How to build a gang-bang part two

There's been a bit of delay from the last post, but life, the universe, and everything conspired to keep my blogging limited. For those just catching up, building a gang-bang is mostly about planning and logistics.  It is also somewhat about sex.

Let's introduce the cast of folks on the night in question:

Layla - centerpiece of the evening and receiver of banging
Lana - my other gf and fluffer for the evening
Long-time kink friend #1(Brett) - one of the first people I met in 'the scene' in LA.
LTKF's girlfriend (Angie) - his accomplice for the evening
Long-time kink friend #2(Kevin) - another good buddy in 'the scene'.
Long-time kink friend #3(Butch) - geez I'm running out of names I can remember :-)
Poly boyfriend #3(Tim) - One of Layla's other boyfriends that was more than happy to help.
Spectator couple - very attractive lady friend and her bf.

Attentive readers will note that the dramatis personae have changed from part 1. Did I mention how planning was important? Illness happens and did so to some of the prior people.

It is the day of days, the night of nights. Lana and I sojourn towards the hotel. I had chosen this spot from another private group sex party that Eris and I had attended. We arrive at the hotel early so that we can check the room out, lay out supplies and tell people how bad/good parking is. We take the room they offer and head up to check it out.

Upon entering, we find that is is nicely cooled but it is too small. There are two queen beds and zero room for more than four people sleeping. Back down to the front desk I go to get the suite that I thought I had reserved. Note to hotels - just calling all of your rooms suites is a bit of a disservice to those booking online. The hotel was great and put us in an actual suite. The suite had not had AC all day so we dutifully turned it to freezing and let time do its work.

We set up the party favors - one bed had all of the toys for the evening, rope, floggers, cane, single-tail, etc. I set up the liberator on the other since we may have a squirter attending. We also set up the supply station with a tray of condoms, several bottles of lube, and gloves. Have I mentioned how important gloves are? Then Lana and I went out for dinner secure in the knowledge that housekeeping was going to have a very interesting time the next morning.

Kevin arrives and we hang out and chat. Layla arrives with snacks and adult beverages. We help her set up the snack bar, and ice the beverages. Layla has very smartly done her shopping the previous night, dutifully loaded her car that morning and driven to work - in LA, in a warm September. The chips and dips and crudites she removes from her bags are fine. The Trader Joe's peanut butter cups not so much. They were more of a congealed mass of awesomeness that none dare approach without ingesting one thousand calories.

As we're laying everything out she mentions she wants a glass of wine before things get really hectic. To our horror, we've forgotten the most important piece of kit, one that is now part of my toy bag, the bottle opener. I call Brett and ask him to obtain one. If no one can have a drink, your party will grind to a halt.

While we're waiting, we nerd out to various topics. If the new Star Wars movie will be good. How certain esoteric studies are going. The etymology of common words. Intellectual foreplay at its finest. During this panel discussion, I go to shower and make my final preparations.

As I'm showering I'm going over the details of the event and starting to feel pretty good. I'm happily optimistic for the evening. Also that shower head was magical. Duly shaved(in all the places) and dressed, I emerge to the end of the panel discussion.

Brett shows up with Angie and the corkscrew. Let the party begin now! This was our only hitch so far. Time passes. Tim arrives and joins in our panel discussion while Layla is having wine.

One of Reid Mihalko's rule for having a sexy party is to bar entry to attendees after a deadline. That time was rapidly closing and Butch and spectator couple have not arrived. I'm not worried just yet, but I don't want to have to be the enforcer and tell these people I like that no, three minutes after deadline they can't attend. I would have, but thankfully everyone gets there with about ten minutes to spare and my last anxiety is assuaged. The other rule Reid has is to get in a circle and have everyone go over their name/STI status/things they may be seeking during the evening. This gets a lot of negotiation out of the way if you find out that "Hey X person wants MFM tonight and is into guys like me". Our circle established who was getting banged, and who was just watching.

The party is assembled, now we embark to lands of pleasure unexplored. Layla gets up and changes out-of-sight into her party outfit.  She walks out and I do believe everyone's jaws hit basement, maybe even the sub-basement, and thence stuck platinum. She's wearing this fishnet teddy with fishnet stockings all set off by a schoolgirl skirt and five inch heels. She's leggy and svelte on a normal day. Tonight she was killer, just absolutely gorgeous. We took a group photo for posterity(no I'm not posting it) shared it with the participants and then got the party started.

