I had been worrying whether the orgy would go well. I don't do this very often, because it's not such a great idea to overdo such things. If you overdo orgies, you get tired of them. But perhaps the worst part is that big orgies really take a big effort to organize, at least if you want them to go well.
Fifty couples, carefully chosen. Not just by me, of course, but still, organizing something like this well takes work. Anyone can throw an orgy, but throwing a memorable orgy takes work. Perhaps organizing comes easily to some people, but not to me. I fretted and panicked over a hundred small details. It really stressed me out. At times, I wondered if I would be able to have any fun myself at all. In the beginning, it felt that I wasn't wrong about that. When I was kissing the first person that came up to me, I found my mind still in a flurry. I remember thinking then that perhaps I wouldn't be able to really get into this, but perhaps I could at least make sure that everyone else was having a great time.
But then things got better, very quickly. About half an hour later, I realized that I was indeed having an insane amount of fun and that I wasn't worrying anymore. Not one bit. My first lover had already dumped a big load of cum into me. It was being sucked out by a pretty young woman, who I think was a friend of a friend. I was lying on top of a very muscular man, and his cock was moving gently in my ass. It felt like heaven. I had already had three orgasms and I was being forced towards yet another.
Orgasms make me thirsty. I was thirsty. I think I must have said so, because someone inserted a straw into my mouth. I sucked and there was the water I needed so much. I grunted my thanks and my benefactor stroked my head. My eyes were closed but I knew it was a male hand.
