The Musical Orgy [Group]

One thing I’ve really missed these last two years is sex parties. I’ve been fortunate to be in a position where I’ve had no shortage of physical intimacy, but one thing we’ve all had to forego is proper, uncut, unabashed, debauchery. I guess we’ve needed to respond to the pandemic by putting up so many new boundaries, most of these severely limiting our physical interactions with other people. No regrets – it’s what we’ve needed to do. But it’s made me long for the wild abandon of times where even the more relaxed boundaries of normal time come tumbling down. There are few better experiences for these than orgies. I’ve been lucky enough to attend a fair few, and pretty much every one – even those that didn’t go entirely to plan – have contained fragments of sheer joy and pleasure. Recently I’ve been recalling one in particular, that took place about 6-7 years ago.

I got tickets to go to a sexy costume party in a large warehouse on the outskirts of my city. I’ve been to a few events like these over the years, and they’re always loads of fun. Very different from your average swingers event – a youngish crowd, queer friendly, and a proper emphasis placed on the parts of the evening that didn’t involve sex. They were also very on it with consent stuff, and so had a far lower number of creepy dudes overstepping the line than other events. People also took the costume side of things very seriously. The theme for this particular event was based around music and musicians, and I spent the weeks leading up to the night in excited discussions with my date for the night, Niamh, about what we’d be wearing.

We arrived at about 9pm after some pre-drinks to calm our nerves, to find the warehouse half full, with maybe 100 people already there. The cavernous space was split into several zones. Around a third was set up as a dance floor, with a large stage against the back wall and a DJ playing some surprisingly cheesy 90s pop. Between us and the dance floor were a bunch of smaller alcoves separated by artificial walls. Some of these were seating areas, but there were also a few stalls with people selling cakes and other treats, a professional photographer for those who wanted to make sure their costume would be remembered, and a small dungeon area. The final third of the warehouse was the playroom, entirely separated from the rest of the space and accessible only through a curtain. We’ll get to that later.

Like I said, people had taken the costume brief seriously. Most had come as musicians. In attendance was Jimi Hendrix, Dolly Parton, Bjork, Geri Halliwell, the Beatles, and more than a few David Bowies. Sgt Pepper of course, some opera singers and conductors, a couple of piano keys, a cello, a saxophone. Niamh and I had dressed as the White Stripes, specifically copying their outfits from the cover of their 1999 debut album. This suited Niamh perfectly, with her fringe and long black hair. She had managed to find a red dress just like Meg’s, with bare arms and the hem just barely covering her ass. My hair was shorter then and I’d messed it into Jack’s foppish indie style. This alongside a white t-shirt and red trousers worked well, and we’d rounded things out with some props – drumsticks for Niamh and an inflatable guitar for me. It wasn’t the most creative or well-constructed costume there, but we looked pretty good.

Soon after arriving we ran into some friends; Hil (one of the Bowies), Annie (Maria from the Sound of Music) and Ben (Freddie Mercury). We hugged and admired one another’s outfits, and then decided to head to the dancefloor. A cabaret show had just started – quite literally, in that two performers dressed as Joel Grey and Liza Minnelli were performing songs from the musical. It was a really impressive act, but a little static – these aren’t songs you can dance to – and so we were delighted when these two were replaced by a brass band who got straight into some New Orleans-style jazz funk. The dance floor, already full, swung into life. For the next while we fell into the music, kissing and bumping and grinding, tumbling into the easy physicality of the night ahead.

Soon we were all sweating hard, and headed to the smoking area to cool down. We discovered with glee that there were two hot tubs outside, each with space for around 8 people. They were full at that moment, but the band inside was doing a good job at keeping the dancefloor going so there was no queue, and we decided to wait for our chance at a dip. This came once we’d all cooled down a little, and we stripped bare and jumped into the steaming water. We weren’t alone. A good looking guy with nice arms and a paunchy belly was sitting on the edge of the tub, legs spread wide. Slowly bobbing in the water was a twinky guy sucking his cock, with no apparent interest in anything else happening in the world. I sat next to them, with Niamh dipping in next to me, and Ben, Annie and Hil continuing around the edge.

