Alternative Family

Alternative Family

 

   Renford was a typical town in unoccupied England that had its own values and morals relating to life, if you were a gangster, a Goth or a normal person trying to survive, a few ideals were born out by modern life there. One example was the death of the family where old school principles became awkward in what was a selfish society governed by the law of the gun and harsh values, family life had no place here. Marriage was frowned upon and often ended in honour killing for the sake of the guy or gal involved by their vicious family members to get the clingy in love partner out of the way, permanently. People still bore children but out of wedlock or betrothal to continue the family bloodline in all but official name, if not people would simply die out. Old time values flourished, like look after your mates, own a gun and use it if you had to, casual sex was encouraged especially with prostitutes who provided a no strings service. Swinging clubs and events were a regular occurrence in many hundreds of people’s lives, with monthly sex parties encouraging frivolous erotic exotic fucking and enjoyment. How could family married life exist in this atmosphere of wanton sex, physical fulfilment and no holds barred self-gratification? Of the three old register offices that used to officialise weddings since the early twentieth century, each had fallen into decline or been fire bombed or taken over for some other more “needed” use. If you lived in Renford and you were brave or foolish enough to plan and actually get married, you had to travel further afield to other unoccupied towns offering this frowned upon service, these places were few and far between. If you came back to live in Renford your lives would be in danger, paranoia and mistrust finished off many marriages, forced married couples to leave or ended in their grisly deaths by vigilantes and contract killers.

   One typical couple who lived in Renford were Donna and Lenny who were aged 26 and 34 respectively. Both were in love with one another, lived together in a damp one bedroom ex council flat that was close to 120 years old with their three year old son Karl. They were a family but only in the sense of sticking together and looking after their son and one another, both adults regularly took other lovers and went on dates with several people a month when the need arose. This included strangers picked up from the swinging clubs or bars and nightclubs that dotted Renford, offering a sexy service. They didn’t pay for sex with prostitutes, why should they when sex could be obtained free from willing strangers picked up in a debaucherous night out when all involved agreed to cum on time and have no inhibitions? In no way whatsoever would a marriage survive this kind of abuse and illicit enjoyment, fulfilling your needs, desires and passions was the way forward, not in a selfish way but an open-minded way. In this environment people didn’t care for making war when they were too busy fucking and swapping body fluids in a nice feeling of enjoyment, this was the way forward but a certain English army didn’t think so. In towns that had been overrun and occupied, all swingers had been summarily executed or sent to the war factories to be worked to death. People in town fucked when they could, not caring about anything but themselves and their love life.

   Donna was a fully-fledged swinger who had fucked and made love to three thousand four hundred and ninety two people in her short life, a few more due to her age than Lenny who had screwed one thousand eight hundred and seventeen. Quite a figure between them but not the record for swinging in Renford, this was considerably higher by the real pros that lived for swinging and sex with other people. Good concepts of make love not war.

   A main swinging club Donna and Lenny attended was the Left Nipple, a venue outfitted with huge beds able to accommodate twenty-four people in sprawled out fucking luxury complete with gigantic stuffed pillows, luxurious eiderdowns and silk sheets, an expensive Jacuzzi able to hold ten people or nearly twenty at a squeeze, sex couches in the living room area where people could make love and be watched by voyeurs. Safe sex was a must with condoms provided free of charge, conveniently placed in carved quartz dishes all over the club, an example of luxury and common sense. A fetish/dominatrix/sado masochistic torture/fantasy play area was located in the basement/dungeon area, out of sight and mind of the more conservative customers/clientele. A good time was offered and all tastes were catered for from light/experimental to full on sexual bondage verging on torture with equipment provided or bring your own after the club experts checked it out. Dress style in the dungeon was little or nothing but leather/PVC/studded fetish clothing for image and functionality. Upstairs stylish dresses and suits gave an expensive smart image until the clothing was strewn over the floor and its owners were fucking in panting erotic ecstasy. Four bars served a selection of none and alcoholic drinks from special beer brewed by secret kinky breweries to cocktails of your choice, most with very sexy or rude names to spice up the night’s love making and swinging. A standing joke was where was the right nipple? Because the club was called Left Nipple, if anyone found such a club, what an addition it would be in stunning sexual anticipation.

   Donna and Lenny went to the Left Nipple on the second Saturday of the month dressed in nice expensive clothing. Donna wore a red ball dress showing plenty of leg with a split right the way up her left thigh to her panties line. Lenny was outfitted in a nice charcoal grey three-piece suit complete with long alternative leather jacket.

