0 comments/ 136862 views/ 13 favorites Best Slumber Party Ever Ch. 01 By: JoannaK I wanted the phone to ring. I was already in the mood for some delicious sex talk and a thoroughly deserved orgasm of monster proportions. I was expecting my husband's call. He was away for a week and we had a kind of erotic tradition: whenever he was staying in a nice hotel, he liked to turn off all the lights in his room and stand naked in front of the window, gazing out at the lights of other hotel rooms in whichever city he was in, while I told him how much I was missing him, how much I wanted to feel him licking my body all over and so on. Listening to his heavy breathing and inevitable ejaculation would immediately make me cum as well: phone sex at its best, we always said. I was lying on our lounge, watching an old Candida Royalle video, wearing just my silkiest wrap, deliberately keeping my first orgasm at bay although occasionally I couldn't resist squeezing my thighs together around my hands as the juicy heat of the romantic coupling on the screen intensified. At last, the phone rang. I gave my voice extra huskiness as I spoke. "Hel-looo?" There was a squeal in my earpiece then a breathless female voice. "Hi Jo, guess who this is!" Stunned, and quickly grateful I hadn't said something more explicit, my memory stalled for a long moment: wait, it was Sheana! My god, I hadn't spoken to her in years. In a moment my irritation evaporated and I smiled as I recalled her lovely face from school; bright, funny, always happy. After quick greetings, there was an awkward hesitation before she came to the point: as she would be passing through my little town soon, by herself, was there any chance of a bed for the night? I assured her this would be completely fine, confirmed the address and date and then she said she had to go – but was looking forward to a long reunion chat. I had barely replaced the phone when it rang again and this time it was David, as expected, in position and with oiled cock in hand. I had meant to make up a story for him about seducing the postman, but my mind was already recalling long-forgotten but very sexy images of Sheana and myself… and others too… years ago… elsewhere. Had we really been so wild when we were younger? Or had I merely dreamt some parts, embroidered them colourfully over time? I hadn't even thought of Sheana for ages, but her voice brought so many memories back, image after image wrestling for prominence in my mind, a weird hazy collage of girls having fun, drinking, laughing, touching, being touched. Where had it all started? Ah yes... I remembered now... "Let me tell you about my old friend Sheana," I murmured. Closing my eyes, I began to tell David the story, knowing he would enjoy me teasing him by stretching it out. My fingers slipped down once more to where I enjoyed them most; the action on the screen ignored as I focussed on recalling every delightful detail. *** It must have begun with being sent to a new school. As the only daughter of a state politician, I grew up in a well-to-do but extremely hectic household where certain decisions were put in place and there was absolutely nothing I could do about them. Luckily, I enjoyed school and had no regrets about my parents' decision. But then came the shock. With less than a year of my schooling to go, my father's party lost office and soon after I was told I had been enrolled in a well-known private girls' school in a better part of the city. My initial reaction after I realised they were serious was blunt refusal but when they explained the facilities on offer and the likely benefits for my future, I changed my mind, very grudgingly. My academic results and participation in school activities such as music, drama and sport were sufficient to achieve an interview with the Headmistress, but my family's name and social standing turned the meeting itself into a trivial formality. For better or for worse, I was to make a new beginning. So it was I arrived for my final year of school determined to succeed, but nervous about knowing no one in such a large community. Fortunately, there were other new girls in the same boat, one of the friendliest of whom was Sheana (pronounced "She-AH-na"). Sri Lankan by birth, Sheana had a beautiful coffee complexion and an extraordinary train of dark, wavy hair that the school required kept up in a bun, since, when loosened, the long strands reached well past her shoulders. She was shorter than most, but her breasts and bottom were so prominent, at times her posture seemed rather awkward. Her lovely smile and perpetual expression of wide-eyed innocence meant she invariably attracted attention from males in her vicinity, yet she never seemed to take her would-be wooers seriously. Sheana laughed a lot and was always good fun. We quickly became close friends. As well as meeting the new girls, it was important to recognise