We relax into the water, chatting about the band, the vibe, and anyone we’ve seen that we might want to fuck. Annie was keen to find a guy she’d passed who was dressed as Axl Rose, and Hil had already made out with someone in the toilets. She told us in some detail about how this woman had pushed her against the wall, stuck her hands down Hil’s pants and growled about how she’d always wanted to get it on with David Bowie. Her recount got us all a bit worked up. Annie ran her foot up my leg and left it resting in my crotch, and Niamh shifted so that my hand – previously resting on her thigh – slid between her legs. She moaned gently and pressed her body against mine. The five of us touched one another lazily while sharing our plans for the night ahead.

I don’t know if I tuned in more to what was happening to my left, or whether the twink had been encouraged by our chat, but the sounds of cocksucking became more apparent. I looked properly for the first time and saw an impressively large dick sliding into his mouth, as he made it almost all the way to the base and held there for a second, before gagging and pulling back to leave a trail of saliva. I looked up at the recipient and grinned. He smiled back, and I bit my lip and glanced again at his crotch. In response he tapped his partner on the shoulder, and leant down to whisper in his ear. The twink chuckled, and then held the thick veiny cock out to me with the same air of cool beneficence with which one would offer a cigar. I leaned across and took it into my mouth greedily, swirling my tongue around the thick head while gripping the base with my hand. My new friend groaned loudly, and then gasped as his partner dipped under the water and went to work on his balls. This can’t have lasted for more than a few seconds, but it had quite an effect – he gripped my hair and pushed my head down further into his crotch. Someone, probably Niamh, was playing with my own dick while I was doing this, and I stayed here for a delicious few moments. Soon though, I felt the cock in my mouth start to pulse, and I pulled myself up and gestured to the twink, who had more than earned this cumshot. He dove back in, again somehow managing to fit the whole thing down his throat. No sooner had his nose touched his partner’s belly than he came loudly, roaring in climax and crashing forwards into the tub with the rest of us. Niamh, Hil, Annie and Ben applauded loudly and we all collapsed into giggles. We stayed in the tub for a few more minutes before I thanked our new friends and we went to see what was happening on the dance floor.

Walking back inside, the intensity had definitely kicked up a notch. Nothing too hardcore – that was for the playroom – but a solid proportion were now either topless or naked, and lots of people were making out in the alcoves around the dance floor. I caught eyes with someone dressed as Elvis, who was leaning back in an armchair while someone I think dressed as Mozart buried their face in his crotch. He winked at me, which went down as one of the more surreal moments of the night. Bringing me back to earth, Niamh took my hand and pulled me through towards the dungeon area.

Niamh’s exhibitionism is one of the reasons she’s such a fun date for an orgy. The dungeon was small – really just a couple of crosses and a pommel – but a few people were playing and a few others watching at a respectable distance. I knew Niamh wanted to be watched, and made a point of theatrically pushing her towards the centre. The pommel was free, and I leant her onto it so that her body lay along its length, her legs spread at the base, her hands wrapped around the centre. I fastened her wrists together with my belt. She was still wearing her red dress, now pulled up just enough to reveal a black thong underneath to those stood behind her. I grab one of the drumsticks from Niamh’s bag, running it gently up her thigh before snapping it against the exposed skin of her ass. She gasped and wriggled on the platform, and I waited a few seconds before hitting her again. Drumsticks don’t make much sound when hitting skin, but they hurt a lot (we had checked this out before coming). I landed several more blows, Niamh’s cries getting louder with each, before pocketing the stick and using my hands. The familiar smack of flesh on flesh was oddly reassuring after that start, and I spanked her ass and thighs with a growing intensity.

