Last night we met a couple, early, the guy dressed as a Street Fighter character and the girl as Lara Croft from *Tomb Raider*, but when we *really* met them I was playing with C and teasing her with my tongue as they found space next to us. Seemingly within seconds his gi pants were down and Lara was going down on him like she was not just giving a blowjob but becoming an artist. When she’d come up to tease him, running her hands along his chest, she also invited us to stroke her body, which we did, playing with her tits and squeezing her ass and, in my case, discovering the secret of the body suit she wore, which had a snap at the bottom, allowing access between her legs. Did I unsnap? Yes. Did I start by pushing one finger into her, then two? Yes. Did she arch and grasp, as she’d keep doing later that night? Yes.
But I tell the story out of order. Wonderland was last night, and it took us a while to find costumes: neither of us are gamers, and we’re trying not accumulate large amounts of single-use stuff. [Minimalism rules](https://www.amazon.com/Minimalism-Meaningful-Joshua-Fields-Millburn/dp/0615648223). Yet costumes are taken seriously there. C found tentacle yoga pants and a fun Sailor Moon-esque dress to wear; I found a cheap plastic sword, along with my usual leather cuffs and accessories, and deemed the effort good enough. At the last minute, too, we learned that our friends John and Rachel had also bought tickets. They’d never been to a party like this, and I’d gotten them on the list of last weekend’s private party but they’d demurred. They’ve not been dating long, but I guess last night the lure of pleasure was too much.
All four of us arrived at exactly the same time, which was surprising. A cluster of dressed up (or outright undressed) folks were out front, but the doorman was ushering them in. We still find girls in hot thongs and high boots sexy, but they’re also almost normal to us, so it’s easy to forget that in many contexts they’d draw every eye. Nude women and firearms have ways of commanding attention.
Inside things seemed strangely quiet. We made some introductions for John and Rachel, popped some fizz, and checked our stuff. I had a travel flogger affixed to my belt loop. We met some new people; the anticipation of seeing someone attractive, then meeting her, then fucking next to her, then tugging lightly on the braid, then fucking more, is powerful. Most people are strangely reticent around strangers, and while I maybe once was, to me pleasure overcomes reticence.
There was a photo booth offset from the main event, where people who want in-costume pictures can pose in a controlled environment. Photography elsewhere is strictly forbidden, as the secret society must remain secret. But we had fun goofing in the photo booth and also ran into a photographer named Edward and his pretty blonde girlfriend Lucinda. Lucinda, dressed as Alice in Wonderland as a sexually explorative schoolgirl, posed some with us, and for the last position her and C stayed together, as their costumes were so similar that they could’ve been coordinated. For a final shot I told them to kiss; C gave me grief about that but I only smiled. Hot is hot.
I chatted with Edward, as I’d previously thought C and I were going to have sex in front of his lens for a photo project, but I’ve not heard about it since August. He agreed that it’s on and that we ought to set up a time.
Somehow during the ten minutes we were around the photo booth the entire party filed out. We met Mr. Street Fighter and Ms. Croft; they were a little nervous, I thought, as they’d only been dating for six weeks and had never attended such a party. We danced for a while, ecstatically and to the point of exhaustion, then moved into the dungeon.
In the dungeon, the benches and crosses were occupied, so we made small talk until Lucinda snagged the cross. Edward took off her shirt and left her skirt on. He flipped up her skirt and pulled down her ruffly white panties. Had Alice been naughty? Did it matter? Edward gently began spanking her, moving from side to side, then running his hands along her back and her legs. Tension, relief, tension, relief. We watched her ass redden. She is a small girl with a surprisingly bubbly, supple ass. Soon Edward had her fully warmed up and moved to his flogger.
I mentioned previously that I brought a travel flogger. Edward, however, gave no heed to logistics: he’d brought a massive deluxe edition and began flicking it back and forth along her. It was so large that it seemed to generate its own centripetal force, meaning that the person flogging barely needed to use it. He kept flaying Lucinda for a long time, and she would sometimes look back at him and the crowd, her face crimson and totally aroused, especially when Edward paused to reach around and toy with her clit.
Eventually they finished and I affixed Catherine to it. She braced herself and I warmed up, slowly, and then switched between the travel and Edward’s borrowed heavy flogger.
After that, we realized that it was time and made our way to the back room. We’d lost all of our friends and companions and were living in the erotic world. I wasn’t sure how things would go, however: that morning we’d woken up and had long, intense sex of the kind that normally satiates for the entire day, yet here we’d been surrounded by undulating, almost naked bodies that fueled the erotic mind and imagination.
