My First Masturbation Party.

I got the delightfully evil idea of hosting a masturbation/sex party. Tossed it around with a couple of my previous hookups. They were both in favor, enthusiastically so, and both asked to be invited. I was nervous in the days leading up to it, and briefly considered chickening out. In the end, I'm glad I went through with it.

My boyfriend David and I have pretty much drifted apart. He is spending a lot of his time on a new relationship with one of the students in his English class, like he once did with me. He and I still hook up now and then, but nothing like we used to do. I don't really consider us bf/gf any more. And Mr.B is gone too. So that has left me with a temporary "sex deficit". Dave's still nice enough to help me edit my posts though. (Thanks Dave)

I contacted a few of the guys I had had casual sex with recently. I invited them to my party and managed to round up twelve willing participants.

On the big day, they started arriving as planned, eleven of them. We waited for the last guy to show up but gave up after 45 minutes. He was a no show and didn't respond to my attempts to contact him. Too bad for him. 

Once I decided to kick off the fun, I excused myself and went into my bedroom. I emerged again, naked except for a towel cinched around my hips. The room quieted down, all eyes on me. Then the hooting and hollering started.

Once they calmed down, I said, "Whoever wants to be first, get naked now!" You should have seen how fast their clothes flew all over the room. It was impossible to decide who finished first, so I scooped out some Vaseline and wrapped my hands around the closest dick, from behind its owner, my chest tight against his back.

It took almost no time for him to get hard. I stroked his boner with both hands using the endless vagina technique (alternating hands stroking from tip to base, like climbing a rope). Everybody else gathered around, helping themselves to the Vaseline, catcalling, masturbating and watching the show. My "victim" reached behind him and pulled away my towel, threw it in the air. Another guy caught it.

When my guy came, I caught the sperm in one hand while continuing to stroke him with the other one. After he finished, I smeared his cum all over his tummy and chest. Then I said, "Towel guy's next!" Victim #1 took the towel from #2 and wiped the mess off his tummy. I proceeded to give #2 his hand job, then #3 and so on, until I had given everyone their very own personal attention. That is everybody except two guys who lacked enough self control. They came solo just as I gave them the come-hither look.

I was red-faced, out of breath HORNY by then. I said, "Now you each have to make ME cum." They followed me into my bedroom, where I flopped back on the bed and waited... for about two seconds(!) before I was surrounded by as many guys as could squeeze on the bed without falling off. Hands and lips were all over me, my little titties, feet, legs, kissing me, while somebody, I don't know who, masturbated me to the first of I don't know how many orgasms. Those who couldn't fit on the bed stood around masturbating and watching, and eventually jostling themselves a place on the bed as others were expelled. There wasn't a single moment where I didn't have a finger inside me and something (a finger, a thumb, a tongue) on my clit, not to mention other things all over my body.

I then invited anyone willing, (and who wasn't? I love girl power!) and able, to fuck me one at a time. I was in heaven until the trouble started.

One guy, whom I now call Bull Dozer, started fucking me when there were still two more "remainders" waiting for their turns. In my experience, most guys come inside me within a couple of minutes, even if they had already just come from masturbating. I've hooked up with Bull before, and he was no exception. Doing the ole' in-n-out, he lasted only a couple of minutes inside me. But this time he fucked me for what seemed like forever. I did everything in my power, kissing, squeezing, pressing my heels on his back, massaging his sides and nipples, telling him he should go into porn, trying to make him cum, but he just kept going and going. I was beginning to feel suffocated under him. The "remainders" started complaining, "Come on bro, let somebody else have a turn", stuff like that. He lasted well over an hour, by which time I was exhausted. I finally whispered in his ear, "It's do or die time, let yourself go or get off me, I can't take any more." That's when he came so hard... he pushed in so hard it hurt. He held that final thrust deep inside me during his whole orgasm. I could feel his boner pulsating in time with his grunts.

After he dismounted and I caught my breath, I said I can't do any more.

Needless to say, I was useless after that and staggered to the bathroom. When I came out, I thanked everyone for coming(!). I apologized and promised the three remainders I would have them back again when I felt up for it. I asked everyone to let themselves out, the last one please to lock the door. I fell asleep naked on the bed. I don't remember anything else until I woke up a little before noon the next morning, badly in need of a change of bed sheets and a hot shower.

I made good on my promise to get together with the remainders two days later. We had a great time together, all four of us. I hope it made up for their disappointment, and then some. Judging by their behavior, I think it did. I promised each one separate meetups later for more intimate hookups. I may post about those if they turn out noteworthy.