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First Time in LA (orgy)
by Anonymous
***
I would like to share with you the first sexual
experience I had following my move to Los Angeles after
graduation from Wellesley College in Massachusetts.
The (relatively) few men I'd slept with until this time
had all been steady boyfriends with whom I'd grown
increasingly closer and sex seemed like a natural
extension of our feelings for each other. This was
QUITE different - pure(?) unbridled LUST!
The coast-to-coast move was prompted by a job offer
from an advertising agency in LA. While the job
sounded great and I was looking forward to entering the
real, adult world I was still somewhat nervous as I had
never really been away from the New England area before
and had always considered myself fairly shy.
My first week went really well. I found a nice little
apartment 10 minutes away from the office and wore
myself out filling in the holes in my furnishings.
Thus, when a male co-worker invited me to a party at
his place on Saturday, I uncharacteristically jumped at
the chance to go.
This co-worker, Doug, and I hadn't exchanged more than
a couple of polite hellos during the week, although I
had certainly taken notice of this fine example of
west-coast manhood - he was a little over 6 feet tall
and very athletically built.
At the appointed time, I pulled up to Doug's place and
joined a line of guests filing in. Doug greeted me
warmly and escorted me to the well-stocked bar
conveniently located in the corner of what appeared to
be his living room. He explained that he had been
working on a new Marqarita recipe and would like me to
test it out. I told him it sounded good to me and let
him fix me one. After sampling the drink and giving
him some positive feedback, we started talking about
the reasons for my move and some of the things I hoped
to accomplish with my new life. We talked for at least
an hour, giving me time to request and finish another
one of his delicious drinks. Doug then excused himself
to play host to his other guests and I wandered around
the apartment admiring the excellent taste with which
it was decorated and even joining in a couple of group
conversations. I was having a really nice time!
A couple of hours and five Margaritas later, I found
myself talking to my handsome host again. I was
genuinely surprised at how good I felt when I was with
him. He asked me how I was enjoying myself and I told
him what I'd been doing since we parted company
earlier. His boyish, almost embarrassed smile when I
told him what a beautiful job he'd done with the
decoration just about melted my heart. I was beginning
to feel very warm and flushed and couldn't blame it all
on the drinks. This was more like the enchanted
feeling you get when you're with a new lover early in a
relationship. Doug explained that while he had done a
lot of the work himself, he also had a roommate who
should share the credit.
He told me that Chris, his roommate, was almost
painfully shy and since he didn't already know any of
the invited guests, had gone off to read in some
secluded corner of the house. He then asked me if I'd
like the ten-cent tour. I eagerly accepted but told
him it would have to wait for a 'nature call' - the
alcohol was working its diuretic magic on my kidneys.
He laughed and pointed me in the right direction,
saying he'd meet me back at the bar.
To this day, I'm still not sure why I did it but after
relieving myself, I removed my panty hose and stuffed
them in my bag. While the combination of the drinks
and my unusually warm feelings for Doug definitely had
an affect on my inhibitions, this was even more out of
character than my accepting the party invitation. No
matter, though, because it proved to be an incredibly
correct decision.
Doug proudly showed me the upstairs bedrooms, complete
with sky-lights and hot tubs then took me down to see
the partially unfinished basement that housed a guest
bathroom, guest bedroom and den. He stopped off at the
bathroom to answer his own call from nature and I
continued on to check out the guest room. The door was
open, so I just walked in, receiving the shock of my
young life. There on the bed, feet facing me, was a
naked young man slowly stroking an enormous erection,
with his face buried in a Penthouse magazine. I
watched for what seem an eternity growing warmer and
weaker-kneed by the minute. The reason for my presence
and even Doug himself had no meaning for me. I was
consumed with desire for the beautiful cock before me.
It was the largest I had ever seen. The large flared
head was about two inches across at its base and the
shaft was at least 8 inches long and as smooth as
marble except for the prominent vein running down the
underside.
When I eased onto the bed, the man (I guessed it was
Chris) dropped the Penthouse with a shocked look and
his hand froze in mid-stroke. My eager smile must have
reassured him for he made no move to stop me as I moved
up to kneel beside him and replaced his hand with mine.
