"Let's have an orgy."

BY Fantasy Joe
Confess Your Erotic Fantasy

"Let's have an orgy," she had said, completely out of the blue. I was sitting alone at a booth in the local bar when this group had approached me. I had noticed them playing pool across the room. They were all undeniably attractive. 2 girls, and a guy. One of them with large breasts and a low-cut shirt. She had a plentiful butt stuffed inside some short shorts that were one size too small. (I didn't catch any of their names, but for the sake of the story, she'll be Kate). The other girl was more flat-chested but she was no less gorgeous because of it. Her butt wasn't big but it was perky. (We'll call her Sarah). Together, they were the best of both worlds. The man had feminine characteristics, but he was unmistakably male. (His name will be Tim). Kate must have caught me glancing in their direction, because she and her friends came over to my table. "Let's have an orgy," she had said, completely out of the blue.

Suddenly we were in a private room and we were all naked. I had an erection already and Sarah was giggling at how nervous I was. First, we rotated kissing, each of us having the opportunity to taste each other. I took turns suckling at the girls' nipples while I gave him a handjob. I layed down and Sarah rested herself on my cock while Kate sat on my face. They kissed and fondled each other's breasts on top of me. I licked her pubic hair and sucked on it while the other girl bounced around on top of me. Tim seemed satisfied enough watching and jerking himself. When Kate came, she squirted in my mouth and that was so hot it made me cum right then and there. Sarah smiled at me and moved to sit on Tim's face. When he wasn't looking, I licked his cock and he moaned out of surprise. I started sucking him off, then suddenly Kate was licking my asshole. Sarah came and soon after, so did Tim. With the cum still in my mouth, I turned around and shared it with Kate. We kissed until there was nothing left.

They never told me their real names and I never asked. We just shared a night and went our separate ways.

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fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul-Émile_Bécat
Born in 1885 and died in 1960, Paul Émile Becat is nowadays best known for his erotic illustration and portraits of famous French writers. He belonged to a modern entourage in Paris and was often surrounded by intellectual women.

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