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NUDE-A-PALOOZA

8/15/2007

PART ONE





It was all about living for the moment. I’ll never forget
my first bang party.


It was about four years ago when I received my very first
invite for what would become one of the most extravagant
swing parties ever demonstrated in Northwest Indiana.
They called it, “Nude-A-Palooza, ” and VIP notices ran
into the triple digits.


The very generous and horny hosts for this event were willing
to extend big bucks for a nude bash that would soon change
many people’s lives forever. My most fond memories have
always included a good nude frolic or big bang anyway, so
it wasn’t as if anyone would have to twist my arm to get an
R.S.V.P. from me.


As I read over the invitation, blood rushed to my head leaving
me dizzy and aroused. Just the thought of getting to live
out some hot and sexy moments with an entire group of like-minded
individuals really got my inner fires burning red hot.



After all, the best naked and sexy memories I can recall
before Nude-A-palooza were from high school when a couple
girlfriends of mine and I decided to get buck-naked during
a game of basement pool with three other guys. However,
there was no sex and that was such a long time ago.


I was pushing thirty, divorced and my internal sex clock
had reached a point of no conventional return. I was ready
to do the familiar with the unfamiliar and a naked sex party
sounded like about the best way to cool the sexy, hot flames
of internal combustion. Without hesitation, I responded
to the invite with enthusiasm.


Just before leaving home, the night of the party, I stood
naked in front of my dressing room mirror. While examining
my body carefully, I began to grow evermore concerned over
which sexy outfit to wear. Realizing that I would be completely
naked for most of the night did make the choice somewhat
easier.


According to the invitation, there was no theme for this
party but everyone was encouraged to wear something unique,
comfortable, and most of all, sexy, so I finally selected
a gold glitter bikini outfit and accented it with gold hoop
earrings, and gold, open-toed, spiked heeled sandals
that strapped up to my knees like Carmen Electra. I completed
the look with gold body glitter and fuck- me- red nail polish.
In essence, I wanted to be, “The Golden Lady.” The outfit
did prove to be very sexy under the disco ball lights, and
I did receive many compliments in the early evening before
taking it all off for pleasure.


The party took place at an undisclosed location in unincorporated
Valparaiso, Indiana, and everyone received private limo
service to and from the party. The party house itself was
set in an exclusive wooded area off a gravel road and came
complete with pool, barbeque pit, a very large hot tub and
as many as eight bedrooms.


The foyer had a cathedral style ceiling, and the main party
room was, at least, two thousand square feet with three
pool tables, four dartboards, a grand piano and disco floor.
Mirrors, of the likes you would find in a workout facility,
lined the walls of the main party room, and the wood floors
were exquisitely crafted and smooth. In addition to having
eight bedrooms, the perimeter floor of the party room came
complete with queen mattresses and pretty pillows of various
color and character.


All participants were encouraged to be punctual, because,
according to the hosts, the party couldn’t officially
begin until the guest list was entirely complete. Upon
entering the mansion, everyone randomly picked numbers
out of a cowboy style, ten-gallon hat, and women gathered
on one side of the party room and men on the other. Of course,
there was no explanation given whatsoever as to why.


Once we selected all the numbers, the hosts explained the
rules, reminded us all to have fun and gave a short welcome
speech. They went on to explain that there was an even number
of guys to gals, and whatever gals number matched a guys
number, that person was to be your very first bang partner.
And just to make things really steamy, they ask us not to
reveal our names to one another.


After everyone enjoyed an anonymous encounter, they said
that the rest of the night was ours and we could show interest
in whomever we wanted just by gently tapping their shoulder.
They also reminded everyone that, “NO MEANS NO, ” and not
to take it personally if someone passes you over because
there were enough horny people for everyone to fuck, have
a good time and go home satisfied.


Reminding everyone to be wise and practice safe sex, they
also emphasized the many various locations throughout
the house where large fish bowls of condoms could be located.
Free and abundant, near the same locations, K-Y Jelly and
Baby Wipes were also available.


As soon as the main host shouted, “Let the party begin!”
the room became a mad dashing scene of shouts and hands held
high overhead to reveal the bold typed numbers for which
each of us had a match. Several couples had already removed
most of their costume attire and were running around totally
nude.