His cock felt as good as it looked and I could barely
get my hand around it. His balls hung low, resting on
the bed and looked large and full of cum. As I
examined his huge cock with my eyes and left hand, I
moved my right in to cup and knead his sack. I had
never been so turned on in my entire life. Nothing
mattered except priming his balls until they were so
hot his cum would boil over and shoot out of the cannon
I so urgently stroked. I leaned over and forced my
tongue into the beautiful piss hole staring me in the
face and then slowly stuffed as much of his cock into
my mouth as I could. One of my previous boyfriends had
been hung pretty well (about 7 inches) and I had been
almost able to deep-throat him but Chris's cock was so
thick that I couldn't get more than 3 or 4 inches into
my mouth. I slowly let it slip out then licked my way
down the large vein that ran from the spongy head to
the soft sack of balls my right hand was rhythmically
squeezing. Reversing my direction, I continued this
sequence, occasionally pausing to lick and suck on the
head while pumping his shaft with my left hand. I
wasn't even aware of Doug when he got on the bed behind
me until he lifted my skirt uncovering my (fortunately)
bare ass and pussy. I automatically spread my knees
apart giving Doug easy access to my dripping slit.
He kissed me wetly on each ass cheek, nibbling lightly
then slid his hand through my legs and stroked me
gently from my lower belly to the sensitive area
between my cunt and ass hole. I somehow continued
working on Chris while Doug worked me over good
alternating the stroking motion with deep finger probes
- sometimes one, sometimes two - into my boiling hot
pussy. As good as this felt, I wanted more and wasn't
disappointed. Doug finally stopped stroking and moved
up behind me. For a while he just rubbed the head of
what felt to be a another thick prick against my
burning clit.
Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer and when his
penis was sliding past my sopping wet hole, I jammed
myself back at him impaling myself on a cock that had
to be at least the equal of the one I was servicing
with my mouth and hands. Doug grunted his approval at
my action and slowly pushed forward until I could feel
his pubic hairs on my puckered bung hole. I doubt if I
can adequately describe just how good I felt at that
moment - completely stuffed with cock and close to
exploding.
Doug worked me with long, slow strokes that alternately
brought the very tip of his prick to my outer lips and
then his crinkly pubes up tight on my ass. After I
adjusted to his size and rhythm, I was able to return
to what I'd started with Chris - licking, sucking, and
stroking for all I was worth. Soon I felt the head of
Chris's cock begin to swell in my mouth and his balls
shifted upward. He could feel it too and sucked in a
deep breath and arched his back forcing his cock
another couple of inches into my packed mouth. I was
torn between wanting him to explode in me and wanting
to watch him shoot his the wad we'd both worked so hard
to produce. As a compromise, I sucked him until the
first hot spurt hit the back of my throat then pulled
off and pumped rapidly, continuing to work his balls
with my other hand. His load was immense! It must
have taken at least 15 squirts to drain his monster
cock, not counting the the first and largest that I
took in my mouth and was still savoring.
With each squirt, his cock jumped in my hand and shrank
a little until finally, it grew soft and drooped over
my thumb. Watching and feeling Chris's explosion
coupled (no pun intended) with the steady pounding Doug
was giving my pussy was enough to bring me to the edge.
I swallowed the mouthful of cum I'd been enjoying,
stuffed all of Chris's flaccid penis into my mouth and
jammed myself back at Doug as hard as I could,
triggering the most intense orgasm I had ever felt.
Even now, many years, lovers and orgasms later, it
still ranks right up there and its memory continues to
serve as a one of my favorite masturbatory fantasies!
Doug never slowed down for a minute and his deep
thrusts wrung shudder after shudder of mini-climaxes
from my drained body.
Completely wasted, I flopped down on top of Chris,
bringing Doug and his huge prick with me. He quickened
his pace for a few minutes then pulled that magnificent
cock out of me. My disappointment at his withdrawal
was soon replaced with wonder as he flipped me onto my
back next to Chris and I caught sight of the horse-cock
that had brought me such pleasure. While it was indeed
roughly the same size as Chris's, it looked very
different. The head was smaller than the shaft which
was covered by a veritable network of bulging, pulsing
veins.
