Our story starts with our protagonists: the hostess, my fiance (formerly known as Vanilla Boy), and yours truly, planning an orgy for those left behind during Burning Man 2016. We told everyone to arrive before 7, which was when the event would officially start. As people arrived and the host continued setting things up in other rooms, we played Never Have I Ever Twister (right hand on red if you’ve given a rim job). Good way to break the ice by talking about sex and ending up with your face next to someone’s ass.
At 7, the hostess gathered everyone in the living room and explained the rules. We then each went around and introduced ourselves, including kink and sexual orientations, and anything we particularly wanted to do. Admittedly, I already had my eye on someone; we’ll call him The Target.
Once introductions and such were done, some people split off in pairs, while others went and started chatting around the snack table. I approached The Target, chatting briefly before the idea of naked hot tubbing came up. We stripped down to our underwear and went out back, only to find out that the hot tub was broken. Still, it managed to get us most of the way naked. “So… what now?” he asked, to which I responded by leading him over to the couch and sitting in his lap, because that’s how I do.
He and I had kissed before, so making out wasn’t new, but in this context it was more exciting. I could feel him getting harder as I straddled him, his hands roaming my body while I ran my nails up and down the back of his neck. He asked about the bag of toys I had brought, and when I told him of the contents, his ears perked up at the mention of rope. “You’d have to take this off though” he said, indicating my slip. I shrugged, letting it slide off so that I was down to my panties, then went and got the rope.
I don’t know how exactly he did it, but he managed to pull off a fairly secure harness, with rope wrapping around and supporting both breasts in a figure eight, and ending with a sort of leash coming out of my back. He wrapped the rope around me slowly, fingers hesitating intentionally near my nipples and back, then using the leash to pull me back into his lap when he was done. Holding me down, he teased me through my panties, fingers sliding up and down my slit as he flicked his tongue across one of my nipples, determined to make me come. And with all the build up, it worked pretty quickly, and as the orgasm washed over me, I collapsed into his arms.
The rest of the group had gathered on the other side of the living room, conversing about kink and sexual experiences, so we decided to return to the group and join in the conversation. I cuddled off to the side with my fiance for a bit, but then the conversation got interesting. People were talking about how to play sexy Truth or Dare without the coersion. One guy came up with a version more oriented toward exchange: rather than forcing someone to tell the truth or do the dare, you had to offer a fair trade, and they could accept or decline. So many people were interested, that we then started the partywide game, which I like to call Tit for Tat.
I’ll spare you the parts where I watched other people conduct exchanges. Early trades were pretty tame; a French girl traded me a strawberry for a kiss, and at someone else’s suggestion, we decided to Lady and the Tramp the strawberry, despite the fact that we’d only just met. There was also an author who was asking for bids for a draft of his new novella. A few offers were thrown out, but I (remembering his mention of being a sadist earlier) decided to let him pinch my nipples. And with nobody else bidding any higher, I won.
I’ll preface this bit by saying that when this guy calls himself a sadist, he means it. So you’ll have to trust that what he did was on the edge of my pain threshold. He grabbed each nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted, each in the opposite direction. Slowly, so that I could ease myself into the pain; there was a sensation of pleasure from the stimulation under the pain, but the pain burst through, turning my moans into screams. When he pulled away, he raised his eyebrows, as though impressed that I hadn’t needed to use a safeword. I scootched a little closer to him, suddenly feeling a need for physical comfort, and as he put his arm around me, he directed my attention at the bulge in his boxers: the trophy in his pants, happy to see me.
Also present was my fiance’s girlfriend, as well as her fiance. I’d met this girl at a party once before, and we’d swapped a few stories at the party thus far. In exchange for a particularly interesting story, her fiance wanted her and I to make out, while he held the leash of my rope harness. I figured this would just mean he’d pull it at the end, but instead he used it to tease, jerking me back a little more just as the kiss got heated, then giving enough slack so we could resume making out.
I guess now she caught the author’s attention, because they had an exchange involving her doing ice play on her, and in return, wanted to try and make out with her and I at the same time. Which is a little tricky, but ultimately it was kind of nice to watch two people make out hungrily, waiting, and then pressing your face against one of theirs, lips melting into the spot where someone else’s had been only moments before.
Towards the end of the game, The Target got involved once more. He mentioned having an interesting story to offer involving a sex machine, for the right bid. All night I’d been looking for an excuse to take him Upstairs (where there was a bedroom for any play involving fluid exchange). A couple of other offers had been made, but when I mentioned wanting to sit on his face, he was sold.
Once upstairs, The Target immediately pinned me on the bed. “First, I have to do something.” He said, resuming his teasing where he left off before. Keeping my panties on, he ran his fingers up my thigh, teasing at my slit and the edges of my panties. He continued, rubbing me from the outside until my panties were soaked.
Finally, he pulled away. I removed my panties and he lay down on his back so I could straddle his face. His hands on my hips, he started slowly licking his way up to my clit, then fucking me with his tongue for a bit before returning to my clit. I could feel pressure building up inside me as he did this, moving back to fuck me with his tongue for a bit, then sliding it up to continue flicking my clit. Finally, he sucked on it a bit, drawing my orgasm out of me, this one louder and more powerful than the previous.
I got off his face and he went to clean himself off. We’d decided to 69, so I could suck his cock for a bit while he fingered me. With our positioning, he could barely fit into my mouth, as I slipped him down my throat, then moved up to suck on the head. He stuck his fingers inside me and as he started thrusting, I began to moan into his cock. We built up like this, continuing faster and faster until once again, so full of tension, I came to orgasm. Pulling away, I asked about the prospect of sex. Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen that night, so we both made our way back downstairs, naked and unsteady on our feet.
Back in the living room, we collapsed on the couch for a bit. We watched a scene of one girl flogging another, then someone allowing the author to torture her for a full minute in exchange for a copy of the same novella he’d traded earlier. As I watched the scene, I couldn’t help but feel like I’d gotten the better end of the deal. He even sat down to cuddle and make out with me after, massaging my legs as we cuddled.
At the end of the night, we helped the hostess clean up and got ready to go home. The French girl (who was crashing on the couch) helped, though she ended up mostly distracting me from being helpful with makeouts. Admittedly, I had trouble pulling myself away from her, but eventually, my fiance and I left. And by the time we fell asleep, the event page was already full of comments from people saying how much fun they’d had, and how we should totally do this again sometime.
And that my friends, is how you throw a successful orgy.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/52pt5j/orgynizers_cohosting_my_first_orgy_f_mf_ff