The pervert is back

There's a great scene in The People vs. Larry Flynt where our hero (of sorts) returns to the Hustler office for the first time in awhile and has the secretary repeatedly announce over the intercom that the pervert was back.  It's a great scene, and I feel the same way right now.

Last night I went to an orgy for the first time in awhile.

And it felt good.  It felt right.  There's something about being part of the seedy underbelly of a rapidly homogenizing town that is gratifying.  I also hesitate to give too many specific details about the evening, for a few reasons.  One is because keeping this sort of thing on the down low so that such things can continue to exist is important.  Another is that I worry about pissing people off.  Most of my description of the evening will be positive, but if somebody somehow gets identified as "one who goes to orgies" it can have negative repercussions.  And the last thing I want to do is blow people's cover.  So if you have questions, please address my privately.  Or if you just want to talk about these things, feel free to comment or ask me or whatever.

Moving forward, most orgies have two parts.  There's the hanging out part that feels very similar to a cocktail party.  Obviously the vibe is a bit different, but it's mostly the same.  And as I think I've mentioned before but am too lazy to hyperlink, I'm adept at handling these situations for the most part.  I had a bit of initial apprehension going in, because  I didn't really know anybody and wasn't part of a couple, but those turned out to be non-issues.

Despite the fact that the party had a designated time when people were to show up, few were on time.  I guess this is expected.  Who shows up at a party right as it's supposed to begin?  Well Dave did.  And a few other couples did too.  Nobody whom I was particularly interested in, but I'm happy to make small talk and have some wine.  The last thing I wanted to seem like that creepy guy who's just hanging out and biding his time.  Bad vibe.  So instead I talked about people that I didn't know nor care about and their divorces and other such topics.

Meanwhile, other people slowly filtered in.  The mood turned festive.  Now comes the slightly tricky part...  As you know, I come up with psuedonyms for the folks here, to protect the guilty.  But I met a bunch of people that are going to be difficult to keep separate, so let's hope my note-taking is thorough.  Adding to this difficulty is the fact that I don't remember everybody's real names, and only some of the psuedonyms that they had given themselves.  Confusing right?

So after hanging out with some random couples, I found my way over to Maritza.  She was talking with what looked like a couple, but ended up being two friends.  Maritza and I got along pretty well.  She's in her mid twenties, latina, and curvy with curly hair.  Much like I was happy to talk to people who weren't couples, she was similarly happy to talk with guys who weren't either.  Someone told her that there were six other single females at the party, and that she was determined to find them, and I'm assuming fuck them too.

Shortly after saying such things, I noticed a girl who ended up not being single, but was alone at the time.  I introduced myself, and we began chatting.  She's Angie.  Lower 20s.  Long wavy hair, dark brown.  Slim figure.  Fantastic lips.  Cock sucking lips if you will.  Very Anne Hathaway looking.  Similar to Maritza, conversation flowed nicely.  Her fiancée was arriving later and had already attracted a lot of attention from men and couples that she wasn't so into.

One thing I've noticed about these types of gatherings is that conversation almost always represents sexual interest.  It's very difficult to separate the two, and from what I can tell, everybody knows this.  And to add to it, I'd say roughly two-thirds of any given crowd aren't what I'd call "smooth" in their conversation.  This judgment comes strictly from watching others, but even though people try to project an affable vibe, it seems transparent.  And if I can pick up on it, I'm fairly certain that most women can too, as they've been dealing with guys like this for most of their adult lives I'd imagine.

But back to what I was saying before, I do try to actually talk to people, and not just in an "I want to fuck you, so I'm going through the motions" way.  Intelligence turns me on.  Witty banter turns me on.  Connecting with somebody while seeing them clothed is important.  So my discussion with Angie was legit, and it was eventually cut short, as we were all brought to the main room.

The organizer thanked people for coming and laid down some ground rules.  Pretty basic stuff about not joining people playing unless you are told that it's okay, being respectful, not being a creeper, etc.

And almost as if people were waiting to hear all this, clothes quickly began shedding.  Being new, I was approached by Noreen and helped out of my clothes.  This was perfectly fine with me for several reasons.  First of all, her eyes.  Very similar to this Suicide Girl, whose name I forget.  The second was her hair, which was a short, slightly shaggy pixie cut.  The fact that she had nice pierced tits and a thick booty didn't hurt either, but the first two were what I keyed in on.

"So what are you good at?"

"I don't know?"

"Well it's good that you're humble.  A lot of guys say that they're great at oral."

She laughs.  I laugh.  We are laughing.

"Maybe I'm good at being tall?"

"No."

She gets down to business, and my clothes come off.  Her dress comes off.  She points to a group of people standing about ten feet away.

"That looks like fun, let's go over there."

"Yeah.  Okay."

Two girls, three guys are standing very close to each other.  Both women have long blonde hair.  They are playing with the guys whose cocks are rapidly stiffening.  One of the blondes gets on her knees and starts blowing the guy who she was interested in.  And since I was there, me as well.  The other blonde blows the other guy.  Noreen also gets on her knees and starts blowing the guy with other blonde girl.  This only lasts a moment though, as Noreen quickly switches over to me, as blonde girl #1 focuses on her guy.  This is perfect for me, as I start playing with her hair.  Her hair is hot.  Noreen stands.

