2 comments/ 6525 views/ 3 favorites Two Orgies Pt. 01 By: JonRogue Not everyone has an opportunity to go to an orgy. Much less two...many years apart. The Second One The second orgy I ever went to happened while I was separated. We'd had quite a falling out and although we would reconcile, at the time I assumed we would soon be divorced. Before the separation, our sex life had not been good. With two young kids, perhaps three years of almost no sex is understandable. That wasn't what led to us breaking up but it certainly didn't help. Regardless, I was an extremely horny 32-year old man and I was now off my leash. As you might imagine, I had a number of lovers over a fairly short period of time, including a woman at work I will call T. T would come to my office after hours so I could fuck her shaved pussy while pulling her hair until I pulled out and unloaded in her mouth, holding her head with my hands and forcing her to swallow every drop. It was because of T that I went to the orgy. T and I went to a clothing optional sauna in a city an hour away from the office. Naked, we lounged on the sun deck, talking with others after we'd had sex 10 minutes earlier in the private hot tub. I went inside to one of the saunas until I couldn't take it any more, hopped into the cold pool and then back up to where T now laid back quietly on her own. Although sex in the public areas is forbidden there, I took a quick nibble on her nipple as she smiled. She held up a business card. "Doing anything Saturday?" A married couple T met had invited her to an orgy/swing party they were having that weekend. With T's sexy slim body, shaved pussy and auburn hair, I was not surprised they would invite her. When T asked if she could bring someone along, they said she could bring anyone she wanted. She picked me. That Saturday, I picked up T and we drove to a house in a quiet little suburb that reminded me of every quiet little suburban house I lived in growing up. There were quite a few cars but nothing too obvious. We'd been told to park a little ways away to keep the neighbors from prying. Walking up to the house, you would never have known there was an orgy scheduled that night. That changed the minute the door opened and our blonde hostess opened the door wearing nothing but a collar and a smile. She showed us a large closet for our coats, and clothes if we wanted. Neither of us being shy, we quickly got naked and joined the party. While this was my second orgy, the first of which I will tell you in a bit, my previous orgy had not been catered. This one had food and drink and even a bartender, a swinger friend of our hosts, who wore a bow-tie around his very impressive cock, as I recall. We got our drinks and began to wander about the large house. In every room something fun was going on. Each was labeled with a sign with some sort of theme. I don't recall them all but I do remember there was a room with ropes and a swing and one room where everything was completely white, almost virginal or even heavenly. Every room had mattresses on the floor and people were laying on most of them. Entering one room that seemed a little less busy than the others, T and I started watching a couple fucking doggy style on one of the mattresses. I stood behind T and caressed her breasts as she reached down and stroked my hardening cock. The woman getting fucked smiled at T and waved her over, obviously wanting to lick her pussy. T was only too happy to oblige and spread her legs eagerly as I watched. Etiquette was very clear about joining only when invited so I lazily stroked my cock while enjoying the view. T would get quite verbal and was soon begging the "little slut to lick that fucking cunt" as she built up to what would no doubt be an amazing orgasm. Seeing that T would be involved for a while, I decided to wander about on my own. Each room held its own fun bit of debauchery but everyone seemed a bit involved. I felt a little like the odd man out as I wandered around. As I passed one room, an older guy, maybe 50, waved me in. Curious, I walked in, joining him and a group of 5 other guys, all nude as myself. The guy looked at my wrist and said, "No bracelet, huh?" I was a bit confused and asked what he meant. "Oh, you must be new," he said. "If you don't bring a clean bill of health, you can't get a bracelet. No bracelet, means no entry except with a condom." He showed me his own bracelet as proof. Now my lack of invitations to play made a bit more sense. I explained how we'd only been invited the week before and were pretty new to the whole thing. "No problem, man. Everyone can still have fun. Every room has a bowl of condoms or in some cases, you won't need one. Like now." He smiled and gestured at a curvy black woman sitting on a mattress in the middle of the room. As a group we walked over to her as she licked her lips. "Gentlemen," the older man said, "meet my wife. Prettiest