the social leaders. Of these, Kimberly was certainly one of the best-connected, a rather broad-shouldered girl with a dark bob framing a round face. She had big blue eyes with long eyelashes, and was always, and I mean always, presenting a perfect smile. As captain of the debating team, she seemed popular, but had a disconcerting tendency to act as though she were more mature than all around her. Her family was obviously wealthy and her grooming and taste in clothes reflected her highly privileged upbringing. Her parents had even given her a red sports car for her birthday, despite the fact she was unable to drive it alone until she gained her licence several months later. Her pampered appearance, her confident manner, her ease in conversation with students and adults alike - everything about her indicated familiarity with power and wealth. Kimberly and I shared classes but exchanged very few words, mainly because she struck me as an outrageously spoiled snob - after learning of my schooling background, she seemed totally uninterested in allowing me access to her established circles. This situation continued without regret on either side until late in the year, specifically until the night of the 'all-schools' social which marked a major turning point in my social standing. Sheana and I went to the dance together, keeping each other company but also determined to have an excellent night out since our last exams were approaching fast and study would have to become our sole priority. There were no strict dress regulations at socials, but obviously there were teachers and parents on duty to prevent fights, smoking, and so on. We had spent a lot of time deciding what to wear, eventually daring each other into wearing tasteful but teasing outfits we hoped would attract the boys we wanted to meet without being too 'sluttish' and damaging to our reputations among the girls. In the end, Sheana wore an almost too short, very tight and shiny synthetic number in bright scarlet with a thin gold belt and red heels, guaranteed to create a sensationally exotic effect against her dark skin tones. I chose a short ivy-green sleeveless silk sheath with a scooped neck which clung closely to my developing curves and emphasised my legs without much danger of riding up, with black pumps to permit the energetic moves I loved. After a joint visit to the hairdresser and careful application of our make-up at Sheana's house, the enthusiastic reaction from Sheana's brothers left us satisfied we would make a suitable impression. As a social event, the dance itself was a bit of a dud - the boring DJ had no idea about sequencing songs and the boys all seemed to be too afraid of being rejected in front of their mates to ask us to dance. But since it was obvious many of them were watching, and since we were there to enjoy ourselves, Sheana and I decided to really go for it on our own on the dance floor. Ignoring everyone else, we danced up a storm, letting the throbbing bass beat move through us, from our shaking breasts and thrusting hips, right out to the tips of our whirling limbs. Once or twice we held each other closely, striding about with our breasts pressed together in an exaggerated pseudo-tango. It was all terrific fun. When the music finally stopped after a long set, the boys cheered and whistled wildly: only then did we realise what a performance we had given. Many of our classmates were furious their partners had been more interested in perving at us than dancing with them, but neither Sheana nor I could have cared less. We had enjoyed our uninhibited dancing tremendously, had fun together on our night out, and if we had given the boys something to fantasise about while they wanked in their beds that night, then so much the better. Early the next day, Kimberly stopped me between classes and, smiling widely as usual, told me Sheana and I were the talk of the schools after our "provocative" performance. "Now darling..." she began. She called most girls "darling", an affectation I found typically snobbish and silly of her. "I really must apologise. I certainly should have welcomed you aboard long before now, but how was I to know you were hiding so much talent in there? Now, listen, darling, I'm sending you an invitation to a little sleepover I'm hosting very shortly. It'll be great fun, just a few girls, a few drinks and things, and I just know you'll find it an extremely entertaining evening, and, of course, Sheana will come as well, so do let me know you'll be there as soon as you're sure." And then she was gone, whisking away to rejoin her regular admirers before I could say a single word. As promised, her invitation arrived within 24 hours, professionally printed and highly formal in every respect: "Ms Kimberly Kitchener requests the pleasure of...", etc. However, one line stood out startlingly: Dress: Lingerie/nightwear - Elegant. Sheana