Layla brought the music and got it going. She wanted to dance and those of us in the group did our best while she tried not to break her ankles. While we are enthusiastic, we are not regular clubbers. Shortly after our writhings, Layla broke for some wine. This opening allowed the foreplay to start.

In almost every sex event, there is how you think things will start and then how they actually start. In my mind, I thought Layla might select a gentleman or two to start kissing and let thing proceed from there. That was thought was killed dead via the pride of lionesses that immediately surrounded Layla to comment on how gorgeous she was as they started to caress and kiss her. Thank for girls. Angie and spectator couple's woman are on her with hands and kisses. They very happily lead her over to the bed to laid down up on the liberator. 

Angie is very enthusiastic about Layla. Over the course of the night, I'm fairly certain she spent more time with Layla's labia than did any of the gentlemen. Soon Brett is called over and we have an FMF happening on the bed. I am pleased beyond belief and my pants are still on. Spectator couple reconvenes and watches the scene. The liberator is soon tossed from the bed since it has become more of an annoyance than an enhancement. Another reason to always insist on clean sheets from any hotel.

At this point I'm watching the FMF action and thinking, you know I bet Layla would be very happy to suck my cock while being shagged by Brett. This is where planning to bring your own fluffer is a smart move. Sexy times can be amazing to watch, but in this one-person focus setting, awaiting one's turn may not be as erotic as envisioned.

I call my dear Lana over to help get me up and going for the next opening. Lana dutifully kneels before me and starts her magic lips on my cock. A little bit of this gets my dander up and I take her hair firmly in my hand and start to throat fuck her in time to the shagging Layla is getting on the bed. When fully up to steam and an opening presents itself I stroll over to the bed and ask my darling Layla if she'd like to suck my cock while she's being shagged. Her reply of 'certainly' while grabbing and starting down on me brings a wide grin to my face.

Scene: Layla on her hands and knees working her lips on my cock, while being shagged doggy style by Brett and having Angie lick/play with her from underneath. As we're making/enjoying this scene, I notice Lana on her knees in front of Tim helping him. I'm well pleased with this since Lana is also an epic sexual creature.

We take a short break since bodies are falling off the bed and some general off-the-main-bed shenanigans are happening. Spectator couple has gotten down on their own thing and we're watching these sexy people do their bit. When the sex being had by the main participants encourages others to have sex, I think that's a good sign.

Post break Layla is ready to try the for the triple. I get on the bottom, Tim is positioned at the back door and we've got Butch ready for the oral section. I get in, Tim gets in, I slip out. Tim gets in, Butch isn't ready, and I get in. Brett heroically jumps up for our third. We have achieved a live real-person triple penetration. My girlfriend is airtight. I think we last like this for maybe five minutes before it breaks under its own erotic awkwardness. I'd like to think that for the participants and spectators this was one of the hottest things they'd ever seen. It was one of the magic moments of the night.

We break apart and Butch is ready and has some fun with Layla. Things get fuzzy in my memory for a bit but I think there's some Butch/Layla action while I'm watching I also think I shag Layla solo as well. I notice that Lana and Tim are deeply embedded with each other in missionary. I know that one of Lana's fantasies is to have an MFM. Seeing her with another man inside of her is hot and I walk over to offer her my cock. She reached for it eagerly and I can hear the moans as she's enjoying both Tim and myself.

As a deep perv, I've gotten to watch my Layla with other people, Lana on her knees with a new person, and now Lana with Tim and myself. To top this off, Tim has an epic epic climax (with protection) deep inside Lana. Having never played with Tim in the past I was amazed at the depth of his climax. It rivaled many women's reactions to sexual pleasure. Layla later informed me that this was typical of him. Lucky lucky man.

We try a second triple, I get the back door and I believe Brett is in the front and Butch is trying for the front. I get in, Brett doesn't, Butch is engaged until Layla starts adjusting for Brett and myself. This attempt falls apart and we all have a good chuckle. The room is feeling electric and erotic and fun all at the same time.

Angie and Brett and taking a break when I notice that Angie is wearing a jeweled butt-plug in for the evening. She and Brett engage each other for a bit. Watching a woman wearing said jewelry while fucking is damn hot. Brett and Angie disengage and Layla is back sucking on Brett's cock laying/lounging on her side. Seeing her at such a lovely angle I attempt another backdoor pass. This surprisingly works and we're getting an oral/anal MFM. This brings deep moans from all participants.

We disengage for drinks and awkward body angles. While we're picking ourselves up, I notice Butch and Lana going at it on the other bed - you go girlfriend! At this point, all of the women present have had some form of sexy times. Technically we're having an orgy as well but we can't be bothered to change the event title.