   Her green sparkling eyes resonated with charm pulling both guys and gals in, like a tractor beam on a captured spaceship. Donna was able to achieve anything by a mere look with her wickedly sensual eyes. Her excellent white teeth gave her a matching smile and her flame red hair matched her looks, passion (including as a lover) and her delectable charm. Tonight she wore her hair down in a rugged yet stunningly noticeable style that was every bit her own.

   Lenny kept his dark brown hair cut short with just a buzz of stubble on his head, he wasn’t going bald he preferred the tough macho look but truth be told he was a really nice bloke relying on his charm more than his good looks and flawless brown eyes to hit it off the ladies. He adored the ladies, he had tried men and it wasn’t his gig. He was very open-minded and loved a threesome with another man making love to his woman. His favourite was to pump Donna from behind while she sucked the cock of another man until he was almost spunking up, then they swapped places and Donna claimed another notch on her bedpost.

   In such heady moments she wondered what her deceased mother would think? Her obsolete catholic views would be boiling with brimstone and fire if she knew what her precious daughter was up to, merrily swinging away fucking half of England in exhilarating and preposterous but highly enjoyable fun.

   They made eye contact with friends, fellow swingers and the odd stranger while ordering their drinks – a Purple Penis made up of half a dozen ingredients for Donna and a Slow Muff Dive for Lenny, equally mind blowing. The ingredients of these were secret to stop the other swinging venues stealing the formula, a somewhat mad but sensible idea considering the drinks were a good aphrodisiac. Alcohol stock behind the bars gave up to three days marathon drinking time and more were stored in the basement to be used on the legendary long weekend swinging jaunts.

   Lenny and Donna walked slowly over to the plush red leather couches that lined a section of one wall, setting their drinks carefully down on a table Lenny took off his expensive leather jacket which was picked up by a member of staff who took it to the cloakroom. Donna sat down crossing her legs so the split on her dress opened revealing both her shapely beautiful long legs, an inviting promise of desire of what was to come for select beautiful people. Lenny placed himself close to his woman but not overbearingly, so that potential swingers wouldn’t be scared off. Enjoying their drinks the couple made small talk locking eyes and kissing, often stealing glances at people who walked to or past the bar – eyeing up attractive catches. New people just visiting the club for the first time were ideal, newness not found with the more experienced guests but a caution too, which could be a potential hindrance. Yet that could be washed away like a sandcastle before a tide by the mere act of being in this club, it wasn’t a dance venue or a live music place. Illicit exotic very erotic acts were the very essence of the existence of the Left Nipple and everyone here knew it.

   A nice sound of a lady moaning every few seconds came over the low music that was played through neatly hidden speakers, this turned Donna on. She took this as an opportunity to act, feeling up Lenny’s cock that bulged through the thin expensive material of his trousers, his cock rapidly hardened. Taking a large soft cushion and placing it on the floor before her man, she knelt down on it unzipping his zipper to remover his long shaft. In no time Donna went down on Lenny sucking his cock in rapid swift movements licking his bell end in quick dart like motions of her tongue, a low gasp escaped him as pleasure took hold warmly filling his body in a feeling of excitement bordering on ecstasy. Her head bobbed up and down in rhythmic motions, a crowd stopped to watch this most intimate (but not ultimate) scene; these were voyeurs who came to the club to just enjoy the sex acts but not participate. One man removed his own penis, picked up a tissue from a small wicker bowl on the table and wanked himself off into it and getting off on this lovely spectacle.

   Lenny closed his eyes and groaned like a man enjoying such pleasures not caring who saw, if anything this heightened his pleasure. It wasn’t long before Donna brought him to orgasm and he spunked up, she quickly moved her head back to wank his cock as hot spunk shot up and out all over Lenny’s trousers and onto her face. He panted in happiness, smiling and drawing his woman to him kissing her deeply tasting himself not being embarrassed or sick. He was perfectly at ease. Sex act over the voyeurs moved on to search out new scenes to get off on and jerk off over. Lenny put his cock away after wiping it on a tissue and went to order new drinks for him and Donna, different cocktails to spice up their already reverent mood. Donna stood up, taking her drink and led the way into the next room and more fun, here they danced and mingled with other couples on the small intimate dance floor looking for people to swing with. Lenny spotted a nice couple to their left, gently he danced Donna over towards them maintaining eye contact and smiling, sending the signals of, “Hey there, we like you, do you want to swing?”

