Part Two
I wrote the first part of this story a long time ago, you can [find it here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/42snkp/my_first_time_at_a_sex_party_fx15_mx6_mf_part_1/)
It’s been over seven months since the party (sorry, busy life, plus I write for a living which makes it harder to justify doing it with no expectation of a return), and a lot has happened since then: several other sex parties with the same crowd, including one where we rented out a mansion, a few trips to sex clubs, more hotwife encounters and a number of sexy nights besides. I got a lot of messages over this one and still get the odd question about when I’ll finish it off, so I figured I’d do this first. Pictures of myself in my post history for reference, with a very strong male nudity warning.
Quick recap: my friend Megan hosts these sex parties for bisexual women every few months. Anywhere from 12-35 women, and 5-10 guys—this one was the smallest I’d been to, each one grew even bigger from there. Not a full-out orgy, but a play party with a bunch of attractive, level-headed people who are considerate of the rules surrounding consent. When I say attractive, I mean the women at these parties could (and many do) model and do photoshoots. I’d say most of the guys are of approaching or similar attractiveness to myself (again, reference post history with firm male nudity warning).
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In the last story I left off when I split with the platinum bombshell Cheryl, and went in search of Lexy, the blue-haired, tattooed alternative girl.
I returned to the lounge room where I’d massaged Cheryl earlier. It was still the center of activity—there were people hanging out and chatting in the kitchen and living room, but the lounge room was made out like a bedouin tent area, blankets hanging down and string lights giving it a cool vibe. A sexy sandwich of three women reclined on the couch, completely involved in each other to the exclusion of all else. Hands trailed everywhere, and lips pouted with sexy moans and gasps as the women explored each other.
A few people watched this display, one of whom was Lexy. She smiled as I entered the room and patted the ground next to her.
“Have they been going at that for a while?” I asked.
“Mhmm. It’s so hot.” Her hands ran along her sides and she couldn’t take her eyes away. “Have you been having fun?”
I paused for a moment. Was she jealous that I’d gone off with Cheryl earlier?
No, that was crazy. It was a sex party.
I smiled and nodded. “It’s been a good start to the night. Do you still want that massage?”
She grinned and nodded. I’d noticed another man giving her a rubdown while I tended to Cheryl earlier, but my massages are renowned—I was confident that mine would be better.
Besides, who turns down a free massage even if they just had one?
I found the coconut oil I’d brought still lying around at the side of the room and scooped out a fair-size dollop. Rubbing it between my palms, the oil warmed above the melting point and dripped onto Lexy’s back, coating her with a nice sheen. With a firm pressure, I started my hands in her lower back and pushed up along her spine, coaxing her muscles to respond from the first stroke.
For the first time since I entered the room, Lexy looked away from the all-female threesome on the couch for more than a couple of seconds as she dropped her head to the ground and moaned.
“Wow,” she said, her voice pitched so low it was hard to hear over the music throbbing in the living room.
“Is that too hard?” I asked. “Let me know if you want it any differently.”
She shook her head, but with her face on the ground it was more like a wobble back and forth. “No, that’s perfect. Just keep doing that.”
As with when I had massaged Cheryl earlier, I built the heat gradually, running my hands all over her back and sides, testing the edges a little bit at a time, softly rubbing her neck before pulled back on her shoulders and the tender area just above her clavicle. I hadn’t bothered getting dressed earlier, so I was still naked, my cock hanging heavy although not yet erect.
I used it as a secondary tease, letting it drop between her cheeks as I leaned up to rub her shoulders, taking it away when my hands slid down to knead her buttocks. Her moans only got louder as I worked, and soon her hips lifted off the ground every time my cock grazed her still panty-covered pussy, bringing us into firmer contact.
The way she moved underneath me brought me into complete arousal, and I used that to tease her even more. I pressed hard into her for a few seconds as I wrapped a hand around her neck and kneaded, drawing forth a long moan before sliding away and resetting. Each time a pulled away, her hips followed me back even further, and she sounded more and more frustrated.
Before she complained, I changed the routine and hooked my hands in her panties. Before I could ask if I could take them off, she reached down to help me, pushing the fabric down and out of the way, letting me slip them off her dainty legs.
I dug my thumbs firmly into her hamstrings, making her gasp as my hands dragged up her legs. I stopped at her upper thighs, my thumbs mere inches from her pussy, before bringing my hands out and pulling so that her legs spread apart and her pussy stretched slightly open.
“Holy fuck,” she said. “Can you just touch me already?”
The plaintive tone of her voice made me smile. From our conversation earlier in the night, I’d already found out that she was very submissive.
“That’s not a very nice way to ask,” I said.
I paired the statement with a light spank—nothing too heavy, but enough to make her ass jiggle and the skin redden a bit.
The impact hadn’t been too hard, but it changed her entire demeanor. She sank into the floor and pressed her ass into the air, hands clenching the blanket underneath her.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said. “Please touch me. I need it so badly.”
