10 comments/ 68422 views/ 5 favorites Sex Mob By: DJ LaSexy My girlfriend and I were surprised when the application form required an essay. Usually, we have a standing invitation to this sort of thing. My name is Amanda. I have red hair, green eyes, freckles. My girlfriend is Katy – brunette, big boobs, thick. So it goes without saying that when someone throws a sex party, we’re the first on every one’s list. This party was different apparently. We had to fill out a questionnaire, send pictures, and write a short “essay” about how we could personally enhance the evening. I guess the promoters were going for a sophisticated type of sleaze. Anyway, once they saw our pics, the essay was a moot point. No one turns down a hot lesbian couple willing to have wild sex with a group of strangers. The party started at midnight. It was in a huge loft out in the meat packing district. The door was guarded by two huge men, and we had to whisper the password to get inside. The loft itself was expansive and maze-like. There seemed to be hidden nook or velvet couch in every shadow. The whole place was lit only with candles, save for the giant disco ball glimmering above the dance floor. This party’s them was “Boxers and Panties” – as in, that’s all you were allowed to wear. We shed our trench coats by the front door and made our way to the bar. It had cost us $100 each to get in, but drinks were included. The bar was crowded and we had to squeeze in to get close enough to order. Katy was wearing matching lace panties and bra – black, silky, and mostly see through. I was wearing a white lacy cotton ensemble that highlighted the freckles sprinkled over my body. As Katy leaned in to order drinks, a young guy with a perfect hairless body leaned into her from behind. I could see the bulge in his briefs as he pressed it against her ass. I could tell she felt it by the smile on her face as she turned to see who it belonged to. Katy got six shots – two for each of us – and then the three of us made for the dance floor. Katy wedged herself between me and the young guy and we did a sultry bump n grind in time to the throbbing music. Katy pressed her boobs into mine and nibbled at my ear. Our young stud rubbed his boner against Katy’s ass crack. The dance floor was packed tight and I could feel nude flesh rubbing against me from all sides. I closed my eyes as I felt hands caress my ass and thighs. My outstretched hands came into contact with a naked breast and a strong, hairy chest. Katy reached behind me and unhooked my bra, as the guy behind her did the same to her. Our nipples rubbed together as we danced. Katy wedged her thigh between my legs and began to hump against me, rubbing her mound up and down my leg. Likewise, my pussy was pressed firmly against her thigh. I broke away to get more drinks from the bar, leaving Katy and the stud dancing with two other extremely hot young guys. I ordered a shot for myself and the guy next to me. He had a silly grin on his face, and it took me a moment to realize that another, older man was on his knees beneath the bar sucking this guy’s cock. We did our shots and he said to me, “I’d love to suck your tits.” I guided his head to my chest and let out a sigh as he gently nibbled. Suddenly, I felt my panties jerked down. The man who had been sucking my new friend’s dick slid over and began to lick fervently at my slit. I thought I felt his hands reach around for my ass, but as I looked over my shoulder I realized yet another young stud had joined the older man on the floor and was licking my anus at the same time. The young swimmer-looking guy on my tits suggested we find a place to lie down. I told them to meet me at a large pile of oversized pillows I had seen in a cove behind the bar. Then I went to find Katy. She was on the dance floor, completely naked. She was sandwiched in between two lithe blonde girls, twins from the looks of it, who were themselves sandwiched in between two beefy guys. The blonde in front of Katy had replaced my thigh with her own, and they were humping each others legs with ecstatic looks on their faces. I whispered to Katy to bring her friends over to the pillow area, and then I pulled her and the blonde in for a wet, three way tongue kiss. I could feel both of their lips and tongues slithering over my own. Katy, the twins, and the weight lifters followed me in an impromptu conga line over to the pillows. I found the older gentleman who had been licking my pussy laid back against a pile of pillows. Between his legs, the two young guys were tag-teaming his cock. One would suck hungrily up and down the shaft, while the other licked his balls. I crouched down over the older guy, shoving my wet pussy in his face. He buried his nose in the light red fuzz above my mound and began to lap at my clit. Katy laid herself down with a big pillow under ass and spread her legs wide. She’s very flexible (thanks to hours of yoga), and I think the blonde twins were surprised to see how wide she could open herself up. They each took up a position on either side of her and began to lap at her asshole and cunt. This is, of course, right