I Hosted an Uninhibited 8-Person Bisexual Orgy at a Swinger's Takeover in Vegas (Part II)
How the eight of us all f*cked on a single, king-sized bed will forever be a mystery.
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When the eight of us returned to Eve and my room, 420R, there was a slight lull. Without music and enough space to sit, the swingers stood awkwardly, unsure how to interact.
Music is always the key to getting an orgy started. Now I didn’t just think of who I wanted to hear, but a musical artist everyone in the room would enjoy. Luckily, Eve and I predominantly fuck to classic rock, and so I blasted one of my favorite bad-ass artists: Bob Seger. That man oozes sex to me. I have images of him, decked out in leather, raw dogging busty bartendresses in divey biker bars.
I stripped back down and brought Eve over to me. We were the hosts, and this was our room, so it was up to us to set the tone. The moment she lay on top of me with her thick thigh brushing up against my dick, my erection returned like a Phoenix rising from the ashes. She started stroking my Phoenix with her hand while kissing my lips.
The tone was set, and the swingers joined.
Alex whipped out his leviathan, and Caryn dropped to her knees and started sucking, only managing to get a quarter of his cock in her mouth. Her tiny mouth opened wide, just like her eyes.
Natalia and John went at it beside us, her long legs thrown over John’s shoulders. He had a determined grin as he slid his cock in and out of her pussy.
Our new friends, the Daddy Bear and his wife, the 6-foot-tall, full-figured divine being, stood beside the bed. They hadn’t played with any of us yet and were new to the crew, so they watched, presumably to see if we were their cup of tea.
I looked at Eve, and as if reading my mind, we both focused on the new couple.
Eve, with her tits bouncing, went up to Daddy Bear, kissed him, and said, “Hey!”
She rubbed his tummy before making her way down to his cock, massaging his softie in her hand. He attempted to respond but found himself at a loss for words.
“I’m so happy you came!” I said to his wife.
“Thank you for inviting us,” she said formally.
I looked into her eyes. “You are stunning, my God,” I replied, meaning every word. I had seen her the night before and thought the same thing. I hoped—manifested—she would wind up in my bed before the weekend was through.
There she was, before me.
While I don’t necessarily have a type, I’m a sucker for tall, curvy women. I’m a big man myself, and there’s something special about having someone close to my size.
I also love the human body, so when there’s more of it—to touch, grab, squeeze, caress—my brain floods with horny, caveman thoughts. It’s hard to think. It’s just the phrase “please want to fuck” looping in my noggin.
When I asked if I could kiss her, she nodded demurely. With one hand, I gently caressed her cheek, and with the other, I held her back upright. Our kiss was slow and tender. We alternated shutting our eyes, focusing on the soft touch of lips and keeping them open to connect.
I let my hands wander, touching her voluptuous breasts over her lingerie, which could barely keep them contained. Her titty meat was overflowing. I then grabbed her ass which had so much jiggle. It was massive and soft and would surely clap back.
She grabbed my hand and placed it on her pussy. My mouth dropped. “Oh, I’m a squirter,” she said.
Her husband, who had his dick in Eve’s mouth, chimed in, “A super soaker is more like it.”
I looked back at her, and she smiled.
“Let me get some towels,” I said.
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