3 comments/ 77074 views/ 3 favorites End-of-the Year Party By: psychedelicmoth The last week of school had been more stressful than Megan would have imagined. It seemed to her that she should have been able to cruise through and ease into summer vacation, but that hadn't turned out to be the case. The amount of paper work at this time of the year was mind boggling. Add to that the parents who suddenly became concerned with their kids' education only after being informed that they were being held back, and this last week seemed almost more stressful than the first. Looking back, that first week seemed like it was both a million years ago and just yesterday at the same time. There had been times when she had thought that she would never make it. But now, pulling out of the parking lot, she realized that it was truly over. She had not only survived, she actually felt that she had made a difference for at least some of her kids. It would have been nice though, if teaching was as financially rewarding as it was personally rewarding. As a matter of fact, that was one of the issues that she and Allen periodically discussed. According to him they were discussions, although they seemed like arguments to her. He thought that her teaching career really wasn't necessary. In fact, with all the money that he was pulling in, her salary really didn't make much of a difference at all. What he really wanted her to do was to stay at home, have some babies, and let him take care of everything. That reminded her, she should call Allen and give him directions if was going to be able to stop by the get-together at Martin's place. She pulled out her cell and gave Allen a call. "Hey kid, how are you?" Allen said, answering the phone. "Great, I'm finally finished, can you believe it?" Megan responded. "Congratulations, and now it's on to the best part of teaching huh? Summer vacation?" That annoyed her somewhat. He really seemed to have no respect for what she did. Even when he was congratulating her, there had to be some negative comment. But maybe she was taking it the wrong way. Summer vacation was a pretty nice perk. "Do you think you'll be able to get over to Martin's? I'm on my way over now," she said. "Yeah, that sounds like a great time. I'd love to go hang out with Martin and all his little fruitcake friends," he said. And then, "You know I don't get out until late though." "It's probably better that you don't come if that's how you're going to be," she told him, bothered that he could be such a bigot. "I'm just messing around. You can be so sanctimonious. But honestly, that really doesn't sound like my scene. Besides, it's all just people from school right? I won't know anyone." She thought about mentioning all the work related functions she'd gone to with him. Instead she said, "I know sweetie, I just thought I'd ask and see if you were interested." What she really wanted was to relax and have a good time and she realized that she probably wouldn't if he was around. It was a sad fact, but one that was becoming increasingly apparent. "Ok, I'll see you at home then. Bye-bye." "Bye," she said, and hung up the phone as she was pulling up to Martin's place. It was a nice little ranch with more types of foliage in the front yard than she could name. The path to the front door was like a walk through a botanical garden. A sign on the door said to let yourself in, so she did, and started through towards the backyard. As she stepped onto the patio Martin welcomed her and escorted her over to the mini-bar. "I was just about to make some celebratory chocolate martinis. Can I tempt you with one?" he asked. This having been her first year, Megan had made a point out of not drinking much at all at work functions. At the Christmas party she had allowed her self one glass of wine and on a few occasions she had gone to happy hour with the members of her grade team. This was in stark contrast to a number of colleagues who took every opportunity to imbibe. She had been shocked at the number of teachers who had a few drinks at lunch on teacher work days and then returned for staff meetings. The principal tended to make remarks about what a fun staff he had and Megan was never quite sure if he was aware how lit they usually were. "That sounds wonderful," she said as she sat down at the bar. "Be careful darling, those things are deadly," she was warned by warm voice with a slightly southern drawl. A tall man, probably in his early forties had come up beside her at the bar. He had dark hair, a neatly trimmed moustache, and his hair was going slightly grey. Megan turned towards him to get a better view. "Thank you for your concern," she said smiling, "But I think that might be exactly what I need." He smiled and nodded slightly. "I'm sure you're more than capable of handling your liquor. I just felt it my duty as a southern gentleman to warn you." Then, turning to Martin he said, "You're mother is on the phone." Martin, who had just finished shaking the tumbler, set it down on the bar. "Feel free to pour your own drinks ladies," he said and then Megan watched as the two men walked inside. "Don't bother honey, he's definitely taken," said