HOMEEd's Orgy Upbringing
[ MF, FF, MM, mast, orgy, voy, drugs, drunk ]
by Ed Stercus, © 2012, all rights reserved
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My parents were "free love" swingers in the 70's, smoked a lot of pot and threw a lot of sex parties. The couple they played with the most had a teenage daughter who would babysit all the kids at one of the houses, and then all the couples (there were usually anywhere from four to ten couples involved) would get together at one of the other houses and party all night. I didn't find out the full extent of all that until I was older and the babysitter filled me in on the details (right before I filled her cunt), but I did get my chance to see it first-hand, once.
When I was 7 years old I got really sick on the day of one of their parties. I had a high fever and had been throwing up in class. It was a Friday, and my mom had to come pick me up from school, take me to the doctor, etc. But all the friends still wanted to party, apparently, so my parents decided to host it at their house and to keep me there so they could check in on me.
So I was made comfortable in my room and told to “stay put and rest”. There was loud music and talking for hours and hours. My parents checked on me once, to give me some medicine, and that was it. Then the talking stopped but the music kept going. I felt a lot better at that point, so I decided to see if the party was over. I thought maybe my parents had fallen asleep after people had left, and I was going to turn the music off.
Right there in the hallway on floor, just ten feet from my door, was a man and woman going at it doggy-style. They were halfway in the hall bathroom, faces-in, asses-out. The music was so loud I couldn't even hear them moaning or anything as I tip-toed around them. Farther down the hall, just at the top of the stairs, the door was open to my brother's room. Two women were on his bed in a 69 while two men were in a 69 on the floor at the foot of the bed. Some guy stood just inside the doorway watching and smoking weed, jerking off, but he didn't notice me - or so I thought.
Needless to say, despite my illness I had a big, throbbing hard-on. I wasn't old enough to ejaculate, but I knew how good it felt to rub it. I wanted to get back to my room and fuck my pillow (my preferred method of masturbation until I was 9). But I wanted to see more, of course, so I crept downstairs.
The living room, at the foot of the stairs was, ironically, empty. That's where the stereo was - an 8-track of Tony Orlando, I swear to God, was blasting away. I peeked around the corner into the kitchen and saw my dad lying on his back on the floor, with one lady bouncing up and down on his cock while another lady squatted on his face. The two women were kissing and moaning and passing a joint back and forth.
Heading back across the living room, I snuck up to the door of my parents' bedroom. My mother was lying on her back on top of the bed, and a man was driving into her really hard. Her legs were doubled-up against her chest, with her calves up on the guy's shoulders. Her feet bounced like crazy. I got a great view of her asshole and sloppy pussy as his balls slapped down hard against them, over and over. She kept growling "yes" over and over and "fuck me" and stuff like that.
Then I noticed there was another couple in the room, a man and a woman back in my parents' bathroom. I could barely see them from the angle I was at, but they were in the bath tub, with the woman standing over the man. It confused me for a long time afterward, but now I realize she was probably pissing on him or something, although I couldn't quite see it. Who knows?!
Anyway, the man pounding my mom pins her down real good and comes for a long time inside her, while she's freaking out with her own orgasm and pulling his ass to make him go deeper. Then he pulls out and climbs up onto my mom's chest, and she sucks his dick like it was her last meal.
At that point I had to fuck my pillow with extreme prejudice. I turned to go back upstairs, but the lone ranger who'd been smoking and jacking off was sitting on the couch behind me, still jacking off, still smoking. He just stared at me and grinned, then shot a great big load of jizz all over the coffee table. I remember vividly watching it spurt up high in the air, over and over, and splatter everywhere. A great big glob of it landed right in a big wine goblet, making a splash. I wondered for years after that if anyone accidentally drank from that goblet later.
The guy winked at me and kept on smoking, but I was terrified. Even though he didn't say a word, I was sure I was busted. I went to run upstairs, but people were laughing and talking right at the door to my brother's room. It sounded like they were coming down! I turned and ran to the back of the living room, instead, to the lanai, and out the side of that into the laundry room. That got me into the garage, where I figured I'd hide in my parents' car for a while.
On the hood of my parents' car, though, was another woman getting fucked by another man. And she saw me. It was like, "Uh, baby, you shouldn't be in here", and then I was running back into the laundry room, out the lanai, and into the backyard. I climbed up into our crappy little tree house and hid out for a while, until my dad came wandering out to find me. He had on all his clothes and was carrying a flashlight, but he didn't turn it on.
He stunk like sweat and all kinds of other crazy things, but I climbed down and let him carry me back into the house. Everybody was crammed into the kitchen by then, laughing and talking again, clothes back on, smoking and drinking. My mother came into the living room as my dad took me to the foot of the stairs. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and asked me if I was feeling better. I could smell the man on her breath, his cum, his crotch, but I didn't know that was what it was at the time. Her face and mouth and breath just stank! She touched my other cheek with her hand, and as she pulled it away there was a sticky kind of cling to it. Her mascara was running down her face and her hair was crazy.
My dad took me up and tucked me back in. He told me not to worry about what I might have seen at the party. "We'll talk about it tomorrow, when you're feeling better", he said. But we never did talk about it. I never brought it up, and neither did they. And I was never allowed around another party of theirs!
I watched my mom and dad fuck on several other occasions after that, but none of those are as exciting. My mom, basically, appeared to have had a very high sex drive in her thirties. I think she liked to fuck every day. They stopped having parties a couple years later, though. We moved a few times and my dad starting making a lot more money. Even though we were still in the same town, my parents started going to the country club and took on a new set of friends and a new social circle. No more drugs and orgies. At least not at home anymore. My mom's new passion became affluence, and my dad just worked more and more to bring more money to her.
Meanwhile, I was a pretty fucked up little kid! I'll write more about that one of these days, don't worry....
Let me know if you liked it! That would be great.
- Ed
by Ed Stercus, © 2012, all rights reserved
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