Our Liberated Age

The Official Weblog of
The Association for Creative Sexuality

Thursday, June 30, 2005

Bukkake Party?

One of the suggestions that is regularly made is for some form of bukkake party. In the past these proposals have tended to die once someone asks the question 'where would the creativity be?'

Once people start to propose ways of introducing creativity what began as a bukkake party turns into something else, usually an orgy with a Japanese motif. If the bukkake remains in the final program at all it is a sideshow that could easily be omitted without anyone noticing.

This time I have received a suggestion with a significant difference: it comes from a prospective member applying to join as a proposal for her audition.

Her plan is that she would be picked up from a public place, taken to a minivan which is driven around while the bukkake takes place in the back. The idea is to use one of those executive style mini vans that has large windows with one way glass so the party-goers can see out but nobody can see in.

Of course we would have to make sure that the one way glass really did work in that environment.

Alley Catting Anyone?

A member asked me to post a report of an "alley-catting" event he attended and described to me over the phone. He only suggested posting afterwards so I did nit take notes, this is from memory:

The event was held at an upscale house in North Oxford. On the way there I almost broke the rear axle of my car when I missed the signs warning about the speedbumps. [In the city of the dreaming spires they do not like the screaming tires... - Ed.]

The basic premise of alley catting is that it is a way for a woman to get herself pregnant without strings by having unprotected sex with several men. The woman does not know the father with certainty and the father does not know that they are the father with certainty.

This particular soiree was for strictly recreational rather than procreational purposes. The company consisted of eight men and four women: a hostess, two 'kittens' and the 'cat'. The dress code was white tie, something that it is only possible to get away with in Oxford without attracting undue attention. The women wore ball gowns.

The evening began with Krug champagne and canapés as the male guests arrived. Each of the women had invited two guests. Even though everyone was assured in advance that the 'cat' was on the pill and that condoms would be used the women were required to choose one guest for looks and the other for brains. I had been invited to the event by the hostess who some of you may remember as 'Alice' from last years summer event. [Red hair, mid 40's, tall, wore thigh boots - Ed.]

The room was large, it had originally been separate dinning and drawing rooms but these had been combined into one. At one end of the room the dinning table was laid out with 12 place cards. At the other end there was a fireplace surrounded by a semi-circle of chairs and sofas.

Once all the male guests had arrived the 'kittens' put on a floor show, striptease followed by 'audience participation': rubbing their bodies up against us, removing jackets, untying ties [hope nobody wore a clip-on! - Ed.] stroking chests, unzipping flys to reveal a stiff member that would be pressed against willing lips. The kittens were about the same age as the cat: mid twenties. One wore a navel ring.

As the kittens removed each piece of clothing it was handed to the hostess who carefully folded it and placed it on guest's chair at the dinning table. Once every guest had surrendered at least their jacket and tie, some considerably more the kittens led the cat into the center of the semi-circle and began to strip her.

Once the cat was completely naked one kitten began kissing her, teasing her nipples slowly. As I watched them rolling around the floor, the kitten lapping at the cat's slit I felt someone removing my shoes and socks. At this point I realized that both the men to my right were completely naked and the second kitten was removing my trousers.

A few minutes later I received a similar start as the hostess placed a rubber over my errect member. She used the trick of applying the condom with her mouth. A few seconds later I found myself pulled to my feet as the cat came loudly. I was to be first.

The kittens placed the cat on her hands and knees and I entered her doggy fasion. One of the kittens whispered in my ear as I fucked, 'take her, she wants you, take her, take her now, listen to her, she wants you to come inside her, faster harder, don't stop, take her, take her quickly then take me, fuck her'. Soon I was spurting copious amounts of seed deep inside her. As soon as I withdraw the next man takes my place, and the next. I notice that the cat has her eyes tight shut throughout the process opening them only for an instant as she comes to a second and third orgasm.

None of the couplings takes long, the entire process takes less than an hour from start to finish. The last guest arrived sometime after 7, it is not yet 8. The kittens help the cat to her feet and we applaud her. She hugs and thanks each guest. I begin to wonder if the evening is over, it would be a shame to have to end such an evening at Venus down on the Marston Road.

Fortunately our hosts have other plans: a second bottle of Krug is opened and we are led to the dining table. Our clothes have been neatly arranged on hangers and hung from the picture rail. We sit down and eat a meal that is light by Oxford standards, oysters followed by seafood pasta. The conversation naturally revolves around sex.

We take desert arround the fire, a tray of petit-fours. The kittens took turns placing a petit-fours on various parts of their anatomy and invite a guest to eat it. This inevitably led to sex, this time in the type of positions that are only possible in group sex situations; spit roast, airtight seal etc.

So when is the association going to have an event of this sort? [Soon - Ed.]

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

The bovine issue

Returning to our main project: Rome, our vetinary expert has provided the necessary information on whether we can legally follow Roman tradition and slaughter the animal for the feast on site.

It appears that this is entirely practical, although there are many regulations that control the production of meat for sale on the open market the only regulations that apply to production for private consumption are the general prohibition of cruelty to animals. Fortunately Roman practices were remarkably close to present day slaughter, first the animal was stunned, then its throat cut and the blood drained.

That said an adult bull is one heck of a big animal to eat at one sitting, even with the number we expect for the event. We are looking into finding something a bit smaller such as a calf.

Since the point of the exercise is to have fun and not to upset anyone (apart from the late unlamented Mary Whitehouse and her ilk) the sacrifice will be held early in the morning and attendance will be voluntary. This is necessary in any case as a practical matter since it takes one heck of a long time to roast a whole bull.

Gauguin Party Report

The Gauguin party was one of our most successful socials yet, particularly so since it was only organized on the spur of the moment.

In the end we had 60 party goers and at least one good time was had by everyone. The photo shoot the day before was an equally fun if somewhat chaotic affair. The original experimental protocol proved somewhat too complex so in the end it ended up being somewhat abreviated.

We are still working on analyzing the results of the survey but it does appear that yes people can tell from a photagraph alone that the photographer had fucked the model.

We plan to repeat the event next year with a bigger party.