and I discussed the dress code and the larger issue of attending at great length, deciding at last that as long as we were there together, nothing too terrible could happen to us. The last thing I wanted was to appear totally gauche by asking Kim to explain her plans further. We decided to accept graciously and enjoy the experience. Of course, my parents never saw the printed card, and fortunately they were generous enough to provide me with my own modest clothing budget, from which I could make purchases with virtually no questions asked. As a result, Sheana and I ventured into the city after school next day to visit a few boutiques. It was a lengthy expedition, but an entertaining one. Part of the fun was sharing a changing room to assess the various combinations of satin, silk and lace. I had purposely had a bikini wax and worn a plain cotton G-string under my uniform that day to make the multiple changings simpler but was startled to see Sheana strip completely to try on item after item without any of her own underwear on at all. In any case, on her voluptuously endowed figure, virtually everything looked spectacular and it was simply a matter of deciding which was best for the occasion. For me, it was a careful weighing up of budget constraints and comfort as well as "elegance". There was also the matter of finding lingerie which emphasised the attributes I knew were most attractive – my legs in particular. Even Sheana had mentioned how much she would have loved to have my legs. I enjoyed her admiration, but really, her breasts and buttocks were sublime. For the next few days, doing well in our exams became our sole concern. By the end of the last day's tests, I was confident I had done well, but my natural relief was still clouded by nagging uncertainty as to what might be in store at Kimberly's slumber party that evening. I was very relieved when Sheana confided her own anxiety and it was a great consolation for both of us to know we were going together. It was shortly after six when we arrived at the Kitchener residence, overnight bags over our shoulders. We were both 18 but Sheana didn't yet have her licence, so I drove. Kimberly greeted us with the unsurprising news that her parents had gone away for the weekend, a common precaution among girls planning parties. As Kimberly escorted us through the house, it was impossible not to be impressed by the obvious expense reflected in the interior design and artworks on display. To my mind, the overall effect was successfully tasteful, stopping short of gaudiness or vulgarity. It was simply a spacious, well-lit, three-storey modern mansion with, we were informed, a pool, tennis court, offices and multiple bedrooms and bathrooms. We were led through an open-air courtyard to a separate guest annexe with a twin bedroom. As we deposited our bags on the beds, Kimberly enquired nonchalantly whether we had brought our swimming togs with us. Sheana and I looked blankly at each other. "Sorry, I didn't know we'd need them," I said, rather perturbed. "Oh well, not to worry, darling, it will be absolutely no trouble at all," Kim replied. "We always keep spares for our guests - I'm sure I can find some for both of you." She slid back a sliding door to reveal drawers and racks, with pillows, blankets, gowns and various other materials stored neatly. Opening a drawer, she produced two one-piece white swimsuits immediately, handing them to us triumphantly. "You see, here we are. You can decide who wears which. There are spare towels in the ensuite, and when you're ready, you'll find us in the pool - just out the door and down the path to your right." She left us both looking dubiously at the suits in our hands. Mine appeared a bit small, but otherwise conventionally designed... or so I thought at first glance. Looking more closely, I realised its sides were virtually non-existent, the front and back joined only by narrow black strips of lycra. Dismayed, I showed Sheana, who began to laugh but stopped abruptly as she discovered hers was even more revealing. Hers consisted mostly of two wide bands meeting just below the navel, covering the wearer's breasts, just, but still allowing much of them to be exposed on both sides. I started to suggest we should simply walk down to the pool fully clothed and watch the others, but Sheana wouldn't hear of it. "I do not think it will be so bad. It is very hot tonight and a swim will be excellent. And if it is only girls here, what will it matter?" She turned away and began to undress. Still doubtful, I did the same. There was no way out of it I could see - I would be forced to enter the party in one of the skimpiest costumes I had ever seen, let alone worn. As I had predicted, it was slightly too small for me and took quite an effort to ease into. Tugging it up and squeezing the straps over my shoulders, I turned back to Sheana, and froze. She