Chapter 1: Sweet Memories

Until this summer I’d never been involved in any sort of group sexual activity outside my family. Even that’s a little misleading since it’s not like our family typically engages in wild orgies or anything like that. It’s just that outside my family I’ve always had a tendency to stick with single partners.

That all changed when my best friend Beth invited me to a private sex party a few weeks after I got home from college for my first summer break. Needless to say, it was a new experience for me starting right off at the beginning. When we arrived I was informed that since it was my first time I would be required to take part in an “initiation ceremony”. Well, the so-called “ceremony” turned out to be nothing more than an excuse for that night’s host to be the first guy to fuck me - and in front of everyone else at that.

Before the party was over, I was fucked a couple more times by guys whose names I didn’t even know. I’d had sex with guys I didn’t know all that well before but to do it with a total stranger and know NOTHING about them was a new experience for me.

While all of this was incredibly sensual, for me the most erotic part of the evening was having sex while being watched by strangers. My mom liked to watch my dad fuck me and while that’s always been a turn-on for me, doing it in front of a bunch of people I’d never met before was yet another entirely new and different experience.

Later, after I’d had some time to reflect on what I did at the party, I found myself questioning whether or not I wanted to do it again. Even though I’d blown nearly every boy who dated me and even let some of them fuck me on a first date, was having anonymous sex with multiple partners in front of people I didn’t know crossing some sort of fuzzy moral line?

The numbers alone were enough to raise a red flag. During the entire four years I was in high school, despite my reputation I’d only been fucked by a total of eight guys and here in one night three of them did me. I wouldn’t argue if someone called me a teenage slut given that I long ago lost count of the number of cocks I have sucked. If anything, I’m sort of proud of the title as it identifies me as someone who enjoys having sex - primarily for my own enjoyment, but also to please others as well. The more I thought about my actions at the party though, the more I wondered if I wasn’t going from being a slut to becoming almost a whore. Granted, I wasn’t paid anything, but the fact I just allowed myself to be used by anyone who wanted me was not the same as putting out for a cute guy on a date.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret for a minute going to the party because otherwise I would’ve always wondered what it would’ve been like. However, when Beth called me to ask if I wanted to go to a second party, well just say I was a bit reluctant but in the end I decided to go. At least this time I knew what to expect and besides, as much as it made me feel a bit dirty, there were a few things I wanted to try that I hadn’t done the first time around. I guess you could say curiosity and horniness won out over self-image! To ease my conscious, I rationalized that I was only doing this for the experience and not to establish a new lifestyle.