“Welcome to Black 2024! My name is Matt, and I will be your event facilitator.”

It was nine in the morning on the first day of the event, and both Kate and I were excited to find out what Black was all about. Would it live up to the hype? If the previous day was anything to go by, we were in for a fun ride.

We were in a large ballroom that had been converted into what I could only describe as a furniture showroom. Sure, there were a few regular chairs, but most of the room was occupied by couches, love seats, chaises, small beds, and armchairs. The furniture pieces were scattered haphazardly throughout the space. Tables and free-standing shelves had bottles of lubes, sex toys, and other unidentifiable objects. The décor was modern and upscale, and despite its disorganized appearance, it exuded a feeling of comfort and warmth. It made the big room feel cozy. We sat on a bright red loveseat, eager to learn more from Matt.

“We received over a thousand applications, and sixty-five couples were selected. Congratulations to all of you! Give yourselves a round of applause!” said Matt.

We clapped enthusiastically.

“A show of hands; how many of you are attending Black for the first time?”

Roughly half the room, including Kate and I, raised their hands.

“For those of you attending for the first time, Black takes place every year over the Labor Day weekend, from Friday to Monday. You’re likely familiar with the application process, so I won’t repeat those details. I just want to emphasize that this group is elite in several ways. The sixty-five couples in this room know how to do it in style.

“In addition to this annual convention, Black is also at the forefront of recreational sex research. Many of you are already familiar with Synorax and its benefits. We will be launching some new products this year, so stay tuned for updates.

“As I mentioned, we have sixty-five couples participating this year; that is a total of one hundred and thirty participants. It may not seem like much, but that is a lot of people. We have four rooms, so if you find a room too crowded, please find a different one.”

The room was big, but it did look packed. With regular seating, it could probably comfortably hold a couple of hundred people–maybe more. But with all the crazy furniture, the room was overflowing. Some were standing, others sitting on armrests or tables.

“We will be using rooms on either side of the hallway. This area is closed to the general public, so feel free to roam around naked with your junk hanging out.” Matt laughed at this. No one else found it particularly funny, but a few chuckled politely.

“I, of course, will not be naked. I am off-limits. So are the volunteers assisting us.” He waved at the four men and four women standing behind him. They were all dressed in suits and wore a neutral expression.

“Each room has a purpose.

“This is Room 1 or ‘Freestyle.’ Room 2, across the hallway, is ‘Contests.’ Room 3 is ‘Guided’ and Room 4 is ‘Anal’

Anything goes in Freestyle. Feel free to partner up with anyone or any group and engage in any activity as long as it is consensual. I advise against using the Freestyle room for anal, as Room 4 is specifically designated for it. As the name implies, the ‘contest’ room will host a variety of competitions. Volunteers will provide more details once the contests start. The guided room will have instructor-led sessions. The schedule is posted on the door and available on your smart wristbands.

“That brings me to the wristbands. Please wear it at all times. Ideally, we would have used a phone app, but obviously, you cannot carry one while naked, hence the wristbands. The easiest way to manage the schedule is by selecting the ones you are interested in and setting reminders. The band will beep five minutes before the event is about to start.

“Let’s talk about consensual sex now.

“One of the functions of the wristband is to establish explicit consent. Holding your wristband near another person’s band will show you the activities the other person is willing to participate in. This is called ‘Menuing.’ For example, if you see oral and vaginal pop up on the screen, then you can only engage in those activities with the other individual. Tap the ones you are interested in. Both the individuals tapping an activity establish consent.

“In practice, establishing explicit consent is only required in some very specific situations. Implicit consent is assumed for vaginal and oral sex as all participants have already agreed to those. Consent for anal sex is implied in the anal room. Participating in a contest or attending an instructor-led session automatically implies consent for all activities that will take place during those events. Explicit consent for an act an individual is engaged in at the time of the act is also not required. For example, in a group, if a person is receiving anal sex, having anal sex with them does not require explicit consent.

“Having said that, the ‘no means no’ rule escort bayan şişli is always in effect, regardless of explicit or implicit consent. If an individual says ‘no,’ you must stop. You can report nonconsensual behavior using the wristband or to any of our volunteers. If you try to engage in a non-consensual act, you will be permanently banned from Black.”