"Come sit over here," she said, pointing to a couch.  I obey of course.

She get on her knees and starts working my cock.  Licking it up and down.  Sucking.  Bobbing her head.  I lean back, and she starts really going to work on me.  And it's fucking hot.  My hands are running through her hair, and I'm focused on watching her.  She starts pumping my cock with her left hand, caressing my balls with her right, and sucking all the while.

"You have a gorgeous cock."

"Thank you."

"No, I mean it.  I love sucking it."

"What you're doing is amazing.  And also, I'm sure you get this a lot, but your hair is fantastic."

We then have a very brief conversation about most guys not liking short hair.  Then she starts sucking my cock again.  This time she also gazed into my eyes while doing so.  Incredibly hot.  Had I let her, I would have cum in her mouth.  But I wanted to prolong this experience as long as I could.

Eventually, she decides to move on, but promised to leave me in good hands.  I say sure, and over comes Stella.  Noreen says something to Stella, who quickly gets on her knees and starts sucking my cock.  Though unlike Noreen, she is still in a black bra and lacy panties.  She also breaks off the sucking to make out with me every once in awhile, before sucking again.  Her technique is also good, but different than Noreen's.  More inner mouth friction, less licking.  Still very nice though.

This continues for about ten minutes, before she realizes that she needs to meet her friend who would be arriving at the party late.  She told me to stay there, and that she'd come back.

A couple minutes pass.  She returns, good to her word, and we make out more.  And then the blow job continues.  This time for a shorter length of time, as she wanted to see (and eventually fuck) her friend who came to see her.  Fine with me.

I stand up and watch the crowd around me a bit.  Lots of fucking.  Lots of sucking.  Naked people hanging out talking.  Drinking.  Drugs.  This truly was a den of sin.

After that, I noticed Angie again.  She had found her fiancée, but he was off doing other things, so we started making out.  By this point, her bra was off, revealing her soft little pink nipples.  I start caressing them while making out and she strokes my still engorged cock.  Kissing her was every bit as good as I imagined.  It took a bit of self-restraint not to bite her lips, as they were so luscious, but I managed.  Sucking and licking them did just fine.

We continue, and after caressing her ass a bit, I ask if I can move my hand around front.  She says yes, and I start finger banging her.  The fact that she was already fairly wet was a nice sign, and that she was tight was even better.  By this point I had already been hard for around an hour, and while staying power is a quality that I'm happy about, I was getting to the point where I wanted to cum.

Angie gets up to talk with her fiancée.  I'm assuming to ask if she can fuck me, or at least see what he's up to.  While she does, another blonde girl (I think the one from before, not Stella) starts sucking my cock.  And pretty roughly at that.  Luckily, Angie quickly returns.  I pull her down and whisper if she can ask the woman mauling my cock if she can tag in.  The transfer was thankfully painless and Angie starts in on my cock.  Of course it feels great.

She continues for maybe five minutes, until I pull her up and kiss her deeply.  She tastes like cock.  Definitely mine.  Probably her fiancée's.  Possibly another guy's as well.  Sluttily delicious.  She asks if I want to fuck her.  I do.  We retrieve a condom, and she gets on top of me and starts riding.

One good thing about sluts at orgies is that if I can bide my time, they often have been fucked before I get to them.  There are some guys who aren't into sloppy seconds, but that's not how I see it.  My view is that it's great that there are guys around to warm her up for me.  It's been well-documented that I like to fuck hard, and this helps that.

Anyway, Angie slides right onto my cock and starts fucking me.  And we're both into it.  My hands guide her ass up and down.  She is leaned forward on me so that we get to make out more while we fuck.  Her breathing starts to change.  She's really into it.  I am as well, her pussy feels incredible.  I don't want to break our building rhythm, but I also want to fuck her deeply, so as our bodies move, I push her back on my cock.  It registers on her face.  Pleasure.  Lots of pleasure.

We keep fucking, and I can tell she's close to getting off.  I am as well, but I want her to cum first.  We keep going and I can feel her cum starting to cover my hip.  Success.  I pull her down to me and tell her how fucking hot she is and how much I like fucking her.  These things are all true.  She tells me how great she feels and I cum shortly thereafter.  We slow, and eventually stop.

She sits on my lap, and we talk a few minutes before her fiancée sweeps in for her.  No problems there.  I remove the condom and wash my cock off, only to find Maritza getting fucked.  However, it's just about time to go, so I make out with her a bit, play with her ample tits, and we promise to fuck in the future.

From there, I wander around a little bit and talk with Noreen.  I'm not sure if I'll get anything more from her than random play at parties, but I'd definitely like to.  I also get Stella's number, as we didn't have a chance to fuck, and I'm pretty sure she wants to as much as I do.

All in all a wildly successful evening.  Hopefully this will be the start of something special.