As everyone scrambled to locate their first anonymous
partner, some guy’s cocks were already hard and flopping
freely in a swinging fashion with pre-cum glinting, and
girl’s asses jiggled amusingly like Jell-O. My number
was thirty-six, and it didn’t take long for Mr. Thirty-Six
to find me, with his bulging fly and baseball attire for
a costume.





After a somewhat lighthearted introduction, and without
exchanging names, we shook hands, smiled at each other
anxiously and quickly began to get undressed with the others.
I removed my gold bikini bottom first, revealing my freshly
pink-shaven pussy, followed by the gold top, which my partner
was kind enough to help me remove.


Although they were beginning to hurt my feet a bit, I chose
to wear the gold spiked heels a while longer for a more sensuous
and sexy feel. Indeed, the knee high straps made me feel
so very sexy, as I wanted this moment to be as memorable and
hot as I could possibly make it.


After we were naked, Mr. Thirty-six asked me where I wanted
to do it. Quickly, I shifted my eyes once around the room.
“How about over there, ” I said, as I pointed at one of the
many mattresses situated along the mirror-lined wall.
As my anonymous guy reached out his guiding hand and led
me over to the spot on the floor that I had selected, I could
feel my nipples harden a bit in the air-conditioned room.



Checking my pussy for wetness with my discerning hand,
I took position on the mattress, stretched myself out,
and rested back on my elbows. While looking up at his hefty,
hard cock staring down at me in a bobbing fashion, I watched
him roll on a fresh, nicely ribbed condom. It was delightful
to watch the glistening party room lights reflected in
the pre-cum at the tip of his mast.


Bending on his knees to my eye level, we began to play with
each other’s tongues in a flicking and swirling fashion,
and we kissed one another very deeply. After a few minutes
of skin stroking and tongue sucking to enhance the mood,
I asked him if he would care to take some licks of my sweetness,
and before I could even finish my words, he was dipping himself
into position.


His warm tongue felt delicious passing over my clit for
the first time, and a rush of sexual excitement like I have
never experienced before swelled up inside of me until
I thought I would instantly cum. My pussy had been itching
like a bad bug bite ever since I walked through the front
door, and his hot licks on my cunt, coupled with the public
display, was euphoric in a way that words can hardly explain.



As his tongue ventured deeper inside of me, the tempo of
my breathing fastened until small, shrill up-turns of
vocal display were audible. I almost came instantly again,
and I could sense the good feeling waves swirling in my tummy
even more, but I wanted him to cum inside of me the way I liked
it.


Encouraging him to move his head away from my pussy with
a gentle nudge of my hand, I put on one of the best little fuck-
me- please-now faces that I could manage, rested back on
the pillows and spread my legs invitingly. He then moved
over me and steadied his full erect manliness over my port.



While gripping, guiding and simultaneously masturbating
his cock with one available hand, very skillfully, I managed
to maneuver it into a position exactly where we both needed
it to be most. It felt warm and blunt against my sweetness
as he pushed himself down from above, sinking about halfway
inside of me for the first stroke.


He thrust slowly out and back in, as we gazed fuckingly into
each other’s eyes. Closing mine, I could feel the first
ripples of pre-orgasm pulsing through me.


Some entangled fuck-couples were laughing and moaning
close by us, and others seemed content as voyeuristic bystanders.
While some slow to disrobe females were still getting naked,
many of their horny counterparts were holding their cocks,
watching us in a friendly, gazing fashion and masturbating
themselves quietly. Concurrently, some couples were
already grinding their bodies together with frozen expressions
of pure pleasure on their faces.


Letting go a small sigh of fuck-breath, as he pushed his
cock deeper into me, I could suddenly feel the strange man’s
cock swelling up inside, and I knew he was going to be a quick
shooter, so I suggested we switch it up and try doggy soon.
I instinctively knew, from experience, that my orgasm
would be much more intense that way.


Assuming the doggy position, he re-entered me and began
to fuck me somewhat faster with more even, well-timed strokes.
While entangled in our passion, another naked couple fucking
next to us removed an ostrich feather from a nearby vase
and began to switch it gently against my bare ass and my pussy,
as well as, my partner’s pumping tool. This was definitely
living for the moment and I loved it!


