Guest Blogger: Jimmy on The New Religion
I simply wanted to demonstrate my belief that music could set the soul free, from both the restrictions of the body and also the isolating impediments and encumbrances of the modern world. I’ve seen moments in Who gigs in the early 70’s where the vibrations were becoming so pure that I thought the whole world was just going to stop, the whole thing was just becoming so unified.
Pete Townshend
Did you ever do something and feel like you were doing it so well that it was just effortless, automatic? My fellow distance runners know what I mean and I imagine people who play an instrument know the feeling too. You just get in the groove and you don’t even think about it. It just flows. But for most people it’s not about playing the guitar like a virtuoso or running as fast as a NYC marathon champ. I’m talking about doing whatever you like to do and doing it at your personal best level. Some days you just have it. You feel a force guiding you; you feel a connection, a vibe, euphoria or whatever you want to call it. Have you ever felt that way during sex? I know I have. It can be an experience bordering on the spiritual.
Well I had one of those experiences last weekend. Actually, two of those experiences in one day. It started with a 6 mile run in the afternoon during which I felt like I was floating. I felt like I could have run forever but I didn’t want to tire myself out for that night’s Halloween party. I finished my run and said to myself, Hmmm, this could be a night to remember. I feel really good. I wonder if my great run will translate to a night of even better sex.
A few hours later I was on the sidewalk outside Grego’s loft waiting for Daniella, the Dominican, to arrive at the Halloween edition of the naked loft party. She was a little late but I was passing the time chatting with Aleks and Leslie about my recent vacation. I had just returned from my annual pilgrimage to Fantasy Fest. For the uninitiated, Fantasy Fest is a week-long, pre-Halloween shindig that happens each year in Key West. I think a large portion of the Girls Gone Wild footage is shot there each year. It’s an X-rated Mardis Gras with a more laid-back crowd of varying ages—a solid week of beer, beads and boobs. Boasting such curiosities as public nudity, body painting and toga parties, Fantasy Fest attracts its fair share of swinger couples and singles. The atmosphere, however, is more egalitarian than the scene that’s emerged in NYC over the last couple of years.
Aleks and Leslie finished their smokes and went inside. I stood on the sidewalk still waiting for Daniella; I called her on her cell and she said she would be there in a few minutes. I was dressed in a leopard skin silk jacket, jeans, black tee-shirt, left over beads from Fantasy Fest and a leopard-skin bandana. With my shades, goatee and the mutton-chop sideburns that Aleks had drawn on me, I looked like a sort of cross between a 60’s hippie, a pimp and Steve Van Zandt. I liked the look—maybe I was born 20 years too late.
Daniella finally arrived and stepped out of the taxi wearing what appeared to be children’s pajamas. They were powder blue and there were some sort of characters on the top… dancing bears I think. The bottoms may have had the feet attached but I didn’t check. (Ed.—The funny thing is it wasn’t a costume.) I was hoping for the little school-girl outfit she wore the night before but you never know what will happen when Daniella comes out to play.
“You know she’s insane,” my ex, Lisa, had said the night before at the One Leg Up party.
“Oh, come on,” I insisted. “She’s a free-spirit, a hippie chick. She’s a yoga instructor: she’s supposed to be like that.”
“No, Jimmy, I know what crazy is and I’m telling you this chick is loony.”
I thought for a few seconds. “Okay, she is a little out there—a little eccentric.”
“She’s more than eccentric,” Lisa countered. Lisa always has to have the last word.
Daniella and I went inside and the bartender mixed us some drinks. We settled on to the couch in the front room. Across from us sat a monk, a nurse and a Catholic school-girl. The guy was blond and tall. The nurse was buxom and solidly built. The school-girl caught my eye—she was quite tall with nice legs and a rack that sagged under its load. My friend Andrew refers to these kinds of tits as “flap jacks.” The school-girl had a sort of slutty look that I found appealing. A nice ass had to be tucked away under that plaid skirt, I imagined. Maybe I’ll get to fuck her later, I thought. Yeah, right, the other voice in my head countered. The monk had a dildo in his hand and as I looked at it more closely I saw at one end it was a crucifix and the other end a penis. “You know you’re going to hell,” I said. The monk smiled and showed me the tee-shirt under his robe. See You in Hell, it read. I laughed.