Allison as she began pouring the drinks. She was a 5th grade teacher and, like Megan, was one of only a handful of teachers at school who were in their twenties. "And he's definitely gay," added Anne, a middle-aged matronly figure, who taught science. Allison raised her eyebrows. "I don't know about that. I've heard that he has enjoyed the ladies in the past." Anne laughed and shook her head. One thing that Megan had learned was that Allison seemed to know everything about everyone at work. "Was that Martin's boyfriend? What's his name?" "His name is William Cook," Answered Allison. "Martin has been with William for over ten years now." Allison had intended to be more social but the three women became engrossed in conversations that grew progressively less concerned with pedagogy with each round of drinks. Megan didn't know if they were on their third of fourth drink when Allison steered the subject towards the size of gay men's equipment. "I think the general consensus among people who know about these things is that gay men tend to be significantly more endowed than straight men," she said. "And who are these people who seem to know so much?" Anne asked. "Oh come on Anne, it's common knowledge," she responded. "Megan, tell her that it's common knowledge. Megan, who was trying to take a sip of her drink, laughed and set it down. "I'm not the one to ask." "Well, how big is Allen?" Allison inquired. Anne rolled her eyes. "Good lord Allison! Don't ask the poor girl things like that. I think you've had enough to drink." "I certainly have not," Allison responded. "Besides, this is right up your alley. We're conducting a scientific poll." Anne laughed. "It's not scientific at all. Questioning one person is hardly the way to conduct a poll." "Oh be quite, school is out." Allison said. "I'll drink to that!" said Megan and started to mix another drink. "Seriously though, how big is Allen?" Allison asked and three burst out laughing. Megan thought for a second. This past year she had managed to convey the image she had thought most prudent for a first year teacher. In every situation she had come across as professional towards her colleagues and nurturing with her students. Maybe it was the end of the school year or maybe it was the alcohol, but she was feeling free to be her self for the first time since starting work. "Let's just say that if your theory is true, then there's absolutely no chance that Allen is gay," And the three broke out into more laughter. "You three are having entirely too much fun," said Martin as he walked up to the bar. "Where have you been?" Anne asked him. "Oh, saying good-byes, giving the grand tour, playing the gracious host. You name it." Megan began to pour another round for everyone but Anne waved the tumbler away and told them that she really should get going. She said her good-byes and suggested that Allison ride home with her since they lived near each other. Allison declined her offer so Anne cautioned everyone to stay safe and headed home. A minute later William walked over to the where they were sitting. Megan found herself staring at his groin. He sat down next to her and it took her a moment to realize that she should take her eyes away from his lap. From what she could tell, it seemed like Allison's theory had some merit. "My name is William," he said and held out his hand. "I don't think we've been properly introduced." "Oh, I'm sorry, this is Megan," Martin told him. Megan took his hand with, stared at his dark brown eyes, and told William that she was very pleased to meet him. "Well, apparently we're the only revelers with any fortitude here," William remarked. Megan looked around and realized that all of the other guests had left that party. The only ones still left were the four of them. "So this would have to be one of your tamer parties, wouldn't you say?" asked Allison. Megan interrupted, "Didn't the invitation say that it was supposed to be a pool party?" "Good God, could you imagine some of those people in bathing suits?" Allison asked. "That's not something that I need to see." Megan thought about it for a second and then replied, "Good point." Allison looked at Martin. "I bet you've had some pretty visually appealing pool parties though," "We have had some good times back here," Martin answered. "It's pretty private with all these trees and bushes." Allison sighed. "I can just picture it; hot, naked men sitting on the edge of the pool or swimming underwater." "That sounds more like a Queer as Folk episode than anything that ever happened here," said Martin. "Although we do have a strictly nude policy regarding the Jacuzzi," said William. "But then you know all about that." Allison stood up and kicked off her flip-flops. "Yes, as a matter of fact I do recall that being the case," she told them as she walked over to the hot tub and sat down on its edge. The other three watched as she unzipped and slid her jeans and panties past her hips and then below her knees. Here she seemed to struggle to get them completely off but managed to succeed after a few less than graceful kicks. Apparently she was drunker than Megan had realized. As Allison worked