Four on Two; Epilogue

Katy and I finally had a chance to talk to each other recently when she was telling me how Jalepeno contacted her within a few days after the party and arranged for a threesome with another fellow.
She went on to describe how they went to a chain motel and checked in and waited for the other gentleman to show up. 
While nothing had happened, they were merely sitting around talking when the guy, a friend of Jalepeno, showed up.   As they were getting the basic introductions overwith something unexpected occurred;

Someone knocked.

Turns out it was the hotel manager.

"Only two people have registered here!" was shouted from beyond the door.
As the door flew open and some suggestion of clothing being removed was evident, the next thought flew out of the managers mind:
"You're a prostitute!  We don't have prostitutes here!  You must all leave now! Go, or I call cops!"

They all looked at each other as the manager left and they all decided to call it a night. 
The threesome that never was.
Go fig.

After relaying this story, we both broke out into laughter to the point where we were both coughing profusely(we were recovering from the bug) where we had to hang up and continue the call later.

Several hours later, we got in contact with each other and relayed how aggressive Jalepeno was as far his trying to arrange for a variety of threesomes with her and other men.  It got to the point where she asked him to contact her only through me.  

Thanks.

As far as Morgan goes, I have yet to talk to her since that night, but I'm thinking about contacting her to just feel her out.

Four on Two.

The Night before the party, I had everything set.The Room was reserved.
The emails sent out, confirmations (heh) are done.
15 men, 3 women.

On a whim, I sent out an ad for a female to watch and participate in the gang bang.

Three Hours before I'm supposed to leave to the hotel, I get an email from a woman ("Morgan") about the party, which quickly go to chat.   Turns out she wants to go but needs a ride.

I half heartedly look to see if anyone is nearby to pick her up. Since she lives near Katy, I kindly asked if she could pick her up and quickly agreed and information was passed along to her.

The car ride was almost an odyssean in scope with accidents, broken down vehicles, detours, and idiot drivers.

Checking in and getting to my room at about 4pm, I quickly set things up.  Throughout the entire commute I'm checking with Katy and receiving emails from Morgan to coordinate things together.  They eventually meet up and get to the room at about 5pm.

What irritated me was that I got a text from Morgan, "I'm cuter than she is." Minutes after she was picked up.

My little Katy walks in and is followed by an Amazon of a woman and am greeted by a warm hug from them both. After a few minutes  I stand back and take in the sight of two total opposites.  Where Katy is a Cute, slightly heavy brunette at 5 feet, 5 inches in a fairly professional work clothes; Morgan towers over her at 6'2", with chestnut hair, with jeans, a wife beater, and sports bra.

Interesting.

We sit and BS for a bit and and walk over toward Morgan for a reason I can't remember, when she pulled down my shorts and proceeded to deep throat me from her chair for a minute or two.
Casually she pulls my shorts back up and says, "I'm just the side dish, Katy is the main course."
On cue, Katy stands up and proceeds to pick up where Morgan left off and pushes me onto the bed, undoes my pants, and gives me an awesome blowjob.
Looking over at Morgan, you could tell she was turned on by the way she was staring and was grinding in her chair.
After a few more minutes, she came over to met and proceeded to give me a deep kiss and bared her breasts to me as an invitation to suck on them.
The intensity of what has suddenly turned into a threesome was getting to me as Katy turned up her skills and whatever willpower to keep myself from coming suddenly shattered and unloaded into her mouth.

I laid around and kissed kissed Morgan and Katy (wink!) and snuggled with the both of them and talked a bit more about just nothing in general.
Since it was early, I asked if the ladies wanted something to eat; Katy and I agreed to share a pizza.  Morgan however, picked the Filet Mignon without hesitation.   Wincing at her choice, I went ahead and got it and chose not to make a comment about it.

e laid back down and returned wound up stripping and proceed to give Katy a little lovin' on her clit and switching back and forth to Morgan; fingering and licking alternatively.   At one point, I inserted a couple of fingers in Morgans pussy and ass. Inserting another finger in her pussy, she requested to be fist fucked.COOL!

