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Introducing
May 25, 2005
Last night I took the boy I’ve been seeing (I think he is pseudonym worthy now, we will call him Jeremy) to Jefferson’s biweekly sex party. I was a little nervous about it – the moment of introducing my date to the people I’ve been fucking for the last eight months was a little uncanny, but ended up flowing pretty naturally. Natural in the sense that things in my life are natural.
Overly cautious safeword wackadoo that I am, I’d gone over the whole sex party thing with Jeremy about a million times before we went: Are you sure you’re cool with this? Are there any restrictions you want to put on the evening? Etc etc until he probably wanted me to just shut up – but hey, you can never be too prepared for the sometimes unexpected dynamics of a sex party, especially when you are an avowed slut and your date is a sex party newcomer.
Jeremy is a bit of a closeted perv – well, not so much closeted as he just hasn’t had the place and people with which to explore his perviness with, which I suppose is the case for most people (and is what keeps me in business). It was his first sex party, and he was very eager to see how these things happen. It happened like always – people gathered in the living room, sipping drinks and catching up with each other, admiring each other’s tits, asses and socks. I took the sock prize of the evening, as I was wearing my patented socks of awesome – bright yellow chicken socks. They don’t just have chickens on them, they are chickens – there’s a beak and googly chicken eyes poking out of them. Although I was quickly separated from my hot pink skull and crossbones pirate underwear, I was determined to wear my chicken socks for the duration of the evening.
Though the night started off a little slow (many folks were late to arrive), after a while people started to migrate into one of the bedrooms. In a typical sex party night, I move back and forth between the bedroom with one large bed, chairs in the corners and porn on the TV and the bedroom with the scary taco futon and single bed. Last night I spent all of my sex time in the first bedroom. As people moved into the bedroom, Jeremy sweetly asked if I’d like to venture on back there, and in answer I took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom, where there was already a mass of bodies, tangled naked moaning flesh on the bed. I just tried to make a list of the names of the people who were in the room, but my brain only holds images of flesh straining against flesh and auditory memories of thunderous orgasms. I’m drawing a blank on names and faces, and remembering only the heat in the room. Jeremy and I kissed with a kind of soft hunger, hands roaming over each other’s bodies, buttons coming undone, clothes shed on the floor as I pulled him towards a corner chair, sat him down and took his cock in my mouth.
As I swirled my tongue around his cock head I looked up at him over the top of my glasses and met his eyes, looking at me with that expression that only a serious blowjob can produce. I really wanted to tell him that he needn’t keep his eyes on me, that I’d chosen the corner chair because it’s a great vantage point for watching the action on the bed – but I just couldn’t separate my mouth from his cock long enough to make the sentence happen. I felt his legs muscles tightening as he breathed, “That feels so nice.” I could tell by the look on his face that he was having the inner turmoil of don’t ever stop/please stop before I… I stopped and moved downwards, wrapping my tongue around his gorgeous balls (not now, but sometime soon I must tell you in detail of my newfound appreciation for balls). “It’s your turn” – he’d come up with a way to tell me to stop without really telling me to stop. I swapped places with him and settled in for the combined pleasures of having my pussy licked by a true appreciator of pussy licking while watching my friends cavorting on the bed. One quaking orgasm later and we were rolling a condom onto Jeremy’s cock. I pulled my knees in close, rested a chicken-shod foot on his shoulder, and felt his generous girth split the lips of my cunt apart as he slipped into me. This position, aided by the height of the chair, worked damn well for us, but after a while, we switched so that I was on top, straddling both man and chair. Sex party sex – the aerobic workout. I should make an exercise video.
A space freed up on the bed, so we claimed it. Flesh swirled around us, and I was biting a nipple and then sucking someone’s cock as Jeremy fucked me. I closed my eyes and felt hands running over my body, enjoyed the sounds of Theresa screaming her orgasm next to me and the bed shaking a thousand different ways. I opened my eyes to see hungry eyes, mouths, hands all around. Feeling and seeing, such lovely things really. The bed cleared a bit and I concentrated on Jeremy. I could feel him shaking a bit, and he stammered – “I really want to come, but I don’t want to because this feels so nice, and and…” I smiled up at him, “Come for me, I really want you to let go.” I will just say this – I love a man who comes emotively, with groans, taut muscles and good faces.
We did a bit of clean up and made our way out into the living room, where several naked people lounged about. At the beginning of the evening, people are generally careful to restrict nakedness and sex stuff to the bedrooms, but as the night goes on, there are naked bodies everywhere, including the balcony. Jeremy and I snuggled up on the couch, settling into a comfortable lull in the party. I’d tried to explain this bit to him before the party: it’s really not balls to the wall fucking for a bunch of hours (well, unless I’m feeling inspired), there is a sort of natural waning and waxing of activity.
