The pre-game meet leads to party sex. One or two pics in comments. [m][f] [f][f] [group]

Zena hosted a pre-game to Saturday night’s [sex party](https://medium.com/@testing78378_Seattle255/our-guide-to-sex-parties-revised-d0452b400ea1). She has great taste in friends and now lives with David, who shares her interests and who may have fucked C at the party (although I don’t recall and am getting ahead of myself, temporally speaking, which is like assuming fellatio prematurely). So we went and met people, but I was most curious about a text Zena had sent previously: “I’m trying to get a gang bang for my friend Elena.”

Okay, that caught my attention, although I do argue that sex parties are not the optimal places to organise gang bangs. Good sex parties don’t allow single men, for the most part, although guys well-known to the hosts may sometimes attend, so there usually isn’t a surplus of cock on command, such that one woman can command three or four or more guys at a single go. I say “three or four guys” because authorities disagree on whether three men or four men is the lowest number required for a gang bang.

Last night in Paris: A sex party story [m][f][m] [f] [group]

Last night I [visited Paris again](https://medium.com/@testing78378_Seattle255/the-surreal-moments-in-sex-parties-73d9ce88848c), this time with C and my friend Jordan, who took a train from Boston for sex; last time, he’d been [part of a threesome with another partner](https://medium.com/@testing78378_Seattle255/unexpected-partners-our-last-private-sex-party-f7b0cfd29d94), and his wife Amy had attended as well. This time, he came without Amy because she had some other obligation. But almost as soon as the consent speech was over, C and Jordan were rather eager to begin.

Jordan and I spent a lot of time kissing and caressing C’s neck, and we were among the first wave of people to get going. The next parts are a blur. There is a lot of touching, kissing, and caressing everywhere. C ends up going down on Jordan. I end up fucking her from behind. I remember the last Eiffel Tower and raise my hands from C’s hips. Jordan sees that and holds his hands up. Our hands meet, gloriously and beautifully, and then C pauses her cock sucking and perks her head up like a praire dog. She starts laughing and says something like, “Oh my God, you, no, just, don’t, no!” I push her back down so she can continue, and the magic moment is broken. But once you’ve been to Paris, no one can take that from you.

Unexpected partners: Our last private sex party [f][m][f][group]

James and I hosted a sex party on Saturday; about 30 people RSVPed, making it big enough to require logistical effort. On the day itself I spent way too much time fielding text messages, last minute requests, and partner confirmations.

Fortunately, when setup time hit, an extra friend came with me, early, to help (many good parties are supported by a lot of unglamorous background work). He’s trying to be “monogamous” (?) with a woman, for whatever reasons people do that, so he didn’t stay for the full experience, but he did get to hang out and meet people with interests similar to his.

Guests began arriving at the appointed hour, and early on one pretty, single girl caught my eye, but I didn’t have much time to chat with her amid the flurry of hosting introductions. [Most guests were couples](https://medium.com/p/how-to-host-sex-parties-and-why-you-probably-wont-6f9745d938f6). The smalltalk was a blur that I can’t recall now; too many people in too little time, though I had my eye on one couple in particular, as the girl had only been to a single party before and the guy was more experienced.

A birthday party should include group sex [m][f][m][group]

You may recall our friend Zena from “[Hosting our first sex party](https://medium.com/@testing78378_Seattle255/hosting-our-first-sex-party-9b6816e7c80);” she was recently perusing our Tumblr and texted, “I WANT MY BOOBS ON YOUR TUMBLR WTF I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS.” Totally fair and we have been negligent. Consider that tragic situation rectified. Eventually I also posted her ass, post-flogging, and said flogging happened at last night’s party.

Another fun moment from that party: James and I sandwiched this girl and started kissing both sides of her neck. Girls LOVE this and soon our hands followed our tongues to her body. She closed her eyes and rolled with the pleasure. We had lots of foreplay, kissing, and so forth, and then I slowly, slowly, slowly unzipped her dress. Before actually slipping it off, James and I slipped our hands in and began touching her nipples and ass. She loved it and kept grinding against me.

Misunderstanding and fulfillment: Sex eventually gone right [f][m][f][m][group]

On Tuesday we went out with a charming, attractive, and hilarious couple from Europe, but walking in we had modest expectations. Our most common reaction to dates is: “That was okay. They are okay.” Few dates are outright dreadful but few are transcendent.