   Donna was happy with this, having looked the other couple up and down in a quick glance; she moved her hips as she held onto Lenny as the music steadily played a nice slow pulsating song. Coming closer, within touching distance now to the duo, Lenny nodded and smiled, whispering in the girl’s ear, “Hi there, we’re Donna and Lenny. We do like you, your dress is stunning. What are your names?”

   “Hello, I’m Annetta and this is my boyfriend Jeff. Nice to meet you,” the slowly dancing girl announced. Her partner nodded a greeting and Donna returned it.

   “Do you both want a drink? We don’t mind buying if you do,” Lenny offered, smiling warmly.     

   Annetta quietly conversed while dancing and her guy nodded. His lady confirmed this, “Yes thanks that would be nice. I’ll have a Tender Nipple cocktail and Jeff will have a Hairy Ballsack cocktail.”

   “Okay coming right up,” Lenny answered back, “Donna do you want to take our new friends and find a seat while I get the drinks? Do you want the same as we had before?”

   “We can sit over there, there’s space. Drink wise I think we should have the same as Annetta and Jeff, they sound mind blowing drinks!” Donna replied to her hunk as he left to get the drinks. He would trade gold leaf cards as currency.

   “Lenny will get the drinks, we’ll have the same as you, we like trying new things,” Donna erotically said, her gaze looking the couple up and down for a little too long, an evocative smile on her flawless face. Her sexy gaze was returned by both Annetta and Jeff, it was obvious what this was leading up to – swinging! Donna took them both by the hand and they trotted over to the comfy low leather settee opposite the dance floor. Lenny got the drinks and carefully carried them over on a silver engraved tray; erotic patterns of men and women making love graced its surface. This didn’t distract him, he thought of the real love making which lay ahead.

   “Thanks for the drink baby,” Donna smiled kissing Lenny as he placed her drink in front of her on the blue glass table. Moving over slightly he did the same with the other drinks, smiles and thanks were returned. He sat down next to Donna who was sat very close to Annetta; already chemistry had developed between the two girls.

   After a sip of their drinks it started, Annetta kissed Donna full on the lips a nice lingering passionate kiss. She didn’t flinch or pull back enjoying the taste of a new stranger, placing her hand on Annetta’s thigh, up under the fabric of her short red leather miniskirt to her most secret area – her pussie! Annetta wore no underwear so Donna got to work straight away making her cum by tickling her clit and fingering her at the same time. It didn’t take long, Annetta reached climax in five minutes, her body bucking and rolling on the plush leather with moans showing her enjoyment. Both men kept quiet taking in the scene before them – their girlfriends kissing full on and loving every minute of it. For ten minutes this continued until both women swapped places so the guys could have a turn kissing each other’s woman, they needed no encouragement!

   Lenny embraced Annetta while Jeff took Donna in his arms to kiss away. Swinging had started, yippee! Bring it on. Arm in arm the four people kissed passionately for many minutes happily finding out about each other and who liked what, if tongues were allowed, a wet or a dry kiss, if groping was okay while they kissed. Tick all the boxes and it was fucky fucky time. Things were looking good for Jeff and Donna, they got down to it almost lying down on the plush leather seats snogging and feeling every bit of their bodies. Donna gripped Jeff’s cock through his trousers and slowly wanked him off in his pants. He put his fingers up Donna’s pussy to play with her and to gauge her most private area, was she shaved or not, any piercings down there?

   Lenny got off with Annetta in much the same way but they remained sitting up right with Annetta perched on his knee, kissing him deeply while she lifted up her miniskirts, got his cock out and started to fuck him there and then, wanting to get laid so badly. Nice and slowly she moved up and down upon Lenny’s hard cock as he gently made love to Annetta, a nice new lady who he hadn’t experienced this before but was certainly doing so now!

   Time advanced at crawl. Donna and Jeff stopped kissing and stood up to strip themselves naked before lying down to make love and caress one another’s most intimate places. Nobody objected for several other couples were making love on the floor, by the bar or on similar low leather seats in full view of other people, club staff and voyeurs. Soft music played over the speakers, several people still enjoyed a dance on the dance floor, getting the feel of who was round and about, slowly making their choices of who they would swing with. You either picked straight away or took your time; this depended on what type of person you were. Some people steamed right in there and got it on faster than a bullet out of a gun and some were like ice melting, enjoying choosing someone after browsing what was on offer.

