A Very Unexpected Sex Party

Journal of Rowana, daughter of Rowetha
05 / 06 / 2120 of the Fourth Age, cont'd

It wasn't really an orgy. More of a very unexpected sex party.

Maybe it was because emotions were running high, and booze was flowing. Or it was just the release we all needed after a stressful situation. I'd seen that happen, after missions in the field. Just get back to base camp and people would watch be watching a movie, then next thing you know somebody touches somebody else and they just start going for it. Needing, after all that ****, the connection to other people. That tie to life. That release.

All I knew is that I was already half naked, my wife in my lap. Her shirt peeled off, and there was an appreciative gasp as her great green melons were unleashed. Bebe set Búrzi down, the skinny little Orc determined to get his hands on a very different kind of pussy. It was like a kind of fever that we all caught at once. The bed was lowered back down. Azzie was atop me, her big soft pillows hanging down on my chest, the nipples hard, her mouth sucking at my throat, the corner of my jaw, my ear—and Bebe pulled away the sheet, pulled our panties and shorts off, leaving me naked in my socks in the middle of my living room.

Azzie pushed her hips down on top of mine, and spread my thighs wide. My mouth was suddenly dry as I realized what she intended. What she'd been thinking of, ever since I brought that fake Orc dick home, and she brought home a real one.

I felt Bebe's hand rub lube into my labia, a little hairy since I hadn't shaved for days. Not that I needed it. I could feel the heat of my wife's cunny drip onto me.

"Is it okay?" Bebe whispered. "Can I put it in?"

Azzie and I both looked at him. He was on his knees, his prick so stiff it quivered, a glistening grey drop at the swollen tip. The Orc's ribs still stood out on his small frame, his pale little nipples hard as a girl's. But we were his chiefs. He was here to serve us...and as much as he looked like he was about to explode.

"I haven't let him cum in days," Azzie purred in my ear. "The poor thing."

"Yes, Bebe," I said. "It's okay. Put it in both of us. Just be gentle."

I've fucked hurt before. Yet there was something about the seriousness in Bebe's face, the concentration evident as I felt him rub his cock up and down our two slits, his hands pushing gently to line our cunnies up just right so that he could slide easily from one to the other. Then he lined the head of his dick up and pressed in—

By the Shadow, I don't remember the last time I had a cock in me. A real cock. In my unprotected and very fertile pussy. I gasped beneath Azzie, and she purred in her throat like a cat, watching my face as Bebe pressed it in deeper, the poor cock squeezed tight.

One cunt, barely used, I thought to myself. Then I heard a soft whine that had nothing to do with the inadvertant show we were giving on the bed.

Daleman, that gigantic oaf, was sitting back in her collapsible chair. Her massive hands were inside Vanessë's booty shorts, utterly engulfing the Elfkin's ass as the skinny, delicate thing ground her body against her. I saw Vanessë undo her tube top and fling it down without a care, to press her fake tits into Daleman's very appreciative face. Even through the healing bruises, I could see the Beorning's face split in a leer of pure lust.

By the archway to the kitchen, Lilja clung. Her skirt was bunched up around her hips, and Bob was enthusiastically doing something more than groping. Slim, dark, and very phallic-looked tentacles slid in out of her cunny and ass and mouth, while two four-fingered hands squeezed her tits like a farmer milking a cow. The Dwarf's knees trembled, eyes glassy as the Nameless Thing plugged every hole it could find—and then Bob's skin began to glow in odd patterns, reflected oddly on Lilja's own dark skin, her braids and Bob's arms and tentacles making a confused mess like a mating ball of snakes.

Aubert stood, socially awkward, uncomfortable. Until Looseleaf pulled his pants down. There was a high-pitched whistle as a pale blue artificial schlong that put even Bebe to shame swung free. Blood began to pump into the augmented cock, the blue turning purple as Amelia slowly stroked it to fullness with her artificial hands. A fat tongue ran over the Hobbit's lips and she looked up at her lover and whispered something that no one else could hear, but which brought an immediate flush to Aubert's face.

Not a one of us had condoms, of course. We were all making out with our chosen partners. People we knew. Trusted. Loved.

Yet there was something about the atmosphere. The sounds and sights of each other actions that was hotter than any porn, and yet our own actions felt less self-conscious than they might have been. Bebe plunged his cock into first my pussy and then Azzie's, alternating stroke by stroke, his skinny body finding a rhythm as his two chiefs kissed and carressed, my chest aching but my body unable to stop.

Vanessë moaned like a whore as she was lifted up to Daleman's face. The Beorning was the only one of us still fully dressed, but as she held her girlfriend's crotch to her lips, the delicate Elfkin shuddered and began to squirt, hot wet rivulets that dripped down the big woman's chin even as Vanessë's eyes rolled up back in her head. The Elfkin held onto the short-cropped hair and rubbed ceasely, unable to stop her hips from humping desperately.

The Dwarf had given up on bipedalism. She was on all fours, shucking clothes, bent over to give Bob better access to her ass and cunt. Bob's long, elastic limbs had wrapped around her thick thighs and its odd, squamous lower body was thrusting inside of her now, while the heavy augmented upper portion rested on the hacker's lower back, those strange eyes staring all around. Bob's song of ecstasy ran through everyone's headware, and made the lights of the house begin to flicker in odd patterns.