little brown thing you will ever see. She doesn't always want to play but what she loves to do is show off and watch you appreciate it." Smiling, the beautiful woman leaned back and began sliding her fingers over her smooth pussy. My new friend began stroking his cock and the rest of us soon joined in. "She just loves watching men stroke their cocks for her," he said. We were only too happy to oblige. The sheer kinkiness of all of us standing and stroking circled around this busty dark beauty was enough to get my cock hard and watching her finger her slit made me throb. Next she brought out a toy and began sliding it into her pussy. She put a second in her ass while she rubbed her clit, starting to cum. Her moans triggered a guy on my left and he announced he was going to cum. She waved us forward, clearly wanting us to cum on her dark skin. One of the guys began to cum, shooting an impressive amount on her legs. Another moaned as he started to cum on her tits. A third shot another load on her breasts as a fourth aimed for her hand busily rubbing her pussy. Backing away after they shot their loads, it was now down to three of us. The older man walked up and his wife began sucking his cock in front of us. This triggered the other guy and he came on her feet where he'd been kneeling. Being the last one left, I kept stroking as she sucked her husband. She winked at me and motioned me over, taking my pale cock in her dark hand. She moaned softly as her husband shot his load in her mouth, swallowing every drop. He backed away as she continued to stroke me. Looking up, she whispered, "You got good stamina, baby. Give Chelle a nice load right here," and she began rubbing my cock on her face. This was too much for me and I quickly began shooting cum all over her beautiful face as she closed her eyes and smiled. My knees nearly collapsed as she let go of my cock and I backed away. Her husband handed me a towel and then began toweling off his wife as she continued to slowly rub her clit, lying back with a contented smile. Needing a drink, I made my way to the bar. Now understanding the rules about the bracelets, I was glad to see one on the guy T was fucking. Since she didn't have a bracelet, he still wore a condom but I was glad she was being safe nonetheless. After they both came, I laid down next to her as she was recovering. Her eyes lit up when she saw me! "Jon! Oh my god, fuck me! No one will fuck me without a fucking condom on! I can't fucking take it!" I was happy to oblige, fucking my sexy friend until she begged me to pull out and cum in her mouth, holding her head tight against me, gagging her the way she loved. I leaned down and kissed her, tasting myself on her lips. She whispered, "Let's go baby. This was fun but I am ready to leave." We got our clothes and thanked our hostess, who appeared to have dried cum over most of her body. Laughing and giggling, T and I made our way back to my car. I drove her home so she could take care of her son in the morning and then drove back to my apartment, glad I had nothing to do the next day. Not long after that, T met someone she really liked and although we still fooled around now and again, she had a permanent partner for any group events. My only regret was that I had gotten my clean bill of health but now I'd never get a bracelet! Two Orgies Pt. 02 The First One The first orgy I went to was very different from the second one. At the second one there was drinking, but that was all. At my first, there was pot, cocaine, pills, booze, and lord knows what else I never saw. At the second one, I was already an experienced lover with a variety of experiences by the time I was 32. At my first one, I was 18. I wasn't a virgin, having lost that 'cherry' to a girl who taught me how to lick pussy before she'd let me fuck her. (I sometimes feel every woman I've been with since sort of owed her a thank you card for getting my priorities straight.) However, I had only been with two other girls since then. I was horny as the day was long, masturbating a couple times a day, trying to get into every girl's pants I could and even jacking off with a buddy a time or two. But that Saturday was unique. I wasn't invited to this orgy. In fact, no one expected me to be there at all. I wasn't supposed to stay the weekend at my dad's until the next week so I'm sure he felt he was safe having a weekend orgy.. Yes, this orgy was at my dad's house. My dad was a swinger, married to a sexy little redheaded wife who loved sex and drugs as much as he did. I'm fortunate to have inherited the love of sex but not drugs. That's an addiction I don't need. For the most part, they were able to keep things under control but I often wondered what happened while I wasn't there. It's not like they were 'normal' parents at any time. They took me to my first nude beach. It was commonplace for my stepmother to be naked around the house. I fell