Goon Cave

- A Femboy Meetup (All characters 21+)

Rule #1: We do not talk about the goon cave

I was invited via a local chat group, and asked for certain paperwork (STD testing, etc). The ping only comes 24 hours prior to the start, no confirmations, no messages at all, and it's within walking distance of all of us. So we walk, in hoodies, sweats, coats, to the basement door behind our mysterious host's house. Once inside, I see another about to enter, matching lingerie covered by a sheer babydoll camisole, and they close the air-lock as I join them. No words, just stripping off my disguise and inviting me in with a smile and a hug.

The door opens to pulsing trance music and hypno porn projecting on 2 opposing walls. I step out of my slip-on shoes and take a nylon-encased step inside, white mini-tank and matching micro-skirt glowing, toward to moaning pile of femboys. The door seals us in and we are surrounding by squirming, kissing sex-kittens and lust. Soft pillows and couch-cushions litter the ground and I trip onto a soft body, who kisses me and moves their lips all over my face and neck. More hands rub me as cocks and little penises flash on the walls, hypnotic voices encouraging us.

It's too dark to see much, but we are all smooth and clean as agreed, and the smell is intoxicating. Our glossy bodies rub and caress each other, voices are all coming from the speakers to mask or different pitches of moans. I can feel free to squeal and groan without worrying if I sound girly enough, stroke without thinking about if they want it, we are all here for this. Gooner femboys.

For 6 hours, we can relax and cuddle here. Everybody is so soft and loving, my cock has never been so kissed, and my arms have never been this full of beauty. The hot women and transgirls on the walls are a nice background, but the flash of slobbering femboy face in my lap is what makes this so special. I've watched hypno plenty of times, some of my favorites from EmpororHypnos have been played, but the shared experience is truly the way to watch. Our cocks have gotten stiff as boards in our panties and lingerie, some of us just naked, and the penetration is starting.

Femboys are flipping over and throwing their legs up, the cocks are getting bigger and more frequent on the projectors. The music has extra backing sounds that make me feel fuzzy and welcome as I join the humping. I'm blindly pawing at sexy skin and hard dicks, trying to find some place to stick my own. Lights are pulsing in waves as the music gets louder and deeper.

Every time I come to this dark basement, there seems to be different people, but everyone is so careful and loving. A mouth or someone's ass finds its way onto my hard cock and I just grab the person in front of me. When the music gets faster I just hump with reckless abandon, sometimes getting my own mouth or ass filled. 69ing lets us both watch the hypnos with the best view ever, but so does doggie-style. Our sweet, sweaty bodies collide and vibrate together until someone cums, then another takes the open hole.

The chains of blowjob to butt-fucking sometimes includes every participant. A normal doggie-style train is too long to fit all of us, even if we are all kneeling upright as we thrust, but femboys are always cumming and going. I don't mind waiting for a particularly sexy ass or mouth to open up, but I've gotten impatient enough to just stick my cock into whatever hole is in front of me. Each of us feels different, but we all love to switch off and change positions often.

My favorite way to cum is when I am prone-boning while getting fucked or fingered. Staring up at the flashing cocks and hot girls and subliminal messages short-circuits my brain, And the lubed up buttcheeks, digits, and kisses always make me cum the hardest. I become an incoherent humping machine, especially when the beat drops perfectly as I'm throbbing. It's hard to tell which screams are mine, other femboys, or the speakers, but I have to stop myself from saying "thank you" and "I love you" to each and every one.

Rule #2: We do NOT TALK about the goon cave

(Okay its actually just don't talk IN or AROUND it)

None of us (except our host) has any information about the others. Beyond the agreed upon cleanliness and screening, we can also trust that no angry spouses or police will be showing up to cart them off. The goon cave isn't a place, it's a state of mind, we're all here to turn our brains to mush. Nothing stops us from meeting up after or exchanging numbers, but our host encourages anonymity and obscurity. Our blasting hypno music and unrestrained moans are all the communication we need, but we also take the first couple hours to figure out each other's moods and bodies.

The mystery is inconsequential, but it's better to look forward to the experience instead of who will be there. Our lives are scheduled and structured, gooning is an escape, from time and mindset, and this is the physical place to do that. The darkness is hiding things, but we all have things we don't like about ourselves, so covering it in soft lingerie feels a bit sexier in the dark. Moving around mostly by feel, we are cautious, and deliberate in our caresses and shimmies. The people in the room, ARE the room, and that means I am too.

When cocks are sliding in and out, there can't be anything holding us back. Literally, nothing stops anyone from leaving, but nothing should get in the way of anyone's enjoyment. I don't feel disappointed parents or the shame of a bigoted friend, the beautiful underground paradise is away from all that, full of love and understanding. Within 15 minutes of arriving, I can't even remember the day of the week, let alone the biggest stressors of my life. We lose ourselves, or we go until we've satisfied an itch, and we don't carry expectations in, out, or about anyone else.

