BiPhoria – Anything Goes At Couple’s First Bisexual Orgy Party

The strobe lights flashed in a hypnotic rhythm above the undulating mass of naked bodies that writhed and gyrated on the dimly lit dance floor. The air was thick with the musk of sweat and sex, punctuated by hoarse cries of ecstasy and depraved moans of pleasure. It was anything goes at the first-ever bisexual orgy party thrown by the impishly grinning hosts, Tessa and Mark.

Guests had been carefully selected from the couple’s expansive network of friends, each a sexual adventurer eager to shed inhibitions and rut like animals in heat. Champagne and aphrodisiacs flowed freely, lowering caution to dangerous levels.

Tessa, a petite brunette with an irresistible grin and ample breasts barely contained by a sheer lace bodysuit, positioned herself in the center of a plush chaise lounge. Her long legs splayed wide, inviting all comers. Gasps echoed through the room as Mark, her lover and co-conspirator, knelt between her thighs.

With a fiendish gleam in his eye, Mark pushed aside Tessa’s panties and began to devour her dripping wet pussy with gusto. She tossed her head back with a wanton moan, fingers kneading her own breasts as the sensations grew. Her hands slid up to grasp Mark’s head, pushing him deeper into her heat.

While Tessa and Mark put on a live sex show, the rest of the party participants watched, mouths agape. Their own inhibitions lowered with each sip of liquid courage, a licensed free-for-all primal energy pulsating around them. Soon the dance floor became a writhing tangled mass of flesh, society’s mores tossed aside like dirty laundry.

The walls reverberated with primal grunts and wet slaps. Couples fucked with wild abandon, the women’s moans almost drowned out by the sound of spanking hands connecting with plump asses. Overturned furniture littered the space as partners unfolded tumbled onto tables and against walls.

In a dark corner, a young man pinned his girlfriend against the wall, their hips madly gyrating together. Her moans turned frantic as his thick cock pounded into her most sacred place. Their moans careened to a fever pitch, until they convulsed together, his seed spurting deep as she clenched and spasmed around him.

Nearby, three women, two blonds and a red-head, collaborated on a cluster of thick straps and cocks. Wearing only harnesses crisscrossing over their bare flesh, they sank to the ground in a tangle of limbs and lips, pleasuring one another with unabashed lust. Their cries of release mingled with the grunts and groans sounding from every corner.

Tessa called to the gathering mass, her voice breathy with need. She crooked a finger, and two men and a woman separated themselves from the pile and lunged towards her. She lay back, spreading wide as two throbbing cocks jutted into her mouth and pussy simultaneously. The woman bent to lick along the shaft not inside her dripping cunt.

Customers gasped and moaned at the orgy unfolding, rendered electric by the sight of raw lust. The remaining enviable assembly followed suit, hurling themselves into shapely masses.

A group walked into the living room where they crawled onto the plush carpeting, dem marked by the dancing bodies overhead. They formed a sloppy pile, legs and arms entwine, breasts and cocks proffered. The electrified air above snapped with sexual tension, energy thrumming through the room and into their flesh.

As the night waned, Tessa and Mark looked out over the writhing couple’s orgasmic thrashes. A respectable number had collapsed mercifully, bodies spent. Tessa and Mark exchanged wicked glances, grinning ear to ear. Perhaps “anything goes” had been an understatement. But it had been one hell of a party.

The next morning, as the guests slowly drifted home, most with glazed expressions and unsteady legs, they couldn’t help but overhear snippets of the dazed chatter. The party was plastered across bi-curious lips around the city.

At the next “kink meets” social, common ground was made as eyes darted around, searching for familiar faces from that fateful bash. “Did you hear about the new orgy party planner in the making? Mark and Tessa… anything goes indeed.” The name of the new hosts became the party tomorrow’s talk today, as if by magic.

The next big orgy party was bigger.

And anything went. As usual.