was totally stunning. The white straps down the front struggled to conceal her generous globes and the rest of the suit was, like mine, clearly one or two sizes too small, sheathing her well-endowed body in a tight white grip. Her hair was tied back, but it was so profuse, it still created a frizzy, dark halo around her head and shoulders. Realising I was staring, I turned away quickly, disturbed by an effect she was creating I couldn't define. Or perhaps, I reasoned, it was just nerves caused by an unfamiliar social situation. Anyway, Sheana didn't seem nervous at all. "You see, Jo, they are not so bad. At least they won't fall off. Come on, let's go now before it gets too cold." She walked out, and I found our towels and followed. Noticing how tightly her suit dug into the crevice of her rear as she walked ahead did nothing to calm me since I knew how much of my own bottom must be similarly exposed. To my surprise, it seemed there were to be only four of us, including Kimberly. The only other guest was Kaia, generally a loner at school, although I knew she and Kim shared an interest in water polo. She was trim but muscled, fair-skinned and had nearly been suspended at the start of second semester for returning with a bleached blonde haircut which was regarded as too short. She always acted really tough, smelling of smoke and swearing all the time. A rumour persisted she had been kicked out of her previous school, but I was never impolite enough to ask her about it directly. Kim and Kaia were in the water already, Kaia in a black bikini and Kim in a similarly dark crop-top set. I couldn't help blushing as they paused to regard our tightly encased figures as we slid in beside them. It was a humid afternoon, and the water felt fabulous. I let myself float about on and under the surface in bliss as the four of us chatted idly about school and our plans for the summer. From time to time I had the feeling Kim and Kaia were regarding us with unusual interest and I glanced down to make a horrifying discovery: the water made my suit almost totally transparent! Since we were all now sitting in the shallow end of the pool, I controlled my reaction and merely folded my arms over my breasts. Internally, I was seething. Kimberly must have known what the suits were like and I disliked practical jokes at the best of times. As subtly as I could, I glanced at Sheana. Already revealing more of her body than would be decent on the street, her swimsuit had also become practically invisible, yet she seemed blissfully unaware she was all but naked in front of us. With my new awareness of our state of undress, I realised that though the other two kept up the string of chatter, their eyes trailed repeatedly from Sheana's face down to her ill-restrained breasts and beyond. And try as I might, I couldn't help also noticing with fascination the way her elongated nipples protruded so darkly through the translucent material. As the temperature dropped further, I was relieved when Kim suggested at last we move inside and change into our "night things." I moved first, keen to conceal my exposed front from the others by leading the group up the path. To my dismay, Sheana was the last one out, allowing Kim and Kaia (and me) all the time in the world to witness her spectacular figure stepping slowly from the water, her slick see-through swimsuit doing nothing to hide her breasts and the dark patch of her pubic hair. The other two found it highly amusing, judging by the little smiles and winks they gave each other whenever Sheana wasn't looking. Grabbing my towel in a huff, I set off for the security of the guest bathroom. After a hot shower, I still felt somewhat disgruntled at their sneakiness but at least now I would be covered again and, more importantly, I was famished. Dinner would be very welcome. As Sheana showered, I changed into my selected garments, a dark violet satin chemise and French knickers with a matching short wrap. It was the first wholly satin outfit I had ever worn but as soon as I had tried it on, its sensual texture on my skin had made it irresistible. It was so comfortable and so "elegant". After Sheana had vacated the ensuite, I reapplied some light makeup and lipstick, anxious to look my best in my new nightwear. When I stepped back into the bedroom, I was unable to resist comparing favourably my sleek satin ensemble against Sheana's plain white cotton briefs and cotton singlet-style nightshirt embroidered with a cute little Cupid figure on the front. Why on earth she had ended up buying something so plain with which to adorn her enviable figure, was beyond me. Perhaps she really was shy after all. Either that or without much sense of "elegance". Even so, with the short white cotton clinging to her dark curves, she was still undeniably what my father would have called "a stunner." Ready at last, we made our way to the living