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As always, I am a big slag for first times: there is something special about getting to participate in a kink you’ve never tried before. Today’s amazing guest blog, by kink correspondent extraordinaire Jenby, contains not one but two of her first times. It begins at her first orgy, and gets even hotter from there. Honestly, I can never thank her enough for the amazing adventures she’s happy to share here on the blog, and I always worry that these intros don’t do justice to her wit, her horn, and her playful creativity. We’re very lucky to have her here…

Playing with numbers – my first orgy

Sometimes it’s tough having as many kinks as me.

It doesn’t feel like there are enough hours in the day to really commit to wringing everything one can out of a particular fetish, when there are 99 others awaiting your ministrations (and yes, bitchplay’s one).

As a result, the really niche stuff tends to get more of a look-in, because there are fewer folks kicking around who are up for indulging it, and it can take more planning, preparation and/or purchasing power, so requires a greater degree of effort than the more vanilla fare.

And it’s because of this I suddenly realised last year that I’d made it to 33 without ever attending an orgy.

For someone as wantonly slutty as me, this seems like an oversight.

Sure, I’d attended countless play parties and even the odd swingers event, but in nearly all cases couples or trios would keep to their own devices, and the most sexual partners I could boast in a single sitting was three.

For a hedonistic polyam trans girl, such numbers are less Dionysus, more dire niceness.

Naturally I set about correcting this universal imbalance, but early attempts proved fruitless. One potential sapphic sexfest to which I was invited started at 10pm.

STARTED.

At TEN PM.

To reiterate, I am THIRTY-THREE. I have a BEDTIME.

Another possibility, this time at my place, ended up getting postponed out of existence due to scheduling conflicts, and I finally accepted defeat. That is until one day a fortnight or so ago when I found myself lying on my back in a club having hot wax dripped on my tits.

Nothing unusual about that, but things were about to take a spectacular turn, even by my standards.

The event in question was a bake-off themed play party, because of course it was, and as a consequence I’d made a decadent vegan chocolate cake and dressed up, towering wig to tighted toe, as Marie Antoinette (because I’m fine with being apocryphal so long as I’m hot).

And hot I most certainly was. Especially as I slipped a mouthful of said chocolate cake past the lips of an impossibly gorgeous trans girl and invited her and her impossibly gorgeous Mommy to come and audience for the scene I was about to endure with my own Mummy and our Mistress, Monika Müller, while our mutual friend Motti and my metamour milled and mingled.

Mmmmmmmmmmmm.

In short order Mummy and I were lying beneath our Domme as she coated our exposed torsos in the searing liquid, and before I knew it an appreciative crowd had amassed at the door to our playroom.

I disappeared briefly to clean off, and when I returned a FLINTA-flavoured cuddle puddle had formed, comprising all of the above parties but with fewer clothes and less cake.

Presumably in a bid to find some lingering traces of said cake, I made a beeline for the girl who’d so gratefully sucked it from my fingers a few minutes earlier, and kissed her so hard and so long that when we both resurfaced even this seasoned breathplay slut was gasping for air.

Cue the first of three orgasms (sit tight, the final one’s a doozy).

I asked her Mommy if they fancied the same treatment, and as we locked lips my world descended into the most blissful blur, only coming back into focus when my second orgasm crashed over me, getting spitroasted by a biodick tickling the back of my throat and Mistress Müller’s strap buried in my arse.

Not content however, she flipped me over and swooped down for a deep kiss before continuing to plough my well-used hole, visibly drunk on the sight of my helpless, spasming pleasure.

I was quite sure I’d nothing left in the tank but was more than happy to let her have her fill.

Then something unprecedented happened. I felt my orgasm building once again, but my limp clit lay there impassive as the crescendo completely bypassed my sex and went straight for the desperate maw milking my Mistress’s dick, and I exploded in a third, definitive climax.

Breathlessly, I informed the astonishing woman balls-deep inside me that she’d just given me my first ever anal orgasm, whereupon she swelled with pride and kissed me again, her fiery hair mingling with my blonde locks as I savoured the contrast of her soft lips and hard cock, neither wishing to withdraw from my spent body’s warm embrace.

Today is my 34th birthday, and I’m pleased to report to the Jen from this time last year re her orgiastic aspirations: achievement unlocked. With a little extra, to boot.

Now to try and schedule individual playtime with all the participants, if I can find enough hours in the day.

Sometimes it’s tough knowing as many hotties as me…