Nervous anticipation. Will the night go well? I’m excited, you’re excited, we’re all excited.
Everyone is here and wants to play, but people are slow to get the ball rolling.
No one makes the first move. Understandable of course. But this is an orgy, people!!!!
Someone has to take the lead, or all the horniness in this room will go to waste! House guest is too demure tonight to step up to the plate, so it’s down to Robert to get the party ‘swinging’. There is no better way to do this than to strip off and ‘nosh’ our lady host in the middle of the living room. Not one to let a good pussy go to waste, houseguest quickly joins me in my noshing. ‘Ice broken’, the party finally gets started. A bit of fun here, a lot of sex there… All wholesome and character building stuff, in a very hedonistic kind of way.
But a couple of things did strike me. We really do live in an age of body adornment. I’d say half the guys were dotted with tattoos, and nearly all the girls. The star of the party was, off course, Mr B, a fab guy. Really funny, friendly, down to earth; oh, and he has a ten-inch cock with an elephant trunk tattoo’d down it!
Mr B is the life and soul of any ‘party’, and there is always a disorderly queue for his attention. Ordinarily, you may think this would make the other men a tad jealous. But thankfully, Mr B is an equal opportunity fucker and spreads the love. Thank you, Mr B.
What enlightened times we live in.
The other thing that struck me last night was the sheer veracity of some people’s sexual appetites. I do believe our lady host was fucked by just about every man at the party, and maybe every girl too. Can you ever have too much of a good thing? If you have great sex every day, do you get bored? Does it lose it’s magic? I pondered this, as Mr B acquainted himself with house guest, and then it dawned on me as she orgasmed from a very enviable ass-fuck…
Robert, you dumb ass. You can never have enough hot sex!