Chapter 12: Two Many Parties

How can I describe the orgy? Over twenty women, girls, at least fifteen in their late teens or early twenties, plus guys, five or ten, and more naked people entered and exited every few minutes. Dildos, lube, drugs, alcohol, and body fluids, everywhere, breasts, vaginas, dicks, asses.

Fenna and I joined the group, and I dove into the little girl’s smooth, small slit that leaked cum. She tasted sweet and sour with a soft ammonia odor. My fluids trickled down my right inner thigh, and Fenna slid a hand into me, so big, my insides quivered, I shuddered, and I forced my muscles to relax. My tongue probed the girl while Fenna shoved her hand, with its rough knuckles and pinky ring, in and out. The little girl had a yellow and red butterfly tattoo on her right hip. The size of my palm, artful, majestic, and her skin still inflamed. My hands held the girl’s thin legs down against the silk sheets.

Naked bodies pressed against me while the noise ebbed and flowed from too loud to silence and moans. Two different soundtracks played, one soft near the huge uncurtained window, the other hard, yelling near the closet. Smoke and a haze filled the room, and only the slight breeze from the window made the room breathable.

The bed bounced as naked people moved on and off, and around. The redhead fell onto her back beside me, and Fenna pushed her other hand into her. The girl squealed and arched her back, her firm, freckle-covered, pale red-tipped breasts thrust out. She put her hand on my back, as the little girl giggled and moaned and held my head against her pussy. The atmosphere overwhelmed me. I could only focus on the little girl’s pussy and Fenna’s hand inside me. The redhead’s body blurred as I kept my focus on the pussy under my mouth, and I had trouble with different shades of pink and brown bodies, breasts, cocks, and asses on the massive bed.

A guy, tall, with a beard and shaved head, climbed up and straddled the little girl’s face. He had a giant erect penis that he jerked above her face as her tiny tongue lapped at his balls; the bright red tongue left trails of saliva between her mouth and shaved skin. My eyes crossed as I watched her lick and the dick bob while my tongue lapped along her slit, and her fingers pressed into my head. The pain from Fenna’s hand and the girls’ fingers caused my body to overheat, sweat to pool on my back, and my legs to shake with fatigue.

Fenna pulled her hand out of my pussy, and I almost screamed in anger. I felt empty and needed her back inside me. My hips thrust backward, but I didn’t dare move too far away from the little girl’s pussy, so smooth, so little. Her legs pushed against my hands, as if to trap my head against her. The blurry redhead beside me groaned, likely for the same reason; she missed Fenna and Fenna’s wonderful hand.

“I’ll be back,” Fenna said. I nodded, and the little girl squeezed my head harder and dug in her nails. Her juice covered my face, dripped off my chin, and filled my nose. I loved it. She didn’t taste like Fenna, and even though I preferred Fenna, something about this young girl, with an innocent face, smooth, unused body, made me horny, made me lick faster.

The redhead rolled over to watch me lick, her freckled face stared at me, in concern or concentration. She spread the girl’s pussy lips to help my tongue get deeper, and she played with my breasts as they hung and my nipples scraped the silk bed sheets. She didn’t pinch, just a gentle touch, a swirled caress, like she just wanted to feel them.

A guy slipped into me, thrust twice, before Fenna returned, hit him, and he left. I lifted my head to glance around. Fenna stood with a strapon, a massive strapon, almost as big as the monster. The redhead girl had flipped to her front, and a guy fucked her from behind. On the other side of me, the massive-breasted Hispanic played and kissed a black girl. A naked woman and a man walked around the room with cameras. She had a strap on that glistened with lube, while his erection dripped fluids on the floor and smeared people’s legs.

Fenna pushed into me, and I dropped my head and screamed into the little girl’s pussy. The guy climbed off the little girl, and a girl replaced him. Her thick bush lowered onto her small pink lips, and we copied each other as we licked. Jenette appeared beside me, kissed the Hispanic girl, and slipped a finger into the black girl’s huge, wet pussy. The three shades of skin blended, like a three-headed, six-breasted monster that we had summoned.

“Fenna said you’re a great pussy licker. I want next,” Jenette whispered as she played with my breasts. She pinched and squeezed them, and I shuddered with an almost orgasm. Fenna’s hands gripped my hips to help her thrusts get deeper and stabilize my body. Every pump pushed the massive dildo to its base, and even with the pull back, most of the huge thing stayed inside me. The little girl twitched but didn’t let my head go.

