#AnotherSmallWorldStory

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Amateur Porn Festival, After Play Party, and a Personal Best

The first time I went to the HUMP! film festival - amateur porn, brainchild of Dan Savage - was about four years ago; I went with a group of friends from burning man and it was a blast. The following year I went with my friends Edy and Brigitte (now known to the world as Erika Love), which was also fun, and then sadly Covid caused a two-year gap in live attendance.

This year The Group (which is what our monthly play party crew is now calling itself) decided to make a pilgrimage to HUMP!, with drinks ahead of time, and an optional play party afterward. I decided to do drinks ahead of time and make the play party optional because I wanted to invite just about every single person in my sex network, and there would be a lot of new faces in the crowd. Best to give everyone a chance to meet ahead of time, and the option to play or not as they saw fit.

Drinks were at a bar near the theater, and it was very fun, with a good 15 or 16 people in attendance. This is a high-energy group, and the socializing was fast and furious. I’d say the most blog-worthy vignette occurred when my friend Gabi arrived, started mingling, laid eyes on my friend Liz who had arrived ten or fifteen minutes earlier, and said “oh my gosh, you’re part of this group too?”

The two of them approached me and told me they already knew each other (unbeknownst to me), as they had both dated the same guy previously, although not at the same time of course. And now they are both dating me.

At the same time of course.

The three of us had a little laugh. Partly because of the small world story, although that wasn’t the first small world story I’ve encountered in this world. Partly because they both, apparently, have a type.

The film festival was fun, although it would have been even better if the film featuring one of  my friends in Oregon had been accepted. I would have been excited to see her fuck on the big screen. She does have a copy of the film they made, and she promised to play it in one of The Group’s play parties when she is in town.

We sat in a group, and at one point my friend Elise, who was sitting next to me, leaned over and whispered “I need a cock.” I obliged, guiding her hand to my growing erection. Anything for a friend.

After the festival I passed out slips of paper with the address of William, our host for the evening, and everyone headed over. After a few minutes of drinking and socializing, we did an abbreviated version of the STI talk, there being so many people there, and play commenced.

A few notes about this particular party. Some people I thought would be there couldn’t make it, and other attendees were a pleasant surprise. When all was said and done, we had nineteen in attendance, ten women and nine men, by far the largest turnout for The Group to date. Party notables of whom I’ve previously blogged included Adam and Jennifer, Glen and Laura, Heather, Elise, Gabi, Cynthia and her crew, and of course William and his girlfriend Dawn. 

Side story about Cynthia: regular readers may recall that she and I had a few adventures a number of years ago, but she lives in the East Bay north of Berkeley, and I’m mid-Peninsula. Any one who knows the San Francisco Bay Area would agree these two locations are pretty geographically inconvenient, across the Bay Bridge, and getting together during weekday evenings was time-consuming and difficult. So while Cynthia and I had remained in touch, we hadn’t seen each other in a long time. I hadn’t even thought to include her in the party invitation list, although in retrospect I realize I should have.

Fast forward to the party planning, a few weeks before the event. William reached out asking if I minded him inviting a few friends. I told him no problem but asked their names as I was keeping a headcount, and responded it was Cynthia and her husband Scott, and their girlfriend Kate. I chuckled and said, oh, sure, I know them, they are great.

Apparently even when someone else is doing the inviting, there’s still a chance it’s going to be someone in my network.

At the party there were many highlights. I played fucked eight separate women that night, a personal best. Before then, I’d fucked as many as six women in one night on a couple of different occasions. My friend Rosemarie, cheerleading me from her home in New York (she splits her time between the coasts), had told me to “fuck ‘em all, dude!”

I came close. I would have fucked all ten women but both Jennifer and Adam and Laura and Glen ended up leaving early. Had I known, I would have tracked them both down earlier. Oh well. Maybe next time.

There was a new couple there, Grace and Bhagwat. Grace was extremely sexy and fun, with a gorgeous face and amazing tits, and a sex drive that might even dwarf mine. I played with them early in the evening, Bhagwat watching while I fucked Grace and went down on her. I tracked them down again later that evening, and, donning a fresh condom, told her I was going to fuck her. 

Her response: “Which hole?” 