I washed my hands and tried to go at it, but my hands appeared too be big** for that when Katy stepped up to the plate, (as shown here, just before the insertion) and was able to fist her for a couple of minutes as Morgan seemed to have a single long (and LOUD!) orgasm. As we wound down, we sat there discussing the guys.  It was 6:30pm and we were now waiting for the guys to show up.  Morgan was resistant to continue doing anything else until more men came by, in case she thought I was just a con-artist only wanting a threesome.

Being more than a bit anxious, I started calling and texting guys, to show up. Pat had to blow off the party AGAIN(!) due to personal reasons.  The others were either stuck in traffic because of the weather or was simply waiting to be fashionably late, when I informed them that the girls were WAITING, they seemed a bit more motivated.
The first to show up was Jalapeno, a tall, thin Hispanic man, dark haired, with a quiet demeanor.
Morgan was on him almost instantly and Katy's first words to him were, "Do you want some head?"

I love enthusiastic women.

He begged off a bit and was busy with his blackberry and we all talked a bit, but refused to take anything off and said he wanted to wait for the other guys, so we sat around and talked a bit.*
Morgan was fuming because he constantly fought off her advances.
He seemed to relax a bit more when I suddenly heard Katy talking to him in spanish.
Didn't know she spoke spanish!
When I joined in the conversation, he finally confessed that he can't really get into it unless there are other people performing.
Throughout this entire exchange, Morgan was fuming because she didn't speak the language and made it VERY clear that it was rude.  To mollify her a bit, I tried switching to english, and then started talking about jobs and such.
Whatever.

A bit later, Brad showed up; Katy once again offered him a blowjob.  His pants dropped instantly as she dropped to her knees.
Morgan finally gave up on trying to molest Jalapeno and turned her attention to the newcomer and kissed him deeply.***
 Eventually, he wound up sitting on the bed while one girl firmly attached to his cock and the other going from kissing him to sucking his nipples and her being fingered.
I climbed on and entered her pussy.
It was at this point Jalapeno started to look interested and was getting closer to the action, still fully dressed, he knelt behind Katy and fondled her breasts and kissing her neck and looked closely as she continued to suck Brad's cock 
It seemed to me like he was extending his way to suck his cock with her, but I initially forgot my train of thought as Morgan was starting to scream out out as an orgasm. Pushing a thumb in her ass as I banged into her, she said she wanted a cock or a toy.  With minimal effort, I slide on in and she was REALLY loud and felt her sphincter muscles clamp down on my cock, making me come a second time.


Going to the bathroom for a bit to clean up followed by Morgan, I ask if she's having a good time.
With a smile she says she's enjoying it quite a bit, but was wondering when more men were going to show up.


Good lord.


Leaving the bathroom, I saw that Brad was, at this point, eating out Katy...with great results.  She was screaming, eyes rolling, the whole nine yards.  It's quite obvious that the man has some serious oral skills.  Once she had an orgasm and was literally twitching, he turned his attentions to Morgan and started to eat her out as well.   


Making my way to suck on Katy's nipples, I spotted that Jalapeno had FINALLY dropped his clothing and showed he had a VERY respectable cock and was busily stroking it.  Strangely, it wasn't erect, but I had something else in mind and concentrated on the nipple I was aiming for.
He came over and I initially thought he was going to kneel next to Katy's head so he could get a blowjob.  Next thing I know, his face is within inches of mine and we're licking the same nipple, but seemed aggressive enough where he tried tonguing ME!  I backed off a tad to reposition myself and he tried coaxing me into sharing her nipple again, and I was cool with that.   I'm not afraid to cross swords, but I wanted him to be clear that I was straight.   He seemed like it was cool, and we carried on as before with no issues.
When I had switched to eating out Morgan, I felt a mouth around my cock....that had a 5 O'clock shadow.  Looking down, I saw that it was him again!  Being too into what I was doing to Morgan (eating her out and having a couple of fingers in her ass), I decided to ignore it after I saw Katy looking on in a look of hunger while she was stroking Brad.
As I moved up to climb on top of the object of my desire (and detach myself from Jalapeno), to enter her pussy, he was right behind me, feeling my cock and rubbing her clit.
Okay, I can still handle this.
Finally, he made a move I was NOT cool with and finally had to diplomatically take him to the side and talk to him about it. 
I told him he was more than welcome to come to the Bi party, but *I* wasn't Bi.  Brad overheard this and casually asked if he could go too.
My jaw dropped open.
"You're Bi too?"
"I will suck and fuck cock as well as pussy." He said nonchalantly.
The girls were stunned and were visibly drooling.