While Mr. Thirty-six continued thrusting me doggy, this
idea to cum while sitting on top of him entered my mind, so
I eased away from his cock a little and asked him to lie down
on his back. Crawling on top and taking the helm, I cradled
his cock with my soft, feminine fingers, lowered my pelvis
and watched it disappear inside of me.


I could see myself sitting on top of him in the mirror now,
which was most erotic. I had never really watched myself
fuck before, and seeing all the other people fucking as
well really got my erotic senses burning white hot.


While riding up and down on his cock, I could feel my blonde,
pageboy style hair lightly brush against my naked back,
and I could glimpse appreciatively at his swollen shaft
pumping in and out of me in the mirror. I could also gaze down
and exchange fuck-faces with him. Making good fuck-faces
and engaging intense eye contact are some of my strongest
fuck-me-points. It’s kept many a man coming back to my bed.



The air conditioning was cool against my skin, which made
me extremely sensitive to his touch, and at that moment,
all my senses were running in over-drive and I knew what
was coming. I guess that’s why they call it cumming. Now,
I know!


My first orgasm came just seconds after he shot his load,
and I could never imagine how much cum could’ve been running
out of me if not for his condom. My toes clenched hard and
my legs stiffened, as I sat down hard on his cock and became
openly vocal for the very first time.


“Oh!........ God!” I exclaimed, while thrusting my forehead
backward and then forward to a holding position, as he forcefully
lifted me up by pushing his torso firm against my ass and
cunt.


“God, your pussy is sweet, ” he whispered aloud to me.


My mouth was stuck in an “O” shape as another ripple of pleasure
erupted throughout my body. “I love your cock!” I then shouted
to him, as some spectators standing around us began to applaud.



“ Oh God, that was a rush!” I said. “Don’t pull out just yet!”
I pleaded with him. “Hold it inside for just a little longer.
It feels so fucking good! Oh God, I’m coming again! Oh God!........Oh,
God! Aaahhhh!!!!......Shit!!!!!”





While basking in the erotic afterglow of our session, his
cock slowly began to slurp out and away from my pulsing port,
as I uncontrollably collapsed onto my stomach. Without
warning, another wave tore through me, and once more, my
body shivered relentlessly. Recoiling to my side in uncontrollable
laughter, I wiped away the fuck-sweat from my brow and clenched
my tummy with both fists.


Soon, other wild and crazy fucking couples started to piss
and moan with pleasure expressions all around us. Their
bodies rocked and their faces contorted in gestures of
sublime orgasm. It was a real fuck fest! It was an honest
to God fuck fest and I was part of it! Now, for the rest of the
nightly adventures! Whew!


After chatting it up for a while with a few of the other naked
girls in the bathroom, I slipped off my gold, spiked-heeled
sandals and decided to go out back of the house to observe
what other activities were going on. The cool wood floor
and then the warm concrete patio deck soothed my sore, bare
feet, as I shuffled my way outside. It felt good to be naked.



Passing the pool and hot tub, I saw many couples fucking
in most every imaginable position. Some were fucking doggy
style, as well as, missionary by the edge of the pool, while
others were totally submerged and splash-fucking in the
water. Two girls floated in inner tubes while guys dove
and swam underneath, taking turns licking their pussies
unidentified from below. Their abrupt pleasure cries
cut as if a razor’s edge split the remaining meld of grunts,
ball slaps and laughter.


The barbeque aroma was delicious and one of the cooks asked
me, with a grin, if I would like to help with a little bit of
preparation. Handing me an apron and spatula, he gave me
a once over, winked at me and said that some very fun games
were about to begin.





Donning apron and spatula, I helped with the turning of
hotdogs, burgers and chicken for about a half hour before
I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. Turning to look, I was
amazed to see this gorgeous hunk of a black man standing
there.


He smiled a set of perfect white teeth and told me his name
was, “Maurice.” He said that he had been watching me fuck
in the house, and he couldn’t wait to get to know me better.



