Late to the Party
It's never good to show up late to a party, especially when you've promised to hang out with one particular person while there. But, what do you do if the party you're late to is actually an orgy? Follow Chase as he finds out!
This vignette was written for Ebni as their Patreon flash fiction reward for May. It contains sexual acts between multiple consenting adults. ^^
Late to the Party
"Fuck fuck fuck!"
Chase murmured as he pulled up on the street close to his best friend's house, almost a dozen extra cars already present on the normally quiet street. He grabbed the keys out of the ignition, snatched up his phone with a scowl down at its screen illuminated with the time, and dragged himself out of the car at last. Hurriedly he bolted over to the front door, and was about to knock when he remembered what the text message had said. Red faced, the leopard reached out and turned the door handle. The door swung open, and immediately his nostrils were filled with the unmistakable scent of sex.
"Dammit, please..."
The leopard groaned as he hurried inside and shut the door behind him again, not even bothering to hang up his jacket despite the piles of clothes littering the hallway floor. He stumbled over a lacy black bra and almost got his foot tangled in a pair of cast off jeans, but soon he was at the closed living room door, and moments later he pushed it open in search of one person who was meant to be here in particular. He trembled. His eyes bulged. He moaned helplessly at what became visible before him as he looked into the living room, the scent of sex even stronger and more distinct there than in the hallway. It was no wonder though, because within that living room there were at least fifteen or perhaps even twenty people, all of them either fucking, otherwise amorously engaged, or recovering from having just been in such a state recently.
He stepped inside, and almost immediately his head span with embarrassment and excitement all rolled into one as a mouse sprawled out on the couch shrieked suddenly, loudly as her lips broke from those of the much larger, plump lioness with whom she had been making out. The sound of the other woman's fingers between the mouse's legs, rapid and soaking wet, left little to the imagination. Before Chase could focus too much on them though, a half dozen other erotic scenes began to vie for his attention. He saw the host of the party herself glance his way, shooting him a weak, giddy grin before her expression returned to one of overwhelmed joy as she was held upright between two men, a wolf and an otter who both appeared to be buried equally deep inside her ass and pussy respectively. He saw a friend of his friend whom he'd only hung out with once or twice licking his way down the fluffy belly of a lean tiger, gradually sweeping up the sticky, glistening trail of cum which had no doubt recently been spilled over that belly by one or both of their cocks. He saw a man he'd never met before gently, tenderly riding the cock of a member of his D&D group, who to the best of his knowledge had been a virgin, but clearly was no longer as he and the lemur made out amidst their gentle but ever so public, orgiastic fucking.
His eyes darted all around the room, but he didn't see who he was looking for. Thus, without so much as a word, Chase left the living room as he had entered it, albeit with his crotch much more tented than it had been before. He dashed down the ground floor's central hallway to the kitchen, and after briefly making eye contact with one of his college professors as a smooth scaled gecko went down on the buxom, blissfully trembling zebra currently perched on the counter-top by the sink, he made his exit just as swiftly. Two of the ground floor's other three rooms were occupied by at least two or three groups of people, the dining room they used to play TTRPGs in particular filled by what looked like a seven-way in progress, each of its participants actively engaged with at least one or two other members of the group at the same time. Only the bathroom was left empty, and soon that sent Chase rushing upstairs with a growing pit of worry in the very core of his being.
He opened the door to one bedroom. A rapidly rising and falling ass greeted him, balls slapping, the recipient of that rough fuck shrieking while around the bed four other figures stood, fingers wrapped around cocks and feverishly grinding at clits as they watched and revelled in the potency of the act taking place before them.
He hurried along to the next, eyes bulging and cheeks flushing crimson as he saw a figure tied by what looked like four novelty patterned ties to the four corners of the bed on which they were lying. Three women straddled the German shepherd, one over his face, one over his belly, one over his cock. All of them were masturbating, and not one of them was doing a thing beyond dripping her juices over it to even attempt to sate or in any way stimulate his straining, rampantly dribbling cock.
In the upstairs bathroom, two bodies lay in a tub full of bubbles, making out and moaning loudly as beneath the foamy froth surrounding them their bodies rocked back and forth. A third figure knelt by the tub, watching, masturbating, whimpering happily as the two figures in the tub repeatedly broke their kissing just to ask him whether he was going to cum for them. Soon he howled, he mewled in ecstasy, and as one of the tub's occupants gave a frantic shriek of their own, Chase watched as he did indeed do as he had promised them.
That only left one bedroom. Chase whimpered. Of course it was the last room he checked. Of course it came down to this choice, that either the person he had been supposed to meet here, to share this experience with from minute one was in that very last room, or had simply left already. Retreated in shame, in humiliation having been forced to face this experience alone.
He rushed over to the third and final bedroom door. He placed his hand on the handle, steadied himself as best he could, and pushed.
"O-oohhh... Chase..."
The leopard's heart leapt, in regret, in sorrow, but also in joy and in excitement as he saw his best friend and the love of his life sitting at the far side of the room, propped up at the head of the room's double bed, surrounded by pillows and with a panting, eagerly working doberman in the midst of eating her out.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, Yas. I took a nap after work, a-and... my phone, I swear I turned the charger on, but..."
He began to explain, but before he could get too far, the doberman lifted her head from between the cheetah's thighs and turn to regard him with a cocked eyebrow and a somewhat impatient expression.
"Dude..."
She murmured, her muzzle glistening with Yasmin's arousal and her saliva.
"...you wanna apologise? Stop standing over there like a garden gnome, and come rub her clit while I eat her."
Blushing slightly only now, the doberman turned and looked back at Yasmin apologetically.
"I mean, i-if that's cool with you. If you guys want some time, I can..."
Yasmin grasped the doberman's head between her hands, and kissed her deeply on the lips. Chase's cock almost let loose within his slacks right then and there. He'd never seen Yasmin kiss another woman before. Hell, he'd never seen Yasmin kiss anyone else before, ever. They'd talked about it. Fantasised about being as open, as free together as they knew some of their friends were. But until tonight, until they'd finally summoned up the courage at their last D&D session to ask one of their friends if they could maybe come to one of these parties she hosted every month or so, it had only ever been a fantasy.
They were meant to have arrived together. To have embarked upon this journey together, side by side, hand in hand.
But then Chase had napped right through when his alarm was meant to go off, and for more than an hour afterwards.
And now, he was here. He was here, and he knew the answer to the question that had been plaguing him from the moment he charged his phone up enough to get Yasmin's half dozen worried, confused text messages, and had responded only to be met with silence.
He knew the answer to his question as Yasmin pulled back from her kiss with the doberman, and whimpered pleadingly as she stared at Chase while eagerly, firmly pushing the other woman's head back down against her pussy.
"Get over here, and get those damn clothes off, Chase. You've got a lot of catching up to do... a-and we aren't going home tonight until... aahhhhh, yes..."
The cheetah's eyes bulged, and she clamped her legs tightly around the dog whose face was eagerly working between them once again. She stared hungrily, lustily into her lover's eyes as she rode out that intense wave of pleasure, and only when the tremors of that particularly intense moment had passed did she giggle, then murmur eagerly to Chase as he began to peel off his clothes at last.
"...o-oh, who am I kidding. We're not going home tonight, and once you see, once you feel what I've been feeling for the last couple of hours? I promise, Chase. I swear, you'll never dare to miss another second of one of these parties ever, ever again."
By Jeeves
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