Two playful lezzies toying each other

Honey Bea s Orgy

I have three passions in life: making food music and love. There is no implicit prioritization to that list and sometimes the three take turns rotating in primacy in my life. The only common theme I can identify for all three is that they involve an improvisational element. One has to take in the ingredients what s in the air the time of day the mood and synthesize it into something coherent. Of course can take the sad attitude that all three can be scripted: recipes sheet music and instruction manuals but for me the improvisational element is critical. It s life.

My good friend Beatrice who goes by the nickname Honey Bea decided to hold an orgy at her apartment. Bea has what I would call an amazing sense of hostessing if that is a word and set this party up way in advance. Although I don t like to be labeled by the moniker gourmet I love to cook and Bea invited me to provide for the guests.

Well in advance of the party Bea setup a web site for the invited guests to the orgy who she had carefully screened for compatibilities and with some eye toward diversity of tastes. On the web site the invitees could post their favorite fantasies. There were the typical fantasies one might expect. From the men came the two-women-on-one-men or better still the cunnilingus contest. This last one was where they line up five or six women and then give their oral talents a try. The women had some tied-up fantasies some feather boa type deals. Although I have to confess to some fantasies along the line that were listed by the other guests I felt obliged to be a non-conformist or somehow unique so I could stand out from the crowd of the eager males.

I recalled reading somewhere that Jelly Roll Morton got his start playing piano in a New Orleans whore-house. Evidently he got to look through a peep-hole at the executive suite in the brothel and improvised his music to the rhythm of the moment. Harry Truman our beloved president had confessed to a fantasy of being the piano player in a brother. Well I thought this was a capital idea and contributed to the fantasy list my own fantasy of being a musician in a whore-house.

Bea being the gracious hostess invited me to bring my instruments and try it out.

A word is in order about the guest list I suppose although I will introduce them to the reader in good time as part of the arrival ceremonies. There was a distinct but subtle religious slant to the list. Rajeev was a Hindu devotee of a well regarded guru. He had done much of the enlightenment work and was well versed in the Vedic scriptures. At some point however his guru regarded him as too austere in his background. Typically when one renounces desire the implication is that one had experienced desire yet Rajeev evidently had never had much of a worldly background and hence really had nothing to renounce. In a sense Rajeev was making a backward pilgrimage leaving enlightenment and entering the world of desire. This trip had been completely sanctioned by his guru.

Another interesting fellow is Sean a lapsed Roman Catholic Priest. Sean is about 50 and followed his religious desires into the clergy but like Rajeev found it unsatisfying. He spent the majority of his time in Manila in a few parishes. But since he couldn t take the celibacy he decided to renounce his vows and was clearly making up for lost time. When he returned to the U.S. he managed to use the internet to acquire a vast stable of women whom he regularly screwed with a clear abandon. In a way it s a shame to imagine his libido being bottled up for so long in Manila but life has its ironies.

Bea herself was fascinating. She was just getting out of an icky marriage and is a high powered executive. The end of her marriage somehow triggered her libido to the point where she must ve screwed half the males in the metropolitan Philadelphia area.

Bea had also invited Anita an accomplished violinist a swinging couple Dave and Betsy a student nurse Kimmy.

My name is Dan and coincidently there was also another Dan in the guest list. He said he had been in the CIA and had a distinct dark side that I couldn t comprehend. By the end of the party I d labeled him the Anti-Dan since his personality seemed to be in direct opposition to mine.

The day of the party arrived and I decided to make gourmet pizzas more or less to order. This was in accord with my improvisational concept. I had many different toppings to offer - prosciutto mushrooms leeks smoked salmon capers onions etc. I also brought many cheeses chevre fontina mozzarella and gruyere.

I must ve looked a sight as I went through the lobby of the apartment building. I was packing a banjo in a loose sack my guitar and a box full of pizza fixings. Somehow I managed to make it up to the 16th floor and rang the buzzer.

Bea opened the door and escorted me in. She was wearing a full length sari. Sean was also there helping out with the preparations. I had deliberately arrived a bit early so I could attend to some of the sous-chefing work. I roasted some pine-nuts sautГ©ed the mushrooms and rolled out two of the pizza dough balls into a pan.

