0 comments/ 65263 views/ 4 favorites Shower to Shower By: Odysseyker PREFACE Before you read this work, please note that it is adult oriented and very sexually explicit. In addition, I would like to say that I am in no way a professional writer and ask your forgiveness for any grammatical errors that might be present. This story was written for entertainment purposes only, yours as well as my own. My hope is that you will enjoy this creation and that it might give you a fantasy break from your everyday grind. ~~ Odysseyker Becky knew going to the party wasn't a good idea. It wasn't that she didn't want to go, or that she disliked the people that would be there. But, she knew that the last couple of parties hosted by Jamie and Todd had finished as drunken orgies, although they weren't intended to be and hadn't started that way. Still, it had been a while since she was last able to find the time to enjoy an evening of mingling with her friends. The hosts had assured her that this was going to be a 'laid back night of food and friends', which brought her some solace. So even though she knew she'd be right in the middle of things if a sexual debauchery arose, she convinced herself to attend. She turned on the faucet, letting the water run in the tub for a minute to warm up before switching the flow to the shower head. As the steam rose from the spray, Becky undressed and tossed her clothing at the overfull hamper. 'Guess I need to do some laundry,' she told herself, and then stepped into the tub. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting the shower rain down, soaking her thick red hair. The warm water felt especially good after the difficult Friday that she'd had at work. It tickled the backs of her legs as it tumbled off of the firm, round cheeks of her ass. After a few minutes, she lifted her head again and let the water pelt her shoulder blades and middle back, easing the tension further. Turning around to face the jets of water, Becky picked up her soap and began to rub it in her hands, creating a thick lather. She began scrubbing her body, starting at her shoulders and working down her arms, then returning to her neckline. Soaping her throat, she again moved downward, over the swell of her 38 DD breasts and onto her taught stomach. The rich froth of soap slipped further down, accumulating atop the thick nest of auburn curls nestled between her creamy thighs. Her hands promptly followed, washing down her right leg, and then the left. After this was finished, she massaged a handful of the suds into her bush, working it deep in her crotch. Once she finished washing, Becky slowly turned her body in the spray to make sure the soap was all rinsed thoroughly from her. Her hands rubbed all over to aid in the dispersal, lingering for just a moment as her palms descended over her fat, and now erect, nipples. She continued, making sure every part of her body was free of the residue, and then set about washing her heavy mane of red hair. When the task was complete, she repeated the whole rinsing procedure again. And again, as her hands moved over her breasts, she paused. Only this time she tarried there even longer than before, kneading the soft mounds of flesh for a few moments before moving on. When she was confident that she was completely free of all the soapy remains, Becky simply stood still, letting the water pour over her again. Closing her eyes, she could almost feel every tiny droplet as it crashed into her body. One particular stream of those droplets seemed to be focused directly on her left nipple, and the sensation was like no other means of stimulation. Becky's eyes opened and she looked down to watch the water as it peppered the stiff bud of flesh. Shifting her gaze to her right nipple, she confirmed that it was not receiving the same direct contact with the water. But, taking the slippery orbs in her hands, she was soon able to maneuver her boobs into a position that allowed for both nipples to be pounded by different streams simultaneously. It didn't take much of this to stimulate the 28 year old woman's libido to the point that she began to feel the heat of passion building between her legs. And after a couple more minutes, Becky released the hold she had on her right tit, dropping that hand into her groin. Still grasping her left breast, but beginning to gently massage it, the slim fingers of her right hand contacted, and then pushed through, the dense hair that covered her pubic mound. Proceeding, she edged further down, until her fingertips found the very top of her vaginal split. She began a gentle rubbing of the area, in a small circular motion, keeping steady pressure on her still concealed clitoris. Becky knew her body well, and that knowledge soon had her climbing to the point of no return. 