“You could be useful and help me fuck her,” Fenna said to Jenette as her hands slipped from my sweaty skin. A guy beside Fenna said something, which she laughed at and agreed with. Three sets of strong hands, guy hands or big girl hands, lifted me off the little girl, who protested but stopped when she saw their plan.

Fenna laid down on the bed, the massive strapon pointed straight up to the ceiling, and the three people, two girls and a guy, helped me slide it into my ass as I laid back on Fenna. Her massive breasts supported my back as the little girl straddled my face, her ass hole on my chin, and her clit against my nose. Her fluids almost choked me. Her musk made my head spin and made me gasp for clean air. Hands held my legs out wide as my juices dripped down onto the bed with each thrust.

Fenna’s hands grabbed my breasts and squeezed, then someone, likely Jenette, pushed something massive into my pussy. Between Fenna and this new object, my body jolted and spasmed and orgasmed, but they three didn’t let me pause. The little girl held my head while she rubbed her pussy on my face, Fenna held my breasts and thrust into my ass, while the unknown third continued to thrust in my pussy.

Someone’s hand massaged my belly and pushed the sweat around. The little girl shuddered again and screamed this time. Her thighs squeezed my head so hard I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care. At that moment, she tasted so good, and our lust connected us. I drank her. Slurped her. Savored the flavor, the sweet dessert, of the little girl’s pussy. I think I love the taste, texture, and nastiness of pussy, especially teenage pussy. The pureness, the corruption of that purity.

She moved off me with the help of the Asian girl with red hair streaks, and Jenette pulled out of me, and as her forearm-length strapon dripped my juice, she lowered her spread pussy on my mouth. She had a larger clit that pushed against my nose and meatier lips that covered my mouth. Almost tasteless, she leaked almost as much as I do. Each girl had their own flavor. I wonder if we could conduct a blind taste test, like a contest to see if guys could tell the difference. I know I could.

Beside me, the little girl stood with her Asian friend and argued, “No way could you fit your hands inside her. You have, like, the biggest hands.” The Asian girl appeared to have large hands with long, red nails. She had a red spiral dragon tattoo on her right leg, with the tail at her right ankle and the head positioned towards her crotch. Her left ring finger had a tattoo of a bluebird.

“Watch me,” the Asian girl said and moved out of view. The little girl had lit a cigarette and stood with one arm across her trim, pale stomach, while the other hand held the cigarette up. Her flushed breasts, with cute innie nipples, had red handprints and dripped sweat. She appeared too young and innocent to smoke, naked, in a room filled with naked people.

Finger tips, then fingers, then the whole hand pushed inside me. My legs spasmed as an orgasm ripped through me, and I choked on Jenette’s juice. Someone or someones held my legs, and the Asian slammed her hand into me. I hurt, and another orgasm built and exploded. My eyes closed as my head spasmed and Jenette juice sprayed over my face, pooled in my eyes, and tickled my nose.

Fenna bucked under me as she played with my breasts, kissed, and whispered in my ear, “She has her whole hand inside you, past her elbow.” The image added to the excitement, and another orgasm ripped through me, then another, and another, in too fast a succession, I couldn’t take any more and pushed Jenette off me. My stomach bulged with every thrust of the girl’s hand, and my eyes rolled up, unfocused, the colors of the room distorted, too bright, too vivid, surreal, like heaven on earth. I wiggled my way off Fenna, the massive dildo popped from my ass with a grunt, and I rolled to remove the Asian’s hand. I fell to the floor with a thud. My body felt empty, my mind numb, and the colors still looked distorted and indistinct.

The little girl squatted beside me and brushed my hair out of my eyes. Her breath smelled awful, but I couldn’t move. My ass and pussy stayed open and exposed. I grinned and moistened my lips.

“That was impressive. Only saw something like that in porn. Are you an actress?” the little girl asked. I could only stare at her perfect little nose, young little face, as smoke curled out of her nose. She still had baby fat cheeks, too-big eyes, and wore only minimal makeup.

Jenette had moved down and fucked Fenna with the strapon, who moaned, and held Jenette’s shoulders. The Asian girl played with Fenna’s breasts, while a guy pushed his dick in Fenna’s mouth. Too busy moaning, Fenna didn’t notice the dick. God, she looks perfect, her blonde hair plastered to her face, her breasts, her belly, her hips, her legs, and her cute little toes, painted with little rabbit faces with black ears. I wished I fucked her and not Jenette, but the image of the huge strapon, wet, as it thrust in and out, as she moaned and grunted, made me happy to have found her, to have her as my girlfriend.