room, my instincts on alert for any other little 'jokes' which might lie in store. But when we finally came face to face with Kim and Kaia, I certainly didn't feel like laughing. If Kim and Kaia had stared hard at us in the pool, when we were next to naked, then it was now our turn to do the gawking. Their chosen outfits were simply incredible. Best Slumber Party Ever Ch. 01 Kaia wore a close-fitting teddy made of what looked like smooth black leather, with mesh panels down the sides and a long zip up the front culminating in a large circular tab. But perhaps even more confronting than the teddy itself was the matching leather collar she wore around her neck, studded all around with shiny metal points. Seated beside her on the soft doonas spread over the floor, Kimberly was also in black: a gorgeous lacy bustier to support and enhance her cleavage significantly, with matching wide-legged knickers underneath. I recognised the brand as one of the most expensive on offer at the boutiques. A gold necklace, earrings and bracelets enhanced the overall effect. I suddenly felt hollow and insecure again and Sheana and I exchanged a look: both of us wondering what on earth we had let ourselves in for. As soon as Kim judged we had been shocked sufficiently, it seemed, she rose to retrieve our dinner and beverages from the kitchen, Kaia acting as her assistant. They wrapped dark kimonos around themselves before they left, concealing their lingerie and thankfully allowing our minds to avoid dwelling on why they had chosen to wear such things. "Elegant" - hmmm! At least there were to be no disturbing surprises on the culinary side. Kimberly had prepared thoroughly, producing hot savoury crepes, gourmet mini-pizzas, salads and two bottles of champagne from the fridge, opening them expertly and pouring out the foaming chilled liquid for us. I made the mistake of drinking quickly on an empty stomach and, two or three overeager glasses later, began to feel giddy. The things we were saying became funnier and funnier. Even the see-through togs didn't seem so serious now - merely an amusing prank. Some time later, after removing most of the food trays, leaving several boxes of my favourite chocolates (Guylian seashells) and ample champagne in ice-buckets, Kim seemed to pull herself together somewhat, mid-laughter, and stood with refilled glass in hand to address us, mock-formally. "Now, girls, this is the after-dinner speech," she said, doing a brilliant impression of one of our headmistress' addresses, sending us all into hysterics. "You are all about to go your separate ways in the world, and we have tried our best to educate you in all the important things of life. But there is one area of life we have not covered in great detail, in fact, in as little detail as possible, and since you are about to leave us and enter the World, you must be educated in the facts of life, what one might term "the birds and the bees"... (We all cheered wildly.) "...and as your Head, I have taken the liberty of preparing a program for this evening through which you will receive considerable education in the 'facts'." We applauded her excellent mimicry, but I don't think I took in all she was saying. I began to feel light-headed, relaxed and basically very, very good. The pressures of the term were behind me - all I wanted to do now was party! Kim placed her glass on a coffee-table and turned on the T.V. and video behind her with a remote control. Dramatically, she switched off the overhead lights, the room now lit only by the television. We quietened down and rolled close together onto two doonas in front of the large screen, eager to see what form our first "lesson" would take. Kimberly sat to one side of the screen, using the remote control to fast forward through some brief film titles I didn't catch until she pressed 'play'. The image on the screen shocked me into silence. The scene was a kitchen. A well-endowed Asian woman was sitting on the counter, facing the camera, her floral summer frock open all the way down the front to expose her dark-nippled breasts, the hem bunched around her waist. She was pressing a dark-skinned man's close-shaven head further into her crotch. We watched in awestruck silence as different angles showed his head and tongue moving about energetically between her thighs. As his tongue flickered back and forth over her clitoris, her dubbed sexual moaning filled our ears and my thighs clenched in response. The volume level dropped and Kimberly began a commentary, maintaining the mock-serious "lady-like" tone we had all heard from our headmistress so often, but covering topics never heard at school assembly! "As you can see, the man possesses a tremendously long and agile tongue with which he is able to lick, suck and otherwise stimulate thoroughly the woman's clitoris and labia until she experiences an extremely satisfying peak