'I better knock it off and go get ready for the party,' she told herself. But for some reason, she didn't, and after a few more moments of blissful self-stimulation, she started to reason with herself. 'Maybe, if I get myself off, I won't be as likely to get involved in anything at the party,' she thought. The idea seemed sound and it gave her an excuse to continue with what she was doing, and even step things up a bit. Which she did by slipping her right hand even deeper into her crotch, parting the protruding labia, and dipping a finger into her dampening pussy. It was only a few seconds before she was able to wiggle the digit almost completely into her hole. Once the finger was buried inside her, Becky began gently twisting and pulling on her nipples with the other hand. The combined sensations were soon working their magic on her, and she began to let little "Ooo"s and "Ahh"s escape from her lips. Her excitement continued to build and she noticed the first telltale signs of her soon to be had orgasmic release. She was now pumping her finger steadily in and out of the expanding vaginal opening, pausing from time to time to rub heavily on her no longer hidden clit. The water had begun to grow cooler and cooler, and she knew that the hot water was almost gone. She picked up the pace in an effort to finish before it ran out, but it was no use and she was soon left standing in a spray of nearly ice cold water. 'Shit!' she thought, scrambling to turn off the faucet, 'I was almost there.' Becky flung the shower curtain back and hurriedly stepped out of the tub in search of a warm towel. Her nipples had stiffened even more from the cold water and goose bumps covered her body. 'Damn it to Hell!' she continued ranting to herself in frustration. Grabbing the towel that she had set out to use, she quickly dried the chilling liquid off of her body. She glanced at the clock and it read 6:15, causing her to curse out loud this time, "Dammit! How did it get so late?" Now she would have to hurry if she was going to make it to the party even close to the '7:00 P.M.' invitation. She scurried about, drying her hair and donning her makeup. Then she went to her closet in search of something to wear. 'Nothing sexy or revealing,' she reminded herself, settling on a pair of black denim pants and a pink button-down oxford. The attire complimented her figure, but was still quite conservative. Satisfied with her appearance, Becky headed for her car, guessing she could be at Todd and Jamie's by about 7:10. As she turned the key in the ignition, the thought 'I sure wish I'd had time to get off,' ran through her mind, but she quickly dismissed it and backed out of the drive. Her reprieve was short lived because while she drove, her brain kept insisting on reminding her of just how horny she was, especially now that she'd been so close to cumming and denied. Try as she might, she simply couldn't keep from replaying the shower scene in her mind. By the time she arrived at her destination, Becky could tell that her pussy was barely containing the wetness. Becky rang the bell and Jamie, a tall, thin, sandy-haired woman of 32 answered, greeting her with a hug. "Sorry I'm late," Becky apologized. "No big deal," Jamie consoled, "I don't even think you'll be the last to arrive." Then, as she turned and started through the house, she beckoned, "Come on and grab a bite to eat." "I'll be there in a minute," Becky replied, adding, "I need to use the bathroom first." "Okay... Everyone's out back when you're done," Jamie finished before she disappeared around the corner, into the kitchen. An hour or so later, everyone had eaten and the spirits had begun to flow. Still, it seemed as though the hosts' description of the evening was right on, and there were no indications that things might get boisterous. Becky remained on her guard, all the same, because she would never be able to forget those last two parties. Not that she really wanted to, but she was a little embarrassed about her past behavior. The last time, she had been fucked by four guys, while bent over Jamie's kitchen table. But by the same token, no one else even noticed because they were all too busily involved in their own depraved sexual encounters. It was one of those encounters that stuck out in Becky's mind, and was probably the most disconcerting for her. It was a true demonstration of just how wild and wicked these parties had gotten. Tanya, a mutual friend of herself and Jamie, who wasn't in attendance at this party, had gotten herself into a real predicament. Most everyone at that party were well acquainted and several people happened to know that Tanya was into S & M. At some point, she got a little huffy with one of the male guests and he rebuked her by telling her he thought she needed a good spanking. Her poorly thought out, alcohol-induced reply was, "Maybe I do!" That was the spark that ignited the fire. Minutes later, Tanya was naked and tied to a picnic