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A Quantity of Quality

By: jthserra



Slipping my semi-hard cock into, who is it now? Ah, Andrea, yes Andrea, my mind wandered back to a conversation I overheard at the bar. I had swallowed my last drink and was about to head for the door into the private party area when my attention turned to the two gentlemen to my right. Though younger than me, both were obviously experienced in the art of the scene, at least that was my impression based upon their appearance and demeanor.

"When are you finally going to realize that quality is more important than quantity?"

"Oh, that's a load of horseshit, otherwise you wouldn't be here. I mean hell, go through those doors and there it is, dozens of rooms, all different and yet all the same. I mean we got our anal room, out BDSM room, a fetish room and even a how to room, each one uniquely different and each one depressingly the same."

"But don't you see, you pick any individual room and if you concentrate on quality..."

"You'll simply lose yourself in the shuffle and in now time you'll be poking your cock into any hole that's empty."

"You don't understand: I prefer to find my niche and stick to it. I find if I do that, my partners appreciate me more."

"So you're saying the assmen should stick to the anal room and those kinky fetish guys should remain in their room."

"Precisely, you stick to what you can do well."

"But why not try to expand your horizons? I mean these rooms are full different people, all with a wide variety of techniques and experience. Why not branch out, develop some technique in each area? I mean, regardless of how good or bad you are, there will be others that are better and worse than you. I mean hell, 95% of the people here have no idea what good is, they are like... well, it's too short, too long, not enough of this, and oh my god, it's different, how dare you do something different. Take my advice, try something new."

"No, I think I will stick to my own place."

"You know, you are one anal retentive asshole aren't you?"

"Well, I wouldn't put it exactly like that..."

I'd had enough by then, so I opened the door marked "Private Parties," showed my invitation to the woman at the door and walked down the long, dimly lit corridor. I walked past the anal and BDSM rooms, took a quick peek into the celebrity room, but found only a few look-a-likes and wannabes, and then headed for the room marked "Group."

I quickly removed and folded my clothes, placing them neatly on a shelf in a nearby cupboard. My cock still hung limply between my legs, so I looked around the room, hoping for some inspiration. The room was a mass of writhing, contorting male and female bodies, with arms, legs, heads, cocks and pussies flailing away at each other in a rolling, moaning ocean of ecstasy.

In the corner I spotted a group that seemed particularly interesting. A beautiful black woman straddled a small white man, moving clumsily up and down on his average sized cock while a Hispanic man crouched behind her, shoving his proportionally correct (for his age and race) cock between her jiggling cheeks, all the while she wrapped her lips around an Asian man's monster cock. I could have been a thing of beauty, except the timing was all wrong, when one guy thrust, another withdrew and just as the woman seemed about to cum, one of the guys would slip out or come, or simply give up.

It was a chaotic mess when finally all three guys had come and the woman was left dangling on the edge. I watched as she got up in disgust, wiped herself off and then walked out into the corridor. She quickly walked down to the door marked "Lesbian" and stepped inside. "Who could blame her," I thought to myself as I began wandering through the room.

I spotted a woman busy sucking off an odd looking man. The woman was fairly attractive, with long black hair that cascaded down over her, small, but firm breasts. A dark, curly patch of hair formed a perfect V just above her dainty pair of lips. The man was short and overweight. His head bobbed strangely as he moved his hips back and forth.

The woman was very enthusiastic, as she moved over his cock and I wondered what made her so enthusiastic about this, fat, ugly fellow. Almost on cue, she withdrew his cock from her mouth to take a few free breaths and I saw what inspired her. The man's cock, though not overly large, had to be the most perfectly formed cock ever. I stared at its glistening length and thought, if Michelangelo's David had a hard-on, it would look like this. The woman certainly agreed as she once again, took its slightly curving shaft in her hand and slipped her lips over the purple head.

Feeling a slight tingling in my awakening cock, I kneeled down, whispered a quick introduction to the woman, "Hi, I'm Jim," and settled in between her legs. I slipped my tongue into her cunt and was rewarded with the slightly tangy flavor of her wet folds. The intensity of the taste, brought my cock to about half mast, so I moved up to her clit, slipping a finger into her wanton pussy.