I turned to look at Daniella but she was no longer next to me on the couch. She was off in the corner of the room showing her tits to a guy. The party has begun, I thought. The guy started to fondle her perky, wonderfully round, medium sized breasts. He then bent down a bit and started to lick her chocolate brown nipples. She closed her eyes for a minute to enjoy the experience and smiled. After a few seconds she opened her eyes and saw me. I was staring intently at the scene unfolding before me. “I’m flirting,” she said coyly. “I see you are,” I responded. I had to admit I was a bit jealous. Seeing that Daniella was preoccupied, I went to the kitchen and had the bartender fix me a potent Kettle One and cranberry.
I had a few sips of my drink and went to the large room in the back where most of the action happens. The tall, slutty school-girl was bent over a couch with her plaid skirt hiked up and her thong-cad ass radiating a pinkish hue from a recent spanking. I moved closer and got in position to deliver a spanking myself. I spanked her a bit tentatively at first. “No, do it like this,” the monk said. He cupped his hand and gave her a hard smack on her round, tight rump. I steadied myself and gave her a good wallop, then a second. My hand started to caress the curve of her ass and I slowly worked my way to the space between her legs. I rubbed her over the thin piece of silk that covered her pussy. Sensing no resistance, I continued to rub and then pulled the thong to the side and slipped a finger into her pussy. She wasn’t wet so I licked two of my fingers and went back to her snatch. I love the sensation when a girl gets wet right in front of you. It’s like living silk—warm, soft and wonderful.
I grew bolder and asked if I could lick her. “Sure,” she responded nonchalantly. I bent down and started to lick her pussy for a bit. Her smell was strong, but I was turned on and felt the bulge growing in my pants. Feeling bolder still, I dropped my jeans and freed my hard-on. I rubbed it against her ass. She looked back over her shoulder and said, “You need to ask the master before you go any further.” At that moment I realized her master was the monk. He had left the room for a drink so I pulled my pants back up. When he returned I asked him if I could play with the school-girl. “Yes, my son,” he responded. “I will grant you permission but first we are going to retire to the back room for some fun. We will be back later.” The monk and his two ladies walked to one of the semi-private rooms in the front of the loft.
I began to wonder what Daniella was up to. I peered into one of the side rooms and saw a girl getting fucked hard in the missionary position, her legs in the air. She was wearing little white ankle socks, and I realized it must have been Daniella. Man, she doesn’t waste any time getting into it, I thought. I watched for a few minutes and then walked back into the main room. A blonde girl was sitting on the edge of one of the mattresses. I moved closer to her and introduced myself. “Hi, I’m Jessica,” she said. We chatted for a while and I learned she was originally from Ohio and was here with her roommate Cindy. I think she had been going for a medieval look. “I like to watch and I think someone needs to get naked,” she purred seductively. I took this as an invitation and asked if I could give her a strip tease. She agreed and I slowly started to disrobe. I felt a bit awkward at first but I was game for anything. I stripped down to my black boxer briefs but I left my leopard-skin bandana on. My hard-on was poking through the fly. I stood closer, caressing her thigh and pulling up her satin skirt to reveal a nice pair of white, lacy panties. Through the panties I could see her blonde bush. I sensed she wasn’t completely into it so I stopped. “I enjoyed your dance,” she said, “but I’m just into watching at this point.” I thanked her and moved on. My internal monologue was running again. Don’t push it. Let things flow naturally.
I decided to check up on Daniella once more and found she was alone, lying on the mattress in the little side room where she had been so thoroughly fucked. I lay next to her and asked if she was enjoying herself.
“Yes,” she said. “He’s a nice guy and a good lover.”
I confessed to feeling a little bit left out. “It’s tough being a single guy at these parties. For girls it’s easy but for us guys it’s hard to get some action if we’re alone.”
Daniella encouraged me. “It’s not that hard. You know how to do it—you feel a positive vibe, make a connection, caress the girl’s back gently. You’ll know if it’s right or not. See that single Japanese girl over there? I want you to approach her. I’m going to the bathroom but when I come back I want to see you talking to her.”
The young Japanese girl was fully clothed, sporting a skirt and fishnet stockings. She was sitting on the mattress just a couple of feet from me watching her Japanese friend get pounded by a muscular black guy. “Man, this is so good it’s spiritual,” the guy said, addressing no one in particular.