of female pleasure... as she does here." The actress wriggled and heaved, locking her thighs around the actor's head as he waggled his face about with an expression of intense concentration. Although the still-rational part of my mind said she was faking it, I became acutely aware of my body's response. I was lying flat on my front with my head on a pillow, my pubic mound and breasts pressing through my thin satin chemise into the doona. The pressure on both places felt very nice and I wriggled surreptitiously for a few moments to give both areas further gentle stimulation. "And I think you will agree, girls, from what you see here that any myths you have heard about the size of a black man's equipment may in actual fact be true." My pulse leapt. I had seen a few boys' penises before, but none like this. The negro man was standing now, casually supporting and stroking an engorged organ which looked far too long to be real. His cock was like a shiny black sausage, evidently hard but unable to raise itself up further than parallel to the floor. His partner quickly slipped off the bench and, to my amazement, knelt before him to accept the head of his over-sized prick into her mouth, continuing to guide it in bit by bit until roughly half had disappeared from view. With her left hand she ringed its base tightly and with her right she commenced a vigorous milking action along the remainder of the slippery stem, all the time continuing to suck hard on the swollen head. "Although the size of his cock is obviously superior to those likely to be encountered by most girls of this school, his partner's ability in not only coping with his prodigious length without gagging but also bringing him quickly to the point of release is deserving of great admiration." While it was impossible not to admire Kim's skill in mimicking a personal development lecture, this was still the first "adult" video I had ever seen and watching an actual sexual act being performed by real people made my pulse race and caused a rushing spread of warmth between my legs. I couldn't resist squirming my pelvis against the doona again and I wondered for a moment whether the other girls felt the same way, each of us becoming moist between the legs, secretly wanting to be able to slip hands into pants to enjoy herself while imagining what to do with that big black dick. I couldn't remember ever becoming so aroused while lying around in a group - it was fun but scary at the same time. As the camera zoomed in on the woman's face, her cheeks hollow with the force of her sucking, she let the dark, slippery pole slowly disgorge from her lips until just the head remained to be caressed by her swirling tongue as she increased the milking speed of her hand to a furious rate. A quick shot of the man's face showed little expression, but then the camera stayed with the woman who, to my surprise, clenched her eyes shut and opened her mouth wide, her long tongue outstretched. Two seconds later, gooey liquid splattered from his cock onto her face and into her mouth, some of it dripping down onto her chin as the man spurted in huge white gushes all over her beautiful features. Yet she continued to lavish his penis with her tongue, licking long strands of sperm straight from the source, still fondling him as she did so. "Yee-uuuk!" said Sheana, lying next to me. "That's disgusting!" "That's a fucking lot for one load," Kaia commented. "He must have not cum for a week!" I didn't know what to say to that. When I eventually got a boyfriend, was I supposed to allow him to cum all over my face? What did it taste like? Compared to Kaia, there was obviously a lot I didn't know. Kimberly turned the TV off and stepped over to switch the room light back on. We all winced from the light and sat up slowly, our minds no doubt still replaying the pornographic images. I was acutely aware my bra-less nipples were poking stiffly through my top. Although I would have been so embarrassed if someone had made a comment about them, I couldn't resist sneaking a peek at everyone else to compare. To my delight, I found I was not alone: Sheana's full breasts peaked in hard tips straining against their thin covering. I couldn't see the others clearly enough to know. "So what do you think, girls? Would you like to see another one?" Her triumphant tone and gleaming eyes told us she was certainly keen for more. I seized the opportunity. "What other kinds do you have?