   Four naked people with nothing to hide with beautiful bodies, even Donna who was well into her 30s, her regular keep fit sessions and high sex drive saw to that. It took stamina to rise to the occasion in a public place (even if it was a member’s only club) and make love to satisfy not only yourself but also the other willing partner. If a man’s hard on went flaccid there were no recriminations, just what if? Both parties often worked on this to entice the unco-operative penis to become hard but this depended on many things – was the man new to this and shy? Had he been drinking? Did he really want to do this and a dozen other reasons? No problems occurred here as the sound of lovemaking rose over the music and chatter of happy guests by the bar and near the dance floor.

   Away from this individual scene of action much more was going on in the parts of the club in dark corners and specialised rooms, down in the bondage area it was another kinky story of whips, chains, handcuffs, black leather/PVC, a low level of torture in submission/dominating role play games and a whole selection of fun and games for adults only. People went in with little clothes on and came out stark bollock naked. In-between they had a wicked kinky time, one such small action was thus: a Dominatrix called Gothic Lucinda was in position doing her wicked act with a spanking paddle in one hand and a short but stout bull whip in her other hand. She brought the spanking paddle down hard on a bare arse belonging to Tim, a middle aged man who loved to be spanked and dominated. His buttocks glowed bright red under the bright halogen bulbs while Lucinda brought the implement down again and again in wicked sharp reports, a sharp cry left Tim’s lips as he hovered between ecstasy and unconscious oblivion. He was a regular customer in the dungeon room of the club underground the main building where this type of activity was welcome. Many guests didn’t like the low/medium level of directed violence especially when it was directed to a man’s genitals. Some of the more extreme gentlemen had their bollocks nailed to a board. This was bordering on the extreme but this club catered for all tastes from sublime massaging to bizarre self-mutilation. Gothic Lucinda had some body mods; her nipples were pierced with silver bars that she got her slaves to suck, lick and heat up with Zippo lighters so the heat would travel down the bar into her breast and give her a painful feeling of enjoyment. Only selected people were allowed to this.

   Tim cried for his mother as the bullwhip contacted his left bare buttock painfully with a loud crack. He whimpered like a dog being jabbed with a cattle prod, begging for relief but not from the pain – no. He wanted Lucinda to bring him to orgasm by licking his cock and biting his balls. She obliged with a glare, changing position so her hand could slam down onto Tim’s bare arse with maximum force so he punishment for simply being born was continued. There was no reprieve for his arse beating even while his cock was being sucked and balls bitten, Tim was in twisted heaven with the massively overweight Lucinda playing her little game. She was a hideous thing to look at with no figure, just mounds of fat; her main gift was inside her head, a twisted cunning mind educated in the ways of explicit sexual perversion and action. Nobody came close to Lucinda in the skills department and no sexual activity was out of bounds, this fact glowed in her sick heart while her fat hand connected with Tim’s bare red behind. In a roar of animal pleasure he spunked up covering her face in semen, he was rewarded with the hardest slap yet and a bite on his balls drawing blood. Tears of happiness and pain flowed down his cheeks. After Tim two other slaves were booked in for their own little torture session, a compromise of Gothic Lucinda’s and their own desires.

   A glance around the walls of the underground dungeon revealled whips, chains, wizard outfits, old Rainbow Rising records twisted and warped with darts stuck in them, large stones that were heated up so a slave could sit on them and blister his arse, handcuffs, anklecuffs, leather underpants with the spike on the inside for people who were into that kind of thing, gimp masks of a dozen designs, rope to tie slaves up and much more besides. For the artistically minded, a set of paints, brushes and an easel was used to paint nice images onto a persons body, especially their private parts and for the workman, a set of nice antique tools could nail their bollocks to a board, this was an act Lucinda had done several times. The sight of a slave walking down Renford High Street with his bollocks nailed to a board was amusing to say the least. She often made her own tools or sexual toys like the Gothic High Chair where a slave sat to be tortured and have his bollocks tattooed with black ink with a tattoo gun (no real pattern just for the hell of it).