With that, they proceeded to put on a bit of a show for the girls, with Jalapeno's cock going down Brad's throat. 
The girls were lying on either side of them watching and gently kissing and rubbing the guy's bodies. Going up to Katy, I gently started to rub her clit, while her eyes were glued to the two men and came rather quickly.  As I made my way to snuggle up to Morgan, I found some resistance.  I figured she just wanted to watch the bi-play (sorry, couldn't resist!),  so I didn't make an issue of it as I took in the scene.

The girls eventually wound up putting on a bit of a show for us as well.

It was at this time that the Cajun FINALLY called at about 9:30pm.   Turns out he was waiting for ME to call HIM.  I told him to hurry over, and he showed up within 20 minutes, he was saying something about the storm when he caught the view of a couple of nude females.

Katy immediately popped up from talking to Jalapeno about a work related thing and walked up to Cajun uttering the familiar words that brought a couple of giggles:


"Do you want me to give you head?"


It took him a moment, caught himself and dropped his trousers.  She immediately took him in deeply for several minutes****, and passed him off to Morgan who was anxious for a new cock in her.
Brad bent over Katy onto the bed and proceeded to give her, what she said later, was a most fabulous pussy eating. The best she ever had.

Morgan commented later that it was the ONLY time in the night that she had an orgasm and said a few fairly (what I thought) were derogatory things about Jalapeno's inability to maintain an erection.*****  
Somehow during or after the latest rounds of screwing, they were discussing the toys that were, lying on the table, (We had used the smaller, white one several times, and were cleaned), and Katy was saying how the red one was too big, for her.  Morgan, on the other hand, said that she could easily put in the red one.

Brad immediately grabbed it, and started to, at first, gently push it in, but after a minute or so, he had very powerful strokes into her pussy, which resulted into ANOTHER screaming orgasm.

At about 11pm, The Cajun got a call and had to leave to cover an overnight shift, which was fine with me.  He was a nice guy, but he wasn't much of a conversationalist.
Then again, this party wasn't really meant for that, but still it's nice to be social.  Since he was at the last party, he was gracious enough to hand me money to help pay for the room, and I discretely put it in a glass.
At about the same time Morgan asked if Katy can take her home (apparently, they talked about this ahead of time), since she had to go to work in the morning.  She then asked for money for breakfast.
I looked at her stunned for a second, noticed Katy behind her had the same expression and blushed a deep red.  Making a fake apology I pointed out I didn't have any cash.


Not catching the hint, Cajun pointed out that he just gave me some cash and OFFERED it to her!




"Are you all still going to be here if I drive back?" 
Without hesitation we all said "Yes."

The girls left and that left all us guys sitting around and I aired my concerns about Morgan's lack of civility and rudeness, and gave examples of what happened before they showed up.


They all just shrugged it off as a "Typical female behavior".  Once again, I was almost struck speechless.


Having to interject something here, I've always believed that a certain amount of "familiarity" is okay, if you were friends with people for a certain amount of time, but NOT when you barely met the guys several MINUTES before fucking them.


Yeah, I'm weird that way. 


Cajun just shrugged, made an excuse and left.


Jalapeno and Brad got back to business and started to take turns sucking each other off and they both asked me if I wanted in, I told them I was perfectly okay with just watching and waiting for Katy.


