Chapter 4: Enjoying the Party

Lo and behold it wasn’t even two seconds until the guy next to me was putting his hands up my skirt and groping my boob! Nothing like getting right to the point! He’d come in during the middle of the initiation “ceremony” and I was too focused on what was happening in front of me to take much notice of him when he sat down next to me.

I turned to look at him and saw a good looking guy probably about thirty or so. He appeared to be in great shape and obviously worked out but without getting that muscle- bound look that some guys seemed to think made them look sexy (not!). His head was shaven and I suspected it was due more to pre-mature balding than fashion judging from the hint of a receding hairline. The thing that captivated me wasn’t the muscles in his arms or the solid jaw though; it was his eyes that mesmerized me. They were bright blue, almost like neon lights, and I swore there was a twinkle there that helped to soften the rather clumsy fondling moves he was making.

Actually, I was a little surprised as at his age I would have thought he’d been a little more “experienced” in his moves. Although young guys are fun given their quick recovery and enthusiasm, I’ve always been drawn to older guys. Maybe it because I am so much younger than they are, or maybe I remind them of their daughter or niece; whatever it is they treat me with more respect and seem to be more concerned about meeting my needs. Young guys just want to fuck and it’s like they pick me only because I just happen to be available to satisfy their needs. Older guys can be just as horny, especially the married ones with bitchy wives, yet they somehow manage to control it better. THIS guy was more like an eighteen year-old than someone twice that age so it made me wonder what his story was.

My thoughts about his background were interrupted when his hand reached down under my skirt and I felt his fingers caressing my bare pussy. He grinned like a kid opening his birthday presents when he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties.

“My, aren’t we the naughty little girl,” he said with a hint of a smirk.

“Who’s the naughty one? I’m not the one with my hand under a girl’s skirt,” I teased him back.

He laughed at my retort and started to work his fingers between my pussy lips. It wasn’t difficult as I was already pretty wet after watching the initiation ceremony.

“Hmmmmmm, I take it you were getting turned on watching their little show?” he asked playfully.

“Judging from that bulge in your pants, I don’t think I was the only one!” I replied and then suddenly I gasped as he shoved his finger deep inside of me. “Now THAT feels good!”

“I bet you’re quite the tease with the boys,” he said as he began to stroke his finger in and out of me like a small cock.

I moaned softly as he took his wet finger and pulled it out of me to play with my clit, running small circles around it and pressing lightly on it, almost just teasing it with his soft touch. Then he pulled his hand away from me and unzipped his jeans. He pulled his pants and underwear down and took them off along with his shoes and socks leaving him wearing just a light blue striped dress shirt on. The shirt tails were long enough to cover his crotch and he pulled them aside to reveal his hard dick. It was about average in my opinion, nothing to write home about but adequate to get the job done just fine. What was best was that he was nice and hard. He didn’t have the kind of dick that pointed upward when it was erect but rather stuck out parallel to the floor from his crotch.

“OK, time for you to quit teasing and suck my cock,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone, like he was just announcing dinner time or something.

What could I say? The whole reason I was there in the first place was to do just that - suck cock and get fucked. He knew it as well as I did so could I really blame him for just assuming he could demand it and I would comply? In a way it was sort of refreshing not to have to play the little games you go through on a first date and get right down to what you both know you want. Usually I have to be the aggressor as most guys are too shy on the first date to go for it. My philosophy is why waste a perfectly good night out just to set the stage for the next time?

I stood up and quickly stripped off my clothes, laying them on the back of the couch in hopes they wouldn’t be disturbed. Standing there naked in front of him, he spread his knees apart and I knelt down between them, placing my hands on each knee to steady myself.

Once on the floor I reached out and took his cock in my hand. It felt warm and smooth to the touch, really no different than most any other. Every cock LOOKS a little different but in the end, they all are similar in terms of taste and feel. Some guys have distinctive shapes, especially when they’re hard, and a few are identifiable by their odor but I think that has more to do with their selection of bath products than anything else.