I don’t need to be invited twice. Bending her over the couch, I lubed her up well and fucked her in the ass. After a good while of that I grabbed another fresh condom and fucked her in the pussy. All while once again Bhagwat enjoyed the scene. 

Heather was a big highlight. She and I played very late in the evening, but I had my eye on her all throughout the night and was happy to be able to pin her down (quite literally, as it turns out) on a chaise lounge. She had been to the last several parties, but she had turned down a big birthday celebration I’ll be throwing for myself shortly (more on that later) because she has a lot going on with work and kids and life and hasn’t been feeling all that sexy these days.

Well, Heather is just warm, and sexy, and one of the most fun women I know in bed. I held steady eye contact with her as my rock-hard erection entered her warm, inviting pussy, and it felt very much like I was coming home. It felt incredibly natural to be with her, and our bodies seemed to meld together. I so loved the connection, and she told me she did as well; in fact she told me given her experience that evening she was feeling sexier again and I just might be able to entice her to join my birthday soiree.

Here’s hoping!

But I’d have to say the two stars that night, and the highlights in my book, were  Elise and Gabi. Elise can be a bit shy at first, especially as she knew hardly anyone at the party. I told her I’d stick with her as much as I could but being one of the hosts, would be spreading my attentions around. She told me she would be fine. Nevertheless, when the play started I grabbed her, led her to the primary play space and began undressing her. She is voluptuous and sexy, with amazing tits. I loved grabbing them and watching them bounce up and down as I fucked her.

When Elise and I were finished I started moving from woman to woman and Elise also moved on to the other men in the scrum. I kept watching her out of the corner of my eye and noticed that while she started out a bit timidly, she ended up doing great, chatting with everyone and playing with a broad swathe of the attendees. Later in the evening she gave me and another guy a double blow job, then the three of us moved to the main play area where he fucked her from behind while she gave me a blow job on her hands and knees. And then he and I switched positions and we repeated the process. Later she told me that she had fucked seven of the nine guys and that everyone made her feel included, sexy, and comfortable. This for a woman who hadn’t had much sex in the past six months. 

I couldn’t have been happier for her. 

But I might have been even happier for Gabi. Gabi and I have dated here and there for about three years, but she’s very busy with work and kids, so we see each other when we can. Over the years, I’d brought up the idea of groups on several occasions: foursomes, two men, two women. She consistently declined, noting that she was more of a monogamist at heart and the idea of group sex had no appeal. 

Because I was inviting “everyone in my sex network” of course I wanted her there, and she was sufficiently intrigued by the idea of the film festival that she wanted to come. She does love sex after all. And she was excited to come for the pre-drinks as well. She wanted to meet these people I’ve been talking about.

It was evident that she really enjoyed meeting everyone at the bar. The Group is educated and engaged, sexy and fun, and Gabi told me later that she was attracted to several of the guys there. At the bar and after movie I checked in with her about coming to the party, and she she kept playing it coy, but with a discernable twinkle in her eye.

Well she did come and she was spectacular. She plunged right in, mingling and playing with couples and singles alike as if she had been doing it her whole life. It’s often not easy being a single person in a party like that, especially where so many people know each other already and most of them are coupled. But she was a champ. She moved easily from couple to couple and person to person, and it seemed like every time I spotter her she was kissing someone, playing with someone’s tits, sitting on someone’s face, or siting on someone’s cock. 

I think the thing that surprised me the most was the degree to which I saw her playing with the other women that evening. Not only was she nominally not into group play, but she had been very adamant about being into men but not women. Until that night. During chatting break, she told me she was surprising herself by having fun with the women, and the next day she told me that the evening had even inspired her to rethink her dating life completely.

It seems we have a new convert.

I think the most indelible image of the evening, and the one I want to leave you with, came late in the evening when Gabi and Heather were playing with William. Heather was sitting on his cock, Gabi on his face, and the two of them were kissing and playing with each others’ tits. Looking to join the action, I came up behind Gabi, ran my fingers through her hair, kissed her neck, and started playing with her tits.

As I was doing so, I leaned into her ear and whispered loudly, “is this decadent or what?”

In response, she arched her back, cocked her head coquettishly, gave it a three-quarter turn and whispered her response.

“So decadent!”