Okay, sickee, here's the details.
Before my three orgies, I'd been in a few threesomes. Either two
girls or a guy, or the opposite.
Okay, sickee, here's the details.
Before my three orgies, I'd been in a few threesomes. Either two
girls or a guy, or the opposite.
(Yes, I've licked pussy. Yes, I've let girls lick mine. Yes,
I made her come. Yes, she made me come. No, I've never done it
with just a girl; it's always been with a guy around. No, I don't
think that qualifies me as a lesbian. Now can I get on with this
footnote?)
The first time was at a girlfriend's apartment. There were seven
guys (none of whom I'd ever known biblically before) and four
girls. I knew what I was getting myself into, and I was an enthusiastic
participant. In fact, I think I was the first one there to have
my panties off. In the course of the evening, six of the guys
had it in me, and I gave the seventh a blowjob while I was getting
it from behind. It lasted for at least five hours, and I was the
last one to leave. I couldn't sit down for three days, and I wanted
to do it again.
The girlfriend set
up another good time a few weeks later. This time there were nine
guys and five girls. Five of the guys hadn't been at the previous
party. I made sure all of them got to me. I went over to her house
for similar escapades five or six times more, but only one new
guy came to them.
I started dating one of the guys from the parties, and he invited
me to go deer hunting with him and three of his buddies that I'd
never met before. I had no illusions; my role was to be the concubine.
There were three bedrooms in the cottage, two with single beds,
and one with a double bed. I claimed the biggest one. The first
evening got a little strange I don't think the guys knew
where to begin. So I set up a nickel-dime-quarter poker game,
and told them the whoever won $10 could be my first guy. 
While they were playing, I went
in and put on a negligee. Finally, one of the guys cleaned up
a big pot and we went into my room together. He shut the door
and we started to go at it. It didn't take long, I was ready and
he sure was. I made a lot of noise so that the party would be
sure to think about what was happening. After 15 minutes or so,
I shoved him out the door, went into the bathroom and cleaned
up, and then put a bra and panties on. When I came out, I chose
the next guy and we did it all over again. I made sure my 'boyfriend'
was last, and he slept with me. The next night I told them I was
tired of this one guy at a time thing and put some music on. Two
of the guys started dancing with me and I let them strip me. Before
you know it, I'm straddling one guy who's got it in my pussy,
another's trying to shove it up my ass, I'm giving one a blow
job and the last guy is getting a hand job just 'cause there's
no place left for him to put it. It was a good, old-fashioned
gang bang and I loved it.
I never minded group sex as long as there was no S/M, and I felt
like I was in control. If a guy started to hurt me, I just picked
up and moved on; a scene like that can get crazy too easy, and
you can get hurt.
Finally, I got tired of the group sex thing, and decided that
romance was more my style. So I just stopped going to my girlfriend's
bacchanalias. Satisfied?
