September 28, 2009...10:16 pm

Group Sex Newbies

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Since returning  from Dark Odyssey, strange and fantastic things seem to have been happening in my life. One such thing occurred this past Sunday: I was nursing a hangover, and was due to head out for a date, when I received a text message from a friend who happens to live a few blocks away. We’ll call him Caesar.

“Want to watch us have sex? We can be there in 15 mins.”

Caesar, you see, had never had sex in front of other people, and he wanted to try it. His girlfriend—well, I will call her his girlfriend, though they only met a week ago—was similarly inclined. Sophie had heard through Caesar about the orgies that I periodically attend, and evidently trusted me enough to be willing to come over to my apartment and have sex in front of me.

At camp, I had been to an excellent class by sex educators Reid Mihalko and Marcia Baczynski, entitled Negotiating Successful Threesomes. This wasn’t going to be a threesome per se, but there were three people in the room and sex was going to happen—how to get things started?  During the class, Reid offered a valuable tip: One person should simply take the initiative and say, “I have an idea,” then tell the others to start doing something. On Sunday I discovered that this tip works very well.

“I have an idea!” I said. “Caesar, why don’t you take your shirt off?”

And that was pretty much all it took. I guess it helped that they were both ragingly horny and, apparently, exhibitionists (my favorite people). Of course, I made them feel as welcome as possible: I dimmed the lights, fixed them drinks, and sat at the other end of the room to give them some space. Within a few minutes, Caesar’s clothes were off and he had Sophie spread-eagled naked on my couch.

What a pair of sluts!

He entered her nice and gently, and then began thrusting. As he pounded her I couldn’t help but notice that his dick was enormous—or at least, larger than average. It’s always interesting to see a friend’s cock for the first time, especially when it’s someone you’ve known in a non-kinky context.

Pretty soon Sophie was on all fours, on a futon I had brought out for the occasion. Caesar was tugging on her hair and fucking her from behind.

“You guys look spectacular,” I said. And they did: They’re a hot couple. I asked Sophie if she would like me to hold her hand while she was getting fucked.

“Mmm, yeah!” she said. I lay down beside her and gently squeezed her palm.

As his balls slapped against her ass cheeks, she moaned, and she groaned.

“Are you normally very loud, Sophie?” I enquired.

“Mmm, yeah!” she replied. “I’m loud.”

“She’s really fucking loud,” added Caesar.

“You’re being loud right now, Sophie. That’s a very good thing.”

“Mmm, yeah!” she cried, and as she did so she stared intently into my face, biting her bottom lip. She squeezed me tightly by the hand. Caesar was ramming his enormous cock into her, occasionally slapping her ass, occasionally pulling her hair.

“Sophie, do you like that I’m watching you get fucked right now?

“Mmm, yeah!”

“I can see the bruise he made on your ass yesterday,” I said. Caesar had told me earlier that he had folded his belt in half and whacked it across her poor little butt. She had enjoyed it, though.

“Mmm, yeah!” she exclaimed. “He’s such a jerk.”

She wasn’t able to construct long sentences, because she was getting fucked.

After a short while, we took a break. Then Caesar fucked her some more while I pottered about in the kitchen making coffee, pouring wine, preparing snacks. When they were done fucking, we all sat around and chatted, sipping coffee and talking about what just happened.

“It feels kind of liberating to fuck like that,” said Sophie. “And it feels great to be sitting here topless on your couch, just hanging out. Why don’t people do this more often?”

“They should,” I said. We got to talking about orgies and group sex—something they had never done. “What is it that you like about orgies?” enquired Sophie.

“Well, besides being incredibly hot, I think it’s a way to commune with others.  I think you can feel closer to your friends if you are comfortable fucking in front of them. Just like when you’ve had sex with someone in your life, you feel closer to them, right? Even if the sex happened years ago. Sex creates a bond that stays with people.”

She looked at me thoughtfully.

“Do you feel closer to us now?” she asked, finally. “I mean, after watching us fucking?”

I thought about it for a moment. “Well, yes,” I said. “I guess I do.”

“I do too,” said Sophie. “And I feel closer to Caesar.” She stroked his arm.

“Yeah dude,” added Caesar. He turned to Sophie: “I feel closer to you now. And yeah, since I had sex in front of Byron, I guess I feel closer to him too!”

So all in all, Sunday was a successful evening, if ever there was one!

11 Comments

  • Very hot! Glad to see new writing from you.

  • Thanks my dear. It’s nice to be back in business!

  • I have an idea-getting practice with new skills is always a good idea! Get them flexing for future threesomes….

    The way you spoke with Sophie is much how I’d talk to a toddler. Shall I unpack that or leave it be?

  • I can assure you I wasn’t speaking to her like a toddler. That’s some kinky shit you’ve got there, smalls! (smile)

  • No, no…the observing what was going on, without giving yourself away as one way or the other. Like pointing out that she was being loud. I could say the exact same sentence, just about the kid yelling and jumping off furniture or something.

  • Ah, I see. I’m glad for the clarification!

  • DO classes are so helpful, aren’t they? Go, Reid!

  • You guys are better proof of Darwinism than the fruit fly.

  • That is a great story! I think I’d enjoy dong something like that, either as the exhibitionist or the voyeur, but I think I’ve conditioned myself to think group activity == threesome/orgy. Thanks for sharing!

  • Really? Good to know! I have a feeling that’ll happen, in some way, shape, or form…

  • I love being talked to “like a toddler” when I’m having sex. It’s simple, so I can process it. And it’s observational (“You’re being loud”) so it helps me be present in the moment. Which is sexy, because, presumably, it’s a hot moment.

    I envy that feeling of having friends w/o the usual physical boundaries. The closest I’ve come is in a dorm, when my roommate thought I was asleep, or didn’t care. It always left me feeling happy.


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