Everyone takes a break for a bit and I notice Kevin is missing. Lana tells me that during some engagement I was a part of, he told her that his head wasn't in the right space for this and he left gracefully. She tells me that she thought he seemed ok and that she made sure to check in with him. I make a mental note to follow up with him the next day just be sure he's ok.

Layla is endorphin drunk with sexual pleasure. I chat and caress Angie since she's lying naked across Brett and looking well pleased. We all remark on how well things are going. Spectator couple thanks us for the invite and complements us on the erotic energy present. After their departure, I take Layla over to the toy bed for some kinky shagging.

I tie her hands together and lie her back on the bed. Brett kindly holds them down while I grab her ankles and pull her legs apart. I enter her and start thrusting in a way I know hits her g-spot and hits it well. She's being held down and shagged hard towards a climax but something is missing. My inner dom leaps out and I grab my short cane and tell her to hold it in her mouth while I'm pounding her. This is effectively a predicament bit-gag and I tell her she must hold it at all times.

Layla is getting close to climax but the cane slips out. I stop, replace the cane and tell her to hold it and start my strokes again. The cane slips out again as she is tantalizingly close to orgasm. As I stop, I can see her glaring at me - she's just at the edge and nothing. Her eyes are plaintive and I tell her to say "please".  She does, I replace the cane telling her that I was serious about her holding it and that this will continue until she holds it through climax. We start again, Brett holding her arms above her head, cane clenched in her teeth. She flexes and writhes as her orgasm builds. She is a twisting dervish even while being restrained and this time she manages to hold the cane in her mouth during her orgasm. We release her and let her regain her footing.

It's a beautiful thing to see a person so engaged in pleasure that they may need help standing. Layla recovers, grabs a drink and asks for one final thing - a single tailing.

She lays down on the bed and I give her a very very very special single tailing. There are lovely marks and lovely noises from her. After the last lash, I cuddle and rub her. She's as content as a cat in a sunbeam, grinning drunkly from under her hair at me and the assembled crew. We then head into the shower for a wonderful warm soapy time.

We break camp and have a celebratory toast. The damage is as follows:

• Trash cans full of gloves, condoms, and bottles
• The condom tray is down to 1/3 of its original capacity
• Lube bottles are much lighter than we started.
• Happy happy people

We have the room but Layla wants to get home to sleep in her own bed. I wish to do the same. As we're packing up everyone remarks on how much acceptance, love, confidence, and openness the evening contained. As people wander off into the night, I am pleased beyond measure. This exceeded every expectation. Layla looks like the belle of the ball. Her grin and demeanor are such that you'd think she was the happiest person on earth and for that night she may have been.

I walk Layla to her car for lasting kisses and hugs, then Lana and I depart to spend the rest of the evening in each other's arms. We collapse into bed an celebrate another first for the two of us - the first overnight stay.

Waking up the next day I reach out to Kevin. He assures me that I was an excellent host and that Lana and the other spectators had made him feel more than welcome. I appreciated his honesty and manners in excusing himself. I'll be happy to have him at any of my other gang bangs in the future. 

Now comes the truly surprising part. I found out later from Kevin that Layla had contacted him to check up on him and his mental state. She wanted to see if there was anything she could have done as well and to be sure that he felt included. 

In that moment I went from being pleased to being proud. It's hard to put into words the amount of caring and outright love that poured forth from this debauchery. Layla, Lana, and all of the people who were there really made the night and the next day magical. I'm proud of them and of this event.

Lana is having an upcoming birthday and she knows what she wants for her next gift from me. This time we may hire a stenographer to take notes.

How to build a gang-bang part one

Since I last wrote many things have happened. I’ve been busy keeping two long term relationships going. This development has been a great joy in my life. In addition to Layla and prior to and hidden from this blog has been Lana. Lana deserves her own post since she was my first year+ relationship since Jinian, but that is not this post. 

Layla and I have been seeing each other through the better part of a year with occasional bouts of monogamy on her end. At one point, I mentioned I would be happy to be her platonic boyfriend if me shagging her bugged the other gentlemen in her life. Throughout the year we’ve played, dated, chatted, drank, talked, and moved furniture. I’m an all-purpose boyfriend.

One of Layla's dearest fantasies was to have a gang-bang. More on this, but first and aside: I’m pretty OK in the bedroom. I can wear out Eris and other lovers I’ve had throughout my swing/poly life. It’s one of my gifts. Layla and Lana tax my limits. They’ve threatened to have a three-way with me and I must say that thought is intimidating.

