A good date can lead to a great orgy [m][f][m][f][m][f][f][f] [group] (pics included)

A good date can lead to a great orgy.

A couple weeks ago we went on a date with a couple, Steve and Jess, who seemed promising; though the logistics in setting up the date were tangled, we eventually got together, had a drink or two, and thought about going home with them that night, the main problem being that we had to get some sleep and wake up the next morning to “work” so we could have “money” to “pay rent” and do those other horrible tasks that stand between humans and pleasure.

Rain check. Eventually all four of us set something up for Saturday night. They know a lot of people and we [met some at the last sex party](http://seattle255.tumblr.com/post/150780477759/about-killing-kittens-sex-parties), so the date night grew in number from four to six to eight to a couple of single girls thrown in. It grew in scope from a drink to night of total debauched group sex.

The day of, one couple has one member who’s sick and another has plans that they decide they can’t alter. So it’s six couples and two single girls: one is Alicia, a woman we know from that sex party (her significant other is tragically out of town), and the other comes via Steve and Jess.

We meet at a fancy-drink bar. Very glam, very fun. Steve and Jess are there first and we catch up. Steve is ruggedly sportsmanlike and Jess has the most gorgeous cascade of slightly curled brown hair. C and Jess have some unexpected mutual hobbies. Then our friend Alicia, the single-for-that-night girl, shows. She looks fabulous and gets along well. It takes much effort for me not to slide a hand u her skirt. Finally Anna and Derek show. I don’t get to chat much with them at first but they both seem keen.

The chat is all-round fun and we hit the common questions: How’d you meet your partner? What awoke our mutual interests? What have your experiences so far been like? Stories are swapped: Steve is probably the most accomplished perv of this group. He’s been to parties in Europe. Jess is wildly horny but it’s taken Steve to really wrap her mind around really living out her wildest desires. Alicia has a somewhat similar story in that her boyfriend—the one tragically out of town—introduced her to the idea. C and I suspect she’s now hooked.

Drinks slosh and eventually the question rises: Who’s going upstairs? C is leery at first but we go. The group splits in two so as not to unduly draw the attention of the attendants downstairs. Party pro tip: attempt to avoid going up to a room as a big noisy group that screams, “You will have to kick us out in an hour.”

The venue is beautiful and has the right mix of history and amenities. Steve has already thoughtfully strung the bed with restraints. Class. The start of the event is chaos. Group makeouts. Hands going everywhere. Clothes coming off. Who am I kissing? I’m not sure. C and then Jess and then Anna and then whose pretty mouth is that? Which girl is pressing her tits against me?

At some point I end up going down on C. She comes, we switch. She goes down on me. Jess, down to her sexy black thong, comes over to join her. I look down and see both of their beautiful mouths working me and both of their beautiful heart-shaped bums. The look is effective. Jess does not participate at that point because of time-of-month challenges, but C and I begin having sex. Next to us Alicia is having sex, I think with Steve, but maybe with the other girl as well. It’s hard to say what’s happening exactly but it is easy to see Alicia’s lingerie, then her without lingerie, then the nipples that C and I enjoyed caressing at the last party.

For some reason, despite the excitement, it is unusually hard for me to stay hard. Something about the heat, maybe, and the way that excitement can be exciting but also overwhelming. C and I switch positions several times as she works herself into the moment again. I lose track of everything going on around me as I eventually pin C to the bed, push her head down with one hand while holding her lower back down with the other, and fuck until we lose track of time space life death and sense itself.

Eventually we find ourselves laying next to each other and the world slowly returning. At some point Alicia had to run because of a preëxisting commitment. Which is a shame because I would’ve liked to see more of her. Nonetheless eight had dropped to six, I realize when my ability to count returns. Jess is performing her oral magic on Derek.

Anna is strapped to the bed unable to move. Sometimes you cannot tell what someone will look like nude based on what they look like clothed. In this instance no one disappointed, with Anna in particular looking good clothed and outright stunning nude, with her tits getting an award for being spectacular.

Steve is performing complex hand magic that leads her to beg to come. Steve orders her not to. She keeps begging. He says no. Finally, his hands deftly moving inside her from an angle we can’t quite see, he says yes. She starts to squirt (!). When she does she shakes like an erupting volcano. This it turns out is a specialty of Steve’s. They take a short break, letting her up. Then Steve restrains her again, fucks her, and applies a mystic toy to her clit. She comes again. How many times has she come? We have no idea.

Maybe she doesn’t either. A strangely long time has passed. We break for a time. No one thought to lay in champagne, which is a pity in that moment. We chat for a while. I mention how lovely it is watching Anna’s tits bounce when she gets fucked. A discussion about an unusual piercing arises.

