50-year Anniversary NYE Mutual Session

It occurred to me that last New Year’s Eve was the 50th anniversary of a semi-public mutual masturbation session involving a friend of my sister and me. At the time I was 16 1/2 and the girl (Terri) had recently turned 16 (Terri in fact was one of the friends who went into town in my story “Temple of Onan 2”). This NYE one of the girls in our crowd (Sally - who also played a role in “Temple of Onan 2” as one of the inspirations to my voyeuristic jackoff cums) was allowed to host the party at the family’s Whistler Mountain ski cabin. The cabin, while large, had a quite rudimentary layout (four bedrooms and a couple of bathrooms on the upper floor and an open room with a bathroom and kitchen equipment along one wall on the lower floor). It was a long trek from the Lower Mainland of Vancouver but turned out to be well worth the trip.

We all had a great time at the party - older siblings had made sure we were well-stocked with beer and wine. Over the course of the evening Terri and I got very flirty (she was very mature for her age, much more so than I - admittedly a quite low bar!). After midnight came and went she quietly told me she thought she and I should “play with ourselves” once everybody bunked down for the night. She had arranged with Sally that one of the upstairs bedrooms would be hers for the night, but when we crept up there we found the bedroom door locked with obvious sounds of sex emanating from inside. We got our sleeping bags and staked out places in the lower floor communal room - too horny to let our desires be denied.

Someone put on a fire in the fireplace and the lights went out, with people settling down to crash on the floor. Couples in the group had scored the upstairs bedrooms and it was singles in the downstairs room. Terri and I were in our sleeping bags beside each other, with our feet innocently towards each others head. We subtly unzipped our bags, and we each pulled down our underwear and Terri got her sleeping gown up to her neck. When we were reasonably sure everybody was asleep, we half-rolled onto our sides, more or less blocking any view of our genitals and hands, and set to work!

I slowly stroked my cock, which seemed extra-hard because of the presence of so many others sleeping nearby. Terri was rubbing her sweet little cuntlips and clit and the view I had in the flickering light from the fireplace was red-hot. Terri’s bush wasn’t very grown in at her age and I got a really good view of her fingers working her pussy. She was enjoying the vista as I patiently jacked my throbbing cock. We were masturbating as quietly as we could so as not to wake others, but every few minutes someone would stir and we’d have to stop until it seemed safe to again proceed.

After we’d been at it for half an hour or so, cum-time reared its non-deniable head. Terri’s fingers worked her sweet meat more and more quickly and she climaxed, her thighs clenched together and her hips humping uncontrollably as she lightly gasped in pleasure. I had stopped jacking while I watched her cum and when I resumed (all quiet in the room), I soon drew a wet flow of pre-cum. At that point, Terri pushed my hand off my cock and took over.

Her small hand wasn’t entirely encasing my cock and her slow, easy stroke enabled her to sense my growing excitement and treat me to stop-and-start action that built up my cumload and prolonged my pleasure. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and slowly but insistently humped into her moving fist. I managed to reach down and rub my balls and I unloaded all over Terri’s titlets and smooth belly. She was plastered by rope after rope of thick, hot, spurting teen cum. I managed to keep silent as spasms of pleasure ripped through me. Terri milked every drop of semen out of me and then wiped my cock, her hand and body with her night gown. We slept.

When I woke in the morning, Terri was already up and dressed. She later told me it’d been quite the job wiping up the dried cum off the floor that’d missed her body the night before.