Chapter 1

“So, Bubba, you invited me to this party. What’s the deal?” I asked my old buddy, Bubba Stone, who had bothered to invite me to a bash in my hometown.

“Well, yeah, man ... you know. The life of the fucking party, but this is especially gonna rock your world. By the way, Steve’s here. Remember Steve Ward? Adam Costello? His brother Andy? Any of those names ring a bell?” Bubba laughed as he tossed back a Budweiser, his second from the six-pack while we waited for the other guests.

“What about Myron Schaefer?” I wondered about my old friend from Chess Club (yes, I was a chess geek, so sue me).

“Oh, hell, yes! He’ll probably bitch about the missus, as he often does, but overall, he’s not badly off. He’s the principal at TR High these days,” Bubba chuckled while passing me a Sam Adams, “damn you and your expensive tastes in beer, Frank.”

“That’s why I drink less in one sitting, dude. I deliberately price myself out of anything more than a good buzz. Besides, it tastes better. Samuel Adams, that is. And, hey, I got something else that feels great,” I handed him a bong.

“Oh, fuck, yeah! Sweet smokes! I love me some fine-ass weed!” Bubba beamed while the first guests arrived.

“I thought that this was gonna be a party, bro, not a sausage fest,” I teased my old friend about the lack of female company.

“Trust me, man! When the girls show, they will make a fucking splash! Oh, and here they are!” Bubba took a hit off the bong before passing it off to the other dudes.

Sure enough, about six or so fine females that I would almost swear I dated at least once right after high school (I didn’t have a love life until after prom) turned, all of them dressed up in some kind of mask, costume, or disguise. It was the seventh or possibly eighth that I doubted that I ever saw before, however, and who intrigued me most of all. She wasn’t from my “Summer Sweat” days that started with the Prom Incident, but she was quite captivating for reasons of her own.

“Who’s that?” I asked Bubba.

“Now, now, man ... chill! Don’t mess with the magic and mystery,” Bubba deliberately played it coy for once.

“You know, man, your exploits on Prom Night are still legendary, man! Not many dudes kick a guy’s ass so badly that he limps off the dance floor and looks like a raccoon for weeks after that! I think that, after that, nobody quite thought of you the same way. You didn’t even have a tux or a date, man, but when you exited the room, you had wrestlers pissing their pants! Some chess geek showing up, uninvited, no less, just to teach a lesson to a damn fool who didn’t treat his twin sister right ... ouch! Even if Matt bothered to press charges, no one would have taken it too seriously. Take that from a Deputy Sheriff,” Bubba laughed hoarsely, even as one of the ladies took his hand and led the way to a spare bedroom.

She didn’t waste any time tossing aside the scarves that composed most of her outfit and getting naked on her hands and knees. Two men grabbed her face, another spread her cheeks and started rimming her lovely tush, but it was Bubba who especially shocked me by gesturing at me. The grin on his face made the invitation plain: I was the guest of honor and was entitled to the first roll in the hay, as it were.

So much for a beery sausage fest, I laughed as I slapped the outer lips a little and even landed a couple of swats on the mystery lady’s bare bottom. She only had a mask on now, so I made a point of leaving that on her, since she clearly wanted to remain anonymous. I slid a finger into her sloppy slit for a few strokes before one of her girlfriends helped guide me inside her and even slipped my balls into her mouth while I began my tumble with the glorious stranger.

Damn, I thought, this party ... and evening, escalated quickly, didn’t it? One would almost think that this was the whole fucking point of the night, to arrange this gang-bang, but for whom? Indeed, given how easily the activities turned into a clusterfuck, it was hard to say who was the true beneficiary of the orgy. I kept ramming and hammering at the unknown lady’s shaved gash while the designated rimmer just kept eating her sweet ass for dessert. He clearly loved his role, and to be honest, I could see why ... up to a point. I just hoped that he got a chance to fill that hole with more than just fingers and tongue.

I really found myself getting into the action as I humped the holy hell out of the lady in question and prone-boned her into next week. I lost track of time, of the activities of others, of anything but this wild and wanton romp while pounding her from behind and even grabbing her long tresses of luscious and luxuriant jet-black hair ... only to accidentally yank what turned out to be a wig away from her golden curls. Why did she conceal her true hue, anyway?

That was when I felt soft, feminine hands on my butt while the girl still sucking my balls licked them so much that I erupted inside my enigmatic companion. The man rimming her arose and shrugged before leaning over to suck my dick clean straight from her soaking wet twat. I froze as I realized that a guy that I probably grew up with now gave me a blowjob. He winked at me while the two ladies caressed and pulled me away from the stranger so another man could take my place.

That other man turned out to be my erstwhile cocksucker, who was very eager to benefit from the buttered bun, as it were. The two women then gave me a drink from the classic “red solo cup” of Toby Keith fame before guiding me down the hall. I didn’t know what was in the syrupy sweet beverage, but I knew that I had been drugged somehow, judging by the hazy memories that followed from the rest of the night. I knew that each of the women soon took their turns with me, too, making it a reverse gang-bang of sorts.

Blurry images of naked, half-naked, and costumed, heavily painted women, each of them taking me cowgirl or reverse-cowgirl style, followed me through that night until I passed out cold. I awoke in the nude, covers barely concealing any part of me, even as a ginger and brunette (a real one with sandy hair, this one) played tug of war with my flesh. I felt a stirring in my loins and then looked down to see a blonde’s head pop out from under the blanket. Or at least the top of her head, including her amber locks as she took me repeatedly down her throat to the root.