I lapped my tongue up her slit, sliding it firmly over her clit again and again, as she began bucking her hips in unison with my movement. From deep in her mouth, I heard the sound of her groan somehow slide past David's cock, just as he came. The groan seemed to gurgle, and I wondered if she were going to drown, when she arched her back and pressed her wet lips against my face.

She released that perfect cock from her mouth and gasped her air, humping her pussy against me the whole time. I looked over at the perfect cock as it went limp, oozing a pearl of cum from its tip. Even as it reclined it had a stunning magnificence about it.

I moved on, a bit embarrassed to show my flagging cock next to that fat, ugly, perfect cocked fuck. Spotting Andrea near the back of the room, I waved to her and headed her way, stoking my limp dick as I went. I was about 75% erect when Andrea saw me. She immediately climbed off the guy she was straddling and nimbly climbed over to me.

"Jim, hi, I'm glad you could make it."

"If I knew you were going to be here, I'd have gotten here earlier."

"Oh, I was just getting started," she replied, sitting on the floor and leaning back over a couple who appeared to be resting. "Come on now."

I kneeled and with her help, I slipped my nearly hard cock into her wet opening. Even though I was still a bit soft, she was so wet that I slid in effortlessly. I began moving inside her, carefully withdrawing to prevent my less than perfectly erect cock from falling out of her, when suddenly I noticed the woman across from me.

I continued fucking Andrea, as I watched this beautiful woman straddle some lucky fucker. Another man moved his cock into her mouth as I concentrated on her lips, wonder what it would be like to look at them when she talked, or watch her take a sip of lemonade.

My eyes wandered down her body to her full breasts. They bounced and jiggled a bit with the motion of her body, but I lost myself in the fantasy of seeing the perfect curve of those two breasts pressing against a pick chiffon blouse, wondering how they would move as she waved hello, or stepped onto a bus. A pink frilled bra would be nice too, restraining them, letting only the hint of her nipple poke into the soft fabric.

Her hips pistoned onto the guy below her and I imagined a mid-length skirt, one with a split in the middle that exposed a hint of thigh as she walked, or sat. I imagined her crossing her legs, seeing the hint of thigh through her sheer hose.

Thrusting into Andrea, I noticed that my cock was now rock hard and Andrea was responding to my vigorous movement. I returned to the woman, her feet, so small, god, how they'd look in a pair of sleek shoes, the heels no too high. Picturing her walking in those shoes, her skirt, opening slightly with each step, her breasts, tautly suspended in chiffon, bouncing slightly, I came with an intensity I had never experienced before.

Andrea noticed it too, saying, "Wow Jim, I guess I was stroking you right."

"Huh, oh yeah Andrea, it was something."

"Jim, Jim, I'm down here Jim," she said, wiggling out from under me. "You really spaced out on me didn't you?"

"Yeah, I really did Andrea."

"Well, I figure you are used up for at least a while, I'm gonna mingle some."

"Sure Andrea, go ahead," I said, watching the woman. I moved over to a chair, where I could watch her without interruption. For the next few hours, I dressed this woman in my mind, first in jean and a tee shirt, then in an elegant evening gown. I was simply mesmerized by her unable to move until I saw her move toward the cupboard where the clothes were stored.

I walked over and said, "Hi."

She looked up and me and smiled, "Hi, I am Lise."

"I'm Jim," I answered, holding out my hand, "some orgy."

"Oh yes, it was quite fun, so many bodies," she replied with a big grin.

"Yeah, but I wonder. I heard someone say that, 'It's not the quantity that's important, it's..."

"...the quality. Yeah, yeah, what a crock of horseshit," she said, slipping on her bra.

I felt my cock rise to attention, as she fastened her bra and pulled on her panties. I whispered, "It was nice meeting you," and shyly slipped back among a group of bodies. Reaching for my cock, I began stroking myself as I watched her dress.