next to the two young guys double teaming the guys cock as he ate my pussy. Katy beckoned the two beefy guys to her mouth, and she began rubbing the heads of their cocks together as she alternately licked their shafts. This was hard to keep up, and soon the older man came in a fountain of hot cum. The young guys licked it up from his cock and each others lips. Then they turned their attention on me. As the older gentleman excused himself, the young guys pounced on me. One of them pulled me on top of him. His friend grabbed his cock before he could stick in my waiting cunt, and used it to stroke through my wet pussy lips. I couldn’t handle it. “Fuck me now,“ I screamed, “I won’t both your cocks in me! Fuck me!” The guys behind me took his hand off his friend’s cock and it slid all the way into my vagina. I pressed myself against him as he grabbed my ass and fucked my slowly. I felt him pull my ass cheeks apart and then I felt the head of his friend’s cock at my asshole. We slowed our fucking down while he pushed his cock into my tight butthole. When both their cocks were inside me, the three of us began to rock back and forth, fucking my pussy and ass at the same time. Next to us, one of the blonde girls was on Katy’s face. Katy’s tongue was moving in and out of her shaved, wet pussy. One of the beefy guys was fucking Katy in the missionary position. The other guy was behind him with his cock buried in his friend’s ass. I could barely see the other blonde twin, but it looked like she was helping Katy to eat her sister’s pussy. I saw their two tongues touch as they met in the folds of the other blonde’s snatch. “Oh yeah lick her pussy Katy, I said, tell me how her cunt tastes baby!” The guy fucking my ass said, “Oh, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fill your ass with my hot cum!” Then it was like a chain reaction. Every one started to come. I felt my pussy fill up with hot sperm, while the other guys cum dripped out of my anus and down my crack, where it trickled onto his friends cock as he pulled out of my cum filled pussy. I told the guy fucking Katy that it was my turn to come and that he should stick his cock, covered with Katy’s pussy juice, into my wet, cum filled cunt. He pulled out of Katy’s vagina, and the blonde dove in and began lapping at her cunt. I could hear the squishing sounds the other guy’s cum made as the beefy guy fucked my pussy. He started to groan and I felt myself come just as he added his load to my already well fucked pussy. To Be Continued...if you want. Sex Myths Unmasked: Foreplay Myth: ALL men, and any truly sexual woman loves intercourse more than anything, is always ready to go, and wants to get right down to it as soon, and often, as possible. This belief infests the fantasy life of erotic culture--read any issue of Penthouse Letters or the vast majority of erotic fiction and you’ll see evidence of this, often in the form of “...she was dripping wet instantly...” and other such lies. The truth is that it takes time for a woman’s body to become fully aroused and there’s no shortcut around simple biology. Stroke fiction tends to de-emphasize the arousal phase of sex both to appeal to a primarily male audience (the same reason you see so much attention to physical descriptions, right down to a list of measurements, for the females in such stories) and to meet the conventions of the genre. Tales which are likely to be read as fantasy fodder for private masturbation tend to cut right to the chase because they’re all about the orgasm--not the characters’, the reader’s. Their primary purpose, when you think about it, is to help you cum faster when you’re alone, not better and more often when you’re with a partner. The stereotype of the submissive cock-hungry bisexual nympho living in those stories is a tissue-thin (if you’ll pardon the double entendre) fantasy, meant to arouse your mind as a shortcut to orgasm. Mind you, I’m not criticizing the stories, I’m a fan of them. When it’s done well, female readers get to fantasize about a world of sexual promiscuity and adventure without social consequences and men get to immerse themselves in a world where every woman, no matter how off-limits in the real world, is an eagerly available sex partner. But what’s hot on the page, the detailed depiction of fantasy sex that really get your mental gears turning and the blood flowing, isn’t necessarily what would make the best sexual encounter in real life. After all, if real sex were like the stories, men would also be expected to get it up five times in an hour. Since that’s also a biological impossibility, perhaps we should try to keep the difference between fantasy and reality in mind when thinking about our partners. Reality: for most women, including those who love sex, foreplay is often, if not usually, the most important part of sex; and most men don't get nearly the pleasure they're capable of experiencing, either. The perpetually turned-on and ready-to-go woman doesn’t exist anywhere in the world, and any woman who claims to be one is either psycho-biologically aberrant (clinical nymphomania, for instance) or lying in