10 November 2008In Swing School sessions, Rocco and I often get asked the question: "How did you start in the sexual exploration scene?" While we've always been horny people that fucked like rabbits and have had sex anywhere and everywhere, our first group sex session was in Montreal.
Why Montreal? What is it about the French? Why can't more Americans be like them? I don't have the answers to these questions, but these people love to fuck.
We always had fun at female strip clubs all over the world and did all kinds of rated R stuff amongst strippers (detailed story will be told in another post), but our very first experience in the scene was about 5 years ago. Although Montreal also has it's share of fun female strip clubs, I cannot endorse them for two reasons. First, the women I met looked miserable doing their jobs. If you're going to be a stripper (or anything else), at least have fun with it. Second, some of the strippers hand out blow jobs for an extra fifty. Not trying to pass judgments but we're not looking for hookers. And why would anyone want a hooker in Montreal, when you can go to publicly known swing clubs and fuck women who WANT to fuck because they're horny-not because they want money?
And yes, there are plenty of swing scenes to choose from that are among other business, residential areas and one even in the seas. Please keep in mind that I am taking you back 5 years ago and the place I am referring to no longer exists. Also, the current swing scene in Montreal is not what it used to be. You've been warned.
This place we visited was called Les Libertines. It was a cold night and we arrived to the party. I was wearing a skimpy skirt, ignoring the snowy weather. We walked in to the club and were told to sign up for membership and pay our dues. Afterward, we walked into a dance floor area. We danced in the club for a bit and got some drinks. As we sat around, we talked about the fact that perhaps we drove all the way there expecting something that didn't exist. Women were looking hot and dressed scantily but no nudity (yet) and no fucking. I wanna see some fucking! And, I wanna fuck! So, we walked around and danced some more. One older woman with huge knockers started dancing up against a mirror. She had a friend with her and the friend de-topped her. They started touching each other, but it was still too mild for my taste (even back then). So, I say to Rocco, "Are you sure this is a fuck club?" He's all like yeah yeah. So, where's the party at?
Slowly, one by one we see people leaving the club but not through the front entrance which we came through. No, they were leaving through what appeared to be an Emergency Exit. Where are all these people going? We should have just asked someone when or where the fucking would begin, but our English-French dictionary did not contain that phrase. Bummer. So, do as the French do. We followed the rest of the people down this shady stairwell. Beds, I see beds down there on the bottom of the stairwell, I thought to myself. But no, these beds were in like a basement/storage area. And, no fucking going on. Next, we followed a couple of locals outside the club area into an apartment complex. What the fuck are we doing and now we're covered in snow. Someone rings a doorbell. "Bonjour blah blah" and someone opens the door. Finally. We walk in and watch the people in front of us strip themselves of their wallets and cell phones. What is this, we thought. Next, the people are handed some towels and some more "Bonjour ... Viva Les Quebecois ... Voulez-vous" conversations go on that we cannot understand. Whatever. So, now it is our turn in queue. "Bonjour...blah blah" here we go again. "Ah, do you speak English?" we ask. Yes yes, they do. "Please eh, give your wallet to me." Is this a stick up? Haha. They tried to explain to us in whatever broken English that they would store our items in lockers and we were to go strip and take a shower. What kind of sick place is this, I thought to myself. Is this safe? Is this a club or some sort of camp...
Well, we were already here and I wasn't going back out in the snow, so whatever. We had the same concerns as I'm sure some of the newbie couples we meet now have. Nevertheless, everyone was acting like nothing was wrong, so we figured, nothing was wrong. We followed suit and changed into our towels. As soon as we come out, it was clear to us that this was indeed a sex club. There was a room with a bed that had glass walls so everyone could watch but only a select few could play. Neat idea. This particular lady was taking on two cocks and a swarm of guys surrounded her glass wall. It was a hot scenario. We walked around to another area which lead to some sort of dark basement level. It was the dungeon, I suppose. That was not our thing, so we got out of there. Back upstairs was a large jacuzzi area. Yes, what a good idea to warm ourselves up. In the jacuzzi, we were joined by some French-speaking men. We shot the breeze and then, Rocco and I went to the play area.
We started fucking in a room adjacent to the glass bedroom. The wall separating the glass bedroom from this room was made out of glass as well, so you could watch what was going on. I de-toweled myself and started giving Rocco a sloppy blow job. Before I knew it, an army of men had swarmed us. At this point, Rocco decided to switch it up and went down on me. No sooner did he go down on me when hands appeared on my body from everywhere. Perhaps it could have been hot, but, there were too many people. I would say maybe 10 to a dozen. Rocco took me aside to a couch hoping to fuck me. He started fucking me missionary and random men grabbed my legs and started holding them up. I felt very uncomfortable. So, we moved positions again. We kept fucking and I felt a hand on my crotch. Some sneaky man had reached out from underneath my butt to touch my pussy. Rocco was not enjoying man hands underneath his balls so he immediately got up. I like surprises, but not like this. We decided to walk into a different fuck room hoping that the men would get the clue and not follow us. No. They followed us right in. There was one or two man I would have *potentially* played with, however, this was just overwhelming. So, instead we sat in the corner and just decided to watch. An elder couple was screwing on a couch/bed area across from us. As Rocco and I engaged in conversation, some man approached us to have a conversation. He explained to us that tonight was "Gang Bang Night!" No wonder! This was another phrase we did not find in the French dictionary. So, not only did we come to the craziest fuck party for our first time, but we got caught in the middle of Gang Bang Night. The gentleman recommended that we go back upstairs to the club and enter the the top floor which was the "Couples Only" area. So, we got dressed and went up.
We saw a beautiful loft that was converted into a swing suite. The loft included 3 jacuzzis, a huge shower big enough to fit six to eight people, a locker area, a sauna, a kitchen, and lots of beds. The locker area had a bunch of older locals that were sitting around chilling in the nude. In the sauna, a couple had hooked up with a male from another couple. The lady took on both cocks. We started having a conversation while we were in the jacuzzi with a younger couple. They were fairly new to the scene too. We talked for a while. When we got out of the jacuzzi, Rocco and I walked over to one of the bed areas. The couple also wanted to fuck. Rocco and I fucked each other but it was more of a show. The couple next to us were also engaging in their own fun. It was kind of hot watching them and others while we did our thing. Rocco fucked me missionary and then turned me around and did me doggy. We felt some eyes on us, but it was really hot. We switched around and fucked for a while. At the end of the night, we had a pretty wild and crazy time. It was so much fun, we decided to go back the next night. And things have never been the same since...