What the hell; a party is a party. I went.
The house was a large one, set well back off the road. I parked the
car in the large area at the end of the driveway. The other cars
showed plates from other states. Curiouser and curiouser, I thought.
The door was answered by a butler. He took my overcoat, and handed me
an envelope. “This way, sir,” he said, crisply. He led me to a door
down a short hallway, opened the door, and said “Sir.”
I entered the door, and it was closed behind me. The room was
sparsely decorated; an impressionistic painting of a man and woman on
one wall; a chair, a small table. Some party.
I sat in the chair and looked at the envelope the butler had given me.
“Read me immediately!” it said.
I opened the envelope.
“Welcome. You have been invited to an orgy. At this point, you have
a choice. If you do not wish to participate, knock twice on the door
through which you entered. If you wish to proceed, undress
completely, and go through the other door on the far side of the room.
Do not converse. Do not ask names. Do not ask questions.”
I frowned at the note. Some style. Bossy… “Do Not…” indeed.
But something about the idea was appealing, on a bizarre level.
Totally anonymous sex, eh? What about disease? What about the
others? An orgy?
But my cock out-thought my brain. The very idea that somewhere behind
that door…
I undressed quickly. Naked, I squared my shoulders, breathed deeply,
and opened the far door.
Through the door, there was a narrow corridor. The door closed slowly
behind me. As I walked down the corridor, the lights dimmed slowly.
At the far end of the corridor was a black fabric curtain. As I
pushed the curtain aside, the lights went completely out.
I stumbled over a couple on the floor. The woman laughed, the man
snorted, as I tumbled over them into a somersault. I landed hard on
my back, stunning me for a moment… until I felt the soft, warm hand
on my chest.
The darkness was absolutely complete; my eyes could catch no trace of
light at all.
But all of my other senses were at their most alert. The room was
filled with small moans, heavy breathing and gasps of pleasure. The
air was heavy with the scent of mixed perfumes and after-shaves and
colognes — and the earthy, musky smells of sex. I could reach out in
any direction and touch skin — the tough, hairy skin of another man,
or the smooth, soft skin of a woman.
And taste? I was about to experience that as well. I found myself
kneeling between the soft, smooth thighs of a woman; her fragrant
pussy warm and wet to my fingers, open to my touch. I leaned forward,
and tasted her.
My tongue followed the contours of her labia, tasting the salty, musky
juices – not knowing, or caring, if they were all hers, or had
previously belonged to some guy.
I found her clit, buried among the folds, warmer than the rest of her,
and tongued it. I heard her gasp as I slipped a finger under my chin
and into her cunt. I leaned in, wrapping my lips around her nubbin,
which expanded as I sucked on it.
At that moment, I felt a hand on my ass; a hand that explored my rear
end, deftly sliding down my crack, past my anus, down to my cock and
balls. The hand caressed my testicles, and gripped my penis firmly.
I adjusted my position, spreading my knees a little, raising my ass,
without stopping my attention to the delicious pussy I was feasting
upon. The anonymous hand on my cock began to pump, stroking with a
strong, firm grip.
Suddenly, the hand was gone.
The woman I was eating from began to quiver, bucking herself against
my face. I heard her gasp as an orgasm swept through her body.
As I pulled my face away from her, leaving my fingers in the grip of
her cunt, the hand returned to my ass.
There was a hand on each asscheek; I felt a pressure, spreading my
asscheeks apart, then a touch to my anus.
The touch became a pressure, and I realized that someone was trying to
fuck my ass. But before I could object, the unknown man pushed
forward, impaling me. I moaned; more in surprise than pleasure. The
man held still, his cock filling my asshole.
The woman under me sat up, and pressed her breasts against my face. I
tried to relax, and took one of the woman’s nipples between my lips.
She ran her fingers through my hair and down my neck and back.
Her hands touched the hands of the man behind me. She pulled her
breast away from my face, and I felt her slide around me, feeling what
was going on.
She never broke physical contact; when she figured out what was
happening, I heard a stifled giggle, then I felt her slide back around
in front of me. She lay on the floor in front of me, and slid her
head under my kneeling body, until her mouth found my penis.
I felt her warm mouth slide over my cockhead. She sucked gently,
bringing me back to a full erection.
I leaned forward again, my face sliding down her smooth thighs to the
wet nexus of her crotch. I again breathed the musk of her cunt, as my
tongue found her clit again.