No, I didn't even think of taking a picture. I promise to next time.


Some time had passed and half an hour later, I got a call from Katy if the guys were for sure they were going to be there. Looking over at the two guys attempting anal sex, I told her that she had better hurry, but yes, they were going to be there.  Turns out Morgan wanted a SIT DOWN breakfast, knowing the guys were waiting.  Katy deciding to just get something through the drive through and said she'd be there shortly.


After another 45 minutes, she arrived and instantly dropped her clothing as we totally ravaged her body.   I got together with Brad and shoved our cocks inside her mouth. She was in sheer heaven as we both did so.  The position was a bit comfortable, Jalapeno took over my position as I got behind her and fucked her anally. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips as I got a steady rhythm. 

We all alternated in the various positions of her sucking us off, fucking her pussy, ass, sucking her clit.

Anything that would be possible with three guys and one girl, we did.  
She was a VERY happy camper.
Some time later, we opened the windows and watched the rain pouring outside, and were amazed to find people in the hot tub, they spotted us, and waved.  I in turn, opened Katy's top.  Kinda' wondered if they knew what had occurred there earlier. Considering it was obvious that Jalapeno was still nude (you can't miss that cock dangling between his legs), I wonder if they put 2 and 2 together.   Three and one, in our case.

At about 2:30am, we decided to call it a night, and we all left at the same time, and as the guys peeled off, I walked Katy to her car.

"I had more fun without Morgan there." she finally said.
"Do you not want me to invite her again?" 
"It's your party, but I thought she was rather rude at times." she continued, "and besides, she didn't treat you particularly well.  On the drive back, she didn't seem to like you all that much."


That kinda' surprised me, but it gave me food for thought.  It was an interesting end, to an otherwise enjoyable evening.


* Initially, we didn't know what to think of him, but you can imagine as the night went on, it was...interesting.
** Oh Yeah! Big hands, ladies! You figure it out.  Yeah. right.

*** Now, you have to remember, the guys are walking into a room with two nude women that are suddenly throwing themselves. They are like kids in a candy store! 
**** Katy later told me that he was unwashed, but didn't back away because she thought it was rude, but was a little irritated that he hadn't been cleaned up when he knew he was going to get laid!   She's such a trooper!
***** He was often seen stroking his cock, throughout the evening, and never "finished" fucking any of the girls.

Wanting an opinion

Just having completed my latest party, I have taken a few photos.

Nothing with faces on there, but a couple of nice shots.  Was wondering if I should publish them on here...for at least awhile.

Take into consideration they don't know about the blog, but the photos are generic enough, it would be doubtful that they would know it's them if they saw it.
So if my 5 readers can muster together and comment along with answering the poll, I'd certainly appreciate it. 
Hopefully I can come to a decision by the time the stories are ready to be published.

Going off Half Cocked...

I have a particular fondness for a particular brand of slacks.

They're roomy, they're very wel made and I heart them.
Having recently discovered they made SHORTS, I was there....but I also discovered how roomy they are! Talking to a fellow blogger, Starfish, about my loving these shorts, I showed HOW roomy they were....So she wound up convincing me to put this today.  My only (I believe) HNT!

Enjoy it.
Or not.

Don't know when to shut up? Fine.

Since I started this little project a few months ago, you can imagine some of the weird emails I had to pour over.  While a few were rather suspicious and cynical about the party and my motivations behind it; they will usually give it a leap of faith and agree to come.  I still expect a 50% turnout as far as the men goes.

One of the guys that was scheduled to come started hounding me after one of the initial emails was sent out started hounding me a bit.

Now, this requires a little going back in time, so indulge me.