table, her feet spread wide. She was bent over the end of the table at the waist, with her arms stretched in front of her and secured at the opposite end. The group of men, and women alike, that had subdued her was standing around her laughing, her half-hearted protests and pleas going unanswered. Becky remembered watching the victim's pale white buttocks gradually turn to a crimson red as people took turns spanking her. Most of the participants simply used their hands to administer the punishment, but a few, more sadistic players, opted for thin switches that left distinctive red stripes on Tanya's bottom. From time to time, during the course of the torment, those delivering it would jam one or two fingers into Tanya's pussy. "She's lovin' this shit! Look how wet she is!" one of the guys exclaimed as he withdrew a pair of shiny fingers from the captive's vagina. A barrage of exuberant whistles and degrading remarks followed. Eventually, a line of men formed behind the distressed woman and they screwed her mercilessly. From time to time, more swats were dealt to her ass, and each time, Tanya would cry out. But Becky found out later that the woman hand enjoyed the whole spectacle, and even climaxed twice during the onslaught. "Here, I saw your drink was empty," a voice brought Becky back to the present. It was Derek, an attractive black man that Jamie had introduced to her just that evening. "O-Oh... Thanks," she said, taking the beverage from him. As she looked around, she could see that the people had all separated into several smaller groupings, scattered around the yard and patio. Some consisted of four or five people, while others were only couples, as was the case with her and Derek. She took a long drink from the glass and set it down on the stone edging of a nearby flowerbed. Usually never at a loss for words, her thoughts of the previous parties had her somewhat flustered and mute. "You seem like you're somewhere else," the man stated, trying to strike up a conversation. "Sorry... I was just thinking about some stuff," Becky explained. "I'm not trying to be nosy, but anything you want to talk about?" Derek inquired. "No, not really," she told him, "Just thinking back." "Your name's Becky, right?" he wondered. "Uh-huh" she replied, nodding her head. "I've always been bad with names... Until I get to know someone, anyway," he attested, still trying to engage her. Coming more back to reality, the redhead acknowledged his comment and they worked into a relaxing, yet compelling conversation. They talked about their jobs and interests while downing the drinks Derek had supplied, and another round. Eventually, after a little more prying by the man, Becky confessed that she had been thinking about other parties that their hosts had organized. "Have you ever been to any of their other parties?" Becky wondered. "No. I've only lived here a short time," Derek replied, going on to explain that he had recently got a job at the company where Jamie works, and that's how he came to be invited to this one. "Well if I know Jamie, she probably invited you 'cause she wants to get you in the sack," Becky blurted before really thinking. Quickly realizing what she had said, she apologized, "Oh my god! I'm sorry. That was pretty rude." Derek laughed and remarked, "That's okay. I kinda' get the same feeling." "Still; that wasn't a very nice thing to say," the redhead commented, adding, "It must be the alcohol." While they continued to joke about the remark, Becky's brain began to build mental pictures of Derek pounding away at her friend. The images were very vivid as she imagined his ebony tool stabbing in and out of Jamie while she thrashed around beneath him. Then, as if someone had injected her with lust, she remembered how horny she had been earlier, and the lack of the satisfaction she'd sought. The next vision she had was again Derek, but now he was slamming his cock into her instead of Jamie. She made up her mind right then that she wasn't going to be denied twice in the same night. "Why don't you get us another drink while I go to the restroom," Becky urged, handing her empty glass to Derek. As she walked away, it was almost as though she could feel the man's eyes watching her hind-end. She could have even sworn that she heard a muffled 'mmm-mm-mmm' from his direction. Before exiting the bathroom to return, Becky paused and looked into the mirror. She checked her makeup and ran her fingers through her hair, making sure her appearance was in order. Satisfied, she smiled, but then decided a bit more cleavage was in order. She had left only the collar and very top button undone, revealing nothing of her chest. Her fingers made quick work of unfastening the next two buttons, then she hefted her boobs in her hands to adjust their positioning and make sure that she maximized the deep cleft. 