on removing her top and her bra Megan noticed that she was completely shaven. By the looks of it, it was most likely a Brazilian wax. Allison was now completely naked, standing next to the hot tub. Megan took a good look. Allison didn't have a perfect body. Curvaceous, or perhaps voluptuous, would have been a good word to describe her. She had the type of full figured body that was in vogue in the 1950's. Megan had never felt an attraction towards women but she found Allison's confidence in her nudity incredibly sexy. "Come on you guys!" Allison called out as she eased herself into the water. "Here we go again," said William and he stood up and walked mysteriously into the house. Martin turned towards Megan. "I'm sorry. She has a habit of doing this." "Doing what exactly?" asked Megan. "Oh, just this... the three of us tend to end up drinking in the hot tub together. She likes to flirt a little bit with William but its all pretty innocent." "The three of you end up naked in the hot tub together?" "We've all been naked a few times. It's not anything sexual though. I'm sorry, this must all seem pretty crazy to you. William is probably in there getting in to his bathing suit and trying to pick out a decent bottle of wine. I better go help him." He headed inside and then, looking back and smiling, added, "Help him with the wine that is." Megan did think the situation that she found herself in was strange. But surprisingly it wasn't the fact that Allison was naked in the Jacuzzi that she found odd. It wasn't even the fact that she had learned that the three of them sometimes hung out naked there and drank. What she found puzzling was this image that people apparently had of her. Everyone seemed to think that she so innocent and pure. In a way it made sense. At work she had been trying to appear professional. At home with Allen she also seemed stuck in the role of the accommodating wife. But did everyone really think that she was so one dimensional? It could have been the alcohol. It could have been the fact that ever since Allison had brought it up, she'd been wondering what William's cock looked like. What ever it was she decided she wasn't going to play the demure little elementary school teacher anymore, at least not for this evening. While still sitting on the stool, she slid out of her skirt and her panties. She wasn't nicely waxed like Allison but she was trimmed neatly enough to feel presentable. Then, she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and took off her bra. She couldn't believe that she was sitting naked at the bar on a colleague's patio. Her stomach was full of butterflies and she was breathing quickly. For a brief moment she compared her body with Allison's. Her breasts were a full cup smaller and she'd always been self-conscious about her thin, almost boyish figure. Any feelings of inadequacy however, were eclipsed by the rush of adrenaline she felt as the breeze caressed her body. She felt her nipples harden and a familiar tingle between her legs. "Woo-hoo Meagan," she heard Allison yell from the hot tub. "Come on in sexy!" Megan walked over to the Jacuzzi. She put her hand in to feel the water. "It feels nice." "It feels even nice when William rubs your clit with his toe under the water," laughed. Megan knew she was a bit tipsy, but apparently nowhere near as drunk as Allison. "Are you serious?" Allison just gave her a coy little smile and told her to get in. Megan turned and walked towards the sliding glass doors which lead to the kitchen. "I'm going to go get us some wine," she called back to Allison. At the doorway she paused for a second before walking in. She was a married woman. What was she doing? Was she crazy? "No," she thought. She was just going to sit in a Jacuzzi with two gay guys and a woman. If she caught a glimpse of William's cock, maybe it would give her something to fantasize about at home. The kitchen was empty. She saw the wine rack and walked over to choose a bottle. For a second, as she read the labels, she almost forgot that she was naked. "There's a nice pinot noir already opened there on the table." She turned and saw William standing in his bathing suit. Megan grabbed the pinot noir and looked at him. He was taking in her entire body, his eyes lingering in places she wouldn't have expected from someone who was gay. She resisted the instinct to cover herself. Standing naked before him, as he took her all in, was more of rush than she could have ever imagined. "I thought you had a dress code for the hot tub," she said. William slid his trunks to the floor and kicked them back down the hallway from which he had come. "That's true," he said smiling. "Sometimes I like to have some clothes close by. But there doesn't seem to be any need for that tonight." Megan stared between his legs. She might have felt rude if hadn't been doing the same thing to her. She had been with three guys before Allen and all of them had been relatively comparable in size. None of them prepared her for what hung before her now. He had been blessed. He wasn't completely aroused but he seemed to be getting there. "Shall we?" he asked and led the way to the backyard. As