The cock in my asshole began to slide out as my sphincter muscle
relaxed. Then he pushed forward again, deeper this time. I took a
deep breath through my nose, tonguing her clit. She took my cock
deeply into her mouth, her tongue rolling around the head of my penis.
There was movement to my left; fingers ran through my hair, grasped
it, and lifted my head. Immediately, my head was pulled to my left
and an erection was pressed against my cheek. He shifted his hips,
and the penis entered my mouth.
I was too astonished to object. The man thrust his hips, pressing it
deeper. I tasted the man’s cock, tentatively copying the movements
the woman under me was using on me.
The grip on my hair loosened, but I continued to suck gently on the
cock in my mouth, as the man behind me grunted. He thrust deep in my
ass, and I felt his cock jump inside me as he came.
He pulled out, and without a word, moved away from us. The woman
below me explored with her hands, looking for my face.
At that moment, the man I was sucking pulled back, withdrawing himself
from my mouth and releasing my head. I rolled over to one side of the
woman below me, and turned around, kneeling between the woman’s
thighs.
I kissed her belly, then slid upward to her breasts, full and
hard-nippled. My cock slid easily into her pussy; hot, wet and ready.
Someone to the right came, loudly. There was a giggle to the left in
response.
The lady under me was tightening; her back arching. She sought to
meet each thrust of my hips, until she gasped as another orgasm washed
over her.
I felt a touch on my back; I raised my head, and a pair of large
breasts were thrust in my face. The new woman settled down, crouching
over the face of the woman below me, who apparently went right to
work.
The new woman whimpered as her clit was strummed. She gripped my
ears, pulling my face to hers, for a deep, wet kiss. My cock was
still hard and in the grip of the pussy of the woman below me.
I pulled free of her, and stood up. The ‘new’ woman grabbed my cock,
and wrapped her lips around it. She moaned — the vibrations of her
voice adding to the sensations of her moving tongue.
It was too much; my balls tightened, and erupted. She held her mouth
over my cockhead, capturing my semen.
I slid back down, and sat next to the two women, my fingers acting as
my eyes. The upper woman leaned forward to taste the lower woman’s
cunt. I slid my fingers down the cheeks of her ass, to find the
pucker of her asshole. The lower woman’s tongue found my finger, and
I heard her snort in amusement.
I pressed my finger lower, slipping it into the upper woman’s pussy,
receiving a gentle moan from her in response. I worked with the lower
woman’s movements, and as she tongued her clit, I slid first one, then
two, then three fingers into the dampness of the upper woman’s cunt.
Her breathing deepened, and with a long, deep moan, she raised herself
up as she climaxed, a burst of moisture flowed from her, soaking my
hand and the face of the woman below her.
She rolled over and off the lower woman, pulling me along with her. I
managed to remove my hand, and she pulled me over on top of her. My
cock had returned to a semi-soft erection, and she reached down and
guided it toward her pussy.
It slid in surprisingly easily, considering that I wasn’t completely
hard.
But it soon was. Her pussy had a remarkable effect on me, producing a
full erection in short order. I began to thrust, moving just my hips.
With each thrust, she whimpered, until, with a deep thrust, I came
deep inside her; more like turning on a faucet than an explosion.
The energy level in the entire room was dropping; the sounds of
passion around me had dropped to mere whimpers, sighs and in at least
one case, a snore.
I lay atop the woman, physically exhausted. After a little bit, she
pushed gently on my side, and I rolled off of her. Was it my
imagination, or was there a gentle hiss filling the room? And what
was that sweet odor?
I fell asleep.
I awoke suddenly, my eyes springing open. The room was filled with a
soft, grey light. My clothing was in a neatly-folded stack beside me.
I got up, and tried to open the far door. The door was locked. I put
on my clothes, and tried the other door. Also locked.
I knocked twice on the door, and there was the sound of a latch being
thrown, and the door opened. The butler nodded, “Sir. This way.”
He ushered me to the front door, retrieved my overcoat and nudged me
toward the exit.
“No questions,” he muttered. “Do not attempt to contact anyone else,
or a return invitation will not be issued.”
Shaking my head, I headed back toward my car. I noticed that many of
the cars were gone, but a few remained. For one moment, I considered
hanging around to see who had attended.
But that threat of no return invitation stopped me. “Yes,” I thought,
“I DO want to return again sometime.”
I got in my car and drove away.
I’m still watching my mail.