I Had an Unbridled Bisexual Orgy in the Kama Sutra Palace

I hooked up with 14(ish) bisexuals.

Illustration by Spunk Rock

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It was my fourth night at Hedonism II, at their annual Bi Week takeover, and while I’d had some sexual adventures here and there, I hadn’t yet had the night. There’s always one night during a swinger takeover where everything falls into place: I’m energetic, horny, my dick is working, my asshole is clean, and I’m at the right place at the right time.

So far, I was always at the wrong place at the worst time. I’d be at the dungeon when everyone was at the Kama Sutra Palace (aka the orgy room). By the time I got to the KSP, everyone had already cum and started redressing. When people were fucking by the pool, I was napping, and when I went to the pool refreshed and rock-hard, everyone was taking their afternoon siesta. 

But on night four, slightly past the halfway point of the week, I was determined. I would be where the action was as it was happening. To do this, I would have to be mindful of my surroundings and not get distracted by particularly captivating conversations. 

With sex on the brain, I went to the courtyard, where the dance party had begun. My hair was curly, and my cock was exceptionally visible in my blue fishnet “pants.”

As I stepped onto the dance floor, I heard “Maluma!” and knew exactly who shouted it. I had met Camila five months earlier at Bi Out in Vegas, another bisexual swinger’s takeover. We fucked on the king bed as she blew her husband. Camila loved my dick, but her husband, Joe, was even more obsessed with it, especially when it went inside of his wife. (They were a hotwife couple.) Camila thought I looked like the Colombian singer Maluma, and so that’s what she called me.

Camila wore a low-cut, orange latex number with matching-colored heels. While she looked like an absolute sexpot, her skirt was too small. When she pulled it up to cover her breasts, her pussy was exposed, and when she pulled the skirt down, she exposed her nipples. She had maybe half an each on the top and bottom to find that sweet middle spot.

I turned towards her. “You look fucking amazing,” I said. She smiled without showing any teeth, and we gave one another a big hug. “Don’t worry,  you look handsome too,” I said to Joe, who wore a Hawaiian shirt and shorts. 

“May I?” I asked Camila. 

“Yes, of course,” she said, and I squeezed her tits and ass—both so big and juicy. 

“Oh my,” she said when I pulled away from her. My cock, now fully erect, was poking through my fishnets. 

“Goddamn!” Joe said. “That was fast.” 

“Can you blame me? Just look at your wife.” 

I leaned in and started kissing her. One hand was grabbing her bare ass, the other grabbing her exposed tit. Camila pressed her palm against my shaft, and my cock involuntarily flexed through my fishnets. 

She closed her eyes and kissed me earnestly as if it were her first time, and I was her high school sweetheart. It was the type of kissing I could enjoy for hours without wanting anything more. But when she kneeled, pulled down my fishnets, and wrapped her lips around my hard cock, I did want more. Joe lifted her ass, her shaved pussy exposed, and slipped a finger inside of her. 

“Fuck you are WET from sucking Maluma’s cock,” he said. Camila moaned, the vibrations adding more sensation to my dick. “You want to get spit-roasted?” he asked his wife. She groaned affirmatively. 

He grabbed his wife by her hips and inserted himself. Within seconds, we were a well-oiled machine. He would thrust Camila forward, my cock landing at the back of her throat. I grabbed her tits with one hand and gently rested my hand on the back of her head. She looked up at me, smizing through her 18mm eyelashes.

“Okay, I want you to fuck her, and when you’re going to cum, pull out and cum on both of our faces,” Joe said. 

It was presumptuous to assume 1) I would be able to cum (on the dancefloor) and 2) I would want to cum when the night was so young. The Kama Sutra Palace wasn’t even open yet! And unlike men who can go multiple times a night, I am down for the count after I cum. (Note to reader: Do not ask me to cum until you are done having sex. I loathe when someone says, “I want your cum now, Daddy,” so I give it to them, only for them to ask for round two within seconds of me climaxing.) 

I replied, “Hot,” which I figured was noncommittal.

Camila turned around and touched her toes. I slid her cheeks apart and slid in. After we fucked the first time in Vegas, I described her pussy as “wetter than a penguin sliding down a slip-and-slide,” and honestly, nicely done, Zach. 

She really was that wet (and velvety, too), which explained her husband’s confidence. 

Within a few minutes of fucking her in doggy style, I was ready to shoot and proclaimed such. 

Right on cue, the couple dropped to their knees and stuck their tongues out waitingly. I felt my asshole pucker and that pre-orgasm surge. My legs trembled, and I put my free hand on Joe’s shoulder for support. Then I released a string of thick, gooey cum onto both of them. My first spurt covered their foreheads and cheeks; my second shot made it into their mouths (and on their chins). 

Joe wiped the cum off his face and stuck it into his mouth. I licked the cum off of Camila’s cheek before she rose.

“That was so hot,” Joe said. 

“Okay, bye!” Camila said, and just like that, the two of them were off. I was left depleted, having, quite literally, blown my load too quickly. Luckily, the night was just starting, and there was enough time to replenish before making my way to the Kama Sutra Palace.