'That should get his attention,' she thought. As she walked out to rejoin the party, Becky felt a tingle of sexiness race through the pit of her stomach. She knew that she was setting herself up for the very thing she had wanted to avoid, but couldn't help proceeding. The buzz of the drinks made her feel a little unsteady, but she gathered herself to be as seductive as she could. Sauntering over to where the pair had been conversing, she found Derek awaiting her return. "Hey there," she quipped as she neared him. "Here ya', 'cough', go," he sputtered as he handed her the glass, obviously noticing the change in her wardrobe. "What's the matter; swallow your gum?" she teased. "Uh, yeah... Something like that," he responded bashfully. "So... What were we talking about?" Becky pondered. "Oh yeah... Jamie and you in the sack," she answered herself. "So, would you?" she posed. "Would I what... Go to bed with her?" he asked. After a few moments mulling it over, Derek said, "Yeah, I guess I probably would," adding, "But she's not really my type. She's too lean for my tastes." "I see..." Becky mused, tipping her glass toward her lips. "I prefer a woman with a few more curves," he offered, continuing after a brief pause, "More like you." Again, Becky simply said, "I see..." and took another, longer drink from her hi-ball. After she swallowed, she looked at him and asked in as seductive a voice as she could, "So you're saying that you'd take me to bed?" "Hell yes! In a heartbeat," Derek responded enthusiastically. Stepping closer to him, Becky steamily said, "Good. I don't know if Jamie wants to get you in the sack or not, but I certainly wouldn't mind." And feeling even more confident, with alcohol enhanced courage, she shuffled a little closer and reached out to trail her fingers along the man's fly. "In fact, I'd almost fuck you right here, right now," she boldly stated. "What's stopping you?" he taunted. "Just because I've never been to one of their parties, doesn't mean that I haven't heard about them. I don't think us gettin' it on would be a big shock," he said very matter-of-factly. Becky thought for a moment, still running her fingers up and down the length of Derek's fly. "Damned if I know," she grinned, then tossed back the rest of her drink. After setting the empty glass down, she said, "This party needs a little excitement anyway," as she began to unbutton her shirt. Moments later she had discarded the shirt and quickly reached around to unhook the lacy brassiere that was supporting her breasts. Once it was removed and tossed on top of the shirt, Derek wasted no time in groping the exposed mounds. As he began a suave assault on her chest, Becky moved her own hands outward, searching out the man's belt line. She unbuckled his belt and unfastened the trousers before sliding the zipper down. The garment easily dropped past his hips, pooling just above his knees. To Becky's surprise, Derek wasn't wearing any underwear. It only took a moment for her to find his half-hard cock and begin stroking it. Although her view was blocked by her own breasts and Derek's hands and arms, Becky could tell that he was well endowed. Probably no more than some that she had enjoyed before, but certainly larger than the average male. Her heart quickened and a slight tingle ran through her bones as she imagined the tool slipping into her wet hole. This increased her desire and she decided to step up the action. Pulling slightly away from Derek's body, Becky lowered herself to her knees, coming eye level with his ebony penis. She continued massaging the still stiffening rod for a few moments, and then leaned forward to encircle its head with her ruby red lips. "Mmm... Oh yeah, Baby," he moaned as she took him in. It was only a short time before Becky's head was bobbing up down as she worked his now totally hard manhood. "God, yes... Damn, that feels good, Darlin'," Derek expounded. Pulling off the turgid member, Becky huskily questioned, "You like that?" before licking her way around the crown, using only the very tip of her tongue. "Ohhh yeahhh," he affirmed. Still using only the tip of her tongue, Becky slowly licked her way down the underside of his shaft. Once she reached the base, she gently nuzzled the heavy orbs, kissing and sucking at them. Then she worked her way back to the tip, caressing the bulging veins with her tongue along the way. "Mmm... Suck it, Babe," Derek coaxed. Not that she needed the direction, but Becky followed his instruction and once more pulled the purple head into her mouth. While she sucked away at him, her hands stroked up and down the shaft, as well as his lower abdomen. Suddenly she had a strange feeling that overtook her mind. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this full of lust and adventure. As much as she had wanted to avoid a sexual debacle, she now yearned for just such an event. Becky twisted her head from side to side trying to glance around and see if anyone else had noticed what was taking place. She couldn't see anyone though, since her back was to the rest of the party. It was just then that she heard Jamie's voice from behind her saying, "This was supposed to be a non-sexual party!" Shower to Shower Becky paused just long enough to flatly state, "Sorry, I got horny." "That's okay... If you hadn't done him, I probably would have," Jamie returned with a smirk. Pausing the fellatio again, Becky asked, "You want to take over while I get out of these jeans?" "Sure!" Jamie replied, dropping to her knees next to Becky. As Becky got to her feet, Jamie quickly scooted over and engulfed Derek's manhood. The combination of the alcohol and her standing up too quickly left Becky a bit lightheaded and unstable on her feet. Placing her hands against Derek's chest to balance herself, she giggled and quipped, "I think I need to go lie down," feigning distress. And after a brief pause she oozed, "So you can stick that big dick in my pussy!" "Ohhh, you're such a naughty girl," Derek chuckled, as he took advantage of her stance and once more scooped her massive boobs into his dark hands. Holding them under her breasts, he began rubbing his thumbs in circles over her swollen nipples. "Does that mean you don't want to fuck me?" Becky questioned demurely. "Hell no!" Derek shot back, "But you gotta get out of those jeans first." "Oh yeah... I guess I do," Becky muttered, moving her hands toward her waist. She fumbled with her belt a moment and then unbuttoned and unzipped the pants. Hooking her thumbs over the top of both the jeans and her panties, she began to wriggle them down, over her full hips. As she worked them past the swell of her buttocks, she heard Todd's familiar voice call out, "Nice ass!" At that point Becky looked around and found that several of the partygoers had gathered around the scene. They were mostly men, since there were about twice as many of them in attendance as there were women. Undaunted, she kicked off her sandals and finished stripping out of her pants, pulling free of Derek's groping fingers as she bent to tug the denim garment over her feet. After freeing herself of the pants, Becky tossed them into a nearby lounge chair, on top of her previously discarded shirt and bra. Reaching for Derek's hand, the buxom redhead ventured, "Come on and show these guys how good you can fuck me." Jamie, overhearing the petition of her friend, ceased her ministrations to Derek's pecker and leaned away to allow the man freedom to move. He took Becky's hand and followed her a few steps to a nearby picnic table, his hard-on sticking straight out in front of him. After he was clear, Jamie stood and began stripping, pulling her polo shirt over her head to reveal a pair of small, braless tits. A few moments later, she too had shed her jeans and thong, showing off a very large, thick, triangular mass of sandy brown pubic hair. Becky turned around to face Derek as she leaned her backside against the table's end. With a little hop, she seated herself on the table, leaving her legs dangling free. She spread her thighs a bit and leaned back on her elbows, displaying the wetness of her hole, nestled in her own dense thicket of red curls. "Oooh... C'mon stud, put it in me," she enticed as several of the men scrambled to seat themselves on the benches lining each side of the table. Before Derek moved into position, Becky could see Jamie, who was once more kneeling in the grass, preparing to orally service two more men who were hurriedly stripping. Standing beside Jamie was Karen, another party regular, being undressed by two other men, who Becky didn't know. Her view was quickly blocked by a shirtless woman she didn't recognize. Directly behind this woman stood Todd and he had his arms around her, under hers, his hands mauling the medium sized breasts. "Go on Dude, stick it to her," he crudely advised Derek. The remark was followed by several mixed hoots and shouts of encouragement by the other men. Derek advanced between Becky's legs, reaching down to hook a hand behind each of her knees. He lifted her legs as he drew closer, spreading her open even wider, until the end of his prick came into contact with her. Becky watched him make a couple of unsuccessful attempts at entering her vagina, and then reached down to guide him in. "Uhhmmm..." Becky groaned as Derek's impressive tool parted the labia and began to sink into her. She withdrew her hand when he was firmly inside of her, returning to the propped-up position that she had been in before. "Oh, God... Yes!" she growled as he continued to fill her needy vagina. "C'mon stud... Fuck me!" she barked in exhilarated anticipation. Wanton lust was consuming her and Becky now wanted to be totally ravished. And not just by Derek, but the others as well. "The rest of you guys