I shook his hand and told him my name was, “Jennifer.” Then,
I asked him unabashedly if he had ever measured his cock.
Honestly, it was one of the largest I had ever seen in my twenty-nine
years!


“Nine and a half inches, ” he replied with a warm, sincere
smile, and then he asked me if I would like to try it out over
by the poolside. Wondering to myself if it would, honestly,
fit inside of me, I said, “Sure, let’s go! Why not?”


Removing my apron and setting it aside, as I followed him
to the pool, the grass felt cool and refreshing between
my soft, naked toes, and the air felt delicious against
my pink, little shaven pussy. He led me to the pool area and
asked me if I liked stand-up doggy.


“It’s one of my most favorite, ” I shot back at him as I kneeled
before his magnificent, black cock and wrapped my tiny
hand around the base of it. Devilishly, I began to flick
my tongue on the underbelly and suck gently at the head.
I tried to get as much of it as possible in my mouth but couldn’t
even come close.


After bringing him to full mast, Maurice led me over to a
lawn chair and asked if holding on to the back of it would
work for me. Without answering, I just leaned forward a
little, stretched out my hands and braced them firmly against
the high back. Spreading my legs wide as possible, I rocked
up onto the balls of my feet and put my sweet ass up for him
to fuck.


He commented genuinely on what a nice ass I had as he smoothed
his large, dark hands over the white curves of my butt and
up my back. Guys were always telling me what a nice, smooth
ass I had. After slapping his cock against my cheeks a couple
of times, he selected an extra-large sized condom, which
seemed to hardly fit him, applied a bit of K-Y to the tip and
began to work it inside of me slowly.


At first it hurt just a little, but I didn’t dare say anything
that might make him want to stop fucking me. I just gripped
the sides of the table, put my head down and bore it all, as
Maurice’s cock slid all the way, down to where it felt like
it was in my uterus. If my pussy wasn’t already loose from
previous fucking, it could have hurt worse.


“God, what a monster!” I thought to myself. At that moment,
my only regrets were that I couldn’t see the fucking, like
before. Some of my naked girlfriends from the bathroom
told me that black men were the best at these parties and
that I should never pass up a chance to be with one. Now, I
knew what they meant!


Maurice was my first, and if they had only allowed pictures
at this event, I definitely would have had a photographer
photograph our fucking poolside. It was just that hot!



His strokes were smooth and masculine, and I knew that I
would cum many times before this fucking machine of a black
man would ever come close to cumming. And, that I did, indeed!
I came more times than I can ever remember cumming in my life!
And fast!


My toes grappled with the soft grass, and I became so uncontrollably
vocal that I must have gotten the attention of everyone
outback because a rather large circle of masturbating
spectators formed around us. Men and women alike were digging
at their private parts, and a guy who was watching us a bit
close jacked cum all over one of my jerky legs. Lucky for
him, the sexiness of the moment was all that mattered to
me. Under normal circumstances, I would’ve freaked, but
these were not normal circumstances.


I was deep into my orgasm and loving Maurice’s cock. After
about twenty minutes of pumping me, he slipped his cock
out, rolled away the condom and hand-jacked cum all over
my ass and backside, as he released an enormous lion-like
roar of pleasure.


This, of course, followed with great applause from the
peanut gallery, while one of the hosts stepped up and handed
me a moist wipe. Maurice was gentleman enough to help clean
away his creamy spunk from the crack of my ass which I thought
was nice, and the guy who had shot a load on my leg apologized,
but at this point, I had almost forgotten about the incident.






PART 2


It was beginning to get a little cool on the patio and the
damned mosquitoes were starting to bite, so I ventured
back inside the house to ask one of the guys standing there
if he had a tee shirt I could wear. He was an Asian guy, standing
alone, who presented me with a Jimi Hendrix, Are You Experienced,
tee with a quick and quirky sort of smile that telegraphed
to me the message: “I want to fuck you too sometime, you’re
hot”


He reminded me that he had been watching me fuck on the lawn
from the kitchen window, and he complimented me on being
one of the sexiest girls at the party. He told me that I was
beautiful when I was standing on the balls of my feet having
my orgasm and shaking my legs like a cement mixer.