asleep to the steady thump thump of their lovemaking on more than one occasion. But it was purely a hands off, visual experience, excepting my own hand on my own cock every night. Until that day. I drove up and realized there was a party going on. My first thought was to turn around and go home. I knew there would be a lot of pot and drugs and I just didn't want to deal with that. But I desperately had to pee. I figured I would go in, mingle if I had to, say sorry to Dad for coming early, pee, and then go home. No problem. The problem was the naked people. No one noticed me opening the door so I slipped in quickly and went right to the hall bathroom. After relieving a very full bladder, I stepped out, intending to find my dad. I stopped dead still as I poked my head into the living room and saw a woman I didn't know sucking the cock of a man I'd never met. Behind them bodies were moving together in all sorts of arrangements. Cocks in pussies, women licking women, men sucking men, ass fucking, there was no limit to the combinations I saw as I quickly scanned the room. I had no idea what to do. Out on the patio, I could see my dad talking to someone as an Asian woman was sucking his cock like she had all the time in the world. I knew there was no way I could tell him I was there so I figured I had better just go home. But my feet wouldn't move. I was face to face with an honest to god orgy. My mind was, in a word, blown. I couldn't look away. Fortunately, no one was paying any attention to me as I peered quietly around the wall. It wasn't until I heard the giggling behind me that I realized I wasn't alone. I turned around and there was my pretty little stepmother, naked and obviously stoned out of her mind. She was holding hands with a friend of the family, Barbara. She was also naked, high and staring directly at my crotch. The two women giggled at each other and my stepmother whispered, "You aren't supposed to be here honey! Your dad said you were coming next week!" This struck them both as hilarious and they held on to each other as they laughed. Barbara looked at me and tried to become serious. "You're a bad boy. Being here! What are you being here?!" I didn't know what to say to her mixed up question, which didn't matter as they were both laughing again. They each grabbed one of my hands and pulled me back to the bedroom I used when I was there. "Okay, so you can't be here. You're not even here, okay? You have to go back and then go home before coming here, okay?" My stepmother wasn't making much sense but I wasn't really listening because Barbara was slowly rubbing my cock through my jeans. "Jesus fucking Christ Babs what the fuck?!" my stepmother whispered. "I'm fucking horny! And look so is he! So shush and let me send him home happy!" Barbara said as she knelt down, unbuttoned my jeans and took out my very hard cock. She gave it a squeeze, which is, I think, what kept me from cumming immediately. "See! Lookit!" she proudly whispered, like she'd found the answer to a question. Then I felt the heat of her mouth as she wrapped her lips around my hard shaft. "Shit Babs!! You can't do that!! Holy shit holy shit oh fuck!" my stepmother complained but she didn't move, watching the whole time as Barbara expertly sucked me, squeezing my cock again and again to keep me from shooting. I didn't dare move. I just let what was happening unfold around me like I was in a movie, almost watching above myself as it happened. I saw my stepmother sit down on my bed and start to play with her pussy as she kept telling Barbara to stop. Barbara just kept playing with my cock, toying with it, bringing me closer and closer to the edge until finally I couldn't take it. It seemed like forever but it couldn't have taken more than a couple minutes before I was shooting my load in Barbara's mouth. She sucked and licked until I was clean and then quietly tucked my cock back in my pants. She zipped me up and then patted my bulge with a satisfied, pleased look on her face. Looking up at me she said, "Now go home. Don't tell nobody. Go on. Shoo!!" Stunned, I wobbled out of the room, looking back only long enough to see Barbara crawl between my stepmother's legs before I stumbled towards the door. As far as I know, no one saw me leave and in two minutes I was a block away, trying to convince myself that it happened and that it didn't happen at the same time. When I got home, my mom asked why I was back and I just said that Dad had a thing and I was going to go the next weekend instead. As stoned as my stepmother and Barbara were, I was never sure how much they remembered that day and now both are no longer with us to ask. I will say that my stepmother and I seemed to get along a lot better after that and Barbara always seemed to hug me a little longer than before. I wish now that I'd had the guts to find out what they remembered from that day. I know I will never forget it.