Chapter 1: What’s a Sex Party?

Beth and I were talking on our cell phones one night about a movie we had both been wanting to see when she suddenly switched the conversation over to a totally different topic.

“You know Kelly,” she said with a giggle, “It’s been a long time since you joined one of our parties. How about tomorrow night?”

She didn’t have to explain what she meant by “one of our parties”. I knew EXACTLY what she meant. Last summer Beth introduced me to the bizarre world of sex parties. I think some people might refer to them as orgies or swinger parties but to me that gives the wrong impression.

When I think of an orgy I picture a room of people all going at it, switching partners, etc. Swinger parties involve couples sharing partners. At Beth’s parties we certainly have sex but it is more of a laid back situation involving unassociated people. Folks do it with one another for a while and then may just watch someone else or have a bite to eat or drink. Boyfriend and girlfriends showing up together was discouraged and married couples were outright banned. The emphasis also seem to focus more on small groups or one-to-one than large groups or “gangbangs”.

Access to these parties was by invitation only and only people who have been actively involved for a long time were allowed to invite someone. If you do invite someone then you are also responsible for them and could even lose your invitation privileges if they didn’t work out. Beth was one of the more frequent attendee at these ever since she had turned eighteen and so far me and my cousin were the only people she has risked inviting. I would like to think we more than met expectations!

Last summer I went to four parties in all, each with a different theme. They were all fun in their own way and certainly provided me with some unique experiences. The first one caught me by surprise in that I learned that all new people had to be initiated which meant having sex at the outset with the current host - in the middle of the room with everyone watching!

The last one was just before I went back to school so I decided to make it a truly memorable experience and fucked twelve guys in a row (that’s how many guys were there). Actually each one fucked me until he was ready to cum and then I finished him off in my mouth while the next guy got started. It was a one-time experience for sure but I don’t regret for a minute trying it.

During my sophomore school year I tried out some escorting and even worked at a couple of bachelor parties. The bachelor parties were a lot of fun and even though I ended up doing the guys it was different than being gangbanged at the past party. I think it was because as a dancer I felt an obligation to please my clients in whatever way they wanted whereas at the parties I only did it to please myself. I quit the escorting after a close call and hadn’t done any more bachelor parties but I still would like to do them if the opportunity arises.

Back to Beth, I was intrigued by her offer. In reality I hadn’t planned on doing any of these parties this summer, I guess I had a sort of “been there done that” attitude. But as she said, it HAD been a long time since I had been to one and my curiosity finally got the best of me so I agreed to go.

When I told my parents at supper about the invitation, neither of them objected to my plans but as always, they were concerned for my safety and security. Fortunately they didn’t mind me going to one of Beth’s parties since they were so well controlled and the people were known to each other. There had never been a case of STDs stemming from these parties, at least so far as Beth knew, and I had been on birth control since I was fourteen. My mom still counseled me to make the guys use condoms though and in the past I had usually followed her advice when I didn’t know the guy that was fucking me.

At the end of dinner they even joked that the only real problem they had with my latest plan was that they weren’t invited! Of course, even if they had been they would not have gone since they had always been faithful to their wedding vows. For my parents, even if they both “consented”, fucking someone outside your family was still adultery no matter how you sliced it and that was a sin they would not commit.