Sean was wearing a full length Nehru style jacket and pants and tried to get all sorts of details correct such as a bowl full of Viagra for the men-folk to coax erections out of recalcitrant penises or rolling joints for the guests and so forth.

After some messing in the kitchen the first guest arrived. It was Kimmy the nurse in training. She was the youngest by far I m guessing roughly 21. She was wearing glitter on her eyebrows and seemed very shy and demure. Little did I know what would ensue as the party wore on. She conversed with Sean as I cooked and Bea helped me out with some sous-chef work or digging extra goodies out from her fridge.

Dave and Betsy the swinging couple showed up. Dave was in business attire. Betsy was a striking voluptuous redhead but was dressed in the manner of a quiet suburban housewife. She was a famous actress at one point but quit the profession to have children. Evidently they have two children at home and had made an evening out of this party. They were exploring their sexuality and this was part of the exploration. They d brought some nice wine a couple of bottle of Barbaresco which was definitely welcome.

Another knock another guest. This time it was Rajeev who like the nurse Kimmy also quite shy. He was about 30 years old wearing a button down shirt and jeans. The party had reached a sufficient critical mass that people were milling around with drinks. There was a decidedly nervous tinge to the conversation. This put me a bit more at ease since I was nervous myself not knowing what to expect and the knowledge that there were other people unfamiliar to an orgy was a bit reassuring to me.

Anita was right behind Rajeev. She was a married swinger who sometimes accompanied Sean to parties of this ilk. Sporting a loose earth mother dress she seemed a bit more relaxed than some of us neophytes and immediately joined in the conversation. She was about 45 and with long dangly earrings and a Mona Lisa smile.

Unbeknownst to me Honey Bea had set a small window of arrival times which explained the near parade of guests. Given that all but anti-Dan had arrived I decided it was time to start the first pizza. I asked around and decided on a porcini prosciutto chevre and mozzarella pizza as an opener. This went well with the Barbaresco.

Just after I d popped the first pizza into the oven the doorbell rang and the anti-Dan arrived. Since I was in the kitchen I could hear anti-Dan chatting with Honey Bea. Anti-Dan was negotiating his favorite fantasy which was to make love to a woman who had never seen him before and was blindfolded. This fantasy required that he negotiate ahead of time before being introduced to all the guests. Bea decided to be the intermediary.

She came into the living room where the guests mingled with nervous chatter and clapped her hands loudly. I have an announcement to make ladies and gentlemen. We have a guest here who has a fantasy of making love to a woman who has never seen him. Obviously if he enters the room now he won t have any chance of having his fantasy. Are there any women here who are interested in giving this a try? If so you ll have to put on a blindfold. He s waiting outside.

No one immediately took him up on the offer but there was some milling around and a bit of chatter. After some time Betsy the voluptuous redhead swinging housewife decided to give it a try. Bea tied a black bandanna around her head and she had her wine at her hand while anti-Dan entered the room.

My pizza was already cooking in the oven and I figured I had some time to kill so I swung out of the kitchen to catch the interaction between anti-Dan and Betsy. It was decidedly strange and a new experience for me as Betsy s husband was right there. Dave was ogling Kimmy who was voluptuous in her own right but about half his age. I guess this cut both ways for Betsy and Dave. Anti-Dan was kissing her neck and nuzzling up against her from behind rubbing her but a bit. Personally I thought this was a bit forward but this was an orgy and I wasn t precisely up on the etiquette. Neither could I picture how this polite cocktail party crowd would degenerate into a mass of writhing bodies on the floor. After about five minutes of being groped by anti-Dan Betsy decided to call it quits and abandoned the blindfold. Much to her and everyone else s relief I brought out the first pizza at this point and people started to chomp on it.

Being a vegetarian Rajeev requested a pizza with no meat on it so I started in on a fontina leek pine nut and pesto pizza for him which I quickly popped into the oven. A further request came in for a smoked salmon and caper pizza which I quickly whipped into the oven to accompany the pesto-pine nut pizza.

When these were ready I brought them out and people contentedly munched at them. Someone lit one of the herbal jazz cigarettes and passed it around. I partook of this a bit myself and had some of the red wine. The raw edge of my nervousness passed somewhat. The pizza and wine seemed to have the effect of calming people down but there was also a general suffusion of energy that seemed to signal the transition point into the orgy phase of the party.