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With post-nut clarity, I could focus. First things first, I needed to find Eve and start dancing.

Eve was in the middle of the dancefloor, her eyes closed as she shook her hips. She swung her hands above her head, in her happy place, and I danced beside her for a solid minute before she noticed me.

We danced our little hearts out, sweating out all the alcohol we had consumed at the pool earlier that day. When I saw the crowd thinning out, I knew it was time to head to the KSP. I asked Eve if she wanted to join, but she had found her bliss and opted to stay. 

I stripped down outside the doors of the KSP, as is mandatory, but kept my high socks on. They made me feel extra slutty. 

I opened the door to find about fifty people on twenty mattresses. There was a low rumble of moans and whispers, only broken periodically by a loud shriek, when a particularly loud-cummer climaxed.

The lights were dimmed, and it was tough to see which cluster of orgiers were friends (whom I’d feel comfortable asking to join) vs. strangers (whom I wouldn’t interrupt mid-scene).

I was squinting from afar when a heavily bearded man with a short pompadour approached and asked to suck my cock. 

“That would be lovely,” I said without a hint of irony. Once I’m hard, he shared that his wife found me beautiful and had been crushing on me the entire trip. It would make her week if I fucked her.   

The quickest way to my heart is sincere flattery, so I followed the bearded man to his wife. She was on her back with her legs in the air, howling as a man thrusted with all his might. 

“I brought you a certain someone,” the bearded man said to his wife. She opened her eyes and smiled. 

“Would you like to slide in?” the man fucking her asks. I asked her if that would be okay. “It would be more than okay,” she assured me.

I intended to start slow, but with her pussy already warmed up and wet, I took the liberty to thrust powerfully with deep strokes. She was a loud cummer—singing as she climaxed, pushing me out. 

A couple was beside us on the bed, and he asked if I’d like to switch. After quickly confirming that everyone was down for the swap, we switched positions. Side-by-side, we fucked until there was a natural lull. This new woman thanked me and said she had fun, and I took my cue to leave. 

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On the perimeter of the playroom were chairs for people to sit and watch the bacchanal. I saw my friend Phil there, sitting stroking his pud. Phil was a charmer. As beautiful as he was kind, he knew how to handle every social interaction gracefully, leaving you utterly smitten. I met him last year and quickly fell in love. (Me and every other attendee.)  

It also didn’t hurt that he had one of the nicest dicks I’ve ever seen: big and smooth with a thick head. It fit snugly when all the way down my throat. Whenever I saw Phil naked, I simply had to suck him. Luckily, he loved the way I suck cock (and can deepthroat him while few others can). 

“How’s it going?” I asked as he stroked his semi, surveying the room.

“Good, taking a breather,” he said.

“Mind if I…” 

“Of course not.”

I quickly dropped to my knees. Phil doesn’t manhandle, but he will gently push the back of your head down on his cock, so you get every last inch. I was gobbling him whole. All the way down, all the way back up. I popped a fat boner sucking him off, and after a minute, he, too, was hard as a granite. 

He stood up, ready to put his dick to use. (I was his own personal fluffer, with the bonus that sucking him fluffed me too.) 

Hard dick swaying from side to side, I started to lap when I heard a familiar raspy voice: “Zach!” I turned to see Pam and Theo, dear friends whom I’d played with at BFF (Bisexual Fuck Fest) in Palm Springs and Bi Out in Vegas.

Not to quote myself, but “Pam and Theo were that couple—the ones everyone wanted to fuck because they were disgustingly attractive. Too hot for words. Pam looked like every single stepmom in a Brazzers’ video: Long blonde hair and full melon breasts with legs longer than the Great Wall of China. Her husband of over two decades, Theo, with his long curly hair, gave Daddy Yogi vibes. He looked like a dude who’d be multi-orgasmic (and he was).” 

The two of them were in the thick of it—sweaty with heavy breathing. 

It was Theo’s voice I first heard. 

“Want to fuck Pam? She’s all warmed up.” 

I turned to Pam, who was rubbing her clit, in her element. I cherish many things about Pam and Theo (aka the Pamtheon)—their connection and the way Pam picks up (and comments) on the loving way I glance at Eve. But most of all, I love their sexual energy when they fuck. They are in it to win it—present, focused on pleasure, know what they want, and aren’t afraid to ask for it. 

“You want me?” I asked Pam. 

“Of course,” she cooed. 

I slid up underneath her, grabbed her ankles, and held her legs up in the air in a V formation. I spat on my dick for good measure, though she didn’t need any additional lubrication. She was already drenched. 

I slid inside her, and she let out a moan: “Fuckkkkk.” Theo waggled his dick beside his wife, and she started to suck. With his free hand, he played with her clit while I fucked her soaking pussy. With each thrust, she grew wetter and wetter. I reached over her svelt frame and started sucking on her perky nipples while keeping my momentum. As my abs started to cramp from the plank position, Phil walked by. Of course, he was already acquainted with the Pamtheon, so I had him switch positions with me. I needed a break and wanted to replenish, cool off, and find Eve.

To be continued…