she followed him she wondered if he was walking ahead to hide the fact that he was getting hard, or if he was just in a hurry to get in the water. He was gorgeous from behind. Her eyes traced a path over the muscles of his back and down do his lovely ass. She was overcome with an urge to grab his bulging triceps and cover his back with kisses. As she watched him ease himself slowly into the water she realized that she was wet. She followed him over, handed him the bottle, and got into the tub next to Allison and kiddy corner with William. "Finally, I was getting bored in here all by myself," Allison muttered. Her words were really starting sound slurred now. Martin came out wearing his suit and walked over to them. He looked at Megan and raised his eyes, apparently mildly surprised at what he saw. "You know the rules," William told him. Martin rolled his eyes, dropped his trunks and got in. "Now it's a party!" Allison exclaimed. "Pass me that bottle of wine." She took a slug, put her left arm around Megan, and passed her the bottle. Megan took a sip and passed. Megan felt Allison's hand bounce her left breast up and down a few times. "I never would have guessed she would have such nice, perky tits. Would you have guessed Martin?" she asked. "Not from the way she dresses at work," he answered. William was just staring at her. Megan decided that she liked having his eyes glued to her, but she was concerned about how Martin might feel about it. "Ever had a girl suck on them?" asked Allison. "I know it's not very fashionable to say, but no, I've never been with a girl," Megan answered. "I've never even kissed one." Allison suddenly bent over and licked Megan's right nipple. She felt pleasant shudder pass through her body. It had felt good, but what was really turning her on was the way William was watching her. She didn't know exactly what to do next. Girls weren't really what she was into. She would have had no problem sucking Allison's breast if she thought it would have turned William on, but he was supposedly gay. Besides, he was Martin's boyfriend and she was a married woman, though Allen was actually the last thing on her mind. While Megan was deciding what to do, Allison rendered the point moot. She hung her head over the side of the Jacuzzi and puked. Megan reached over and held her hair away from her face and rubbed her back to sooth her. "God, I'm sorry," Allison said. "I think I've had way too much." Moving very slowly and gingerly, she got out of the Jacuzzi and started heading for the house. Megan notice that she walked right past her clothes as if they weren't even there. As Martin was getting up to go check on her, Allison tripped on the patio and fell. Martin rushed over to help her up. "She's cut her shin up pretty good," he told them. "I'm going to take her in and fix it up." Megan and William exchanged a glance. "I suppose we should go in and see how she is," she said. "Yes, I suppose we should." They got out of the Jacuzzi and went in the house. They found Allison and Martin in the guest bedroom. Allison had a robe on and was sitting on the bed. Martin, who had found his swimming trunks, was kneeling before addressing the wound. He was delicately trying to pick out some stones that had imbedded themselves. Megan wondered if proper etiquette dictated that you put your clothes on when you check on an injured friend. Then she thought that Allison probably wouldn't remember much of this anyway. Suddenly, she realized that William wasn't concerned about proper etiquette. As Martin worked intently on Allison's shin, she felt William's erection press up against her ass. She could feel the head of his cock against the small of her back. Without even thinking about it, she reached behind her and grabbed it. She stroked it a few times and then he pulled away and walked down the hall. Megan turned immediately and followed him. He was at the end of the hall way standing in the doorway of the master bedroom. She walked up to him, preparing to say something like, "We can't do this. I'm married and Martin's your boyfriend." But he grabbed her by the waste and pulled her against him. His mouth met hers and his tongue slipped inside. She pressed her hips against him, his erect cock standing straight up between them. He grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her tighter, his tongue exploring her mouth even deeper. She grabbed one of his triceps and caressed his back with the other. End-of-the Year Party They kissed like this for what seemed like way too long. Megan pulled away and leaned up against the wall on the other side of the narrow hallway. She expected to see Martin standing there but he was still in the guest bedroom with Allison. "This is insane," she told William. "I'm going to get dressed and leave." She turned to walk away but William blocked her path by reaching across the hall and placing his hand on the wall. "You're too drunk to drive," he told her. "And if you're worried about Martin, you shouldn't be. We have an arrangement. I'm allowed to be with women as long as he knows about it." Megan wasn't as surprised as she would have been at the beginning of the evening. "Have