order to be seen as more sexually attractive. Sure, it’s a shopworn truism that women care about foreplay more than men do; we’ve all heard it before, and probably made a sexist joke or two about “getting to the good part” and complained to our friends or muttered under our breath after experiencing the “Wham-Bam-Thank You, Ma’am” style of sexual encounter. That doesn’t mean that men are bad in bed, don’t care about pleasuring women, or even that men are easier to please sexually than are women. In fact, most men aren’t getting one tenth of the pleasure from sex that they could, but few know it. Because we treat the penis-centered experience of male ejaculation as the ultimate in physical pleasure and the only indicator of successfully completed sexual union, not only is female orgasm relegated to a position of minimized importance, but men aren’t encouraged to explore their bodily responses and experience the expanded possibilities for pleasure opened up by extended arousal. Very rarely do we discuss why women want and need more foreplay, much less why men might want it too--and almost never do we give men good incentive for, or good advice about, spending more of their time and erotic energies on foreplay. Nor do we, as a culture, teach men how to spend more time on arousal without getting physically overstimulated and thus risking the ego-shattering experience of turning into the one-minute man when intercourse actually happens. Foreplay & gender: a few additional thoughts to consider: Men--when your partner is fully aroused, she’s more likely to be open to new things, more eager to bring you pleasure, and to leave with a positive impression of the sexual encounter--regardless of what happens during actual intercourse. Also, a highly stimulated and aroused woman feels better during sex--beyond the obvious question of vaginal lubrication, extended arousal phase causes all the tissues of the vaginal wall to swell, making her both softer in texture and tighter around you. Now, what’s not to like about that? And, while oral sex is great fun for all concerned, it’s not only not the end-all and be-all of foreplay, the “I do you, now you do me, then we fuck” approach can lead to some seriously unfulfilling lovemaking. Foreplay can be fun and stimulating for both parties, without resulting in premature ejaculation and a disappointingly short romp in the sack, a sore jaw, or a mounting sense of futility--you know, that “what’s the point of this” feeling. Women--if you don’t really know, or can’t bring yourself to tell your partner, what gets you really hot for him, it’s not fair to put all the blame on him if the sex isn’t great. Learning to be a good lover takes time, patience, and practice--and even if your partner is interested in improving his skills, there are limits to what can be generalized. Every woman’s body and mind is unique unto her, and if you expect your partner to learn what you like by trial-and-error then know that it’s likely to take a long time, or cause him to give up out of frustration. And if you want to steer his efforts, do it gently and positively, okay? Nobody likes to be criticized, particularly while they’re naked. Be sensitive to his feelings in this because whether he admits it or not, a fair amount of his self-esteem is wrapped up in his desirability and performance as a lover. Also, foreplay isn’t a one-way street. While there are some obvious visual triggers and “hot spots” that can get a man ready for sex quickly, paying attention to a man’s whole body will still feel very good for him, and will slow down the arousal process a bit and help prevent that hair-trigger phenomenon that everybody hates. And if you would like to get extended and more diverse attention paid to your body, giving it to him first is a good non-verbal way of trying to express your desires and teach him to fulfill them. Plus, contrary to conventional wisdom, slowing down the male arousal phase actually leads to longer and more intense ejaculations and even the all-too-rare phenomenon of the multiply orgasmic man. Sex Myths Unmasked: Penis Size Myth: Secretly, women all really want an enormously endowed man and only pretend not to so as not to hurt men’s feelings. Men, how many times have you heard women say that it doesn’t matter--and how many of other times have you heard comedians make jokes about what a lie this is? Which do you believe, or do you not know what to think anymore? Women, surely you’ve noticed that men seem to worry a great deal about the size of their cocks, right? In all likelihood, you’ve even measured at least one hard-on for a partner who was “just curious.” Ever wonder what causes that anxiety? Well, no wonder they’re confused and even scared about how their equipment “measures up”--with all the mixed messages out there, it’s a wonder men aren’t more obsessed with the size question. It’s tough enough to get naked in front of another person and open onesself to body judgement, let alone taking that risk when you can’t even tell what’s attractive to the opposite sex, much less whether or not you fit the bill. Reality: Penis size doesn’t (really) matter. The truth is that there’s no simple, always true for all women, standard answer as to what’s the best size, for a variety of reasons. Pussies are differently sized, for one thing, and are thus optimally stimulated by different sizes and shapes of cock. Also, there’s a great deal of truth to the old adage that “it’s not the size of the wave, but the motion of the ocean.” While among ourselves, most women will admit that penis size does have some impact on sexual satisfaction, there’s a lot of wrong ideas (especially among men) about what that really means. For one thing, while most men seem to focus their size-anxieties on it, most women don’t really care about length--the average vagina is only 4-5 inches deep, and the average erection is slightly over five inches, so that all works out just fine the majority of the time. Circumference, on the other hand, can seriously affect the experience of intercourse. Women, by and large, enjoy the sensation of fullness that can only come from girth--it’s the flip side to men’s enjoyment of a tight, clenching pussy. And, even if a man has limited endowment--in both length and girth--he can be a skilled and fully satisfying sexual partner for most women. A smaller than average erection doesn’t equate to a bad lover because attentive foreplay and technical proficiency go a long way; rather than sweat the issue or do silly things like buy products which claim to increase size, you’d be better off accepting your body and learning to make optimal use of the equipment you were dealt by the hand of Fate. In fact, regardless of penis size, every man has the potential to be a good lover--and the best way to start is by taking the focus off of genital measurements and redirecting it toward a much broader idea of eroticism and sex appeal. Learning to use the whole body and mind during the sexual experience, rather than relying upon erection size as the barometer of sexual prowess, makes for a much better lover. Corollary myth: a big cock makes for a good lover. First, I’m not denying that some women really are size queens--they truly do prefer, or even insist upon, sexual partners with larger (sometimes significantly so) than average organs. Let’s address the size-focused minority first and get it out of the way: there are three principle groups of female size queens and size-fantasists. Some see it as exotic, often associating cock size with race or some other way in which the ideal partner is different from the woman--much the same way a man might eroticize Asian women based on stereotypical images of the submissive “Lotus Flower” or the sexually voracious bitch-goddess known as the “Dragon Lady.” For this group of women, penis size is often occupying the place of the real turn-on because the implications of the fantasy are uncomfortable; for example, given U.S. cultural history, what does it mean for a white woman to fantasize about being fucked senseless by a big, well muscled and hugely endowed black man? And who wants to think about history, racist stereotypes, and cultural role reversal taboos when they’re trying to get off anyway? Other women actually like a plus-sized erection because it’s tougher to have satisfying sex with than average-sized equipment--think of it as a scaled-down version of the attraction to Mt. Everest. Corollary reality: a larger than average penis can actually make sex much more difficult, frustrating, and even painful. And some women actually sexually desire oversized phalluses because the sexual experience might be difficult due to size. Particularly for women who consider themselves skilled and experienced in bed, taking pride in this image of themselves, encountering a particularly daunting erection is a challenge to their self-image that cannot go unanswered, and having “been there and done that” will add another notch to their accumulation of diverse sexual experiences. Also, sexual masochism is more prevalent among women than men, which means that some women actually desire to be penetrated by uncomfortably or even painfully large phalluses--while heterosexual men are the least likely to understand this, because they’re statistically the least likely to find pleasure in masochism. Even if a particular woman really and truly only wants to have sex with jumbo-sized members, a big erection doesn’t automatically equate to a good sexual experience. Much like the prettiest girl in high school tended to get away with being a bitch to everyone else, well-endowed men often seem to consider the size of their package a license for laziness in bed, treating it as the reincarnation of cavemen’s clubs...as though women will simply fall at their feet in a swoon of sexual frenzy from the mere sight of the thing. Having a big one means a whole lot more to men than it does to most women, and it does absolutely nothing to make a man better in bed--in fact, a man with a truly large penis who lacks skill is often actively worse than an average sized man of the same skill because a large erection is difficult to manipulate, a challenge to perform oral sex on, and hurts to fuck if it’s done badly.