Before I went any further I took a quick look around. Beth was nowhere to be seen, most likely off having fun of her own. One couple was at the other side of the room sitting together on an overstuffed arm chair making out like two teenagers in the back seat of his parent’s car. Remarkably, they were still dressed and seemed to be happy just groping each other for now.

At first it might seem like one for the shrinks but if you think about it, it makes perfect sense. If they HAD been teenagers and having sex is taboo and hidden, he would have been trying to strip her down poke her as fast as possible whereas in a situation like this, where anything was allowed and neither party was about to say “no”, it was more controlled and enjoyable for everyone. I’ve always contended that if sex was treated more openly and in a mature manner that many of the “problems” with sex offenders and teen pregnancies would disappear at the same time.

Other than them, the room was empty except for a single girl who had made herself comfortable on the love seat across from us. She hadn’t moved from there since the party started except to strip off her clothes and now she was leaned back against the side with her feet up on the cushions, playing gently with herself as she watched us and the other couple. I hadn’t seen her at the previous party, or at least I didn’t remember her, but she didn’t have to be “initiated” so she must have been here before.

I wondered if she was just a “lurker:, watching others while not actually participating, or what. Perhaps “peeping tom” would be a better description except she made no effort to disguise her interest in us. It wasn’t like I minded her watching; if anything I was curious what her plans were and if maybe she would join in later after getting herself off. Technically you were supposed to actively participate but I suppose exceptions were made, especially for hot looking girls.

My attention returned to the thick cock I was holding in my hand, my fingers wrapped around it gripping it tightly but not hard enough to hurt him. He was watching my every move and clearly growing impatient with me.

“Well, you gonna blow me or what?” he asked with a bit of frustration mixed in his tone.

No sense in answering that directly when I could just let my mouth show him so I lowered my head to his crotch and slowly, deliberately, took him inch by inch into my mouth. He wasn’t all that long and so I was able to relatively easily take all him in until my lips met the base of his cock and my nose was pressed into his hairy groin.

“Hot damn, now THAT’S what I’m talking about!” he gasped as I twisted my head around his dick, letting my tongue work around the base of his cock as I did.

Just as slowly as I had descended on him, I raised my head back up again until his dick slipped from my lips and stood erect, quivering and shining with my spit.

“Want more?” I teased him.

“Don’t stop now dammit!” he said, sounding as exasperated as I felt naughty to tease him in this way.

It made me feel good to have a guy begging for more of my mouth, wanting nothing more at that moment than to feel my lips and tongue caressing his dick, driving sensation through him that left him needing more and more. I must have sucked on him a good ten minutes or more and I was actually a bit impressed by his control. Most guys would have cum in the first five minutes and it was a rarity for anyone to last more than ten, at last the first time. It made me start to wonder if he had masturbated or fucked someone before the party. All in all, it was probably for the best as somehow I had a suspicion he was probably only good for one big load before having to rest and recover. It was just a feeling I had, no hard evidence but I was usually correct in my assessments when it came to the staying power of a man.

Well, if he was only going to be a one-shot wonder then I’d better plans for where the event would occur so I got up off of my knees and placed on leg up on the couch beside him, leaving myself standing on the other. The result was he was positioned under me like a missile ready for takeoff except in this case the target was just inches above it - my pussy.

I was wet enough by now that I wasn’t worried about taking him in. Reaching between my legs, I held the tip of his cock with my fingertips and guided it to where my pussy was impatiently waiting for him. Feeling his cock head pressing against me, I dropped down at him just as his dick moved into position.

My pussy tried valiantly to resist him, which always seemed to be a bit counterintuitive to me. All I wanted at this moment was to feel his dick inside of me yet the same pussy that craved it always seemed to want to play hard-to- get. In a way I was proud of my pussy for being so tight, despite the number of guys who had violated it, but yet at the same time it didn’t have to be TOO tight! In this case with my full weight on him my pussy was clearly overmatched and relented quickly, allowing his head to penetrate and disappear inside of me.

