New Year's Party.

Writing is hard for me. I have so many things I want to write about. I keep
trying to improve. Still, I need help, so I asked my English teacher,
Mr. Fellows (not his real name), for help writing this post. He was
my date at the event I’m about to describe. He’s very open minded
and into group sex, like me, and sexy too. He walked me through each
sentence, pointed out spelling and grammar mistakes, suggested more
interesting vocabulary here and there, etc. When we were done, he
smiled, and said it’s just as he remembers it.

I may ask him for help with posts about other events too, whether or
not he is a participant. I know he won’t be jealous. Anyway, with
warmest thanks to Mr. Fellows, here's what happened at Mr.B's new
year's party a few days ago.

The first time I attended Mr.B’s new year’s party was two years ago.
Unlike that time, this time I knew more or less what to expect. About
a dozen men were there. Jessica and I were the only girls. I hadn’t
met any of the men before except of course for Mr.B and Mr. Fellows.

Jessica is about the same age as I am. She goes to a different school. While
getting to know each other, she told me that this wasn’t her first
visit with Mr.B. She had been there before with the same date, Mr.
Handley (not his real name), who brought her to this party as well.
This would be her first foray into anything resembling group sex.

She’s highly sexual but didn’t know what to expect, Mr. Handley having
told her only vague things such as the party “will be lots of fun”
and “will expand your horizons”. I told her how the party played
out two years ago. She was at once nervous, no, actually
petrified, yet excited. Mr.B assured her that she could say “no”
at any time if she didn’t want to keep going. Mr.B is strict on
that point. I was at his house once when a guest insisted I do
something that I didn’t want do, and Mr.B kicked him out on the
spot. I never saw him again.

Shortly before midnight, the men congregated around Jessica and me, telling
suggestive jokes and generally being flirtatious. We reciprocated in
kind. They were increasingly handsy, but only on top of our clothes.
I answered back with an occasional boner squeeze through their
slacks. Jess was more shy at first and the men respected that. But
after a while she relaxed and they got bolder. As the stroke of
midnight crept near, one guy pressed in behind me and fondled my
titties with both hands. Mr. Fellows kissed Jess while also pressing
her skirt up against her crotch.

Once midnight came and all the well wishing and cheering died down, Mr.B
announced that the entertainment would begin (as if it hadn’t
already begun). He switched the TVs, from festivities in New
York, to playing porn videos. He directed Jessica and me to stand in
the center. The men formed a circle around us. We each were told to
select someone to undress us in full view of all.

From the moment I first saw Ian’s hair and muscles, and heard his Irish
accent, I decided he would be the one to undress me. Turns out Jess
wanted him too. So lucky Ian (Jess and I were really the lucky ones)
got to strip both of us, cheered on by everyone else, along with a
fair amount of good natured ribbing hurled in his direction. He
alternated between Jess and me, plucking off one piece at a time. My
hair bow was first. Ian took it off and flung it away. The man who
caught it (Gordon) would be the first to receive a hand-job from me
in the next activity. He carefully removed each article with a
theatrical flair, followed by raucous cheering from the onlookers.
When he unbuttoned my blouse, the loudest cheer erupted. I don’t
wear a bra. Everyone already knew that because my blouse was
semi-transparent. In fact, my blouse and thinly veiled titties were
the subject of much of the banter before our ceremonial stripping.
Drawing away the veil further roused them.

Jess was shy at the start of the “strip show”. She warmed to the
occasion as we became more exposed in steps. She covered up her
titties (barely larger than my own) and crotch as Ian exposed each
area. In the end we were both naked, turning around, hands high in
the air, posing for the pleasure of the room full of lusting male
eyes gawking at us. I got a huge rush, basking in the power I (we
both) had over all those men.

Mr.B set two chairs side by side in the middle of the room, and facing in
opposite directions. The men got to strip and sit on a chair, Jess’s
or mine. Jess and I would straddle their legs, lube up, and give them
a hand job. I Masturbated Gordon first until he came. Each man in
turn happily fondled, kissed, fingered, whatever their blessed little
hearts desired (except fuck us) while we masturbated them. When one
man finished, we cleaned up, and another took his place to receive
his very own hand job.

Once all of them had cycled through, Jess and I were expected to put on
our own masturbation show. We laid on the sofa, me at one end, Jess
at the other, my feet pressed against hers. I caressed myself all
over for a couple of minutes then gradually transitioned to
masturbating (still caressing my nipples with my free hand). Jess
took more time caressing her body before she gathered up the nerve to
masturbate for our audience. My being there helped to lower her
inhibition. She later told me she wouldn’t have done it if she was
the only girl present. Once she closed her eyes, she cast aside her
inhibitions.

When I felt the first stirrings of my orgasm coming on, I locked eyes with
Ian while he stroked his boner standing practically over me. I
watched his face the whole time my orgasm built up until I had to
withdraw inside myself and let loose. I closed my eyes and came hard.
So did Ian, dropping a few drips on my titties and chin! Not that I
was keeping track, but that was his second orgasm so far. When I
opened my eyes again, he was still squeezing the last bit from his
boner with it’s shiny red tip.

Jess had really gotten into it by then. With one hand, she rubbed her clit
and with the other pushed her middle finger in and out. I sat up and
tickled her feet and legs to push her over the edge. She had the
sweetest look on her face, her eyes closed tight, fast deep breaths,
little titties bobbing with every spasm. She didn’t make a sound. I
swear, someday I’m going to do sixty-nine with her, and other
things too.

Ian apologized for dripping on me. He retrieved his shirt to wipe me off.
I stood up, wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled his face down to
mine. On my tiptoes, we kissed, two naked bodies pressed together.
His still half-hard boner came all the way up to my chest between my
titties. I looked over at Jess. Mr. Handley had a hand on her titty,
his arm reaching around her back, and fingered her with the other
hand, while she was arched backward, and kissed her.

Eventually, Mr.B announced it was time to go into the bedroom for the “main
event”. Jess and I held hands together and walked, actually
skipped, with a devil-may-care attitude, as the gaggle of naked men
parted to let us through. They trailed behind us going upstairs to
the bedroom. Jess and I trampolined on the king size bed until I
dragged her down, rolled on top of her, and kissed her. We fingered
each other for a couple of minutes. Boners were rising again all
around. I felt ecstatic wielding my girl power.

Then it was time to officially gang bang the new year in! Without going
into detail, I will tell you it was like an endless lay, one after
the other until the men were spent. After the first time, Jess and I
didn’t need any more Astrogel. It was one man after another, roll
on, roll off, until everyone had a turn. Most
returning for seconds, or more. Ian laid on me and plunged inside without
needing a guiding hand. He shot number three inside me. He lasted
longer a while later with Jess (number four). After
a couple hours to recuperate and regenerate, Ian lasted at least a
half hour thrusting inside me again (number five). If there was a
prize for the most cums, not counting mine, he won it hands down. I
lost count of how many time I came, though it was way more than five.

A few men, after being unable to get it up any more, still took turns
to lay with us, for a session of kissing, fondling, fingering,
dry-humping, you name it. It went on like that well into the morning.
Occasionally, someone would manage to raise a sufficient boner for a
final fuck.

It had been a most orgasmic, yet exhausting experience. Jess and I both
both plan to get together in a five-way with Mr. Handley, Mr.
Fellows, and Ian once we can arrange it. Since that night, when I
masturbate, I fantasize about those three men playing with Jess, and watching her sweet cum-face over
and over.