He pulled my skirt down over my ankles and,
anticipating his desire, I worked my way out of my
blouse and bra. Doug then moved up over me and slid
his throbbing pole between my soft white tits. I
pushed them up at the sides, using my left hand to form
a top for the love tunnel he was now fucking. At each
forward stroke, his prick head pushed up toward my
face, leaving a few droplets of moisture on my chin.
It was a combination of my juices and Doug's
lubricating pre-cum. By shifting slightly, I was able
to arrange it so that I could catch the moist tip in my
mouth. Never having tasted pussy juice before, I was
surprised at how good it was.
I was hoping to repeat my experience with Chris's load
and get to both taste and watch Doug cum and he didn't
disappoint me. After a couple of minutes of good tit
fucking, I felt the balls that had been rolling around
on my ribs pull up into his sack and saw the head of
his cock swell up and turn a deep purple. Knowing he
was close, I forced myself up on his next forward
stroke and took about half his cock into my hungry
mouth. Doug grabbed my head with both hands and let go
of his steaming load. Once I tasted his delicious
cream, I pushed my head backward and pulled his dick
out and up with both hands. He continued spurting as I
pumped him up and down, showering my face and neck with
hot thick cum. When his squirting finally subsided, he
rolled off leaving me sandwiched between these two
incredible men.
We all basked in afterglow for a while without
speaking, my hands squeezing their now soft cocks, a
head on each tit and two hands cupping my still
tingling pussy. Doug finally completed the formal
introductions and we all showered, dressed and rejoined
the party - even Chris!
This was the start of five great years in LA and I hope
to be able to share some of the adventures I had then
and later with you all soon.
If you read MARIE1, you know what to expect and if such
things offend you for any reason, this is a good time
to erase the file. This is based on interviews from a
woman recounting almost a quarter-century of sexual
experiences and she's not an old woman; you figure it
out.
Some names and a few locations have been changed and
some editing has been done for the sake of smoothness.
Other than that, this is what she had to say, based on
her recollections and the extensive and detailed
diaries she's been keeping for many years.
I opened my eyes wide and looked up. A hard dick was
throbbing above my head. I looked up farther. It was
Vernon.
"I mean, Vernon is ready if you are."
To one side stood Ellen, juice coating the insides
of her thighs and matting her thatch of thick pubic hair.
"But you-"
"Believe me, honey, Vernon is always ready! You won't
wear him out!" She laughed. "Besides, Vern's been
telling me he was wanking off last night imagining what
you'd be like and that just made him hotter with me.
Have fun-I'm going to get some beers!"
Vern started to kneel but Ike told him to back off; he
didn't want Vern's balls right over his face. I crawled
off Ike and looked a question at him.
"It's okay with me," he said, "as long as you don't
freeze me out!"
"No chance."
Ike grinned and winked.
I knelt upright and pulled Vern's dick into my mouth.,
I tasted his juice and Ellen's on it. I didn't mind the
taste, and the idea of it turned me on even more. Ike
got himself on his back again and slithered forward
till he had his face between my legs. He pulled my
butt down till my cunt was in his mouth and started
licking and sucking me some more. That just made me
lick and suck good ol' Vern even more urgently. It
wasn't long before my lips had Vern moaning and Ike's
tongue had me moaning.
Vern wanted to do it doggy style, which was new to me.
Ike scuttled out of the way and Vern turned me onto my
hands and knees and knelt behind me. My cunt was
dripping and his cock was hard and he rammed right into
me and started pounding. Ike stayed out of the way
except to reach out and play with my nipples a little.
Vern was hanging onto my hips and slamming into me and
I was just rotating my bottom so his cock was always
hitting in different places. I came a couple of times
and then my arms just wouldn't hold me up any more, so
I let my shoulders go down flat on the mattress. At
that angle, Vern got even deeper into me. Then I felt
his finger at my butt, but I was so busy cumming I
didn't protest and to my surprise, it didn't hurt when
it slid inside. In fact, I came some more, because it
closed my cunt more around his cock-as if my cunt
wasn't tight enough already!