On this date, though, we all warmed up to each other quickly, with talk about backgrounds, jobs, life experiences, and of course mutual interests. Adam and Tricia were full of stories about the many countries in which they’d lived, as well as a few of [the Killing Kittens parties](https://medium.com/@testing78378_Seattle255/about-killing-kittens-sex-parties-dcf7e3fab05c) they’d attended. I think they’ve had other adventures, some at surprisingly early ages.

Many of the specifics of the conversation have faded from memory, but the warm glow of what seemed to be mutual admiration remains. We bounced from the first bar, which was too noisy for C, to a much quieter bar where we could speak and flirt more easily. There, I was thinking about what might conceivably happen next.

Last night’s sex and kink party [m][f][group]

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.

Gemini & Scorpio’s Countdown sex party (some morning-after pics included) [f][m][group]

We went to [Countdown](http://www.houseofscorpio.com/) and at first expected a dud: few people there and fewer to our taste. Not every party is or can be a success, but at the start of this one we were not optimistic. Still, we persevered and soon ran into friends who we’ve not seen for a while. C chatted quite a bit and I chatted up a European couple from opposite ends of the continent who’d met in Australia and married so they could both live in the U.S. A lovely story! Especially because they both thought that they’d just fuck each other’s brains out, only to discover that they even liked each other too.

By midnight no one had made the famous, important first move. C and I were looking at each other. Where were Zena or James or Ragnar, who typically demanded sex as soon as possible (Zena in particular)? They are all bastions, no, *beacons* of sexuality whose sex skills are an example to everyone. No one stood forward so we stood forward. The room was arranged such that a dais at one end commanded natural attention. Because it commanded natural attention no one had occupied it or its two beds. Most people were coupled up but few were even kissing. I checked in with C: was she ready to go first?

Wonderland after action report (one pic included) [f][m][group]

The party lived up to its name but we don’t have much story from it. The space where Wonderland has many rooms and its center of gravity shifts over time. At the beginning everyone concentrates towards the entrance, the bar, and the dancefloor, with many ecstatic dancers and a few skilled dancers shaking their thing. It is very close to a literal mating dance. I ran into a friend who I’m always happy to see but never hang out with (something I need to remedy). And she’s always happy to see me, which means she’s actually happy to see me or is really good at faking it (but why bother faking?).

We vouched for our friend Zena, who you [may recall from previous stories](http://seattle255.tumblr.com/post/129165396939/hosting-our-first-sex-party), and she is a favorite target for spanking. Speaking of which, there was also a large room with crosses, spanking benches, and related paraphernalia set up, and we watched a lot of that action but didn’t much partake.

Saturday night’s sex party: unexpected directions (pics included) [f][m][group]

At Saturday night’s sex party, logistical challenges mean things start late, which is not the world’s sexiest first sentence but it is true and explains a little of what’s to follow. Guests begin arriving at 8, and for a long time only our friend Yvette is truly in the party mood: [she wears a diaphanous black “dress” that shows her nipples and bright red g-string](http://i.imgur.com/bGfWdLp.jpg).

This is a fantastic outfit for answering the door, promising as it does danger and pleasure; eventually I lose my shirt to join her in solidarity. I get less attention. This seems fair. As guests arrive and mingle I play host. As often happens, many of the guests know few others. I introduce many of the guests to C; [both women and men continually undress C to see her lingerie](http://i.imgur.com/YG0YNzE.jpg) and fondle her tits. The attention builds C’s desire, but she doesn’t like to be first, and our usual friend Zena is missing. I shoot a few (consensual) photos. You can see some of the fruits of those photos here. Others will never leave my hard drive. The low natural light makes me wish for a more substantial camera, but I still love the shots.

Last night’s private sex party [f][m][group][orgy]

It is a special thing to have four people working on you at the same time. As things got started last night, C found herself in an unusual position: she was sitting mostly upright, leaning back into our friend Zena, who was in turn leaning into our friend Slater, who was in turn leaning into his girlfriend Bella.

Confused? That’s okay. I was at C’s front and began going down on her, while the rest of the pile grabbed her by the hair, played with her tits, and, in the case of Bella, grabbed her wrists to force her chest upwards and outwards, exposing it for the other 30 people to see as she shook from the feel of my tongue on her clit and the six hands working her body. In ten minutes she had a near-blackout orgasm that had been a long time building.