Betsy sauntered over to me and took looked me in the face with a doe-eyed look and much to my surprise gave me one of the most passionate kisses I d ever had. This surprised me no end as I was a bit surprised that I would be the first one on the menu and also given her rejection of anti-Dan I didn t quite see how she d be the one to get the party started. Her kissing continued for quite a while. Anti-Dan swung by and started to grab at her butt but she kind of shooed him away. People gazed at this for a bit and I have to admit to being more than just a little self conscious. She gave me a big hug and I could feel her breasts press against me. Her perfume was rather intoxicating and I kissed the nape of her neck in several places ending up on her ear. She pulled back and started to kiss me again with a fair amount of tongue. I could spy out of the corner of my eye that the other guests were still kind of milling around unsure how to proceed.

Much to my astonishment she dropped to her knees undid my belt buckle unzipped my genes and pulled them down to my ankles. My dick was slightly swollen but still hanging down kind of like an inverted J shape. She placed one hand on the back of each thigh and twisted around her neck a bit to take in my head. She softly sucked me and I rapidly stiffened to the point where I was sticking straight out. Without removing her hands from the back for my thighs she worked her mouth back and forth sometimes removing her mouth altogether leaving me to bounce in the breeze a bit as she ran her tongue up and down the shaft taking in one of my testicles and then returning to suck on the length of me. Since I was standing I had a full view of the other guests who had finally started to disrobe and kiss and fondle each other. This was a bit of a relief as I didn t have much desire to be the main attraction being the anxious sort.

After working on me for quite some time she stood up and gave me another long kiss. I m uncircumcised and hence there is a residue of my own taste that I could pick up on her mouth - a bit like alkali salmon. She pulled back and said in a breathy voice OK now it s my turn. I expect you know what you re doing since you cook so marvelously.

How could a refuse a request like that? I have to confess that despite what seems like total and complete self advertisement in the above discussion I can feel modest at times. Nonetheless I was more than happy to comply. I gently unbuttoned her silk blouse exposing a black lace brassiere holding her rather large and curvaceous breasts. Redheads have a certain skin complexion that I can t really put into words but there s a kind of white clarity to their skin that s very appealing. The contrast of her skin with the black of her bra was really something to me. I removed her bra and saw ample breasts that had evidently nursed a couple of children. I gently cupped them and ran my tongue around her aureole until the skin scrunched up and the nipples were semi-erect. I gently drew my teeth along them causing them to perk up even more.

I guess what amazed me the most about this experience was the fact that she d suckled three children from these breasts and here I was sucking them in public. Somehow the disjunction of the two cultures of feminism and maternity was quite overwhelming. But I knew I couldn t stop there. I unzipped her trousers unhooked them and slowly pulled them down revealing black lace panties matching her brassiere. I don t know if she had intended the first participant to notice this but I have to attest to the fact here and now that I indeed noticed that she had dressed her underwear to match for an orgy. I pulled down her panties and asked her to lie down on the floor. I pulled off all of my remaining clothes and started to return her favors.

To reveal her taste to the voyeuristic reader and at the distinct possibility that Betsy might decide to banish me forever from her life I will say this: she tasted like a sublime combination of watermelon pineapple and sautГ©ed mushrooms: sweet yet funky. I don t have any better description than that. Suffice it to say that she was ripe. Her red pubic hairs caught the wonderful aroma of her excretions and I found it wildly intoxicating. My tongue ran all over her pubic arch. My mouth paused to gently grasp her wonderful red hairs in my slightly pursed lips. I ran my tongue up and down her labia minora over her clit hood and back again - juices seemed to run feely. I wasn t necessarily feeling immodest by this display but it all seemed very natural as a result of my ministrations to her nether regions.

I poked two fingers into her pussy and worked them back unto her g-spot and gently probed that as I tongued her clit ever so gently and then with increasing vigor. I had no sense of vision only of the feel of her body against my arms on my tongue and the olfactory delight of her taste and smell. She shook from side to side whilst I held her down with a firm hand.