But that extra tightness and my cumming put Vern over
the edge and he came in me and pulled out. My butt
settled onto my heels and I crouched them, just
savoring the little aftershock orgasms. I looked up
wide-eyed at the sounds of movement in the brush around
us and saw most of the other kids were there. A few
were couples busily coupling, but a lot of the others
were just watching.
Ike was sitting crosslegged a few feet a way. His
gorgeous cock was stiff again. "I want you again," I
croaked.
"Are we letting her join?" someone-Reenie-asked
aloud.
"I guess so," Ellen answered.
"Yeah," said Ike. "Let's do it."
"What -- ?" I asked.
"You want to do it again?" Ike asked.
"Oh, yesss...."
"It won't be my turn though. Okay?"
"Turn?"
I suddenly understood.
He was watching me. The thought of all those cocks!
I reached between my legs and rubbed my pussy. "Do
me," I whispered.
Ike nodded to whoever was behind me, who then knelt,
lifted my hips and fit his cock into me. I was plenty
wet on my own and had two loads dumped in there and he
slid right in. I groaned and kept my hand on my clit as
he pumped my. I came again, a couple of times, then he
did, too, and then someone else was sliding into me.
"See, there's not many people our age on the island,"
Ike was explaining. He was stroking his cock and watching
me get fucked at the same time-and he was talking as if
he were explaining how to change a tire. "Reenie and I
went together when we were twelve-"
"And went-and went-" Reenie said, and laughed.
"But then I got mixed up with Helene and she started
messing with Vern and then I got mixed up with Jill
and she started throwing it to Bobby and Vern was doing
it with Helene. And what was funny was we didn't stay
jealous very long.
"When Bobby popped Ellen, she went and talked to Reenie a
nd Reenie said it was okay and pretty soon, none of us
really got jealous when whoever we were going with
started messing with someone else-from our group."
The guy behind me came in me. Ike paused, watching me
cum. I couldn't believe this was happening.
"But someone came in here about two years ago-" "Me!"
called a pudgy girl. Doris, I think her name was.
"And she got all upset when Vern-"
"Who else?" Ellen cracked.
"Went for an old-times'-sake roll with Helene. So Vern
had this great idea and explained it to her."
"And now," said Reenie, kneeling beside me and
caressing my face as I came yet again, "if someone new
wants to play with any of us, you have to play with all
of us. Helps keep anyone from getting possessive." She
trailed her fingers down and trilled her nails over the
side of my breast where it was pressed out by my weight
on it. I shivered and came again.
My cunt was vacant and I resented it. "More, please?"
"Maybe it'd be better if-well, I'd really like to
be sucked off," someone said. "Do you mind?"
"I want to cum some more, too," I said.
"No problem," said Reenie. She rolled me onto my side
and started kissing and licking my cunt. Another pair
of lips started kissing my butt and then a tongue was
burrowing in between. "You have such a pretty little
ass," Ike said from behind me.
"Okay?" said a voice as I shivered through another
orgasm from what Reenie was doing. A boy-Bobby-was
laying on his side so his cock was presented to my
mouth. It was enormous, as long as Roger's, but even
thicker. I got most of the head in my mouth and sucked
as hard as I could, considering my concentration was
being ruined by the mouth on my cunt and the tongue
tracing my ass, and the hand-Reenie's-that had come up
to caress my tits.
I put one hand on the shaft of Bobby's cock. I couldn't
close my fingers around it. I pumped and stroked
though, and it wasn't long before he was cumming. He'd
been so sweet about it that I kept sucking when he
flooded me with that hot, thick custard, and swallowed
as much as I could. He came a lot and the idea of what
I was doing drove me higher. I was absolutely stoned on
sex.
I don't know how many times I came that night. I do
know that I passed out a couple of times but-I was
told-I kept cumming even then. A couple of the girls
ate me out and I ate them out and Vern stuck his tongue
into my butt as much as he could. Most of the other
girls got fucked, too. I know I fucked all the guys at
least twice and some came back for thirdsies. And I
loved every minute of it.
For a while, I was getting fucked from behind by one
guy while I sucked another one. After a bit I was too
far gone to suck much, so I just let them move their
cocks between my lips and when the one in my cunt came,
the one in my mouth would move back there and another
cock would be presented to my lips. Bobby, of course,
came in my mouth every time. At one point I was being
fucked from behind while I ate Reenie. That was so
exciting it almost makes me cum just to think about it,
especially since at the same time, she was sucking off-
who else? -- Bobby.