Aubert was on the floor now, and as Looseleaf stood astride his prick, the size difference between the Halfing and the transman seemed obscene. Then, facing the action, Amelia impaled herself with a long slow motion, the more impressive squat that I've even seen, her cunny stretched wide over the now solid purple prick of her lover. He grabbed handfuls of Hobbit ass and began to raise and lower her body, her artificial limbs whirring with the mechanical steadiness of her pounding. The joints, I knew, could take the repetitive stress, but I was amazed to see her cunny stretch and slide over a cock that looked as long as my forearm.

It was Azzie who brought my attention back to matters at hand. Our lips met, and our tongues twirled together. Eyes closed as we felt, not for the first time, that strange sense of unity. Of all the women I've known from Rohan to Far Harad, from the pristine prostitute-boxes of the megacorporate core-cities to sweaty barracks-room bathrooms between deployments, maybe that was the first time I really felt that emotional connection with someone else. The shared sense of purpose, motive, drive, and need that went above and beyond physical pleasure and gratification.

Or maybe it's just that I howled like a wraith when Bebe finally came in me.

I wasn't expecting to feel it. The hot, wet spurts that seemed to burn as he sheathed his dagger hilt-deep in my cunt and unloaded his balls. Normally, women don't. It's just a sticky aftermath. Yet this time I could feel it. The ring burned on my finger and my vision swam, and suddenly I could see everyone around us in startling clarity...and those dark shadows lurked, watched, cold and dead and unable to escape whatever final tie bound them to this place. Maybe to the end of the world.

As Bebe pulled out to pump half his sticky, virile Orc seed into Azzie, I raised my left hand at those dark spirits and raised one solitary finger in tribute.

Then the world came back into focus.

Vanessë bent over backward, tits exposed to the world, unable to hold herself up anymore as Daleman seemed like she was trying to push her nose into the Elfkin's pussy. Lilja groaned as Bob pushed deep, the Dwarf's eyes rolling up in her head, and for a moment it seemed like her brown stomach bulged slightly. Amelia gave a high-pitched squeal but her limbs didn't stop, locked into a punishing pussy-pounding pace as thick white goo began to drip out of her, the Hobbit's face a mask of idiotic ecstasy as vital brain functions seemed to shut down in favor of pure fuckdoll nirvana.

We panted. Sweaty. Chest aching. It felt like there was something still in my pussy, and I knew it was Bebe's cum. Somewhere, in the halls of my ancestors, my father was probably eating his fucking heart out to know that his grandkids would be half Orc.

I wish his shade was here so I could give him the finger too.

Lilja crawled toward the bathroom, Bob riding her like some obscene thing from the dawn of time, utterly content as he pumped something into her holes. Daleman stood up and was finally undressing, his naked girlfriend momentarily spent and lying lithesome and languid across the arms of the chair. I wasn't sure Amelia was still conscious, but her arms and legs kept forcing her tiny body up and down on that eternally-hard cock.

Then Azzie grinned down at me. She slid off, and eased me onto my side. Bebe, ever hopeful, brought his half-hard cock up to our faces.

"Come on," she purred. "He's got a lot more baby batter."

I grabbed his dick around the base. Not ungently. I stared at the cock in front of me, coated in my and my wife's juices. It was just a dick. Not some instrument of ****, not a sign of a patriarchal society that had been telling me to stay home and squat out children my entire life. It was just Bebe, wanting to get his cock sucked hard again so we could have a good time, and yes, babies might happen. But that was okay. I was okay with it, right then.

Bebe met my gaze. He was kind of cute. We would never have the kind of relationship that Azzie and I had, but I was okay with fucking him. I was even okay with him fucking my wife.

"C'mon," I gave her hip a pat. "Let's suck him off together."

Now, I won't say it was love, the way our lips slurped on his testicles and his flagging erection returned with the strength of Tulkas. I won't say I was looking forward to a first pregnancy as a woman in her late 30s. I will say that, as the night grew darker on the plain of Mordor, and the wind whipped through the grass and stirred the soil over the graves of ancient armies, that inside our little house there was warmth and love where before there had only been memories of evil and foul deeds.

I don't know why I get philosophical after sex. Why my brain thinks of how much of our lives has been dictated by ancient stories. A thousand years since those long-ago wars, and Orcs and Men are still trapped in digging up the past, not to make anything new but to try and recapture some echo of an echo of a dark glory.

I thought of Precious' ring, and I wondered if it had anything to do with getting things started. Not just the sex party, but our meeting. How lonely might it have been, lost and forgotten until a couple of misfits as lonely and friendless as itself were drawn to it?

There weren't any answers that night. The green veins stood out on Bebe's cock, ready to go again after only a little prick-sucking. This time I was on my side, one leg raised. As Bebe straddled my thigh, lining himself up for another insemination, Azzie slid in behind him. Lubed fingers slid up Bebe's well-trained ass, and she hugged his bony back against her plump pillows.

"I'll guide you," she said softly. And I reached out for her, with my hand. Our palms clasped, fingers interlaced as Bebe pushed into me. Our friends looking on might have thought that at that moment he was no more than our dildo, our turkey baster, a way to squirt seed into my ravenous cunt.

Well, yes. But Bebe was enjoying it. I should know. I could see it in his face. He had found his place at last, and he was happy to have found himself not at the end of one story, but the beginning of another.