When the accumulated pain of the slaps threatened to overwhelm, I crouched down to whisper in Niamh’s ear. I told her what a dirty slut she is. How filthy she looked, messy and half-dressed with a crowd of people watching her get beaten. How soaked her cunt was, glistening and visible to those behind her. She squirmed in pleasure, and I took that as my cue to start again. At some point in all of this, I noticed a very attractive couple amongst the small group standing around. He was dressed as Angus Young, which to be honest didn’t work for me at all, but he was bulky with a strong jawline and a bit stubble, which absolutely does. His partner was dressed as Janis Joplin, looking just unbelievably sexy in tie-dye rags with big round sunglasses and a garland in her long red hair. I caught their eyes and smiled at them both, trying and failing to raise an eyebrow in a suggestive manner, but I think conveying something of an invitation. Angus whispered in Janis’s ear, and I returned my focus to Niamh and hoped they got my message. Niamh was really wriggling now, and I was tempted to take things further, but things don’t get too wild in the public area. Instead I let her desperate groans fill the air for a little longer before releasing her from the platform and letting her catch her breath. Flush from the experience, we kissed deeply before taking some deep breaths.

Angus and Janis hadn’t come to hi, but they hadn’t left the area either, and I wondered whether they might be a bit shy. I nudged Niamh and we went to introduce ourselves. My guess was right – this was their first time doing anything like this. I offered to buy us all a drink, and we took these to a big sofa in one of the alcoves so we could chat. Over the noise of the soundsystem and growing chorus of yells, smacks and moans, Niamh and I asked how our new friends were finding their first orgy. They were a bit bewildered – understandable – and very aware of their own inexperience with the etiquette. They’d had a couple of mff threesomes which went well, and this was their next step. A bit drunk and so far bolder than usual, I took that cue and ask what kinds of things they might want to happen to them here. As we chat and flirt I feel them both relax, and before long our conversation slowed to accommodate kisses and gentle touching. It was only when I had my hands down Janice’s pants, teasing at her pussy lips as she told us about her and Angus’ desire to suck a cock together, that Niamh suggested we took this to the playroom next door.

The word playroom seems too constrained for what awaited. We entered through the curtain to find a space as big as the dancefloor. Enclosed on all sides, most of the space was taken up by several large superbeds, made from tens of raised mattresses separated into four quadrants. The light was dim, but not so much that we couldn’t see at least a sixty people fucking, predominantly in groups of 2, 3 or 4, with the occasional larger situation happening. The air was thick with the sound of sex. Most people were naked now and the floor was littered with pieces of discarded costume. Not everyone, however, and I quickly spot Annie, still dressed as Maria and getting absolutely railed by Axl Rose. They looked precisely as absurd as that sounds, but also hot as hell, Annie on all fours with her grey dress bunched around her waist, Axl topless with long hair and a red bandanna, pausing only to spank Annie’s now bright red ass.

There was some space near them and I led Niamh, Janice and Angus in that direction. We climbed onto the mattress, tossing our clothes on the floor. I was relieved to see Angus’ schoolboy outfit disappear, and delighted by his nicely toned body and hairy chest. Niamh clearly felt the same; she pounced on him and they collapsed into a tangle. I looked at Janice, who had stripped to her pants and was kneeling next to me breathing heavily. Her red hair cascaded over soft pale skin, her body all gentle, mouthwatering curves. We picked up where we left off on the sofa, kissing passionately, my hand exploring her soaking cunt. She moaned into my mouth when I slid my fingers inside her, and I guided her gently back onto the mattress in order to push them in more deeply. She gasped as I pressed my palm against her clit while fucking her like this, and gasped harder when I leant over to lick her tits, to suck and nibble on her perfect pink nipples. I moved across her chest, breathing in her sweet scent, kissing and biting at every inch of skin.

We stayed like this for a while before Janice asked if she could suck my cock. I took no convincing, lying back onto the mattress and letting her take the lead. She moved slowly, sucking on my nipples and biting my chest and side, before running her tongue along the underside of my cock. Then, gently massaging my balls, she took me in her mouth. My whole body lit up in electric pleasure. She started gently, kissing and sucking on the tip, swirling her tongue around the underside of the head, slowly taking me into her throat and flicking her tongue at the base. My head rolled back and I lost all awareness of the rampant chaos around us. At some point – I have no idea how long – she switched pace, swallowing me with more force, choking on my cock before coming up for air. I gripped her hair again and fucked her mouth, eliciting groans of pleasure that reverberated back through me spectacularly.