Initially he was stoked, he seemed like a nice guy, didn't seem full of himself and then came the kicker:

"Do you have a pic of the girl?"
WTF?
"I don't really have one."  I am not about to hand out pictures of other people willy nilly.
"Well, I was curious on what she looked like."  Fair enough of a question, but I thought I'd head it off a bit.
"She's a BBW. Is that a problem for you?."  Which was true.  He was getting laid, wasn't that enough?
 "Well, no.  I was just curious." 
"If it's that important to you, then perhaps you should look elsewhere for fun."  I was getting a bit peeved, he apologized and I had to go.

I generally blew off the conversation and didn't think much about it.  That is, until the final emails were sent yesterday when my phone started buzzing:

"Hey, did you ever get those pics?"
Trying to remember, it occured to me I never agreed to pics.
"Umm...no.  I didn't think that was important."
"Well, are they black, white? What?"
I stare at the phone in this yokel, slack-jawed look that I give from time to time.
"You know, maybe this party isn't right for you."  I gave up.
"No, I was just curious."

I ignored it and blocked his ID from my phone.

You're getting laid, the girl is going to meet you unseen (We're thinking of a blindfolded scenario), and in a room *I* am paying for?  Fuck off.

Another Darwin survivor was one that seemed intelligent enough, he was articulate, but somehow simply couldn't find it in himself to simply send a torso pic.   That's all that was really need.

Nope. wouldn't send it. Period.

Screw him too.

I mean, men are lucky to get laid at all, in life.  They have a chance to get the anonymous sex that is practically offered on a silver plate and they SUDDENLY get picky?

Sorta' like a man out in the desert getting picky about the water because he's not sure if its Tap, Desani, or Fuji?

I mean, REALLY?

Panicking as usual

You know, setting up these parties can be a bit on the stressful side, particularly with some of  flakes I have to deal with from time to time, and I had a few unexpected things come up, they usually turned out okay.  Usually.
Talking about this with another another blogger, she seemed to have simply thought of it as the same thing as when she has a dinner with people. She always frets just beforehand, because of the details involved and worries that no one is going to have a good time.

When I brought up the fact that this was a bit different, then a dinner party, she had to conceed in the fact that there WAS a bit of a difference.

Dinner party, you usually know who's going to show up.
My party, you HOPE the right amount of people show up.

Dinner Party:  Everything is set at a table to eat.
My Party:  The eating involves someone naked having a good time.

To really make my hair stand on end, there is also the small matter that I realized how I only got Six males to come. 
Six.
Is it any wonder why I'm in a panic, considering?

Don't really have to worry about Katy, she's a shoe in, and this will give us a chance to talk seriously about dating.
Of course, there is the small matter of trying to squeeze in all that while other guys are banging her, but whatever.

I'm Shy.....until I get my first cock.

My phone buzzed unexpectedly at midnight, I flipped it open and turned on the chat program:

Katy: "Hey cutie!"
Me:   "Hey sugar. What's up?"
Katy: "Party is next week, right?"
Me:   "Of course."
Katy: "Good. Just a little nervous."
Me:   "Understandably so, anything you want to get off your chest?"
Did I mention she had a substantial chest?
Oh. My. God.
Katy: "I want you to fuck me first, I'm shy around new people."

I spit up the water that I was drinking.

Me:   "REALLY?"
Katy: "Really.  Once I get a cock in me, I'll relax and then I'm down for anything."

We then started talking about other things in general and it appears she seems like she's strongly hinting that we should date.

Katy:  "Why don't we go out together?"

I took that as a hint.
Responding that we should sometime, she eventually decided she needed to get some sleep for an early morning drive.

My response?  I drop the phone and fall into the couch wondering what in the world am I getting myself into.

When bloggers collide..

Over the past couple of weeks, a certain blogger (who I will refer to as "Starfish.") has contacted me, for what I believe is just a friendly chat in email.
No big deal, and our conversations delved into sex, relationships, our blogs and such.  It was a thrill for me to find someone I can talk to someone frankly about our various adventures and frustrations.  She was very intrigued on what happens "behind the posts" and got some juicy information.

We then got to talking about phone sex, online erotica and such.
The more we talked about it, I started to crave a bit for phone sex.  A lot.
Having decided to put an ad for phone sex, I didn't even get a nibble.