So we went in and found a spot quickly (which is uncommon at this event), right as a couple vacated it. There were also no wet spots, which is good because wet spots squick C. We began kissing. Kissing begat petting. Petting begat stripping. Stripping begat me teasing C mercilessly again, testing a little tongue against Satan’s doorbell then pulling back to kiss her nipples or thighs. Other couples were filling in.
Soon Mr. Street Fighter and Lara found their way next to us. I finished C with my tongue for the first time. From the first paragraph, you know what happened next. We didn’t actually swap with each other, but the moan she made as I put fingers inside her stays with me, echoing in the mind even as I write this. C and I had sex and after a long time of it she realized she wasn’t likely to come during it. So I came (there are fewer hotter sentences than, “I want you to come inside me”) and retrieved our [Njoy Pure Wand](https://shop.njoytoys.com/products/pure-wand), which has rapidly become one of C’s favourite toys, and I plied her with it, the large end first. A few people have used it on C, but she says I’m uniquely good at finding just the right spot and pressing just right against that spot. Within a minute or so of entering her she was coming. And then I didn’t stop and that led her to coming again.
I still didn’t stop, but a third one wasn’t in order because she was too sore. Understandable; she’d been fucked for a long time in the morning, again in the night, and vigorously with a bit of nice smooth heavy steel.
We cleaned up and then relaxed back for a while and played with Lara, who was fucking or in 69 or both; it’s hard to keep track. It’s also hard to keep track of time when live real-world porn is playing out at high volume and high beauty before your eyes. Soon I began wondering if I had another shot left in me. I groped C for a while and worked to see if I had another or was just imagining it. Soon it seemed that I might. I told C as much and she grabbed my wrists and “forced” them to my sides and announced she was taking over.
She did and began performing an epic blowjob. I kept looking from her, to Mr. Street Fighter and Lara fucking next to us, to a threesome of two girls and a guy we’d chatted with earlier, and back to her, taking it all in. The drama played out below my waist: Would I manage or wouldn’t I? C has a powerful way of encouraging. Soon I spent most of the time with my eyes closed, consuming the feeling of C’s mouth around my cock and the sounds of other people next to us, including Lara climaxing several times. Time passed, with my focus entirely on the pervasive sense and feel of sex. Even in the sex-drugged state I knew C was working hard, but I kept getting harder, then not quite going over the edge. She kept going. I said that I wasn’t sure I could. She shook her head with exquisite subtlety and continued going.
Eventually it happened: the last blowjob, which I thought I couldn’t achieve. When she finished triumph radiated from C as she rejoined me on the couch. We snuggled. I don’t know how much time passed. Not attending to time is a too-rare luxury. At some point we took note of the time and found that, while we hadn’t hit dawn, it was *late*. We also noticed that our novice friends were busy fucking in another part of the fuck room. We did not disturb them, mostly, although when John saw us we might have waved at him, as one might to a friend across a busy street.
We did eventually get up and get our neighbors’ email; I would like to see more of Lara. After I started writing this story, I sent them a note seeing about dinner on Tuesday. Maybe you will see them join us and judge the felicity of my descriptions for yourself.
For now, I am consumed with the feeling of being luminously, totally alive that occurs too rarely in everyday life.
Today I want nothing save the white tea in front of me. In line I saw a pretty but very basic girl, wearing bubblegum pink and too much makeup; she was on her iPhone the whole time, but we got to chatting and she said she’d gone “out” last night. She asked what I’d done and I told her, honestly, “An amazing party.” She queried but I refrained from giving a full answer: it would likely have blown her mind, which is likely unprepared for the true answers.
Now I sip tea and write this tale. My hip adductors or surrounding muscles are sore from some combination of yoga, running, and sex. One gets so caught up in the moment that pain and discomfort aren’t registered. Today motion itself is hard, in a good way. The absence of desire is rare and beautiful in its own way. Maybe it is complacency but today it is beauty.
*We first published this story on Medium, where [all our sex stories](https://medium.com/@testing78378_Seattle255/) are collected. There are also pictures of C in her tentacle pants in our posting history. Whenever we post about floggers we are asked about where to acquire them; [Stockroom](https://www.stockroom.com/) is a good place to begin.*
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/755tke/last_nights_sex_and_kink_party_mfgroup