Niamh’s happy face appeared above me and I pulled her in for a kiss, savouring the filthy, sybaritic pleasure of her tongue sliding into my mouth while my dick remained buried in Janice’s throat. As we snogged I felt Janice’s rhythm shift, and looked down to see Angus pushing himself into her. Before we came into the playroom Janice had said that she really wanted to be spitroasted, and now her wish was coming true. She started moaning even more insistently, wiggling her delicious ass backwards to take as much of Angus as possible. I grinned up at him and he winked back, gripping Janice’s hips firmly and fucking her with long and slow movements. Each time he bottomed out Janice lost all composure, near collapsing onto my chest.

As Angus picked up his pace, I pulled myself from underneath Janice and knelt in front of her. After leaning down to kiss her firmly, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved my cock back into her mouth. Angus was fucking her too hard for me to build up any kind of rhythm, so I let him set the pace. He had one hand on her shoulder to stop her collapsing and was slamming his hips into her, while I held her head up by her hair and kept her mouth on my dick. Her desperate moans entwined with the rest as we fucked her like a rag doll. I loudly remarked to Angus that his partner is a good little slut, that she knows how to take a pounding properly, that she just sucked this stranger’s cock like a hero. They both loved this, Janice groaning loudly and Angus using his free hand to spank her hard following every one of my comments. Niamh, lying next to us with her fingers buried in her cunt, joined right in. “There’s no way this is her first time taking two cocks”, “look at this filthy little slut”, “I wonder if her cunt tastes as good as it feels”. With this last comment, she reached underneath Janice and started to rub her clit. This was too much for both Angus and Janice. He came first, burying himself in her and yelling so loudly everyone around us turned to look. This tipped Janice over the edge; she collapsed into a screaming orgasm, convulsing and thrashing on the mattress while Angus fucked the last of his cum into her.

Next to me Niamh was breathing hard, still touching herself while watching the other two now heaped together. I nudged her and lay down, beckoning her to ride me. She swung her legs over me but ignored my cock and instead straddled my head, lowering her drenched cunt onto my face. I know this is one of her favourite ways to cum, and happily obliged as she grabbed my hair and ground herself against my mouth. I surmised from the faint taste of latex that she and Angus must have fucked, and for some reason this turned me on like crazy. I held onto her thighs and pulled her close, my tongue dancing over her clit, dipping into her pussy, flicking her asshole, trying to keep up as she rolls her hips, covering me in her juices. At some point I felt the sweet mercy of a mouth on my dick. It was Janice, her soft lips sucking gently, her hands caressing my balls. This lasted only for a few seconds, though, before she stopped and Angus’s lips replaced hers. As Niamh rode my face, moaning my name and bucking her hips with a growing ferocity, Janice and Angus passed my cock between them. While one of them sucked, the other licked along the side and over my balls. A few times they met in the middle, intertwining tongues around and over the head.

I’m actually don’t know whose mouth I came in. Niamh’s movements shifted in a way that signaled she was about to cum, and I clung onto her thighs and did what I could to keep my tongue gliding over her cunt and asshole, somewhat lost in the delirium of suffocation. She bucked furiously when she came, pulling at my hair, trapping and squeezing the sides of my head with her thighs. This pushed me over the edge and I came hard in Angus or Janice’s mouth, a total body orgasm that had built over the hours of play. I moaned inaudibly into Niamh’s cunt still smothering me, the waves crashing through my body intensified by the mouth still on my cock. I lay here for some time, my whole body alight, the pleasure prolonged by Angus and Janice again passing my dick between them, sucking gently and coaxing further aftershocks.

We disentangled our sticky mess, all of us breathless and beaming. Annie and Axl were gone, but the playroom was now fuller than when we started. In something of a daze, we gathered what parts of our costumes that we could still find amongst the chaos, and stumbled towards the curtain back into reality. Janice and Angus kissed us both and thanked us for the experience, and I felt a pang of disappointment that our time was over. Still, we said our goodbyes, and quickly spotted Ben and a thoroughly ruined Annie/Maria collapsed onto a sofa chatting about their nights. We joined them with our own story to tell.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/su4rg1/the_musical_orgy_group