I’ve slept with a fair number of women, but haven’t experimented with dominance play too frequently. This was a moment I realized I was missing out. There is something incredible when a woman calls you sir with that tone of voice—something primal.
I gave her ass another, harder smack, which made her moan again, before running my fingers lightly over her pussy. It was so wet, the delicate folds of skin slippery with her arousal and the delicious scent rising to my flared nostrils. She was so responsive under my fingers, squirming and pressing her hips up, desperate to force my fingers more firmly against her sensitive flesh.
With another smack, I let my fingers slip inside, her pussy hot, tight and wet around me, gripping my fingers as I slowly stroked inside of her. My thumb slid further down the exterior, giving light pressure to her clit as I pressed against her g-spot.
“Right there,” she said, barely audible among the moans and pants.
I’ve always been talented with my fingers, whether it be with massaging or fingering, and it didn’t take long to bring Lexy to a peak of pleasure. She writhed underneath me, pressing her ass up, alternating between grabbing the blanket underneath us for something to hold on to, and grasping at her breasts to push herself closer to the edge.
Her climax swamped her, and I think everyone in the room paused what they were doing to see her thrash on the floor, delirious for the duration.
As she got over the hump, I stilled my fingers and let her come down, rubbing her back and brushing her hair out of her face.
She rolled over underneath me as much as she could, getting to her side so that she could look up at me.
“Wow,” she breathed, her eyes still lazy and unable to open fully. “That was some massage.”
I grinned. “I’m glad you liked it. You should leave a review on my Yelp page.”
We laughed, and so did a couple of the other people in the room. It was a small room, so it was intimate and very much a shared experience even if I’m not writing out each person and their reactions.
Lexy put her hand on my abs and let it fall down until it wrapped around my cock, still rigid from the intensity of the scene. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to give more than a light tug for me to understand what she wanted.
I crawled up her body, planted my knees beside her head and she rose up on an elbow to bring herself even with my manhood.
“It’ll taste like latex,” I warned, cognizant of my hookup with Cheryl only twenty minutes previous.
It didn’t faze her, and Lexy leaned forward to engulf my cock in her mouth with a small groan.
She was incredible. Despite my length, she took me almost all the way down on the first go, something that nearly never happens, and she only got more aggressive from there. I’d worried that coming may take away her enthusiasm, but if anything, it make her even hungrier for me, and that was hot as hell.
The blowjob was exceptional, but I wanted more. I checked with her quickly to make sure she was on board—consent is king—and wrapped my arms around her to pick her up and put her on her hands and knees in front of me.
I’d left a couple of condoms on a small table at the side of the room earlier, and I rolled one on before teasing her entrance with the tip of my cock. She was beyond wet and ready, and she pushed back, anxious to get me inside her.
Her head fell to the floor as I pushed into her pussy, a guttural moan again drawing the attention of the other attendees as I worked my way into her tightness.
It took a few strokes to sink all the way to the hilt, and once there I paused to let Lexy get used to the feeling of my cock spreading her open. She took long, deep breaths, and quivered around me, the muscles giving little spasms.
I drew most of the way out in one smooth motion, pausing for a quarter of a second before matching the movement in the opposite direction. Slow, easy strokes let her get used to me, and as she grew more comfortable, I ratcheted up the speed and slammed into her a little harder. Each thrust knocked the front of my hips against her ass, driving her forward until she got her hands underneath her and pushed back at me.
We worked together, pushing each other faster and harder. An audience had gathered at the door of the lounge room to watch. As an exhibitionist, that made me smile and go just a little bit deeper and harder and faster. Fucking for an audience is a big rush, something I love doing.
Lexy lost control over her body at that point, collapsing onto the floor as powerful climaxes rocked her. I slowed down for only a moment before she begged me to keep going, so I kept up my pace and pushed her straight through to another few orgasms before she tapped out.
I kept myself deep inside her and lay down on top of her, supporting most of my weight but keeping the physical closeness and intimacy.
“Feeling good?” I asked.
She nodded shakily. “Yes, but I don’t think I can take any more. That was amazing.”
I kissed her neck. “It sure was. You are so sexy, and I think we made everyone else even hornier than they already were.”
Lexy chuckled. “Good.”
I rolled off and cuddled up with her for a bit before she got up to use the washroom.
~
This wasn’t the end of the party for me, but I’m a little tired of writing about it, and it was so long ago. I ended up in a threesome situation with Cheryl and another super fit woman for an hour or two, and then crashed on the couch with a girlfriend of Megan’s around 7 am when most other people had left. This girl and I ended up cuddling on the couch and also having sex, although it was a super lazy and quick affair.
So that was one party. There have been others. I’m lucky to have made the right friends to have garnered an invite into this awesome and kinky world that I otherwise may not have known existed. I know for a fact that there are multiple groups like this in Toronto, because I met a girl last week who helps organize a completely different set of parties. You never know what’s going down in your city.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/50diws/my_first_time_at_a_sex_party_fx15_mx6_mf_part_2
terrific. Your story exactly describes my Modus Operandi.