Back to the gang-bang. In my head, gang-bangs have rules. The first rule is, you can’t call something a gang-bang unless there is at least one more phallus than available orifice (I’m going to be horribly phallus/male centric in this post bear with me). I’ve seen way to many videos online where an MFM is sold as a gang-bang, that’s just a good evening. If you have a woman who only does oral and vaginal, you need at least three phalluses. More is better but three is a minimum.  Layla needed four. The second rule is that they also need witnesses. I recruited two couples that wouldn't participate but would watch. The third rule is nonexistent as far as I know.

Recruiting gentlemen for this task was no mean feat. For an amateur gang-bang it helps if they’d all been naked around each other before, were socially compatible, wanted to shag a woman in a group setting, and also wanted to shag the woman in question. The last part of the equation is the easiest, the second perhaps the most challenging. Can they all get along, will they understand that she’s occupied and they might have to wait their turn? Do they have fluffers? 

I’d tried in the past to recruit and found it challenging. I came up with a preliminary roster and went over it with Layla and she also suggested a paramour of hers that was poly and that I’d met prior to this. At the end of an evening I had six potential participants. This seemed like an excellent start. Now I just had to align the schedules.

I picked a venue. I picked a date. I picked a time that everyone could make it regardless of traffic. LA is awesome and cruel. I also remembered the words of Reid Mihalko on how to have a sexy party. (Find him on a podcast near you. May I recommend Life on the Swingset or Polyamory Weekly?) This was planned out at least a month in advance so people could align themselves and back out graciously if needed. This will happen to the participants once they realize that they may have to do all the prior prior paragraph’s items. 

I thought it would be wise to gather all of the participants together for a social meeting. I knew all of them, but Layla hadn’t met all of the guys. It was this odd circle of people that knew or knew of most of the people but all of the people in question had never been in the same room at once or read this run-on sentence. Due to the timing, one of the original group couldn’t make it. I reached out to a very dear female friend of mine to see if she’d be willing to ‘man-up’ as it were. I got the affirmative and I had a special surprise guest for the social gathering. There’s nothing quite like seeing your lover’s eyes light up when you introduce them to the woman that will be using a strap-on during their gang-bang.

Funny story, as I met the people at the bar, I almost didn't recognize Layla sitting at a table nearby :-). The rest of the evening went swimmingly. We got everyone introduced. We went over the ground rules of condoms on everything and gloves on all the hands. In my research on gang-bangs, the thing that ends them isn’t the amount of fucking, but the amount of fingering. The evening also got our pecking order established on the backdoor prize and also how much rough-housing she’d like along with the shagging. 

Stage is set, next time I update, the details of the debauchery 

Compound Interest

This is a story about how hard it is being TMAME.

SRSLY!

So, one evening, not too long ago I was telling Jinian about a MFM I was setting up for a lady I met on Ashley Madison.  She then informed me that I had never set up an MFM for her.

What?  After almost two years and many many many forms of kink and multiple partner scenes, was it possible that I had missed the simple and fun combination?  Why yes apparently it was.  I thought quickly and settled on Mr. Bakery for the other M in question.  This was most acceptable to Jinian.

After these set ups, another woman I had met and played sadistically with on fetlife informed me that she would like an MFM too.  I went forth and called upon my kink-buddies to help set up yet another MFM.  

Are you counting?  That's three count them three MFMs all within the space of about a month.

I figured I should thank Mrs. Bakery for her contribution to the project.  I offered her some free rigging, a personal pick-me-up call, or really anything she could desire that was within my means to provide.  She thought about it and told me that she's really like MFFF.  I knew Jinian & Eris would be more than happy to be the FF of the equation and I told her that it would be no problem to send the two of them over for her desire.  I figured Mr. Bakery would not be displeased at this outcome either.  Then Mrs. Bakery laid the bombshell on me.

She wanted me to be the M of her MFFF.

What have a learned from this - the work of TMAME is never finished!

You meet someone, nothing happens and all of the sudden

*bang* you're off talking about how much you enjoy certain kinky things and how far down the road of depravity she wants to go.

Hi there, I'm back - and front for that matter.  For once, I've had luck meeting a woman online and turning that into an actual face-to-face encounter - whee!

It was awesome, it was amazing, it was beyond words; ok so it was kind of 'blah' on both of  our parts.  The amazing thing was is that while we liked each other, we didn't feel any electric chemistry whizzing around in our brains.  It was odd, as Kyra noted, we are kind of a good match - in electrons.