Then came the most memorable part of all. Someone-I
think it was Walt-pulled out as he was cumming and
dumped his goo all over my butt. He held his cock right
against my anus, not trying to probe, and let it squirt
right on the opening. I didn't understand, but at that
stage I wouldn't have understood instructions for
dialing a telephone number. All I knew was that I was
cumming almost constantly and I never wanted it to
stop. My mouth was tired, my pussy was sore, but I
wanted more!
I got it. Oh, boy, did I get it!
Ike lay on his back beside me and pulled me on top
of him. He kissed me on the mouth, long and deep, right
into all the sperm (mostly Bobby's) that had been dumped
there as if he could care less, as if what mattered was
kissing me. my legs slipped apart and I felt his cock
against my thigh. I scooted down a little and he slid
into me and I groaned as I settled down on it.
I had my arms around his neck and was pressed flat
against him, just our hips moving and me, of course,
cumming, when I felt someone kneeling back there. I
felt a hard dick against my ass and knew what was
coming. I wasn't sure but-
"Are you ready for this?" Ike asked.
"Anything," I whispered. Ike nodded and pulled my
ass cheeks apart and pulled me down onto him.
"I've been wanting that beautiful little ass of yours
since I first saw you," Vern said from behind and above
me.
Ike stayed still in my cunt-which was not staying still
on him-as Vern put the head of his dick against my
tight little butt-hole. I stiffened, not sure about the
discomfort. I tried to relax and open my butt and Vern
pressed down and in a little. As my anus was forced
open, my pussy squeezed Ike's dick and it twitched
inside me. That felt good-all the better for the extra
compression.
"Do it, Vern," I croaked as loud as I could. "But slow
and easy." For the moment, my orgasms had stopped.
Vern did it. He pushed a little more. I thought my ass
was going to split-and then the head of his dick popped
past the sphincters.
"Hold it right there for a minute," I gasped. I could
feel the two dicks, hard and ready and eager. I tried
to relax again, with little success, but after a few
seconds I whispered, "Slow and easy."
Vern did it just that way, too-slow and easy. But also
nonstop. His implacable shaft slid steadily into me,
probing deeper and deeper. I was grateful now for the
load Walt had shot on my ass; it lubricated Vern's
prick for the tight passage it was spreading. When he
was halfway in I started groaning, a long sound that
continued till I felt his pubic hair against my butt.
"Just hold still for a minute, both of you, 'kay?"
"Sure, baby," Ike said and kissed the top of my head.
I moved my hips just a little, kind of an experiment.
It didn't hurt but it wasn't comfortable yet, either.
But I could feel those two hard young pricks buried to
the bone in me, pressing against each other through the
little membrane separating the parallel channels. I
felt absolutely stuffed, fore and aft.
"Careful, now," I said.
Vern moved a little, maybe a half-inch, but I felt
it as if it was a foot. I also felt the way it moved the
compression of my cunt on Ike's dick, which twitched in
response and sent a little shudder of pleasure through
me. Ike moved his hips a little so his dick slid
halfway out, then he pushed it all the way back in
again.
"You're so tight!" he gasped at me. "I don't think I
can hold it!"
I kissed his nipple and nipped it lightly with my
teeth.
"Don't hold it," I said. "Fuck me hard."
Well, he did, but Vernon thought I'd been talking to
him, too. He pulled back till his glans was hung up on
my sphincter and then he rammed into me. I bit Ike's
chest-tasted blood-trying to stifle my scream. My cunt
and ass tightened on both pricks.
Ike was fucking in and out of me like a madman, moaning
about how tight and hot and wet I was. Vern pulled back
again and drove his cock into my ass. Again I bit Ike's
chest and Vern moved faster and faster and then,
suddenly, I started to have an orgasm.
It was amazing, like breaking through to someplace new!
I came and came and came and those two hard young cocks
pumped me from both sides, stretching and reaming me
and filling me. Vern fell flat atop me, adding his
weight to mine on Ike, and flailed away, fucking my ass
with short, hard little strokes as if he were pumping a
cunt. Ike was sawing his longer dick in and out of my
cunt. At one point they were syncopated, one moving in
while the other moved out. Then they were coordinated,
plundering my little body in unison.
