My Unexpected, Explosive Orgy Where Three People Shared Me

Damn right, I'm a greedy bisexual!

Fair warning: very explicit talk of my real-life sexual experiences

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I went to my third orgy in a very short period of time earlier this year—pure orgasmic pleasure, bisexual revelry, and unexpected encounters that still swim in my wet dreams!

I'd kissed plenty of necks (and taken many dicks), but never more than three or four people at a time. Five or more people make an orgy, right? So when a new friend in the kink community invited me to his house, I eagerly jumped on the opportunity like the time I rode a bear bareback.

“Hey, welcome! I’m glad you made it!” my friend said with a sweeping hug.

I scanned the room and only saw a couple familiar faces. I hovered on the peripheries, a wallflower yet to take bloom. Multiple partygoers observed me with interest gleaming in their eyes, voices raised with anticipation. Tension was so thick in the room that I was practically gasping with lust already.

I quickly locked onto a short brunette with a pixie cut tucked behind her ears, wide glasses framing her hazelnut eyes and heart-shaped face. A tight dress hugged her curves and tugged at my heartstrings.

I approached her, buzzing with nerves. “Hey! I’m Zoë.”

She smiled back with the same curiosity, and we launched into conversation. I watched her mouth move while she spoke and wondered what else she could do with it. I started salivating, surprised by my own appetite that I could barely swallow. I erupted into butterflies, not sure if I could stomach them. She was just a breath and a kiss away.

I used to be more of an exhibitionist. But I turned voyeur with her, getting off by watching the tangle of sweaty bodies writhing in ecstasy, draped all over the living room. I absorbed the energy all around me (which I’d unleash on myself and bask in alone later). An older woman sucked her slender, long-haired husband's swollen dick while being fucked, red hair streaming down her back.

She was moaning louder than I've ever heard anyone do with a cock in their mouth, vibrating down his shaft to impressive depth until she was choking. The couple wore thick, long lashes that fluttered mesmerizingly.

In the other room, a Domme hit a man with strike after strike, the slap of flesh so satisfying. He groaned but still begged for more. She giggled with such giddy delight. A trans woman rode a cis man's cock with another hard-on pressed against her backside, grinding in between her cheeks. I exhaled with relief at the sight of another body like mine.

A person radiating intimidating confidence with the thrust of their hips against their partner started commentating on what we observed like live captioning, or what they called heckling. "I'm a total heckler at orgies!" they said. I joined in on the fun.

We kept bursting out laughing, not taking ourselves too seriously. I think some of the exhibitionists must've had a humiliation kink or something because that only seemed to egg them on. That, or they were just so lost in the moment that they blocked us out haha.

I sank into a makeshift mattress with a sigh. But I didn't want to miss the action, so I kept craning for a better view. The heckler warned me about orgy neck. "It's a real thing!" I threw my head back with a roar, my arousal flipping on like a light switch I finally found in the dark.

I edged closer to Pixie Cut until we were skin to skin, my pulse and pussy throbbing like an urgent problem I needed her to solve. The Heckler proudly produced what happened to be the same exact vibrator I use at home, the Satisfyer Pro 2! A pro at efficiently getting me off in 10 minutes or less daily.

“Want me to use it on you?” Pixie Cut asked. I nodded hesitantly, then enthusiastically. I felt okay with an audience (albeit a distracted one). She pressed the tip against my big clit, slowly escalating the pressure until I was humming with pleasure.

“Um, can you actually go down on me?” I asked her. She eagerly switched to using that pretty mouth to make me speak in other tongues. My stream became a gushing fountain.

The red-headed woman finished swallowing a load and then ranted and raved about her oral fixation, watching us with her long-haired husband.

“Want to join in and suck my nipples?” I asked them boldly.

She latched onto one of my nipples ravenously while he took the other, not needing to be told twice. She moaned all over my breast, sending ripples through my chest. They sucked me simultaneously while Pixie Cut was making a feast of me, then they all rotated to take turns tasting! I wasn't able to cum, but I was still transported to another dimension, my spirit astral-projecting onto a screen for the whole room to see. They noisily slurped me up, better than any slushy. Nothing’s fruitier than me!

I reversed roles once they drank their fill. I returned the favor to Pixie Cut, licking up and down her labia while two others sucked her nipples. She came so hard and so fast, crying out, "Ughh FUCK, I've never come like that before EVER!"

Fuuuuuck that set my pants on fire. I smacked my lips, her flavor lingering down my throat. Nothing I love more than giving head! Getting people to writhe and shake underneath my expert hands and skilled tongue…But damn, The Heckler was right about orgy neck haha.

Bathing in a puddle of bliss, Long Hair curled up against me and his wife, Red Head, on the other side. When he got up, Pixie Cut slid into his warm spot. With two women clinging to me, my mind resounded with the realization: I’ve finally reached the point where I’m comfortable enough in my sexuality that I can have sapphic affection not centered around male pleasure. In the past, I would only kiss girls when men were watching…until they would interject with their dicks.

In a smug dude moment, I noticed other guys on the sidelines, benched while I was the celebratory champion. I was the MVP, but not playing for their team anymore. My performance anxiety melted away as I relaxed into my dual femme embrace.

The sort of unlikely threesome that teamed up on me that night heaped praises onto me. I was nervous about exposing my hairy, transmasc skin to cisgender strangers, but they enthusiastically adored every inch of me without missing a beat or treating me differently.

Their worship of my awkward, mid-transition self soothed insecurities I nurse (mostly) in secret. My ego shot through the roof and shut down my dysphoria for once, loosening me up emotionally just like my insides were lubricated. I shed my many-layered mask in a way that only the release of orgasms and rush of endorphins allows.

A couple of people chimed in, “I love your bottom growth!” and asked me questions like, “What are some of your favorite changes so far?”, cradling me with kindness and rocking me with respect.

"I loooove your hair, these sexy fishnets, and your body soooo much!!" Red Head gushed as she traced the edge of my sheer jumpsuit, raking a long-nailed finger over my hip bone, causing me to shiver and blush impossibly even redder under her touch.

Long Hair didn't say much because, well, his tongue was busy too, and I shrunk in with shyness when he bore his gaze intensely into mine. I can fuck people just fine, but kissing—connecting face-to-face—feels way more intimate.

Being with him opened me up to connecting with men again for the first time in over a year after so many of them fucked me over the past few years, and not in a good way! I kind of see (cisgender) men as the embodiment of everything I want to look like, but nothing I want to be like. My complicated relationship with masculinity personified in the flesh. In a sense, gay encounters are like a window to my soul—what the mirror refuses to reflect to me...yet.

“This was so surreal, like something out of a fever dream,” I lazily announced to the room in my hazy afterglow. “Not to mention, hot as fuck!!! And my bisexuality is extremely satisfied. I feel like a virgin exploring sex again…despite everything that just happened.” Our collective cacophony of laughter rang out, joy palpable and soul-stirring.

Damn right, I'm a greedy bisexual! Why can't I have my cake and eat his too? I'll save hers for later. I'll have a double serving of theirs.

Fresh hope and explosive desire bloomed in my chest…and crotch. I beamed brightly enough to illuminate that dim, red-lit room and banish any remaining doubts. THESE are the intimate experiences that I live for—that splash of color across the canvas of an otherwise dull, stressful life. I can't wait until the next time my fountain becomes a flood.

Lust drips down my chin, a greedy grin as my petals stir and yawn open wide again. Spring showers are cummming! Any and all genders can take a drink. Let's see if they can satisfy their thirst.

Me, I'm insatiable.

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