SPAM, the queer sex party in a basement in Brooklyn, got a lot of attention back in 2002 when TimeOut New York covered it, and the curious flocked. I attended much later, after the crowds had died down, many scared off by its fabulous queerness or queer fabulousness. One of the best things about SPAM is the mandatory clothes check down to your underwear. A clothes check is the rule for a sex party on the West Coast, but seems to be the exception in NYC. The number of parties I’ve been to where people stand around in their work clothes, cocktail in hand, as if they are mingling at a company-sponsored mixer… it’s just not conducive to getting to getting it on. Remove some clothing right away and it propels you, mind and body, into a different state. A ready-to-fuck-a-stranger (-or-two) state.
I went with my boyfriend C and with L, a woman that C had been seeing from time to time, and whom I was getting to know as a friend. L was a regular at SPAM. She’d even met her boyfriend there. He couldn’t join us that evening, so we were three… at least to begin. L looked great. She has a very sexy, compact but curvy body and was wearing a silky short slip. I was feeling a little bit shy, between the new surroundings and my uncertainty of where I stood with L. C found the three of us a place to sit, placing me in the middle.
C took the lead, pulling up my camisole to suck on one of my tits. L asked if she could take the other one in her mouth. As I’ve mentioned before, that is one of my favorite things, a mouth on each tit. I agreed enthusiastically, my shyness melting away as her lips closed on my nipple. I leaned back and let the sensation of the two wet mouths lapping at my sensitive nipples wash over me.
We were outgrowing our perch on the couch, and decided to move to an empty bed across the room so we could get comfortable. I lay back between them, and L asked if she could eat my pussy. I smiled and nodded, so L and C shared the job of sliding down my panties, and L began to tease my clit with her tongue. Then she changed to a more aggressive course and fastened her mouth to my clit, creating exquisite suction. C continued to devote his mouth’s attention to my tits. The sensations were intense and delicious, and I was drifting towards an orgasm. Perhaps I closed my eyes for a moment. I gradually realized that we’d attracted quite a crowd. The bed was completely surrounded by men in various states of undress, their eyes fastened on us.
I must admit I felt a frisson of panic at the mob of men hungrily watching our threesome. But I was there for the full SPAM experience, so I relaxed and gave myself over to entertaining the crowd with my writhing and moaning. I do love an audience. I’m not exactly sure what happened next, but I realized that L and C were on the bed next to me ravishing each other, and I had no idea who was eating my pussy. It was strange, but thrilling. And, since the new mouth was doing an excellent job, who was I to complain. As I attempted to lift my head to learn the identity of my new cunnilingual friend, I was boisterously attacked by a sweet but aggressive kisser. This man with thick curly hair and muscular arms wanted to devour my face, my mouth, my tongue, perhaps even my teeth. I gave up on learning the identity of the man down below, and focused on the deliciously eager ministrations of the one at face level. There was something so joyous and fun about his boyish enthusiasm for kissing. He was even pulling focus from the kind soul who toiled away between my legs. I reached out and grabbed his curls, pulling him away from my mouth for a moment so that I could see his face. It was a very nice face. I said hello, and we exchanged a few pleasantries before we dove back into the delicious make-out scene. My hand found his hard cock, and I stroked it slowly while we kissed.
I honestly don’t know how many of the men in the crowd tasted my pussy that night. I was vaguely aware of changes in textures, techniques, and styles down below, but up above the curly-haired kissing monster had my full attention. At one point a young, thin African man came up to politely ask for his share of kisses, and the curly-haired man removed his tongue from my mouth and asked if he could take the opportunity to have a go at my pussy. I knew I liked his tongue very much, so I agreed at once. I kissed and cuddled with the young African man, who whispered compliments to me in a lilting accent. The curly-haired man turned his attention to my pussy with a renewed show of the boisterous enthusiasm he’d had for my mouth. His aggressive licking and tonguing of my cunt brought me rapidly to the orgasm I’d been too over-stimulated to relax and allow. I politely asked my attentive crowd to give me a minute to catch my breath, and I sat up on the bed to survey the scene, snuggling the young African man and the curly-haired man to my sides. C and L had found their way to a chair near the bed, and were pleasantly occupying themselves. And, as I’d hoped and dreamed from my vantage point at the bottom of the puppy pile, members of my crowd of admirers were also attending to each other. Cocks were being sucked and assholes lubed and fucked. I love to watch men fuck each other. It’s one of my greatest pleasures. I lay there, enjoyed the humming feeling of my much-sucked pussy, gave occasional kisses to the two men at my sides, and watched the proceedings with delight.