you been with Allison?" she asked. "A few times," he responded. "Martin actually wasn't very happy that she was getting so wild with you still here." "I don't know what it is that makes everyone think I need to be sheltered so much," she said. "I think it was just the fact that you work together," he said, sounding vaguely amused. "Oh, I suppose that makes sense." He took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. They both sat next to each other at the foot of the magnificently sized bed. He ran a finger slowly down her back and kissed her ear. She turned her head and they kissed again, more tenderly this time. "So, we're going to do this then?" he asked. She looked him in the eye, took a deep breath, and nodded. "Have you ever been with two guys before?" he asked. For a second she thought this was just his way of talking dirty, but then she realized the implication of the question. "You want Martin to join us?" she asked. "That's part of the arrangement," he told her. "He's not really as into girls as I am, but he enjoys seeing me get off. For the first time since the evening's insanity began, she seriously considered putting a stop to things. Yes, she had felt like getting a little wild, but she hadn't envisioned it progressing any further than playing a little footsy in the Jacuzzi. How had it come to this? She didn't really know, but it occurred to her that, all her life, she had been concerned with what others thought of her. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she'd been living her life for an idealized version of all these people. She had played the role of the sweet elementary school teacher for what reason? Because she was afraid of revealing some unworthy part of herself to her drunken, sexed-up colleagues? And the idea of this loving, caring wife that she perpetrated... she had done this for a bigoted, money-loving man who seemed singularly devoid of passion. The only person who was really holding her to any standard was herself. What did she want? She realized there wasn't any real question. Megan knelt down between William's legs. She grabbed his hard-on with her right hand and brought it to her mouth. He was at least eight inches long and so wide that, on any other night, she would have been apprehensive about being able to handle him. She prided herself on having some technique but tonight all she wanted to do was devour him. She took practically his entire length into her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down. She had never wanted to suck anyone's cock this much in her life. With the taste of his warm, salty pre-cum on her tongue, she knew that, at some point tonight, he would come in her mouth. Jerking the base of his shaft with her hand, she started sucking faster. Every time she head came down, he thrust his cock deeper into her mouth and moaned with pleasure. Megan stopped what she was doing and looked him in the eye. "I need to feel you inside me," she told him. She pushed him backwards so that he was lying on the bed with his knees dangling over the side. Then she laid down on him and started dragging her body across his. Her sopping wet cunt slowly made its way across his cock, passed his navel, moved up to his chest, and then paused above his lips. She wasn't sure how he would respond to having her pussy in his face. Apparently it was no problem however, as his tongue parted her lips and darted across her swollen clit. As much as she would have enjoyed staying there and sitting on his face, what she really wanted was to be fucked. She crawled on past him and waited there for him on all fours. Again, she didn't know what to expect. Although she'd never allowed anyone else to, if he wanted to fuck her in the ass she decided that she wouldn't stop him. He reached between her legs and pinched her clit with two fingers. It felt incredible and her elbows buckled slightly. His fingers traced a path to her asshole, which they gently circled and caressed. She took a deep breath and wondered if it would hurt. But then she felt two fingers slide into her pussy. He started fucking her with those long slender fingers as she rocked back and forth on her knees. Suddenly he was inside her. She had barely sensed him taking his fingers out, but there was no mistaking the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her. He slid it in slowly, burying it deep, and then stopped. Megan heard Martin's voice behind her. "I guess you have to keep your eye on the quiet ones," he said. Despite the absurdity of it, Megan had kind of thought that he wouldn't make an appearance while they were going at it. She had thought maybe he'd let William have his fun and then come see them afterwards. Martin walked around to the side of the bed and stood naked beside her. Megan felt William's cock slide slowly in and out again. She repositioned herself so that her head was directly in front of Martin's groin. In every respect, Martin was a smaller man than William. But Martin was definitely more toned. The lines running from his hips to his cock were more defined than anyone she'd ever seen in real life. Rather than give him a chance to say something