After I had relayed this to to her a bit, she shared how frustrated on how her promised encounter didn't pan out as well.


We were talking about some scenarios that got us both worked up.
"Can I call you?", I finally asked.
"Sure, wait a bit before you call, I want to get the toys out."  She quickly responded, relaying the proper information.

I pulled over to a discrete part of the gas station I was at and partook in a very hot session.  From what I could tell she had a very satisfying time and with a few well worded phrases, she got me over the edge.

We hastily had to end our phone conversation, but it most definitely took the edge off.
Later on in chat, I told her that I looked forward to more conversations like that.

Seperate ways?

I paid a visit with Sharon last week for some fun sex, and apparently, she is having some misgivings since our last adventure.  While our encounter was satisfying, I could tell she was a bit more distracted than usual afterward.  She confessed that she had fun, but that she felt that a line was crossed in her cheating and needed sometime to reflect about her marriage, her sex life, and her life overall. 
Asking what she had in mind, she said she still wants to see me occasionally, but only under the rules we established several months ago.
We agreed that that would be our only means of communication for now unless she initiates it.

"I hope you understand, I really enjoy my time with you." was her response after we agreed to the rules.
"That's okay, and I understand." was my response.  I totally respected where her head was at.
"But, I will leave it up to you if you want it rough or not, I love how you handle me." she said with some hope in her voice.
"Your body is fun to play with, I'll watch for the cock signal." I tenderly nudge her with my hip on my way out the door.
"When you see the signal, I'm always ready for you." she said with a giggle, and with that she gave me a kiss through the car window before hitting the garage button.

For what I suspect is the last time, I backed my car out out of the sleeping neighborhood and into the dark.

StormCloud....

Some interesting things have happened over the past week and it is going to require several different posts, but I will try to get as much in without being a bunch of babble...which is going to be a first with a post of mine.

I think I need to explain the dynamic between Stormcloud and I; even though I have explained it briefly in the past, the need to expound on it came upon me while I was talking to a fellow blogger (which deserves another post).

We met around 15 years ago while I was heavily into swinging and even more active than I am today.  We were as different as night and day sexually and morally, but somehow I was able to date her for a short time (Monogamy was ROUGH!). The more I knew about her and her past and the things she had endured I was in awe about the mettle this woman had.  
While we were intimate, she rarely did more of the things I liked (at the time, I was more heavily into the D/s thing) but discovered a love for anal sex (To date, I'm the only man she has let do that to her).
As we eventually cooled and found other relationships, we saw each other infrequently and quite platonic.
When she discovered I broken up with a then girlfriend, she confided how things weren't going well with her marriage; it was then that I became "The other man".
Things eventually came apart with her husband and her life started to fall apart with my trying to help her out as much as I could financially, emotionally, and physically.
This part of our friendship took its toll on our friendship and realized our relationship as "Toxic" because she was draining me and decided to slowly ween her off me.
Over the years (six or so), while her calls to me were increasingly infrequent (much to my delight), every call that she made was greeted with a certain dread; but I couldn't refuse her calls.
The conversations basically went to talking about difficulties about her job, her kids, her health issues, etc and just totally brought me down.
I could have won the lottery, had a kid, and had the worlds best sex THE SAME DAY, but after one of her phone calls, I would be ready to drink arsenic, slit my wrists, and jump off a building with hungry crocodiles at the bottom with a gun to my head to shoot myself on the way down.

It was that bad, but I was the only emotional anchor she had in this world and didn't want to let her down.

Nowadays, it seems like she just wants sex; apparently her current boyfriend isn't doing it for her and she's sending in the closer to plug that extra hole (or whatever her thinking is).

For now I have to be on guard of her getting back into my life.

THIS is why I call her Stormcloud.  Don't get me wrong, she's a beautiful person, and would do anything for anyone, if she had the resources, but to me, she has gotten to be Toxic.

And I'm seeing her tonight.