He also told me that my feet were pretty and expressive when
I fucked. He said, “I loved watching you dig at the grass
with you’re little toes when you came.”


After chatting with him for about ten minutes or so about
toes and fucking, he just straight up asked me if he could
feel my pussy with his cock. He wanted to put it in for a quick,
harmless sort of feel, as he put it. All the while, he never
ceased his whimsical smiling at me.


I replied, “Sure, why not?”


“How about I just get in the doggy position on that empty
bed over there and you just sort of sneak up behind me and
catch a harmless feel?” I said, smiling back at him with
a wink. “Just don’t stick it in my foot!”


“Yes, yes!” he exclaimed quickly. “I like it doggy!”


Moving over to the bed, I assumed the knee position and lifted
my ass up for him, as he followed me with his cock swinging
at a mostly stiff forty-five angle.


“Now, just a quick feel you know…..That means you take just
a few strokes and that’s it….no more, ” I said jokingly
to him, as I waved a fuck me red painted fingernail his way.



“O.K. Ms. Jennifer….just few strokes!…..O.K.! O.K!….just
few strokes!” he replied as his stiffened little cock nodded
up and down at me with enthusiasm.


As I remember best, he moved to the bed in a frantic sort of
manner. What a cute guy. He started fucking me in an agitated
way as if he hadn’t had a lot of experience before, so I just
let him keep on going.


“Your pussy tight, ” he said to me. “Feels good…….Mmmmmmmmm….Aaah!



While he toyed with my pussy with his hard, little tool,
I looked around the room to notice Maurice now fucking a
Latin girl on the floor missionary style. He was pumping
his load right into her as her legs flew high and wide. What
a monster!


The room was beginning to smell like musky sex. People were
fucking on the floors, in the stairwells, and one girl was
even getting it on top of the grand piano.


While being fucked for the third time, and with all the sights
and smells of sex in the room, I could feel the waves coming
in my tummy again. My little Asian guy started cumming too,
as he fucked me faster, and I came with him………… Hard!


“Ahhhhhh!!!!! Ms. Jennifer, your pussy feels gooooood!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!.......I’m cumming, Ms. Jennifer….Ooooooooooooooooo!!!!!



“Oh, fuck it, baby!” I said to him. “Yeah, fuck it sweet,
honey!” I replied.


He was the only guy who came in me that night and it didn’t
take him long to squirt. I just didn’t think that he got very
much action and it was fun to just please the little guy this
way. You’ll hear more about him in future stories because
I fucked him at almost every party after Nude-A-Palooza.
He was just so much fun, and he always managed to find me.
Others always enjoyed watching us fuck, as well.


After my Asian friend and I were finished with our fucking,
he suggested that we check out the back lawn activities.
Braving the mosquitoes, we pushed open the sliding glass
door and said hello to the heat and humidity, once more.



Out on the lawn, there appeared to be a naked black lady,
somewhat skinny, with a leopard print painted onto her
skin, tossing fire rings into the air and jumping through
fire hoops. Someone told us of a contest between select
groups of men for a good romp with her. Men were tossing horseshoes,
and it was winner take her right there on the lawn for everyone
to watch!


Barnum and Bailey seemed to have little or nothing on the
select entertainment for Nude-A-Palooza. There were
naked jugglers, bottomless tuxedo waiters serving cocktails,
a naked man on stilts and even naked clowns pulling rabbits
out of hats and performing other tricks as well.


By the fence row, gearing up, was a glory hole competition
with which I got involved. They called it, “Guess Who Cock
is.” Allowed sight and taste only, a girl could try to guess
the name of the guy hidden from view behind a painted screen.
Only the cock, in all its glory, would be visible to the female
participants through a small, round opening.


Due to widespread familiarity, guys like Maurice, were
restricted from this contest, because their cocks were
simply too easy to identify. Only with their cocks concealed,
could we meet the qualified men briefly, before they disappeared
behind the screen. First prize for best guessing in this
contest was fifty dollars.


Of course, who do you think won? Those in charge of the contest
were probably not aware that I had fucked the Asian guy earlier
indoors because, when we fucked, everyone inside the house
was preoccupied with their own fucking, and most likely,
no one noticed us there on the bed.