else, she traced one of those lines with her tongue and then licked his balls. He wasn't quite hard yet but she took his shaft into her mouth and started sucking. Every time she pulled her head back she felt it growing in her mouth. William started fucking her faster. Having two hard cocks inside of her at once was an almost indescribable feeling. She felt both liberated and incredibly powerful at the same time. Fuck what anyone else thought. She was more aroused than she ever had been in her life and the fact that it was two supposedly gay guys didn't hurt her self-esteem at all. As William's cock continued pounding her like a piston, Martin pinched both of her nipples and she screamed out in ecstasy. Her whole body shuddered. Her pussy contracted around his shaft and she convulsed with pleasure as she came all over William's cock. She fell face first into the bed and tried to catch her breath. She lay there a moment trying to compose herself. Surprisingly, she felt no shame at all. There had been times when she had been talked into doing things that she hadn't necessarily wanted to do and then ended up feeling regretful. But this was by far her wildest sexual encounter, and it had been liberating and thoroughly satisfying. "That's it you dirty little fucker," Martin commanded. "You're in for it now. Lay down on your back." Megan couldn't believe it. She had never heard him talk that way before. Everyone seemed to be stepping out of character this evening. Fair was fair though. Since she had just fucked his boyfriend, she rolled over to oblige Martin. But Megan watched as Martin crawled over her towards William, who was now lying on his back next to her on the bed. His knees were in the air and his heels were against his ass. Martin was kneeling between his legs. William looked up at Martin and smiled. Never taking his eyes off of Martin, he asked Megan, "Will you do me a favor and get me some of that lube over on the dresser?" Megan did as she was asked and came back to the bed. Instead of handing it to William however, she squirted some into her hand and massaged Martin's cock with it. Then she squirted some on her finger and rubbed it over William's asshole. Slowly, she slid her finger in and started fucking his ass with it. "Does that help?" she asked. "That'll do nicely," Martin told her. "Now, I'll take over." Megan watched as he pressed the head of his cock against William's hole. As Martin entered him, William arched his back and moaned. He grew even harder if that was possible. Martin started driving himself deeper inside, his balls smacking against William's cheeks. Megan had never seen anything like. She couldn't tell who seemed to be enjoying it more. Although William's cock was presently unattended to, he seemed to be quite content. With each of Martin's thrusts, he arched his back and raised his hips. But Megan imagined that, for William, this must be like having her breasts sucked and waiting to be fucked. She grabbed William's cock, slippery with her juices and his pre-cum, and sucked him into her mouth. Every time Martin slammed his cock home, William raised his hips and Megan went down on him further. She could tell that William's hard, throbbing cock was about to erupt. As she grabbed his balls and squeezed, she felt hot, salty cum shoot inside her mouth. Swallowing it all, she continued sucking until she had milked William dry and then rolled over on her side and watched. Martin was slamming his cock into William so hard that the headboard was smacking the wall. Each time he drove his cock home he grunted with pleasure. Megan watched in awe. Finally, he thrust forward, froze for a moment, and screamed out loud. He was so deep inside Megan couldn't see his cock. His hips thrust forward twice more, his ass cheeks contrasting, and then he pulled out and collapsed into William's arms. When Megan awoke it was morning. William and Martin were snuggled against each other on the other side of the bed. They were both still asleep. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and rubbed her face with her hands. Thankfully, she wasn't hung-over. Remembering that her clothes were still out on the patio, she got up and headed towards the backyard. When she got to the kitchen she saw Allison, in the same robe, seated at the table drinking a cup of coffee. "There's a fresh pot and mugs are in that cupboard by the sink," she said. Then she did something that, up until last night, she would never have dreamed of doing. Instead of retrieving her clothes, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down across from Allison. Allison smiled and said, "I imagine you all had quite a night." Megan laughed. "You could say that. I feel like a new woman." "I can see," Allison said. They both laughed. "I should probably call Allen," Megan said. "Yeah I guess you should. He's probably pretty worried." "I bet there are about twenty messages from him on my cell." Allison took a sip of her coffee. "Well, at least he won't think you were up to anything when you tell him where you spent the night," she said and they both laughed again. With that, Megan went to get her clothes and head home.