I Reached Nirvana in the Kama Sutra Palace by Discovering a New Threesome Position
After getting daisy-chained, he drunk my cum out of her p*ssy.
Illustration by Jason Leviere (@mister_dashing)
It was my sixth night at Hedonism II, and I still hadn’t fucked in the Kama Sutra Palace, which is strange considering that is where the horniest of bisexual sluts congregated in the evenings. I should have been the emperor of the KSP by now, with a crown and (penis) scepter.
Yet I wasn’t their king, I wasn’t even a lesser noble. If I had to guess why, I’d say the day orgies were tuckering me out—but that was no excuse! I was at a swinger’s resort for Bi Week; I had to take full advantage. Besides, Boysluts don’t rest. We’re nonstop fuck machines (at least while we’re at a sex resort).
Now, I hate saying the KSP had no idea what was coming for it, as I think people grossly overuse this phrase. (It’s like when Boston gays say Provincetown has no idea what’s coming for it…Like P-Town hasn’t seen four messy twinks in matching tanks and cut-off jorts before…)
But you guys will have to believe me when I say: I came in like a mother fucking wrecking ball. I was so horny. So ready. So excited. In fact, I was a little too excited. I walked in with five other friends, two I had already fucked. All of us were laughing loudly. The staffer moderating entry to KSP warned us to be “less gay.” She said it as a joke, obviously. And in this case, “gay” was a euphemism for loud. (It’s usually the opposite.)
I ABHOR being told to be quiet down. It is one of my biggest pet peeves. Especially when I’m in a place where being loud doesn’t matter or should be encouraged. If I’m shouting in a library, and the librarian tells me to hush, I won’t double down, saying, “Screw you.” It’s a fucking library; I should be quiet.
But why do I have to be quiet walking into an Orgy Alcazar? I find it eery how quiet large playrooms are. I’ve been to countless sex parties; the dungeon will have sixty people fucking, and yet everyone’s whispering. They’re curbing their moans. They mumble, “Excuse me,” after they cough. It makes me uncomfortable. I am a LOUD person who likes to have LOUD sex—not as a performance. It’s always genuine. But it’s like, how do you expect me to stay silent when I’m getting my guts rearranged by a 9-inch cock? Bitch, if I don’t scream, I am going to die.
OKAY, I am rambling, and I promise I’ll get to the sex momentarily, but this is all to say the orgy room was hauntingly silent when we walked in, and I was not having it. Fifty people were on an array of mattresses, sucking, stroking, and plowing, and the loudest part of their debauchery was the vibrations of Hitachi Wands.
Luckily, there was one vacant queen-size mattress. I saw another couple eyeing it, so, with the fervor of pageant mom running up to bribe the judges, I sprinted over to claim the mattress. My crew followed behind me. Scarlett, impressed, said, “You’re not messing around.”
“Oh, absolutely not,” I said. I pressed my body against hers, my chest flush against her breasts. I grabbed her ass with one hand and the side of her face with another. I looked her in the eyes before pressing my lips against hers.
“You are yummy,” she said. Our kissing intensified as I cupped her other ass cheek, lifted her up, and wrapped her legs around my waist. My hard cock was rubbing against her pussy. I would have slid right in if I lowered her an inch.
I then gently dropped her onto the mattress and straddled her. Her big green eyes were staring back into mine; my hard cock was pressing against her clitoris.
“Can I?” I said.
“Please,” she responded, and I slid my dick deep inside her. Her pussy was like velvet—soft and slippery. “Holy shit, you feel incredible,” I said.
“So do you,” she replied. Her eyes widened as I pushed my dick deeper into her wet cunt.
“FUCK,” she yelled. She looked at me with soft, apologetic eyes. “Sorry, I can get a little loud,” she said.
“I love that,” I said with every last inch inside her. “I actually hate how quiet these orgy rooms are.”
“Me too,” she shouted. I grabbed her wrists and placed them over her head. I then leaned over so the weight of my body was against her stomach.
“Well then, let’s get loud,” I replied. I then clenched my ass cheeks, put the balls of my foot on the ground, rather than the mattress, to stabilize myself, and started thrusting with all my might.
“You like it hard, baby?” I shouted.
“Yes, give it to me,” she screamed. “Fuck, that feels so good. Harder—HARDER!” I had my met vocal match. Unequivocally, she had the range.
“I’m going to cum!” she shrieked. I had been inside her for no more than 30 seconds. I felt her pussy fasten against my cock. When she released, a wad of squirt shot out of her pussy, ricocheting against my dick.
“Keep going?” I asked.
“Yes! I cum easily and repeatedly during sex.”
“Oh, we are going to have a LOT of fun,” I replied. I tightened my core and got back to thrusting. Her body was glistening in sweat. I licked her cheeks, down her neck, and started sucking on her nipples. Her sweat was salty and made me thirstier for her.
“Choke me,” she said. I wrapped one hand around her throat while I grabbed her breast with the other. She started rubbing her clit with her free hand. When I felt her cunt clench, I let her breathe, and she exploded around my cock again. Her squirt was hot—temperature-wise. She was a ball of fire oozing delicious lava that made me want to jump head-first into the mouth of her volcano.
“Turn around,” I said. I pushed her flat onto the mattress and spread her cheeks to the side. I spat directly on her pussy before gliding my cock inside. “YES!” she screamed.
“Take it,” I replied as I grabbed the sides of her hips and pounded her pussy. I was getting close to cumming, but there was no way I was going bust right then and there. The night was young, so I told her: “I need a quick break. Can’t shoot my load just yet.” She laughed and said, “There’s no rush.”
So I started sucking her boyfriend Scott’s cock. Scott had a pornstar cock, 8 inches of beauty. If you picture a white cock in your mind, his cock is the one you’d see. It’s the prototype of penises.
I told him to lean back and relax. He placed his hands behind his head, his biceps flexing without him trying. I spread his legs a little wider so I could kneel directly in front of him. I looked him in the eyes as I sucked his head. He looked back at me. I inched down lower onto his cock, drooling the whole way. When I reached the 6-inch mark, where 95% of people stop, I took a deep breath through my nostrils, turned my head to the side, opened my mouth wider, and swallowed the last two inches.
“Woah!” Scott said. With his cock still down my trachea, I gave him a wink. I forced myself to gag to get some extra spit on his cock before I slowly rose, my tongue licking his shaft. Deep breath and back down again. When I added my hand to his base to stroke and started fingering his tight asshole with the other, he began breathing irregularly. I felt his cock harden inside of me and his testicles shoot towards his stomach. I stopped sucking, removed my finger from his ass, and pulled his testicles down. (I was not going to let this man cum yet.)
Instead, I turned Scott around and started eating his ass. He moaned. Scarlett, who was now riding another dick in reverse cowgirl, shouted, “Yes! Eat his ass!”
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