And I kept cumming and cumming, uncontrollably, sobbing
and whimpering.
Then Vern started shaking. "I'm gonna cum, buddy!"
he gasped.
"Both-cum-in me-" I choked out between spasms.
That did it for Ike, too. Both of them began pumping
in short little strokes, violent strokes, pounding their
swelling, twitching dicks into me as far as they'd go,
which seemed pretty damn far. Then Vern-and then Ike-
hunched against me. I could feel two sets of balls
against my thighs, two pubic mats against me, and then,
two cocks jerking and throbbing and flooding me. I felt
Vern's juices flooding my bowels and I felt Ike's cock
swelling in my cunt and knew he was spurting in there
and all the orgasms and horniness rolled up inside me
and let go at once. I locked up, frozen, between and
around them and came harder and harder and harder, a
single orgasm that just kept getting more intense. With
my cum-drenched little body sandwiched between the two
big sixteen-year-olds, I just kept cumming until,
finally, everything was one big orgasm and I knew
nothing but orgasm and then I knew nothing, 'cause I
finally passed out-cold.
When I came to, I was a sandwich again, but no one was
inside me and I felt firm, lush breasts against my
back. Reenie whispered, "Are you okay, sweety?"
I nodded against Ike's shoulder. I couldn't do much
more than that at the moment. Vern put one of the
sheets over us, against the cooling night air. My pussy
still throbbed, but my butt was numb.
"Some of us have tried doing that," she said. "Ellen
liked it a lot. But I've never seen anyone cum like
that, not that way." She shivered. Her nipples were
stiff against my bare back. I wriggled against her. She
had one hand on my belly. Ike kissed my ear. I felt
utterly content for the first time. Thoroughly fucked,
thoroughly sated and now, loved and hugged and valued
and caressed and cuddled.
Ike and Reenie and Vern and Ellen helped me get myself
cleaned up and put together. We sat around and rested.
Reenie and Ellen got me back to the house around
midnight. Everyone else in the house was asleep, which
was fine by me.
That was the first time I'd pulled a train and it was
the last for quite a while. During the rest of the two
weeks, I got into some more group scenes, once with
Helene and Reenie-as nice as it was, I missed cocks-and
once with Ike and Reenie, at Reenie's house when the
rest of her family was on a shopping expedition on the
mainland. That was really nice. I think my favorite
thing was laying on top of Reenie, licking her sweet,
luxurious cunt while she sucked and nibbled my almost-
hairless little slit-and Ike sawed his hard dong slowly
in and out. I came constantly, but it was wonderfully
gentle waves of ecstasy and left me revived rather than
enervated. Give me a couple-male and female-any time.
Bobby and I got it on alone once, and after I'd sucked
him off twice, I asked if he ever wanted to just plain
ol' fuck. He said, Sure, but he wasn't sure about my
being able to take his thick dick. Well, with patience
and perseverance, I did, he did and it was fine-but I
was sore for two days, inside and out.
When we got on the ferry back to Port Clinton, Mom and
Dad said they were glad I'd made some friends so I
wasn't bored. Even then I recognized the pun.
Alexis cried and Jeanne was silent and the boys were
cranky and I was just, well, contented.
The islanders and I wrote occasionally, but island kids
tend to leave as soon as they can; there's little
future there. In later years I encountered a few of
them. Ellen became a Moonie after Vern was killed in
'Nam and Reenie had joined a commune somewhere in
Vermont. Ike was killed by a drunk driver on the Ohio
Turnpike, near Elyria. Most of the others vanished from
my life, but left me with an absolutely lovely set of
memories.
I did get another shot at Roger that summer and tried
to buttfuck him-it was near his birthday-but he stopped
before half his fat prickhead was in me. "I want to get
in your butt, baby," he said, "but not when it'll put
hurtin' on you." We found some enjoyable alternatives.
That was over Labor Day Weekend. Then my eighth and
last year in the prison school started. That was the
year Ed Sautter started the photography club at the
high school and I became a star.