Ah well, at least I've made another kink friend IRL.

Care and feeding of paramours

I'm going to confess something right now that I've never really typed or spoken aloud.

I really really really really care for my paramour.  

No, I'm not talking, or even thinking, about leaving Eris.  She is and always will be the love of my life.

This isn't some sappy infatuation of first rush romance.  This is a deep and abiding care for her ongoing happiness.  

For instance: I was discussing her with Diva the other night.  I said about her: She's truly wonderful. She's smart, funny, pretty, submissive, etc. Of course all this means she's had horrible luck trying to actually date men.

This makes me sad for her.  I want her to be happy.  It would be awesome if she could find a guy who understands what makes our friendship fun in the sack, but I'd be happy to forego any carnal relathions with her if she found a guy who was just crazy for her.
However, since some smart guy hasn't figured out that she's a true catch, it's still up to me to help her with her lustful needs.  She works crazy mad hours, but last week she texted me to tell me she had a night off.  I was overjoyed at this revelation and asked her what she wanted to do with her day off.  Her reply was:

I want kinky sex.

I can help with those needs.  My first thought was that the kinky sex should involve at least myself and Eris, and rope.  This would be plenty kinky, but since I hadn't seen her in a while I thought I'd kick it up a notch.

I called the bakery couple.  Bakery couple is a couple we've been with before and we've really enjoyed.  Last year for Eris' birthday, Jinian, I, and bakery couple had a menage a cinq at chez nous.  This time it was a surprise menage at Jinian's.

Jinian was quite pleasantly surprised when we all arrived at the door.  We all had some wine and chatted for a while, then we absconded to the budoir.  Most of the evening was spent with Jinian bound for our pleasure along with a suitable amount of team flogging her lovely tush, back, and legs.  Since it was her night off, I thought she should be the center of attention.

After the licking, sucking, flogging, and shagging, the five of us all lay naked on the bed cuddling and caressing.  That might have been the most awesome part of the night, well that and Mr. Baker's art on Mrs. Baker's backside.  As we arrive home, Jinian sent me a lovely thank you for making her feel spoiled.

I honestly wish I had the time to spoil her more often.  For now, I'll just have to make her beg for kinky sex more often.

It has been decided!

Through some furious texting back and forth, paramour #1 has finally been given a stage/pen/rigging name.

Ladies & Gentleman, TVs & TSs of all orientations, I present Jinian, the paramour who brings pleasure, laughter, and the occasional perspective change into Eris' and my life.

No she doesn't have a blog, for now she's a fictionalized real person.  However, I do get to see  her tomorrow night.

Update, due to other issues, tonight has been postponed to another - dang!

Bugging for posts

Someone told me that she'd like it if I posted more often to this blog.  I would never want to disappoint a wonderful woman like that so I've decided to get posting.

Today was awesome!  Go ahead ask me why!

I got to meet and chat with a beautiful and sharp potential paramour.   Hold on, let me give you a scorecard.  There are several women in my life that would deign to have wild crazy sex with me

1. TLOML - she's hooked into me by contract so it's lucky that we're both still crazy for one another.
2. Paramour #1 - she's a wonderful sub who loves to service me.  She and I are our regular extra-curricular partners.  She's a willing participant in my BDSM needs, and a true pain-lover
3. Potential paramour #1 - we've had a couple of outings and a whole lot of courtly SMS.  It's been fun, but our logistics aren't working
4. Potential paramour #2 - she is the subject of today.  Right now we're involved in courtly SMS, but we may take it further if the logistics work.
5. Other women I've met but for scheduling or other reasons haven't reached the stage of potentiality

Ok, PP#2 and I got to sit down for a chat today.  We had SMSd each other and made our mutual desires clear.  I think she found it refreshing and somewhat surprising how direct I was.  Within five minutes I was explaining to her why I could meet with her, how it was that TLOML would approve of our rendezvous, and if she knew what the hell she was doing.

After explaining to my satisfaction that she and I were good in the no-drama causing side-effects discussion we had a wonderful chat about things she'd like to do, has done, and possibly will do in the future.  As a gentleman, I walked her out to her car and received a wonderful hug and kiss from this beauty.

That sent the rest of my day on an emotional high.  Then, as if that weren't enough, I was lucky enough to chat with the Diva herself.  That's right, I swapped fingerings with the Debauched Domestic Diva herself!  We had a lovely conversation, parts of which will be the subject of  future post.

I'll keep you posted