Eventually the tempo rises again. I don’t know precisely what’s happening but for whatever reason I don’t think I can come again. Still, I give myself some exploratory strokes. Jess begins to go down on me. She is a true head doctor. She deep throats like few other women can. Anna is watching and I realize that we are the only two performing at that moment.

Anna says, “That girl can really suck a dick.” It’s true. Jess *can* suck a dick. I have had many blowjobs, nearly every one good in its own way, and this one is special. Yet so intense is the previous experience that I can’t come. Odd.

Others are fucking. I’m mostly watching at this point. Anna comes to take her shot. I appreciate the effort but don’t think I have it. Nonetheless who can turn down such a thing? Somehow in a very short period of time, through some mystical merge between us, in about two minutes I come. I come so hard I feel like I’m going to ascend, or perish, or just trip out. The concentrated effort is so great that after release I basically release myself, and instead of falling back on the bed I basically slide forward, letting my ass hit the floor.

Everyone else laughs and asks if I’m okay. I say yes and decide the floor is great for just a minute. Finally I get up and offer to return the favor to Anna. But she is so sore from the fucking and squirting and whatever else happened earlier that she declines.

The group rests. Is it getting late? I check. It is getting late. C and I confer about going. Steve, the champion, announces that he wants to fuck Jess in the shower and that we all ought to join him. Don’t C and I need to sleep? We do, but so what? All six of us crowd in the bathroom. Steve slides on a condom. Jess has somehow already got rid of her thong and tampon. They start fucking. The water makes them wet and slippery and playful as seals. I start [playing with C’s tits and then Anna’s tits](http://imgur.com/s6E2qcd).

Neither of us are in condition to fuck again. Steve either finishes or doesn’t, in order to hold it, and invites me to fuck Jess. I would love to fuck Jess but feel so wildly satiated that I cannot possibly. Derek still has something left in him and gets in the shower to fuck Jess.

Steve gets out to fuck Anna and after a thrust or two she announces that she. Is. Done. No more. Given her wild experiences from the hour prior I don’t blame her. We all watch Derek fucking Jess for a surprisingly long time.

I go back to back to [playing with Anna’s lovely tits](http://imgur.com/Y33iDRS) and she plays with my cock. Neither of us actually want to have sex but it is fun anyway. Derek eventually finishes. Steve jumps back in, continues having sex, and finishes. Jess by this point has had one continually powerful erotic experience and may have come a number of times, but I’m not keeping count and suspect she might not be either.

The stars get out and dry off. We get dressed. Steve and Jess, remarkably, say they are tempted to go back to the bar and see if they can pick up any other couples or girls. I am amazed. I have never felt more ready for bed. In the lobby we split up, Steve and Jess back to the bar and the rest of us to the street.

C and I thank everyone for a lovely evening.

It is a lovely evening. Everyone got along with each other, which is never a guaranteed thing (and if anyone didn’t get along with someone else, I didn’t notice). Sometimes spectacularly well. No jerks. Good chemistry all around as far as I could tell. I found all the women there attractive.

There is an intrinsic danger to meetings like this: Some of the people may be jerks, or may view the meeting itself as an automatic prelude to actual sex (it isn’t: a date is a date is a date unless everyone on the date wants it to be more).

That night everyone wanted it to be more and so we made it more. From what I saw, the single women were enjoying themselves too, or faking it very well (there’s no reason to fake it but people are diverse in their motives, temperaments, and inclinations). Both of them chose to come upstairs, which is beautiful. The world has never had too many orgasms or too much intimacy.

We have gone to group dates that were not to our taste and we ran. This one was to our taste and we can’t wait to do it again. Maybe next time there will be a little video. You’ll have to wait and see—or you’ll have to look around your own communities, see who you find, and send us your stories and pics. A do-it-yourself ethos is very welcomed in this community. Home-made baked goods are usually better than store-bought ones.

As we strolled around that night we were completely devoid of desire, depleted down to bare consciousness. After an experience like that what else is there to want? Nothing, not at the moment, except maybe food (we bought some).

The next morning we woke up and could barely move. Anna, whose tits I fondled and who gave me the second half of that fantastic blowjob, said that she’d fallen asleep the moment she got home. So did we. I meant to write and post this sooner, but between real life and having sex while taking about Saturday I’ve not had the time. Sunday was blissfully empty, like the inside of a well-made croissant.

*Posted originally [to our tumblr](http://seattle255.tumblr.com/post/152096869794/a-good-date-can-lead-to-a-great-orgy)*.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/58l3iz/a_good_date_can_lead_to_a_great_orgy_mfmfmfff