Anyone that willingly goons is not a normal porn-watcher. Addiction to the hyper-sexualized imagery is irrelevant, everyone needs an escape, a dark place without fear or a bright place without judgement. The goon cave is our perverted minds plastered on the walls around us, instead of just the inside of our eyes, and we all love this shit. No single video plays for more than 2 minutes, and I suspect the host is and out-of-work VJ live-mixing the videos. They could be a foreign-government feminization agent for all I care, writhing in joy and pleasure in this basement is the perfect relaxation and getaway.

Some people trade numbers in the air-lock as they leave together, but some of us are fine with staying strangers. This wouldn't work without trust, and a generous, like-minded host, but sometimes things come up. Once a week is great for me, but it's tempting to take it further, or maybe taper off with someone leaving earlier each time. The surprise is always the best for me, no expectations, sometimes I match with someone and we cuddle the whole time... Maybe I'll find a girlfriend/boyfriend/butt-buddy here, but I'm still at the stage where I need a few days to recharge from it all.

The buzzing all over my body and ringing in my ears persists for a full day sometimes. Even if I do leave at the same time as another, it's a weak, lip-biting wobble through the midnight air. Sometimes we will take a moment to sit down together, but our panting and cuddling is the only communication I've ever managed. I can usually remember the feel of them from the opening half of the meet, the subtle differences in their touches. A resting head, a double-arm squeeze, or the way they use their legs. It's enough to know we aren't dreaming, but now it's time to go home.

Rule #3: Everyone out at the red lights!

An hour before our gathering ends, red lights will begin to glow, dimly. As we approach the end, they become more evident, until the entire room gets red and the music shuts off. We pair off to exit the air-lock, and our host watches from above to make sure we all leave safely. I've been so tempted to meet them, but only to thank them, I assume they join when or if they want, and prefer to stay secret.

It always seems to come so fast, not unlike our dicks. Even during the 'meet-and-greet' section, we're all usually quite pent up, as well as covered in soft lingerie and skin. I like to use special, scented creams to make it better for the others, but it always wears off from all the rubbing and lube. I like to wrap up as soon as I see a little bit of the red glow, but hardly ever leave before that (usually when I stop smelling like strawberries). Not that I'm a clean-freak, but my lust seems to get worked out of me at a similar pace as my lotion, and I always leave smelling much, much better!

Another femboy is usually leaving or waiting at the same time as me, and we always keep it to 2 in the air-lock. The sound-trap is only big enough for 2, and it also keeps us from making a big scene by leaving in a crowd. There could be as many as 40 of us packed in there sometimes, luckily the 3rd wall has sophisticated air-conditioning ducts and fans. If it captured all the heat alone from our gatherings, it could probably fuel the whole 6 hours, but the exhaustion is usually why I make my way to the exit.

Anything our host asks, goes. If they wanted to meet me, I'd be thrilled, but nobody knows and nobody asks about their motivations. I've checked porn sites and exposure blogs, but I'm almost disappointed that I don't see us. It feels so freeing to just jump into a blackout for so long with everyone else doing the same, like we're bumping around and having sex in our darkest fantasy dreams. I exclusively dream about the goon cave and all the smooth bodies and cum, but my dick knows to save that energy for the next time. Even jerking off to hypnos at home feels like a spoiler, and I see why some people wear chastity.

Rule #4: No Shoes or Heels in the Goon Cave

Sexiness is secondary to comfort, and that includes cages. We all wear stockings or just go barefoot into the lust-pile, but softer silicone cages are to hardest thing allowed to be worn. No metal garter clips, no spiked cuffs, nothing that isn't touch-pleasure-oriented. We can't see most of the time, so we also move slowly, but the softer and more form-fitting the garments make everything much safer. Our shoes and outside clothes keep all the problems at the door for us, and we don't bring anything personal.

Relaxation is key, feeling warm bodies and soft fabrics. Our senses are all being blasted with pleasurable waves in every way, and that's only multiplied by soft strangers. Barring any quick movement, only a cage gets in the way of constant stroking and cumming. Writhing and squirming with each other feels safe, wonderful, passionate, like a school of fish swimming along the hypnotic currents.

Some girls like a little nub or even a full-size cage, but most of us like to use our cocks. Cum gets on everything, no matter how much we all try to swallow and put it between juicy cheeks. Our thighs are the sickliest and sweetest parts, especially the caged bois, leaking like faucets with sweet, clear, honey. Aside from kissing and licking each other, sucking on a leaky cage is the best way to get a constant taste.