And then it began again. “Hey, don’t let me hold you back,” Jeremy said as we watched Farahnaz and Theresa kiss langorously and Todd’s lips pay extra special attention to Mark’s cock. For the moment I was happy to watch the bodies entwine in this beautiful way – they were all enveloped in each other’s touch, but also aware of us as onlookers. Theresa and Farahnaz made their way to the back bedroom, while Todd and Mark stayed put. After a while Jeremy and I took a water break in the kitchen, joining several other naked-in-the kitchen types. When we returned to the living room Todd, Mark, Farahnaz and Theresa were all piled on the couch. I squeezed in on the end. Farahnaz made a joke about how she’d tried to get everyone into the bedroom but it had separated the group, so I suggested we try that again, on the count of three…
The six of us made our way into the bedroom, where Theresa and Todd claimed one of the corner chairs and Mark, Farahnaz, Jeremy and I flopped down on the bed. There was some entangling of flesh, some wondering “whose hand is that anyway?” (but not really caring about the answer, more of a logistical question than anything else), and then some fucking. As I made out with Mark, I watched Jeremy and Farahnaz out of the corner of my eye – Jeremy dove into the experience with vigor, and as I watched him roll on a condom and start to fuck Farahnaz, I knew that the evening was a success and gave myself the go ahead to fuck Mark. As Mark and I rolled around we collided with Farahnaz and Jeremy, not at all in a bad way. At some point there was swapping of partners and I ended up back with Jeremy, slowing bringing him to an orgasm with my hands. We all lay curled up for a moment, but then cleared the bed – post-coital cuddling at a sex party is not really the heighth of politeness, so we had to clear the way for what beds are intended for: piles of people fucking each other silly.
The hour was stretching past midnight, which is not usually a problem for me, but I had to get up early to get naked for a camera, so I wanted to get a bit of the beauty rest. I pulled my clothes on and then said goodbye to everyone – kissed Todd goodbye while Theresa devoured his cock, kissed Theresa goodbye on the cheek so as not to interrupt her. Kissed Mark goodbye as he lay on his back getting fucked by Jefferson, kissed Jefferson goodbye as he buried his cock in Mark’s ass.
“That would be a big ole welcome to my life,” I said as I kissed Jeremy by the elevator.
Posted by Dacia at May 25, 2005 11:04 AM
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Comments
Nice writeup and thx for posting ahead of Jefferson. I think there’s room on the balcony for a small air mattress…who needs Astroturf burns on their butt?
Posted by: Viviane at May 26, 2005 07:02 AM
Awesome. :) Glad to hear it went well. Most people worry about meeting the parents; with you it’s the people you’ve been fucking for 8 months. I love it.
Posted by: Belle at May 26, 2005 07:17 AM
Sounds like that went just fine. I’m interested in your ‘newfound appreciation for balls’ when you feel like writing it. I have balls on the brain lately.
Posted by: housewyfewithbenefits at May 26, 2005 08:40 AM
Sounds like a quite pleasant evening. Hope your shoot went well this AM.
-G
Posted by: GarrisonSteelle at May 26, 2005 09:41 AM
This writing is just phenomenal. I can’t reconcile it with your previous post. New York is the place where the most buyers of writing are.
Posted by: joe Miller at May 26, 2005 06:16 PM
my shoes totally could have taken on your socks ;)
hope you got enough rest!
Posted by: shelby at May 26, 2005 11:51 PM
Another delicious update.Thank you :)
Posted by: Pratt at May 28, 2005 11:10 PM
Nicely done (the writing I mean). My heroine would’ve fit right in, she tends to let things happen, though you’re much more aggressive in sex than she is.
Posted by: W. S. Cross at June 1, 2005 09:28 PM
yes, please do tell - in detail - of your newfound appreciation for balls. i have a special trick i can do with mine- and i only like to do it for people who appreciate it, as its a bit of work, and can be painful too…
but once its done, shit, im on the moon.
basically: i can fuck with my balls. i can fuck pussies, asses, you name it. i have low hangers, and they are a nice size. first i pull them away from my body, forcing the nuts into the edge of their sack. then i push one, and then the other, inside. depending upon the person, it either goes in with a lot of work, or quite easily… most people require a fair amount of work (see why i want folks who can appreciate this? its not for the impatient, and the last thing i need is - um- additional pressure.)
once my balls are both in, it feels incredible, but the best is really yet to cum. i take my dick (which is rock hard at that point) and have to BEND it to get it in there, too. “hard” work again, believe me. once its all in, a wonderful physics-type thing happens. because all that junk is bigger inside than it is at the base, i am VERY well connected with the person i am fucking. think of it this way- when a cock is fucking you, if the man pulls back, the cock will come out. but with my entire package inside you, even when i pull back, i can not slip out of you. and thus a rhythm is created. sometimes a ball will pop out if i get to fucking too vigorously- and women especially seem to like that. like “if you give a mouse a cookie”, once one is out, the other one goes too- whereupon i usually end the whole she-bang with a good pounding.
if sex work dries up (and no lube is around), i figure i can always join a circus.
Posted by: marcus at June 6, 2005 10:56 PM