get your dicks out too!" she commanded. "Goddamn boys; Do ya' think she's willing!" Becky heard Todd jeering. Becky knew that Todd was usually less than a gentleman when it came to women, and that's probably why she had never screwed him. But now his barbarous comments only served to fuel the fires of depravity that were burning within her. She was aware that she was about to be descended upon, and she was never more ready. "That's right boys, I am," she purred. As Derek began stroking in and out of her hot love tunnel, Becky lowered her upper body so that she was now laying flat on her back. Immediately hands were on her boobs, squeezing and pulling at them. On each side, she could feel hands belonging to at least two different men on each breast. One hand would be massaging the melon and another tweaking the nipple. Stretching her arms outward, draping them across the table, Becky soon found her hands filled with stiff dicks. She pulled at the members as the blitz of her tits progressed. It wasn't long before one of the guys scrambled onto the table to kneel next to her shoulder. Raising up on her elbows again and twisting her head at an angle, Becky was able to take his pecker into her mouth, a big droplet of clear pre-cum dripping onto her tongue as she did. She could hear Derek grunting as he thrust his delicious feeling cock into her at an ever-increasing pace. His big shaft filled her void and then retracted, over and over, jarring her body with each jab into her depths. He used long, forceful drives, pulling out until just the tip was still wedged in her opening, and then pushing his entire length back into her. At times it almost seemed like the whole scene was playing out in slow motion. Her ears were also filled with the boisterous laughter and conversation of the men surrounding her. Becky had no idea how many there were; she lost count of how many different dicks found their way into her hands and mouth. And she really didn't care. All she knew was that she wanted them all. She hadn't been well-fucked in quite a while and her passion had been stacking up within her. A gang-bang wasn't exactly what she would have chosen, but now she was glad that she'd initiated this episode. "Uhhh... I'm gonna... Uhhh... shoot... Uhhh..." Derek called out, piercing the commotion around the table. "Do it man! Blow your wad all over her," Todd instructed with a laugh. All of the hands were suddenly gone from her body and Becky glanced downward as another guy stuffed his hard-on into her mouth. She could see Derek grimacing, on the brink of eruption. Then she felt him withdraw completely and let his boner slide over her mound as he made a couple more thrusts. As he pushed forward one last time, his cum spewed out in a long stream. It landed an inch or two above her bellybutton and trailed downward, almost to the top of her bush. The group surrounding the table cheered like their favorite team had just scored. While they were celebrating, Derek went on pumping his sperm onto Becky's lower abdomen. He finished by milking the last droplets out to fall into the chestnut colored curls adorning her pubic area. They remained perched on top of the hairs, like tiny pearls on display in a jewelry store window, as he backed away. A few seconds of silence followed and then Becky heard the guy she was sucking begin to groan. She knew that he too was closing in on his climax and she sucked him even harder. In only a moment or two, the guy pulled free of her lips and launched his own spray of jism onto her chest. Again the guys cheered and whistled at the display. While the fellow finished and exited the table, Becky noticed that the woman Todd had been playing with was now kneeling in front of him, her head bobbing up and down. He pulled free of her and moved into the vacancy left by Derek. Another man stepped in front of the woman, offering her his dick as Todd unceremoniously jammed his into Becky. "I've thought about fucking you for a long time now," he said, leering at her. "Well shut up and fuck me then," Becky replied in a husky voice, her own smutty desire exhilarating her even more. Todd didn't waste the opportunity and began to slam into her, even faster and harder than Derek had. "Damn... What a... hot piece... of ass..." he grunted between thrusts into her. His derogatory and filthy orations continued while he took her, somehow turning her on more and more. "Oh, yeahhhh... Fuck my.... hot ass..." Becky wailed, almost in disbelief of herself. This was not normal for her at all. She had never really gotten into dirty talk before, but now it seemed as though she couldn't get enough. "Oh god... Fuck me... Fuck me hard," she cried before having her head pulled around to service yet another stiff prick. As Todd continued his verbal and physical assault, Becky watched another of the men climb up to stand on the bench to