Accessories are fun, but in here, we are each other's toys. Even bondage is not worth the hassle, being held down and pinned will be happening all night anyways. Simply turning your ass over is a surefire way to get it fucked. Butt-plugs are great for arriving stretched, or storing leftover cum at the end, but the only girls with them in during our sessions just don't want to get butt-stuffed any deeper.

A flirty nightie or miniskirt is okay, but the less the better. besides choking and tripping, it's already warm enough that even thin layers will get sweaty. sometimes I'll get the cheapest lingerie I can find and let it be ripped and soiled throughout a meetup. Being naked at the start is fun, but getting stripped by passionate hands while a large, sexy video is telling you to free yourself is liberatingly hot.

I leave myself a way back inside my home so I can come with as little as possible. No one steals (except hearts), but it's that much easier to bask in the depravity and pleasure of escaping to a literal goon cave. We have bins for our sweats or jackets and shoes, but I can barely strip fast enough as is. My whole walk there is pure excitement, and the return journey is a frolic of satisfied grinning.

Rule #5: Everyone Participates in the Gooning

This is my hobby, my guilty pleasure, the thing I live for now. I don't mind the rest of my life or the short walk through the woods in sweats and lingerie, I even wear unplugged headphones in case someone talks to me. My head is spinning as I trudge through my trail, past another neighborhood, into the random backyard. there's almost never anyone arriving at the same time, but we sometimes will share a knowing smile as we approach the undressing room.

The basement door, so non-descript, yet inviting. No music or lights pouring out, just an androgynous figure going down the steps. She likes my freshly bought fishnet bodysuit, it took longer to get on than the walk, and I didn't bother with panties this time. She can't help but stroke it a little, leading me inside while holding the tip.

Now the blasting music and flashing lights pour over us, only blocked by the shifting silhouettes inside. Swoomp, the door reseals and now it's deafeningly peaceful as the soft hands pull us in. I love this hypno, one of my favorite Britney Spears songs, but the caressing and light tugging at the netting on my smooth body is everything. She wants us to have a cup of cum prepared on the video, but I'm surrounded by fresh sources, already dripping on my legs and toes.

It takes the video changing to realize how much of the moaning is actually us. Our sick little fucking fetishes coming to life in the form of lips and tongues that welcome and suck and kiss. Hands are in the air as we gyrate to the beautiful sights, sounds, and smells. I grab a head of hair and start making out as she squeezes my ass grips my bodysuit. I can barely hear or see the beautiful soul in my mouth, but she tastes and smells like femboy heaven.

Feeling is overwhelming, of all the senses, definitely the strongest in this goon cave. Standing, kneeling, on my back, never is my cock left unappreciated. Most of the time its smooth legs and stockings, sweaty and covered in cum as the night goes on. Another dick is fun to bat around and stroke together, side-to-side or bottoms together, sometimes just humping each other's tummies. A surprise mouth is the best, between the legs of a girl I'm kissing or one she grabbed and started fucking while we were still lip-locked and tongue-in-cheek.

Mounting another plump fembutt is unbelievable, no matter how many times I fill them. I imagine my ass feels the same for whoever is fucking me, but its hard to believe the absolute soul-sucking pleasure I get from pumping a girl in prone is something I'm GIVING as well. Kneeling up and humping is fun because I can get two helping handfuls of boi-titty. the interlocking fingers of their nipples and kissing their pineapple scented skin is almost as intense as the squeezing and massaging on my throbbing cock.

Cock going into my winking butt feels like a flush of energy and heat. The hands flicking my boi-nips drive me wild as I surrender as instructed by the charming woman and giant cocks on the walls. Her screams from behind me as I'm humped and clenching, matching her tone and tempo. We are good girls, we love to get fucked, we love cum, we love to goon to hypno all night.

Swallowing cum, covered in cum, cocks all over our faces and in our asses. It's good to watch hypno and suck cocks, it's fun to swallow cum and listen to loud, girly music. Dancing and wearing lingerie feels so nice and sexy, we want to be sexy and suck cock. We want to get fucked and suck cock, cum is delicious and we need to get it from hard cocks as much as possible. Our butts were made for cock, just like our mouths, and we need it, we want it.

We're good little bitches that need cock...

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Walking, crawling, slithering to the exit door, I can barely bring myself to stand. My sweatpants cover my sticky thighs, slip-on shoes for my netted feetsies, loose pullover for my groped boi-titties. The stairs out of heaven go the wrong way, but I'm actually so energized. I know it will start to throb soon, but for now I can't help but hold my arms out and bask in the refilling love.

I sit with another in a track suit, back-to-back as we giggle. Our heads wobble against each other as we try to confirm this was real, and we both experienced it. We may have fucked each other, but for now we just laugh at how perfect this night was, like every time. sighing gives way to a few sneaky kisses before we reach the part of the trail we split off.

Letting go of the soft hand, a paper is left in mine, with numbers...