Anyone care to share experiences with orgies?
I don’t think I’ve led a sheltered life, but my experience with orgies is limited to a couple of occasions. And it was limited in other ways.
The first, I was allowed to attend because my teacher for tantric massage (see my post in Tantric Massage) vouched for me. I was actually hoping to see her there, and to ask her if she would like to celebrate with me... It wasn't yet time for the two of us to have intercourse in the context of my training, but I hoped she might like to, in another context and with different purpose. And doing that with witnesses sounded exciting.
But my teacher didn't actually attend, that evening, so the three dozen or so people gathered in this suburban home were mostly strangers. One young woman I knew from local polyamory functions, and early on, before people started getting naked, she was cuddling next to me and said, "I'm really glad you're here."
The orgy began with a candle-lit ritual downstairs, a sort of dance in which everyone would circulate through the pattern the dance defined and briefly touch each other attendee, in turn, hands touching hands only, at this point. I was shirtless by then, but not naked. When it was time to touch the young woman I mentioned, she too was topless, and even in the low light, I could see that the nipples on her fulsome breasts were hard. My cock (still in my pants) seconded that. She made it very clear with her eyes and whispers that she wanted me as one of her earliest co-revelers that evening.
Some of the touches from men were memorable, too... including a nude wizard-like fellow with a long grey beard, who loved me with his eyes and kissed the back of my hand, very gently, and his polar opposite: a grinning man in his mid-40s, who looked and acted like a satyr and locked me what I can only describe as a diabolical stare: as we held hands, he seemed to want me to fear him and anticipate being ravished by him. I kept my eyes on his, calmly, and for whatever reason, I wasn't afraid of him.
Finally, after everyone had touched everyone, the satyr shouted, "Let's get OUT of these clothes!" Those who hadn't already stripped either started pairing or tripling off, and undressing, or (as we'd been told earlier that we should, if we didn't feel ready), heading upstairs.
I hope my story won't disappoint too much, as I admit that I was in the latter group. I saw that my full-breasted admirer from earlier, who had ended up some distance away, had shed her pants and, now completely nude, was already enjoying some kisses to her belly from another male attendee.
There were baskets full of condoms, and I knew I was welcome to partner with her soon and enter her, but in the meantime? There were fewer women than men, and I didn't have any sexual experience with men. I asked myself, "Is there anyone here you even *want* to have sex with, other than her?" Probably the wrong question to ask, in an orgy, but I think I wasn't ready... and the satyr was going to have to look somewhere else.
I just went upstairs and joined about 10-11 people who weren't quite in the mood, either. The conversation and wine were nice, and there was a little male to male masturbation, which I was offered, but declined.
I resolved later to ask my friend downstairs whether she and I could meet under other circumstances, get to know each other, and if that went well, we could look forward to fucking together with onlookers, at the next month's orgy... which still sounded like fun. And I was still hoping to have sex with my teacher, at one of these orgies, or at least, watch her in heat with someone else. "Patience, Grasshopper," my ass.