I continued his thought. “I know what you mean,” I said. “It feels so great to just let go. It’s like your cleansing your body, it’s a catharsis. It can almost be a religious experience sometimes.”
“You’re right,” he responded. “This is the new religion.” He laughed. “I’m Troy.”
I introduced myself. He introduced me to his girlfriend Katie and her friend Toni. Troy and Katie were fitness instructors and Toni was new to the scene. We chatted for a while and then Katie asked me where my girlfriend was. “Oh, Daniella?” I said. “Well she’s not really my girlfriend. I only met her a few weeks ago and we go to these parties together. She said she was going to the bathroom but she should have been back by now.”
When it became clear Daniella wasn’t coming back all four of us decided to watch the action happening in the next room. Troy stood behind his girlfriend and I stood behind Toni. Toni gazed at the scene in front of us—two couples having sex in a variety of positions. She was getting turned on by what she saw; I think this was her first time at a party like this. I caressed Toni’s back and asked her if she minded. “No, go ahead,” she responded. “What you’re doing feels good.” I moved my hand down to her round ass and squeezed gently. I moved my hand under her skirt and began to rub her pussy through the pantyhose. I asked if I could remove her clothing. “Go right ahead,” she said enthusiastically. After I pulled her pantyhose and panties down I started to finger her, feeling her wetness. Maybe that Daniella chick isn’t so crazy after all, I thought. Maybe she knows what she’s talking about. I found out Toni was only 22—16 years my junior. She had a firm body and was curvy for an Asian woman. Her breasts were stunning—small but perfectly round, just the way I prefer. Troy saw that Toni and I were hitting it off. “Let’s all go upstairs to the loft and have some fun,” he said.
We climbed up the ladder to the private loft and we all got naked. Toni and I kissed. “I like the way you kiss,” she said. “Nice and soft.” I leaned back on the mattress and she went down on me, sucking me skillfully and working my shaft with her hand. My cock was rock hard; I was in heaven but it was about to get better. Troy turned to Katie and said, “Katie, look at that. Isn’t it beautiful? Look at how she’s sucking Jimmy’s cock.” I pulled Toni’s long black hair away from her face to give them a better view. “Oooh,” whispered Katie, “that is hot.”
“I want to see the two girls together,” Toni said. I thought he was referring to having the girls do a little 69 action on each other but I then realized he was asking them to give me a double blow. I was excited to say the least but also nervous I would come too fast. Katie hesitated at first but then put her hand on my dick and stroked it a couple of times. She then took me in her mouth and proceeded to give me one of the best blowjobs ever. Toni licked and sucked my balls as Katie gobbled my knob. After maybe 20 seconds I told them to stop—I felt my orgasm creeping up and I wanted to fuck Toni first. The girls laughed and spoke to each other in Japanese. After I regained my composure they continued sucking me. I was in ecstasy; it was almost spiritual.
I grabbed a condom from a silver bowl. Toni rolled the condom over my member and then mounted me. I cupped her breasts with my hands as she rode me. She was tight. I wasn’t ready to come yet so I switched positions. I got on top of her for some missionary-style pussy pounding. Once again I started to feel that warm sensation in my loins and pulled out. I rolled her over onto her stomach and laid her flat, entering her from behind. My cock felt huge in her tight wet snatch. “Do you like it?” I whispered in her ear. “Yes,” she whimpered, “keep fucking me… don’t stop.” I tried to hold off as long as I could but the feeling was uncontrollable now. I managed a few more strokes before I realized I was going to explode. I pulled out, yanked the condom off and shot a monster load on the small of her back, right onto her tattoo. After carefully wiping her off, I focused my attention on Troy, who was furiously fucking Katie. With a load groan he came and shot his wad all over Katie’s belly. She massaged his spunk all over her breasts.
We all lay there basking in the afterglow of great sex—no, it wasn’t just great sex, it was almost spiritual. If this is the new religion then consider me a convert. I said goodbye to the two Japanese girls and thanked Troy as they left. I found Daniella half-asleep on the couch in the front room and gently nudged her. “Where have you been?” she asked. She could see I was beaming from my experience.
“Well, remember that Japanese girl you told me to talk to? You were right on the money.”
“See? I know what I’m talking about. You just have to feel the vibe, let the positive energy flow.”
Yes, my positive energy was flowing that night. Now where do I sign up for that yoga class?
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