“What’s your name? Can I get your number?” a guy, naked with his dick dripping on my forehead, asked me. He held a camera in one hand and played with the little girl’s breasts with the other.

I didn’t answer, just nodded, and tried to stand. I needed water, or coffee, or something. I pulled myself up the bed as Fenna shuddered and orgasmed. Her huge breasts flopped, and the Asian laughed as she tried to hold them.

Jenette pulled out of her and bent over the bed for a guy to fuck her from behind. Together, Fenna and I helped each other stand. People fucked, sucked, licked, and moaned all over the room. The stink of sex and smoke caused my head to spin. In the middle of the bed, a black girl sixty-nined with the redhead, while two guys fucked them. Beside them, a girl masturbated with a purple vibrator while she sucked on another girl’s breast. Two guys split-roast a massive woman with huge belly rolls and breasts.

Fenna and I wandered out of the room to find our clothes. The cleaner air in the hallway allowed me to fill my lungs, and I took a huge breath. My eyes watered from the smoke and a bit of Jenette’s juice. Arms over each other’s shoulders, nude, we stumbled down the hallway.

A guy lay strapped to the table in the next room, where soft jazz still played. All alone, we felt sorry for him and wandered in to untie him if needed.

Fenna giggled as she picked up a feather. The guy screamed in the red-ball gag and jerked around to get away while Fenna stood beside him with the feather above his head. The guy’s dick leaked, and he smelled like cum, which pooled in his belly button.

Fenna ran the feather down his leg, and he screamed louder in the gag. His muscles bulged, and his dick twitched. I found a feather and joined her. She worked on his legs while I trailed along his chest and arms. The tarp over the carpet had wet spots, and the room had a musty smell of cigarettes, cigars, alcohol, sweat, cum, and urine. I refused to look at what I stepped in, a mix of slime and liquid.

Tears rolled out of his eyes and dripped onto the floor. His ass cheeks clenched and unclenched as we moved around him. Fenna found a butt plug and held it up for him to see. His eyes widened, and he shook his head back and forth. The silver plug reflected and distorted his face, eyes too big, a gagged mouth too small, and a face too thin. Fenna’s massive breasts rested on his arm while she leaned over to hold the butt plug over close to his nose.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” I said, but I didn’t stop the feather on his skin, which erupted in goosebumps. His biceps bulged, his shoulder muscles strained, but someone had tied him tight, too tight for him to move. His erect dick, with a bright red helmet, that leaked clear fluid, bounced against his belly as his hips bucked. He had beautiful muscles, defined thighs, abs, and pecs. The sweat shone in the light. He reminded me of a Greek god, with his black curls and tanned skin. His little red erect nipples looked like two rubies.

“You should,” a woman said from the doorway. Tall, with long, thin arms, tight, high breasts, no body fat, with long silver blonde hair that hung to her hips. Her red-tipped hand held the door frame, while her completely shaved, tanned body radiated control and domination.

Fenna glanced at the woman, then ran the feather up and down his inner thighs. His legs strained to move away. Fenna’s nipples trailed up and down as she held the buttplug over his chest to taunt him.

“Two naked young girls doing this to him, my husband’s never been so spoiled,” the woman said as her finger flew over her clit. She even masturbated in control, as if she did it for a camera, like she had scripted everything, controlled everything. Even our random presence in the room felt like she planned it. She reminded me of a super villain, like in the movies, where a series of implausible events happen, and somehow, they take credit, as if all part of the plan.

Fenna grinned, and I smiled as Fenna pushed the buttplug up his ass. His hips lifted off the table, and cum spurted. The thin white strands landed on his chest and beside his belly button, where they rolled to join the larger pool.

I flicked the feather on his arm until the lady said, “He needs a break. I’ll take it from here.” His body lay as if dead, no muscle twitches, no movement except for small chest breath movements. He smiled under the gag with his eyes closed.

Fenna grabbed my hand, and we left to find more of our clothes. As we entered the hall, the lady said, “You’ve been very sinful, getting those poor innocent teenagers to do such naughty things to you.” A whip cracked as Fenna grabbed her shirt and bra from the balcony.