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, as though I watched X-rated porn all the time. Kimberly almost purred in response. "Well, darling, it all depends on what you'd most like to see. I've got men licking women... or women sucking off men... three men inside a woman at the same time?" "What? How can they do that?" interrupted Sheana, too quickly. She clamped her hands over her mouth in embarrassment as her imagination suggested the answer to her question. "No…they couldn't, could they? Not up her bum!" She fell backwards against me in a fit of giggles. Her warm body pressing into my breasts did nothing to make my nipples less prominent, although she didn't seem to notice the soft intrusions. Bracing my back comfortably against the sofa, I allowed her to settle against me. "Yes, Sheana dear, that's how they do it, and sometimes she'll wank other boys as well," said Kim, again playing the teacher. "I know, let me show you. Now this I like!" Inserting the new tape, she found the scene she wanted, turned off the lights and rejoined us on the doona, reclining on her back with her head on a pillow. Two extremely yummy boys with the most incredible bodies were having an extremely vigorous wank together. It was true about their bodies: gay or not, a great physique is a great physique and these boys were built to die for. They were sitting in a gym, supposedly after a workout and while the dialogue was somewhat banal, the visuals more than compensated. After some tongue-bashing between them that had us groaning a bit, they began working away industriously at their own overdeveloped erections. I noticed both were uncircumcised, and apart from enjoying their hard-bodied nudity, I was surprised at the difference in the methods they used to bring themselves off. The blond guy ringed his penis with thumb and middle finger and used long slow strokes from the base right up over the tip while the dark one milked himself in rapid little strokes while his other palm circled round and round on the sensitive crown. I wondered which technique boys I knew preferred. Suddenly curious, I took a quick peek around in the semi-darkness to see how the other girls were reacting. To my right, Kaia's eyes were narrowed and her lips were forming something like a smirk as she stared lustfully at the screen. She hugged her pillow tightly to her chest. In front of me, Sheana's skin was suddenly much warmer, and I was sure her breathing was heavier. Lying at the front, Kimberly's legs were locked at the ankles with her thighs pressing together and her hands were resting with fingers interlocked tightly on her tummy. She was squeezing her thighs together rhythmically and discreetly. I could hardly believe it, but her thigh muscles continued to ripple regularly before my eyes. The film episode finished predictably with the men pumping their sperm onto each other's rock-hard abdominals in slow motion before they rubbed their cocks together lovingly and gave each other another lingering kiss as they faded to black. "Damn, I was beginning to enjoy that," said Kim, slowly uncurling before reaching over to turn the video off again. I bet you were, I thought, wondering when I could give my own clit the treatment it deserved. "Who'd like some more champagne?" "Yes please, Kimberly, but I think I need a toilet break first!" said Sheana, getting up quickly and heading for the door. "Me too," I said, rising to follow her. I was telling the truth but I also didn't want to be left alone with Kim and Kaia just then. Without waiting to seek directions we raced, giggling, through the house and up some stairs, Sheana beating me narrowly into the first bathroom we reached. Taking the opportunity to explore further along the corridor from the toilet, I found a sizeable bedroom with, as I had hoped, an ensuite. The amount of champagne I had drunk made the visit longer than normal and when I emerged, feeling relieved, I looked around the room more closely. The wall opposite the ensuite was covered with floor-to-ceiling mirrored doors, presumably hiding shelves or racks of clothes. I was startled to see another mirror set into the ceiling over the bed. I hadn't thought anyone actually had one of those - it seemed so... unsubtle or something. The bed was king-sized and covered with an eiderdown of black sheepskin-like material, soft but slightly prickly, and as I stroked it, I was surprised to discover I was leaning on a waterbed, the surface dipping beneath my weight. Immediately, a flash of irresistible desire hit me. Perhaps it was the combination of the alcohol, the erotic videos, the sensual look and feel of the bedroom: something stirred up overwhelmingly powerful, exciting feelings lying dormant within me. I felt so young, so female, and so horny – more than ripe to start fucking. Within seconds, my wrap, chemise and undies were on the floor, and I was flat on my front in the middle of the bed with my arms and legs outstretched, the wave patterns adjusting beneath me. I savoured the deliciously prickly softness of the fur caressing every naked crevice. I rolled over and over to massage my back and my breasts. I ground my pelvis into it, luxuriating in total abandonment to tactile sensuality. I felt lost in a space built for the pleasure of the body, mind and spirit, a place where excellent sex could