   A regular customer of Gothic Lucinda’s was Arnold the Plantpot, a disabled middle age man with three legs, one and a half arms and a twelve-inch cock. He liked to whip Lucinda on her face with his large member, just loving the sound of it whacking onto her bare podgy face. She’d suck him off, keep his spunk in her mouth and then kiss him forcing him to taste his own cum – he often choked on it coughing till he was almost having a fit, a disgusting scene in anyone’s eyes. Arnold the Plantpot enjoyed being sat on by Lucinda’s huge twenty-four stone jelly bulk, he was like a spider squashed by a house brick. Only the spider was mercifully dead, he came to from unconsciousness having to undergo the whole exercise again. Lucinda liked to cuff Arnold to a chair, put treacle on his two good legs and bad lame leg and lick it off, at the same time she ran lit matches the length of his cock. And the biggest glass butt plug fitted nicely up his arse after a tub of Lube2000 was pumped up to give good lubrication. A joy to behold was the sight up his arse, filmed by a small high quality digital camera mounted inside the butt plug, it was a good film when Arnold squeezed a crap onto the top of the plug and even better when Lucinda slowly removed it allowing the shit to surge forth like an avalanche. Opposite where Arnold sat was a nice tank of goldfish delicately lit with coloured neon lights, the fish they were used as a calming influence if a slave became upset or anxious and gave no sexual use. That was illegal. Soothing music gave an impression of a light airy atmosphere, this was further from the truth when the torture started and Lucinda kicked into dominatrix bitch mode, who said illusion wasn’t part of the act?

   For club customers into water sports a grand luxury king size bed with waterproof covers was set out in the swimming room. Many people thought water sports were disgusting, some revelled in it and really got off on it; clean disposable bedding was provided and burned after use. Towels were on hand to wipe up excess amounts of urine. Basically it was the man pissing into the woman’s mouth and vice versa, the woman stood directly over the man and pissed into his mouth in a shower of golden rain (another name for it). A select group of people did this, the numbers were actually less than the guests who did bondage/sado masochism/dominatrix style sex actions. Main reasons given were the disgusting and too open-minded use of urine in sex, those involved didn’t care for outsider’s views and they got on with it and had fun because they were all consenting adults.

   The most disgusting sexual activities carried out in the Left Nipple club was the shit eaters, two people, a man and a woman, who ate their own shit while performing sexual acts often starting with one another shitting on their respective partner. They kept themselves discreetly private not even revealing their real names to anyone in the club; they arrived wearing elaborate masks to conceal their identity until they reached their special alcove where the shit eating went on. Shitting onto their partner and massaging it in or eating it as it coiled out of their arse into their partner’s mouth, a hideous and disgusting act that was only open to them. The club was a place where they could do this safely so they were in no danger and able to carry their vile fun without interference. Eating your own crap or Scat Sex was the most extreme act and the private couple called themselves “The Pooper Scoopers” but only to one another and never in earshot of other people.

 

   A very special but weird lady was Janice, she owned a hot air balloon and whenever the weather was fair and calm she tethered the balloon to a strong support in a field to the west of Renford and ascended a hundred and fifty feet into the sky. In her balloon’s basket she carried several passengers and they were all naturists/nudists who fucked like rabbits in the small wicker basket for the sheer hell of it. Janice was very pretty not looking her thirty-nine years; she had brownie blonde hair, kind blue/green eyes and a flawless face with no crow’s feet by her lovely eyes and not a bad bone in her body. She was a free spirit who had two kids from her previous partners who had both been her pagan husbands (pagan hand fasting was the only type of marriage allowed in Renford and surrounding areas), sadly her romances never lasted but she remained friends with one of the men. He was a warlock type person who grew herbs/plants to heal people who became sick; rumour had it he was a strong wizard too. Janice knew she was a chosen girl because she had a soulmate many years ago who she fell dangerously in love with; when it ended she tried to commit suicide on dangerously unstable out of date pain killers. Mercifully she failed this tragic act, so not to deny her children their mother; afterwards she decided to stay clear of men but to become a free spirit and lover. She came by the balloon from the local gangsters and set up her business of free love naked balloon flights where people could get it on in the sky. Business was brisk and everyone came back for more, not a single person complained or couldn’t get it up.

   Janice was a girl of the sky, with a breezy demeanour and she had joined the mile high club (well one hundred and fifty feet high club) many times shagging boys and the occasional girl, she was very experienced and loved free love. It was a special freedom to her. She enjoyed this when the weather was fine, being in the north of England made this a hit or miss affair, often in winter she got good ballooning weather, rather than in summer with strong thermals. She loved to make love naked in the sky it gave her a feeling of freedom not found anywhere else. Was she the only one to feel this? She did wonder while her years slowly ticked on, giving Janice more delicate experiences in her eccentric little way up in her tethered balloon basket just one hundred and fifty feet up. Little did she know that in future her balloon would spot the English army coming to attack her town of Renford. Before then she made love and celebrated the joys of flesh.