I was glad I had remembered to wear the wristband. I was also glad that Matt repeated the instructions because I hadn’t read the document that was given with it.

“Any questions?” Matt asked.

A man asked, “So, what’s next? How do we get started?”

Matt responded, “That is the question I was waiting for!

“Your wristbands will flash a number soon. If it is an odd number, please follow Laura to Room 3. If it is an even number, stay put.”

Laura was one of the volunteers. She joined Mike and smiled.

My wristband flashed the number ’42.’ Kate had 71 on hers. “I’ll see you later,” said Kate, and joined the line that had started to form by Laura.

I looked around. The random numbers appeared to have separated each couple, leaving us with an equal number of males and females.

Once the odds had emptied, Mike continued, “You will see a second number flash on your bands. Find that person and pair up.”

This time, the number ’24’ flashed. There was confusion in the room as people started asking each other what their numbers were. I heard someone asking loudly, “Looking for number 42, Looking for number 42!”

I approached her and said, “I am 42; are you 24?”

“Yes!” she said.

I was about to introduce myself when Mike said, “Reminder to everyone: Do not use your real names. From now on, you are the number that has been assigned to you. You can also choose to use a generic fake name.”

Great. Another piece of information I did not have because I had not read the handbook.

“Nice to meet you, 24!” I said.

“Likewise!,” said 24.

24 was a tallish Asian girl. She was roughly the same height as Kate. She had heavy boobs, a medium-sized booty, and a narrow waist. That gave her an exceptionally good figure. She looked fabulous in a vibrant red tank top that hugged her figure perfectly, paired with a stylishly short leather skirt. To complete her fun outfit, she added playful white fishnet stockings and eye-catching red high heels.

She was dressed slutty, but her face was soft and beautiful. No body piercing, no tattoos, just smooth, creamy skin. Her eyes were shy, and she looked a little nervous. Her slutty outfit complimented her shy, girlish look.

“First-Timer?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she said.

“Me too.”

She relaxed a little when she received that information.

“Synorax time,” said Matt. “If you requested Synorax, please take it now. It will take five to ten minutes to kick in.”

I found the pill inside my pocket and swallowed it. Synorax helped you cum multiple times while it was in your system. I had cum at least four times in a span of two hours the previous night. It also led to the production of large amounts of ejaculate.

“Now, Menu your partner,” Matt instructed.

24 and I held our wristbands near each other. My wristband beeped, and the screen came alive. It showed ” ‘Vaginal,’ ‘Oral,’ ‘Manual,” Anal.’ I scrolled down, and there were a bunch of other activities listed. ‘Motorboating, Titty Fucking,..’

“What is this?” I asked.

“You didn’t read the manual, did you?” asked 24. “Select an item and give your consent.” She seemed noticeably more relaxed. I suppose it was because I appeared clueless and clearly less prepared than she was.

Matt made us go through a few different iterations of Menuing. He also made us indicate a lack of consent. Soon, the whole thing felt natural and easy. Spending a few seconds before fucking someone if you were into some exotic stuff did not seem that big of a deal.

“Kiss your partner and undress them,” Matt asked. “Women go first.”

24 kissed me tentatively and nervously. I held her head and kissed her back passionately, and soon, she was kissing back hard. Our lips pressed tightly against each other, and our tongues intertwined. 24 did not feel unfamiliar anymore. I loved kissing her. I lifted her and laid her down on the empty chaise nearest us.

I felt her hands on my chest and her fingers fumble with the buttons. She undid the first couple of buttons easily but she was struggling with the third. I broke our contact and quickly took off my shirt. I went back to her sweet, soft lips.

She reached down and unzipped my pants. ‘Interesting’, I thought. She had gone straight for my crotch.

Her hands snaked into my pants, and I felt her touch my rapidly growing dick. Suddenly, she pulled back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. The directions were to undress you, not to feel you.”

“Relax,” I said. “That was great! What a great start to the day! Let me get rid of my pants so my dick can feel your touch again. Please!”

She smiled and mecidiyeköy escort said, “Of course.” I got out of my pants in record time and lay down next to her. I lifted her head again and kissed her as I felt her fingers wrap around my erect cock.”

“No stimulating the genitalia!” Mike’s voice rang out.

At first, I thought he was reprimanding us. But then I saw that many couples had started feeling each other up. One couple was completely undressed. I suspect something more serious than a hand job was about to go down when they were interrupted.

