C took me to a party a little while ago.  We don’t often do that as we prefer more intimate spaces, closer interactions with our sex partners.  But this was a special treat.  Five couples and five singles sitting making small talk, making eyes, short laughs, silly asides – the normal get-to-know-you rituals that precede having sex with near strangers.

One slim lass took my hand and held it to her sex.  The impatience of youth has its upside.  I gently wormed my fingers into her gorgeous underwear to find she had a serious need which the lightest flick of my finger fulfilled, and I heard a little rush of air as she gasped out her pleasure.  We kissed and she wriggled off the couch.  I knew where she was heading!

I looked across the room and saw C was engaged, wine glass in one hand while his other hand was holding the bra cup that would otherwise have covered the glorious nipple he was rolling between his lips.  So, he was happy.  The hand that came over my shoulder was welcome, an old friend!  He closed his fingers around my breast and eased up the flesh, stretching and pulling the nipple that had already hardened.  I sighed with satisfaction and pleasure and looked up at him.  His lips were parted, and his tongue flickered out to wet them.  His eyes did the talking.  I eased up out of the chair and let him guide me to the bedroom.

As you might expect, the bed was occupied.  There was a corner free, so I dipped down letting his fingers trail down my back and across my bottom.  Always a bit of a thrill!  He began to ease his hardening penis out of the curtains made by the gown he was wearing.  But we’d been followed!  One of the singles.  He had been in and out of the conversations – mildly amusing, but a bit awkward. 

His need, however, was rampant.  He was led into the bedroom by his rigid jutting phallus, a large purple helmet split down the middle, and weeping.  A large drip was glistening, shivering, ready to drop.  As I readied my bottom, parting my thighs for my old friend, this spectacular specimen of lust and manhood presented itself to me at eye level.  Holding myself up on one hand I took this request in hand.  The drip slowly slid down my two fingers and slicked into my palm.  I turned my head and pulled him forward by his protrusion, and timing it right, as I was entered and my pussy pulsed with pleasure, filled with a penis, I took this desperate dick into my mouth. 

The slickness, the warmth, the unanticipated action lit his fuse and in seconds he was filling my mouth, coating my tongue, leaving my lips bubbling.  When had he last cum?  Weeks ago? Months?  Must have been a while, as no sooner had he slipped from my mouth, than he was hardening again, he urged himself on me once more.  But my body was performing its own dance as it responded to the heat boiling up from between my legs.  My head dropped between my shoulders and a groan shuddered its way from my semen-coated lips to my semen-filled lips as my friend filled me.

I vaguely remember grasping the stranger’s manhood while I sank onto the corner of the bed, but it’d have been a while before I pulled his foreskin over his glans as I was afire with the afterglow of my orgasm.  He stood still as I held his treasure.  I swapped hands which let him turn me and I could see his eyes ravish my breasts and my pussy that slowly leaked my recent pleasure.  It was obvious what his penis wanted, but it was an alien, it needed a passport, and they were sitting in a bowl in the dining room.  And he didn’t want me to let go of him.  So, he sank to his knees beside me and buried his head, first into my breasts, and then worked his way down slowly past my navel until he was breathing in the scent of a just-fucked woman.  His penis jumped and jerked in my hand as I brushed its tip with my thumb, and once again, but this time without any warning of any kind, his cum poured and oozed from him.  He was as surprised as I, but it did at least allow him to deflate, for a while.

Meanwhile, the bed became momentarily vacant.  I wriggled up the mattress.  As I lay there contented, first my friend and then the stranger lay down.  One on either side. I held their manhood, their fingers met on my sticky pudenda while their other free hand claimed the breast nearest them.  Our breathing slowed.  The stranger opened his mouth to say something.  I touched his lips with my finger thickly coated with his cum to hush him.  This was a quiet moment, an oasis of calm before the urge for sex re-ignited us and sent us out to seek new pleasure.