Just before the contest started, he winked at me in his quirky
way again, which telegraphed the message to me that he would
make no mention of our having insider’s knowledge of each
other’s private parts. With the cocks secure, quickly,
I identified his and assumed the knee position in front
of it, before any of the other girls would have a chance.
Pretending not to know him, I stroked and blew the little
guy for about three or four minutes before just straight
up identifying him by name. I did this intentionally to
try to improve my score of innocence in the game.


Of course, no one suspected a damn thing, and I’ll have to
admit, the fifty dollars did come in handy! Unfortunately,
not another single girl participating could identify
even a single cock. So much for cock guessing.


It was just after the Leopard Lady performed her impressive
fire ring dance that I met my first tried and true bang partner, ”
Peter.” He was just the sort of guy I was hoping to meet at
a party like this. He was tall, handsome, a metal head like
me, well structured and he had the most gorgeous long hair
I’d ever seen on a man.


We kept chatting to a minimum, before we just cut to the chase
about banging. He asked me where I wanted to do it, and I suggested
we venture back inside the house and do it on one of the pool
tables in the party room. It was just an idea that seemed
to come to me out of nowhere. Maybe the idea chose me; I’ll
never know, but as you’ll soon see, I’m fucking glad that
I made the choice!


After finding an open table, a couple of guys helped me to
steady myself as I crawled my way on top of it and took a standing
position. Feeling free now to make a complete spectacle
of myself, I removed the Jimi Hendrix tee shirt, flung it
out to the side, took a bow and laid my sweet ass down on the
green felt for what would become one of my most favorite
sexy memories of all time.


Peter followed my lead and took a standing position over
me and smiled down at me, hands on hips, as a group of onlookers
gathered to watch us fuck. Condoms were being tossed all
over the place at us and one of the hosts stepped up and presented
Peter with a towel to place under my ass so I wouldn’t ruin
the felt with my juices when I came.


Before the show began, a couple of girls standing near the
edge assisted Peter with his condom application. One girl
would giggle and work his cock with her hand and then the
other would get in some licks. It gave you the impression
that he was a prized racehorse, or at least, someone very
special. Needless to say, these girls didn’t waste any
time getting him ready for the show.


The next thing I knew, Peter was on top of me and we were fucking
like two zebras, as onlookers` clapped their hands together
to accentuate each of Peter’s smooth and confident strokes.
If Peter increased his fucking tempo, so did they. The clapping
and cheering muted most of my hot and sexy vocals, but my
hands gripping the edge of the pool table, legs jerking
back and forth, high and wide with stiff, curled, little,
red-painted toes were all pretty good indicators of my
heightened degree of enjoyment.


In no way does it lessen the beauty or the intensity of the
pool table incident to say that it was a, “fun fuck.” I’ve
fucked many guys in my time and it’s been fun before, but
I can never recall laughing my ass off as much during any
prior sexual encounter. It was pure, simple fun.


Peter’s strokes were so sweet and hot that night. To this
very day, we have remained best fuck-friends, and whenever
our work schedules allow, we get a bed and breakfast somewhere
in Chesterton, Indiana and just fuck each other silly.
When I close my eyes, sometimes, I can still feel Peter inside
of me on that pool table, and I can hear the mix of voices laughing,
clapping, stomping and cheering us on.


For the very first time in my life, I truly feel sexually
liberated. I am, finally, living for the moment and quenching
the inner flames of my erotic desires, which, even today,
continue, to slow burn in my soul.


Nude-A-Palooza was a watershed moment in my sexual evolution.
It was just the beginning of what would become a whole series
of wonderful, sexy experiences for me.


Currently, I am married to a wonderful and sexy man named,
“Keith, ” and often I tell him one of these sexy stories
during our lovemaking just to tease him and get him excited,
but you never know. Someday, I might just surprise him with
an invitation to a swing party, or I might introduce him
to Peter, so he can see me in action for real! It’s one of his
most formidable fantasies. So, until next story time time,
happy fucking to all you horny people out there in Sexy-land,
and a very orgasmic weekend to all!





THE END

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A beautiful story and very well told.

8/16/2007

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Orgy...bi-racials...the whole nine yard.

9/6/2007