her left, between him and the guy she was blowing. This fellow began stroking his meat furiously, grunting as he quickly climaxed. His cum surged outward and then down, splashing on Becky's body to mingle with what was already there. Another of the group followed suit, only from the right side this time. As the other man had done, he stood on the bench and jerked his pecker until his ejaculate squirted onto Becky's fair skin. "Uhhh-mmm," Becky moaned around the cock in her mouth. "Oh shit! Oh shit! I'm gonna cum!" Todd snarled as he jerked his slimy cock out of her. "UhHuhm... UhHuhm..." Becky whined, then freed her lips long enough to encourage, "Cum on me...Cum on my pussy you nasty mother-fucker!" Then she again devoured the dick she'd been sucking, working it as if she were literally trying to draw the man's sperm right out of his balls. "You hot.... little slu-utt...." Todd moaned, releasing his wad, as requested, right onto Becky's pussy mound. The initial blast struck squarely on her clit, sending a wonderful tingle through her groin. "Mmm... UhHmmm...Uh-Uh-Uh... Mmm..." she whined again, the vibrations pushing her face-fucking counterpart over the edge. He withdrew just as he began to release his load and it splattered against Becky's chin and then onto her upper chest. "Oh, yeahh!" she exclaimed, the unmistakable smell of semen filling her nostrils. Both of the men who'd just cum moved away and the guy that had taken over Todd's 'girlfriend' took a step to the side, positioning himself between Becky's thighs. As he inserted his cock, the girl rose to her feet and turned toward the table. Leaning in, she let her fingertips trail through the streaks and puddles of cum, until they centered on Becky's sperm-covered clitoris. "Mmmm..." Becky moaned as the other female began to gently rub the engorged organ. Again, Becky lowered her back to the table, readjusting her hands on the pair of dicks she was jacking off. She closed her eyes and relished the sensations pulsing through her body. The attention to her love button was quickly lifting her toward her own orgasm and she spurred the girl on, "Yes, yes... make me cum!" The nearer she drew to release, the faster Becky tugged at the men to her sides. They both were exhorting her and groaning out their approval. "Let's cum on her tits," one of them said, the other agreeing wholeheartedly. She could feel them pull back from her stroking fingers and then they each stepped between the table and bench. They both leaned in as far as they were able and began jerking themselves, as close to her wobbling boobs as they could get. Becky simply closed her eyes and took in the sounds and feelings afforded to her. The other woman continued to strum at her clit while the man fucked her at a steady pace. She could feel someone begin teasing and pulling at her right nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through her chest. Then her left nipple was stretched upward and pinched, rather sharply, but it only drove her closer to climax. Everything seemed to suddenly culminate when she felt a tingle begin to build in the pit of her stomach, signaling that she was nearly at the pinnacle of her pleasure. Like the feeling that you get as you experience the first long drop of a roller coaster, Becky's orgasm tore through her body. "Uh-Uh... OHHH GOD!" she cried out. "Mmmmm... Oh-Oh-Uhhhmmm." "Uh-Uh... Here it comes..." The guy fucking her choked out before pulling free of her pussy to add his contribution to the messy mix of semen that had already been dispensed on Becky's torso. "Oh fuck! Me too..." the man on her right side called out. Becky barely felt the sticky juice contacting her still spasming body, but she knew it was. As did the jizz from the guy on her left, when he announced his delivery immediately afterward. Both of the men hit their marks, shooting their cum onto Becky's heaving melons, the goo running down between them. Her climax had been one of the most powerful ones that Becky could remember as she lay there breathing heavily. She had a delicious warmth coursing through her that she wished would last forever. During the next several minutes of post-orgasmic recovery time, she heard Todd bellowing out an announcement. "Any of you guys that are ready, get over here and blow your load on this hot slut." As she opened her eyes, she found four more men had gathered around her. At different intervals, they each spattered her body with their ejaculations. She had to quietly laugh as she thought about the irony of her evening; from the warm spray of her shower at home to the cum shower she'd just received. Laughing out loud and surveying her cum-drenched body, Becky said "I think I need another shower!" From somewhere beyond her field of vision, Becky heard Derek call out "Give us a few minutes!" Becky knew going to the party wasn't a good idea. ~~THE END~~