“Damn your cunt’s tight!” he hissed at me, groaning as his cock recovered from the strain of pressing itself into me, “How does a fucking slut like you still have such a tight cunt?”

Once his head was in me the rest of his cock slid in easily after it so I waited to answer until my ass was planted on his lap and his cock was now completely absorbed within me.

“Do you know what’s going to happen if you keep calling me a ‘fucking slut’ and my pussy a ‘cunt’?” I asked him, acting as if I was irritated. He just looked me in the eyes and grinned, not fooled a bit by my supposed protest.

“Oh? And just what would that be, little miss princess?” he teased me back.

I couldn’t keep a straight face at that point so I broke out laughing and slapped him playfully.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to fuck you like one then,” I answered, giving him my naughtiest expression.

We fucked like that for a while and then eventually he moved me into a doggy position with my feet on the floor, bending over on the chair, and then again I rode him except this time with both feet on the floor, facing away from him.

It was interesting at that point as I could see the others in the room. The one couple had finally gotten past third base and a were fucking like I knew they eventually would. Nothing wild or actually even very interesting there, just typical missionary style on the floor. Our lone “lurker” was still watching, playing with her pussy almost absentmindedly. From what I could tell, she hadn’t gotten herself off, at least not yet, as seemed content just to watch me and the other guy fuck. No sign of any interest in her part in joining in either. Oh well, her loss.

In the meantime my guy, who was making a remarkable display of stamina that extended WAY beyond the average, finally reached the point where he was ready to cum. With both hands, he pushed my ass upward and off his dick so violently it almost sent me sprawling forward.

“Get on your knees - hurry!” he gasped, stroking his cock quickly.

Based on the urgency in his voice, there wasn’t any time to argue, so I complied with his demands and kneeled down in front of him. Personally, I’d hoped he would cum in my pussy but better to get it in my mouth than none at all, which is what would have happened if I’d led a protest. In addition, I prefer to be the one getting him with my mouth or hand and not just sit back on my knees and watch him stroke himself until he cums. Apparently this guy had been watching too many porn movies and now he wanted to act out his masturbation fantasies with me as he pushed my hand away from his dick and proceeded to finish himself off while I watch.

“Open your mouth,” he said urgently, “Stick out your tongue.”

It was like a scene right out of one of my dad’s stupid porn movies but what could I do? I watched him take another stroke and then his hips thrust forward and I saw the first ribbon of cum stream from the end of his cock. Do I even need to say that it missed my mouth by a mile? Only six inches away and my mouth spread wide open, how can you miss? It hit me in the forehead instead, and left a track down over the brow of my nose, just missing my eye and onto my cheek.

The next shot was just as much off the mark but this time hit the side of my face and then moved to my chin and a little to my neck and chest. With the two biggest blasts out of the way, he held hid cock so the head was resting on my outstretched tongue and fired away his next couple of shots, forcing it back along my tongue until it dripped down into my throat and forming a pool on my tongue. I had to quickly swallow a little or else I would’ve gagged, giving him an excuse to let the rest of it loose on my cheek and chin.

“Oh yeah,” was all he could say, wheezing and gasping for air.

I grabbed his cock from him and used it like a squeegee to scrape whatever cum I could from my face into my mouth. Then I spit his cum back out so it draped over his cock like creamy sauce on a hotdog. Leaning forward, I took him back in my mouth and used my lips to pull it all back into my mouth again before sucking on just the head like a popsicle.

“Damn, that feels fuckin’ incredible,” he groaned, his sensitive cock twitching as I sucked on it.

I didn’t actually have much in my mouth, just my lips doing the work, which allowed me to swallow the cum remaining in my mouth. I let him loose and looked up, opening my mouth wide to show him I had swallowed it, like a child proving to her mommy that she had taken her medicine.

With that, I just winked at him and turned to walk away. The girl that had been watching was getting herself off now, she must have been waiting for him to cum on me before she did. It wasn’t like I had never seen a girl masturbating herself to an orgasm before so I left the room to find the bathroom so I could clean myself off.