“You were only instructed to undress.” Mike continued. “But, given that most of you appear to be comfortable with each other, please continue. As long as you consented, freestyle it. Once you get a chance, stash your belongings in the locker.

“So, where were we?”

“Here,” said 24 grabbing my hard cock and stroking it.

That felt great! I felt waves of pleasure go through me.

I gently pushed her away and said, “Let’s get you naked too.”

She stood up and pulled her tank top over her head. I unzipped her short skirt and pulled it down. She was wearing a gold thong.

I stepped back and admired. She was topless. No bras. Her gravity-defying breasts apparently did not need a bra to support them. She had beautiful round breasts and was sporting erect nipples. I could not help myself. I reached up and grabbed her tits. They were firm but soft. I stood up and kissed her nipples.

She ‘cooed’ as I engulfed her breasts in my hungry mouth. Wow, that felt great!

After a few seconds, she said, “Let’s finish getting naked so we can continue unfettered.”

She kicked her heels off and stepped out of her skirt.

“Keep my stockings on or take them off?” she asked.

“On,” I said. “And keep your thongs on too.”

She was looking incredibly sexy in her gold thongs and white fishnets.

“I want to lick your pussy,” I said.

She immediately consented.

I lay down on the chaise and motioned her to sit on my face. She straddled my head facing me and gently and expertly lowered her thong-covered pussy on my lips. I pushed aside the triangle covering her pussy with my index finger and proceeded to lick the length of her cunt.

At the same time, 24 reached back and resumed stroking my cock. She had to arch backward to reach my cock, and that exposed her pussy even more. I could see the beautiful pink hole and her pussy lips. I kissed it like I had kissed her mouth. First tentatively, then passionately. My tongue made its way into the wet hole and took in all that it had to offer.

24 continued to stroke slowly but steadily. She was maintaining pace with my licking action. I licked up and down a little faster, and she stroked faster to match my pace. I slowed down, and she slowed down too.

At the very top of her pussy her clit was peeking out. It was getting bigger and more engorged by the second. Pussy juice was flowing out of her pussy onto my tongue. As I was licking up and slurping in her juice in, 24 pushed back slightly, and her big swollen clit rubbed against the tip of my tongue.

“Oooh,” she shivered.

I knew what I had to do. I moved my attention to her clit; I gently flicked it with my tongue a couple of times.

“Don’t be gentle. Tongue fuck it. Oral sex it. Eat it. My clit can take it,” said 24.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I started licking it faster.

Her fist stroked me faster to match my increase in pace. Then she grabbed it even tighter and stroked it harder. Conclusion: She wanted me to go harder and faster, so I did.

Soon, both of us were moaning loudly. Actually, the whole room was moaning and groaning. More than thirty couples doing each other is bound to generate some noise.

There were loud grunts, rapid-fire, “Ahh, ahh, ahhs..”, slow groans, and scattered screams of excitement. Many were verbalizing their pleasures – “Yeah, yeah, yeah!!” or “Fuck, fuck, fuck..

24 had been “Oohing..” steadily. I ramped up my speed, and she went into a rapid-fire “ooh, ooh, ooh, OOH” state. Her hands moved up and down my shaft harder. Just as I thought we had settled into a good, steady pace, 24 started stroking harder and faster. I gave it all I had. Half a minute in, she let out a loud “OOOHHHHHHHHHH, AFHHHH” and came. Her whole body shivered, and her pussy shot out a stream of pussy juice. Some of it went on my face and some in my mouth. I lapped it up eagerly.

As her orgasm started to subside, she turned around, sat on my chest, and resumed her stroking. She was clearly intent on making me cum because she was grabbing my cock hard with both her hands and moving as fast as she could.

Without warning, I erupted. I spurted cum right on her face, but she continued stroking, unphased, until my Synorax-induced ejaculation had completely drained my balls. It took a good thirty seconds for me to finish, and in that time, my hose of a cock had coated her face with a film of my cum. Her hair wasn’t spared bayan escort mecidiyeköy either. It was matted with my juice.

Once I was done, she stood up, smiled at me, and said, “That was great!”

“How about another round?” I asked her, returning her smile.

“I need a break,” she said. “I will see you around.”