This went on for a while until I felt her vaginal muscles contract in a slightly arrhythmic fashion that seemed (for me anyway) to indicate a true orgasm. She slowed down the pace of her rippling hips and drew me away from her pussy for a long sweet kiss. She whispered into my ear please fuck me. fuck me hard she said. I darted over to the pool table where there was a small wicker basket filled with condoms. Although I am not the most coordinated individual I managed to roll a rubber onto my outstretched penis. I returned to Betsy and relocated her fuck-hole. I pushed my sheathed cock around on her lips and clit and she waved her hand down as if to motion for me to put it inside so and pushed myself into her slowly and began to rock back and forth.

Only at this point did I look up and notice her husband Dave there next to her. Whatever Dave had been doing with the other women he felt it was important to be next to Betsy at this moment. I started to pump in and out of her but I ll never forget the moment that those two had between each other. I d be lying if I didn t say that the image wasn t precisely like watching a husband and wife going through the birth process. Her face was flushed and sweating profusely. She was moaning and saying phrases like oh baby…please help me… She didn t want to stop but Dave cupped her head in his hands and seemed to urge her on as if in labor.

For me I felt like I was some external character watching this whole scene unfold. I didn t feel like I was really there - some kind of inverse obstetrician pushing back into the birth canal while the husband administered to the wife. It was highly strange and yet compelling at the same time. On the other hand it didn t really have a carnal feel to it although Betsy did seem to be writhing in around in ecstasy. Rajeev came over and gently cupped her breasts.

I felt her attention slipping away and never having been in this situation before I actually found it a bit stressful so I pulled out of her and said OK well it looks like you have some new suitor here for you and you re in good hands I ll leave you to them.

By now the party was in full swing. Naked bodies covered the floor of the living room all in some state of writhing around. Kimmy the student nurse seemed to be attracting her share of the attention and was moaning loudly. I have to say that this is not something I was used to. All sorts of questions of etiquette and protocol came to mind. What is the proper way to introduce yourself to a naked woman giving head? Talk about performance anxiety - you have 12 witnesses to view your failure to get your fifth erection.

The wine table was beckoning so I wandered over to fill up a new glass. On the way Anita stopped me and intimated that she would like some of my attentions to her nether regions as well. Being in a position to sample multiple women in a short period of time was in fact an interesting proposition so couldn t possibly refuse. She tasted a bit spicier than Betsy more retracted lips and such. She seemed to be even more enthusiastic about my ministrations and I had to put my forearm on her stomach to calm down her squirming which seemed to make her all the hotter as a result. I felt this sense of connection with her that things were in synch in the rhythm of my probing. At some point her rhythm slowed down and I felt like the connection had been broken. I looked up and saw her sucking on anti-dan s erect penis. Hitting the etiquette issue I wondered whether it was proper to leave or would it be considered rude. I contemplated this for a bit and then headed for the wine and poured myself a glass.

I decided under the circumstances that my Jelly Roll Morton fantasy might be the right thing to attempt next. It was pretty much a no-brainer since every women was being well attended to - Kimmy in particular whose legs would pop up in the air in a V shape periodically rock back and forth in the candle light and loud moaning would emanate from that corner of the room.

Carefully stepping over the bodies in motion I found my way to an unoccupied sofa picked up my guitar and tuned it up. I led off with a Robert Johnson tune and put a couple of my preplanned solos into it. People just fucked away contentedly on the floor and I felt suitably isolated that I wouldn t offend. Sean the lapsed priest seemed to have been ministering to Kimmy and was ready for another round of fucking. I was playing my guitar in front of the basket full of condoms and Sean had to roll on onto himself. I guess there must ve been a lot of demand for pretty little Kimmy so Sean had a look of intense concentration trying to get sheathed before some other suitor took his place.

I did another guitar tune and I had a longish solo. Kimmy who was close to the sofa got to screaming again and I totally lost my concentration. My clock was cleaned I forgot which song I was on perhaps where I was and even which planet. Somehow my fingers groped for notes just to keep continuity and rhythm and I fumbled with the notes for some time and finally regained my composure a bit. I managed to finish off the song and contemplated my next move.

Jerry Garcia once said about his guitar playing and improvisation if you stop trying to make anything happen on any level whatsoever other stuff starts to happen. We did this in the acid tests and learned great stuff. I can t think of any other context in which we could ve learned it.

