Friends, we’ve made it. The long-awaited (for me) orgy post. We did that thing, it was glorious. Don’t ask me how many orgasms I had, I don’t know. Double digits, certainly (pun entirely intended). This one will be graphic (as far as my memory allows). If you don’t want to know it about me, don’t read it.
B and I met up with M and C for a drink first. We sat on the patio at the bar, M to my left, C to my right, B to her right. I had hands on M immediately, touching his thigh under the table, holding his hand.. you know – cute, pre-orgy shit. We got some drinks, talked. Excitement was running high. We didn’t intend to spend very long there, all of us keen to get back to the house and get naked pretty swiftly, but it was nice to spend a little time relaxing. The calm before the storm.
We had a couple drinks, and got the fuck out of there. M and C had to swing by their place to grab our post-fuck snack. A chocolate cream pie I’d taken over there earlier. Yes, really. No, subtlety isn’t my forté. B and I went straight to his place, I went to the bathroom to prep my ass for what I assumed (correctly) would be a busy night. By which I mean I douched my asshole a few times, nothing crazy. I was on my period, which everyone was aware of (and entirely unconcerned by) and I wanted to ensure that my butt was available – especially if things got too messy with vaginal penetration. I was finished with my prep by the time M and C got there, and relieved I hadn’t eaten anything that day.
The three of them headed to the bedroom while I poured drinks in the kitchen. By the time I arrived, C was already mostly naked. Fuck YES! I have been in group scenarios before where getting started has felt really awkward and clumsy, everyone wondering who is going to do something first, not so this time! I followed her example, and stripped down too. She had on her underwear and knee-highs, she looked glorious. I was in my favorite mock-garters. Let’s gooooooo.
B and I have gone back and forth on exactly how things began: I’m pretty sure he ate C’s ass, then came to me for mine. I climbed up on the bed, and then I think C ate my ass too. Honestly, there are an awful lot of details that I don’t remember (I’m sorry, there was a lot going on). I do know that I made out with everyone, a lot. I know that I spent a lot of time sucking dicks (sometimes alone, and sometimes as part of a team), and less time than I would have liked eating pussy – C’s is gorgeous and delicious and I certainly plan to become better acquainted with it. I know that I experienced my first spit-roast, both vaginally and anally (holy shit, that is a fucking good time). I remember frequently not knowing what specifically was happening to me, or by whom. Three people touching you at once is incredibly overstimulating and it becomes difficult to pinpoint exactly who is doing what and where. I just know that everything felt incredible, and I was very vocal in my approval.
I felt so lucky to be in a scenario with someone I loved, exploring other people together, building on my connection with M, being absolutely ravaged by C. I think I was the center of attention for a significant amount of time – at least it felt that way to me. There were moments where I felt as though I were in a trance, the pleasure was overwhelming. Together, these three glorious humans gave me more orgasms than I could count, and genuinely cheered me on as each one flowed through me. If you have never been cheered by a crowd as you’ve climaxed, I highly recommend it. That’s some ego-boosting shit. I’m also willing to bet that C had pruney fingers by the time we were done, she spent so long with them inside my various holes. That woman knows her way around a vagina, goddamn. And her skin is some of the softest I’ve ever felt.
One thing, that I learned about later, that I particularly adored hearing, was that when M penetrated me for the first time, B guided M’s dick inside me. If that isn’t a supportive poly partner, I don’t know what is! And my fucking christ, his dick feels good inside me. At one point, I believe they were both taking turns to fuck me from behind, and I could tell who was who from the way they felt, without looking back to see who it was. I didn’t care who it was, give me all the dicks. Give me them both at once (they did, my first DP experience was complete bliss).
This was my first group sex experience with one of my own partners. I had been worried that when we actually got there, I might feel jealous or sad or some other emotion not conducive to a good time. Happily, that was not the case. Watching the guys both fuck C together as I sat off to one side to catch my breath felt honestly joyful. It didn’t turn me on exactly, it hit a different pleasure center. I was just happy and contented to witness everyone enjoying themselves so much, without a care in the world. I sat there, watching and smiling, as M held my gaze (he is so fucking hot). Sex should be joyful, and it was.
I don’t know how long we went at it, an hour? Two? Three? No idea. But I know that when it was over, M and I snuggled up on one side of the bed, as C and B sat and chatted together on the other. We said pretty things to one another in hushed tones, basked in the post-coital glow, talked about more English shit. It was exactly what I needed after god knows how much time I’d just spent being railed by everyone. I loved being so close to him, his body bringing mine back to Earth after all that time I’d spent floating through the stars.
We ended the night with our chocolate cream pie, all four of us sitting, naked and cross legged at each corner of the bed, devouring some much-needed sugar and finding our feet again.
We’re doing it again this weekend. I can’t wait.
Fat and Slutty 