She didn’t look tired at all. So I took that to mean she was done with me, and she wanted to fuck some other people. I was okay with that. There were plenty of pussies in the sea.

I scanned the room to assess what was going on visually. The bed to my right was occupied by two men and one woman on her back. I couldn’t quite see her face because one of the men had straddled it and was fucking her mouth. The other man was licking her pussy with wild abandon. A stream of cum was trickling down her nipples into the valley between her tits. Presumably, someone had cum on her boobs. Possibly aimed cum at her nipples. I wasn’t sure if it was one of the two men currently engaged with her or someone else.

The massive bed at the center of the room was a tangle of naked people. It was a jumble of thrusting cocks, dripping pussies, heaving breasts and swaying butts. I was surprised by how quickly it had formed. Only a few minutes ago, we were all dressed and partnered with a single person.

I walked the room and gawked when I saw a familiar face on the far side of the room–one I hadn’t seen in a while. It was Beth, my ex-girlfriend. She was alone and by herself.

My brain went, ‘Whaaaat!!’ My first instinct was to walk away in the other direction, but I stood frozen.

A tall man walked up to her and held out his wristband. She smiled at him and kissed him on the lips, then said something and shook her head.

The man smiled and walked off.

Without knowing, I started walking toward her.

“What’s up, Jon? How have you been?” Beth asked perfunctorily when I reached her.

“That’s the best you can come up with?” I asked her incredulously.

“What do you want me to say, Jon?”

“I don’t know. What do people say when they unexpectedly see their ex-lover, whom they haven’t seen for a very long time? How about – ‘Whaaat!’ or ‘What the fuck are you doing here!!’ or ‘Oh My God! Is that really you, Jon!”

“Ex-lover? Is that the best you can come up with? How did you imagine this in your head? You were expecting me to be so happy to see you that I would grab your dick and start blowing you?”

“Nothing like that,” I said, taken aback. She seemed mad. I couldn’t figure out why she was mad at me.

“Let’s start over,” I said. “I am sorry I triggered you. How about, ‘It is nice to meet you, Beth. It’s been a minute.”

Beth sighed, “I am sorry too. I was hoping you wouldn’t be here.”

“So me being here wasn’t a surprise to you?”

“No. As you probably know by now, or otherwise you won’t be here, I applied to ‘Black’ on our behalf without checking with you first. I meant to tell you, but shortly after I submitted the tape, we broke up. I was mad at you for breaking us up and didn’t think I owed you anything. I did expect to make the final cut, though. That video was so steamy that I could not imagine it not being selected. I wouldn’t be surprised if it were at the top of the list.

“But I expected them to send the invite to me, not you. Once I realized that all the invitations had been dispatched and I hadn’t received one, I started calling the organizers. They told me they had sent out the invite, and it had been accepted and paid for in full. That’s when I realized they had sent it to you instead of me. I explained the situation to ‘Matt’ and made a big fuss. He said he could not rescind your invitation because you had already paid, but he could extend an invitation to me. That is why we have sixty-five participants, not sixty-four, which is the usual number. You and your girlfriend are the party crashers.”

“I am not sure why you are mad at me. You are the sixty-fifth couple. You entered us into this contest or whatever this is. You did not tell me about it.” I was feeling mad, too, now.

I walked away, and deep inside, I knew that before the weekend was up, I would end up with Beth. What would Kate think? Would she also want to join us? The three of us on one of these beds?

—

My wristband pinged, and I received two notifications. The first one announced that the contests were starting in fifteen minutes, and the second one announced that same-day registrations for today’s session were now open at the Guided Room.

The heat from the sixty-odd people packed in this room was overwhelming the air conditioner. It was time to explore the other rooms. Several people had the same idea because the crowd started thinning as sweaty people streamed into the hallway.

I headed to the Guided Room first. I was curious to see what was on offer. There were four items on the list.

“Group Sex for Beginners.” Location – The Guided Room – Capacity – 12 males and 12 females – 11:00 AM
“Anal for Beginners.” Location – The Anal Room. Capacity – 15 females and up to 15 males. – 11:00 AM
“Five Easy Sex Acts you probably never tried.” Location – The Guided Room. Capacity – 15 males and 15 females. – 3 PM
“Pegging for Beginners.” Location – The Anal Room. Capacity – 15 males, up to 25 females. – 3 PM