Picking up my banjo I tried to do some very simple noodling around not going to any particular song. I noticed that this gave me a bit more control - I didn t have to force anything in particular in the way of a pre-planned solo. It was much easier then to ride the waves and I started to pick up on the rhythms of the room and felt like I slowly gained some synchronization to the motion and then curiously enough it felt like people were keying into my rhythms and things seemed to match up. At that point there was a kind of phase lock that happened. If I played too fast the rhythm of fucking slowed me down. If one person screwed too slowly my banjo picking seemed to get them back into the groove. I recall seeing Anita give anti-Dan a very vigorous blow job. He was perched on a bar stool and had both of her ears in his hand and seemed to be pushing her head down for all it was worth. I had a bit of rueful envy to tell the truth for anti-Dan as he was able to unabashedly give himself over to lustful abandon whereas I was always worrying about protocol and etiquette and yet with the banjo I d managed to find my own little groove. Very odd. Anti-Dan came all over Anita s chest leaving her with the pearl necklace .

Long after the party Honey Bea and I compared notes on what had transpired. She said that she d been in the middle of a sandwich of Dave and anti-Dan and had a modest epiphany in listening to the banjo picking. According to her successive waves of warmth seemed to wash over her and she felt transported. Somehow the actions of the party had acquired a large significance than the simple carnal acts. I have to say that although I was concentrating on this new way of playing music - adaptive synchronization with the rhythm of fucking - that I did feel a bit elevated beyond the simple concerns of orgy etiquette.

At some point during the long improvisational solo which I judged to last about 30 or 40 minutes I did build up the pace and volume and the nastiness of the notes if you can all it that. When I did this it seemed to lead to an explosion of orgasms throughout the room yells grunts sighs and so forth. I slowly let the music become more melancholic and reflective as people backed down off their peaks and acquired a more attentive audience. Finally a period of silence ensued.

I had noted little Kimmy who d had the most serious workout was by far the youngest and was quite attractive. She was taking a break from the four guys who had her legs in the air for the better part of two hours sitting on one of the barstools drinking some wine. I figured that after that mass expenditure of semen that I might have a small window of opportunity with Kimmy. Putting away my banjo I walked over a number of wilted individuals on the rug and went over to Kimmy. I recall kissing her neck wondering if she d take me or refuse me. Much to my delight she answered my kisses with deeper and deeper tongue which seemed like yes to me. Working slowly down first to her breasts and then to her pussy I worked on her kneeling before the barstool and feeling her squirm in her seat while I gently probed her. She squirmed forward a bit in the seat to afford me more access to her genitals which I gratefully rewarded with deeper application of my tongue and fingers. Juices flowed down my fingers from her fuck hole and into the crack of her bum leaving a moist trail down the edge of the seat. I probed her for some time until I felt her vaginal muscles clench around my fingers and a loud moan emanated from her mouth.

Now dear reader I have to confess something you may find a bit disappointing: I do not recall the crucial next ten minutes with Kimmy. I utterly blacked out the memory of what I was told was a most memorable sight. This is even stranger since I wasn t drunk in the least or high or anything other than in a highly altered state of mind. I can only go by what people told me they saw that evening but since it s been corroborated by three or four of the participants I suppose it must be true.

The sight was this: my jeans were down at my ankles Kimmy was sitting on the edge of the barstool with one arm wrapped around each of two men s shoulders: Sean and Rajeev. Sean and Rajeev both were holding up Kimmy s legs from behind the knees to afford me easy access to Kim s hole while I fucked her vigorously. I guess the restraint of her knees were kind because she was tired but it also lent a bit of a how do I say this gang-bang air to the whole proceedings. According to Honey Bea seen from behind my butt was clenching forward with each thrust I made and Kimmy s tits jiggled quite a bit with each push. Apparently this was a very hot scene and made everyone at the party stop in their tracks as they all felt this strange energy that seemed to flow out of our pubic regions. Oh to have remembered it!!!

I do recall stepping away from Kimmy having finished and getting a glass of ice water at the fridge.

I knew that things were winding down so I collected my pizza making implements and put my instruments into their cases. Kimmy and Sean and Dave were all collapsed in a heap of flesh on the floor. I d realized much to my chagrin that I hadn t taken care of the hostess but by that point I was utterly spent and drained of all energy.

Had one more sip of wine put on my coat and was on my way. Boy what a party.