I’d been told earlier that the bathroom was at the end of the hall so I went to the closed door and knocked, expecting it to be occupied - for one reason or another. Surprisingly, it was empty and I looked at myself in the mirror and groaned. The bastard had sprayed me even more than ‘d realized - getting it into my hair even which really upset me. Cum is a pain to get out of your hair, especially if you let it dry, so I found a comb and tried my best to get it out while it was still fresh. I’ve mentioned this before and so someone once wrote me an e-mail to say that the best thing to get cum out of your hair was piss. Well, don’t hold your breath waiting for me to try THAT piece of advice!

Most of it came out and I found a clean washcloth to wipe the rest of it off my face and body. Undoubtedly I’d missed some - always seemed to happen no matter how hard you looked for it. More than few times my mom or dad would roll their eyes when I came home from a date and when I asked what the story was they would point to a few (or more) drops of cum on my dress or whatever. Oh well, at least they knew I had a good time!

Finished with all that, I wandered around to see what else was happening. If there was one thing I knew, tonight I was looking for something special, something to remember the night by. I’ll always remember my first party for the initiation, even though I was fucked better later in the party. What would be my memory from tonight? Certainly, or at least I hoped, not the first guy. Nothing much different or unusual about him fucking me. Sure we were watched by that girl but that wasn’t all that different from when my mom watched me and my dad going at it.

From what I could see, at any one time there were three to four couples fucking with the rest socializing or taking in the shows - or both. For the most part, there was always something different to watch as different people would pair up and try different pieces of furniture in different combinations and positions. A few threesomes, and at one point even a foursome, got together but for the most part it was one-to-one tonight.

As for me, I really wasn’t interested in having multiple guys at one time, and this just wasn’t the place where I wanted to be with a girl. You see for me, sex with a girl is much more intimate and personal than being with a guy. Face it, with most guys I just want to be fucked and enjoy the ride! Usually I enjoy giving just as much as I receiving although I admit to being a bit on the selfish side many times.

Ever since my first time back when I was just fourteen, I’ve loved sex and I suppose it comes as no surprise that guys are generally more than willing to take care of my physical needs. Even wanting sex with my own dad is as much a physical craving as anything although with him, I also get the enjoyment of pleasing my dad and letting him satisfy his lust with me. If I am being honest with myself though, I have to admit feeling a hunger for him that is more than just daughterly love, especially if I’m horny

Girls, however, are an entirely different story. You need to keep in mind that my first experience with a woman was a little different than for most girls, to say the least. The first girl to lick my pussy, and vice versa, was my mom with her sister being the second not long afterwards. I don’t know of anyone else (at least, anyone I believe) who can say that their first lesbian experience was with their mom and aunt!

For the next two years they were the only women I was with in sexual terms. In high school, I was at a lot of parties and sleepovers where we played around, sometime with a little Truth or Dare to spice things up. It wasn’t like we were serious about it and other than a few innocent kisses and mutual masturbation experiences, it was strictly boys for me outside of my family.

I wasn’t until I went to college and met my freshman dorm roomie Brenda that I did anything that could be called a deliberate sexual act with another girl. At least, that’s the way I explain it to most people to avoid the inevitable issues that would arise should I admit who was really my first girl. In any case, Brenda WAS the first girl I was with that was under thirty!

As a rule, my female sexual experiences have always been more emotionally fulfilling, much more tender and loving, than those with the guys. My mom has never been into anything wild or fast with me, preferring instead to simply caress and love me as an intimate lover would. My aunt was much the same way. Even Brenda was usually more into cuddling than anything else; although there were a few times that got out of hand, such as when we were both would be in a more horny mood and shared my double dildo (a high school graduation gift from my dad).

I was daydreaming about all this as I watched a young couple fucking on the floor smack in the middle of the living room. At the time I was sitting on the couch, still naked, and was just lightly touching myself as I watched intently. I couldn’t help but jump a little when an unseen hand started running its fingers through my hair. When I turned around my eyes focused on a guy standing behind the couch, reaching down to my head.