happen. Coming to rest on my back, I startled myself with my reflection. I giggled, wondering what Kimberly's parents would think if they knew an 18 year old girl with stiff nipples and a damp vagina had been frolicking nude on their waterbed, rubbing herself into it for sheer pleasure. Inspecting myself more closely, I was pleased with what I saw. My long dark hair was sleek, my green eyes were clear and bright, and my long legs were definitely spectacular. My breasts, while not as awesome as Sheana's, were a good size. Some day soon a boy would be holding them, maybe sucking on them… God, just the thought made me wet again. I spread my legs and raised my knees, drifting into a new fantasy: I was Kimberly's mum lying in the same position here at night, looking up into the mirror and stroking my moistening cleft gently as I waited for my husband to emerge from his shower, clean and fresh, ready to make love to me. I imagined Kimberly's dad with a big hard cock, climbing on top of me, entering me smoothly, his bare buttocks clenching as each of his eager thrusts into my yielding cunt were answered by the gentle ripples of the compressed water beneath us. Whispering hot encouragement into his ear, wrapping my legs around him, I'd scrape my nails across his arse, making him shout as we drove each other to the extremes of mutual pleasure, humping together faster and faster... Suddenly I heard someone laugh downstairs. I hugged myself and shuddered. I was still a virgin technically but the sexual "vibes" of the room were incredible. I was strongly tempted to give myself a quick orgasm but I had a sobering feeling I was already being missed downstairs so reluctantly I rolled off the bed, replaced my new night attire and checked a mirror to make sure my state of arousal wasn't too obvious. My face and neck were indeed flushed, but not so fiercely they would become a topic of conversation (I hoped). Wandering back into the living room, I discovered yet another bottle of champagne was being consumed enthusiastically on the doonas amid much merriment. I found my glass and filled it once more, but had barely swallowed a sip before Kaia said, "Kim, I think it's time for some games, don't you?" She said it with such meaningful tone and direct eye-contact with Kim that I immediately sensed some kind of conspiracy. Taking her time, Kimberly drained her glass before she spoke. "Ah yes, I'd almost forgotten. Listen, everyone, it is a tradition at any of my slumber parties..." "Pillow fight!" yelled Sheana unexpectedly, raising hers in the air. Kim was evidently surprised but regained control quickly. "No, no! Put it down! It's time for "Truth or Dare"!" Sheana lowered her pillow slowly. A sudden frisson of tension invaded the party atmosphere. My suspicions of collusion between Kimberly and Kaia began to appear better and better founded. The standard rules of the game were simple. On her turn, each girl chose either to give a truthful answer to a question, no matter how embarrassing, or to perform a dare chosen by the asker. If the group didn't believe her answer, or if she refused to perform the dare, the asker could impose any forfeit. At other parties I'd heard about, playing this game had resulted in extreme embarrassment, even humiliation, for those forced to pay forfeits. I'd heard of girls being locked out of houses wearing only their underwear, having water poured down their pants, having their intimate secrets gossipped around the school and many other worse things. Ordinarily I probably would have tried to get another game going instead, but my inhibitions were dulled and besides, it did sound like a good idea at the time, as they say. "As your host this evening, naturally I shall begin. The House rules are to play Truth now, and do the Dares later." Kaia was obviously keen, jumping in straight away. "Okay, Kim. How long have you been looking at your parents' videos and other stuff?" "Oh, I found it all hidden away years ago but I'm fairly sure they know. Perhaps they think it's all good sex education - which it is!" As the next asker, I felt obliged to show Kimberly and Kaia I could play the game as boldly as either of them. "Kimberly, when we were watching the video before, the gay one... were you ... doing something naughty with yourself?" Sheana shrieked and pulled her pillow over her face as she rolled back onto the floor. Kaia simply smirked, "Good question," and waited for Kimberly to answer. With deliberate coolness, Kim stared me straight in the eye. "As a matter of fact, yes, I was. Was I turning you on, darling?" I tried to laugh, avoiding her embarrassing rejoinder but still curious about her technique. And, I admit, I really wanted her to talk about sex. I was certain I would have to have an orgasm at least once before morning, even if I had to wait until the other three were asleep. My champagne-fuelled body felt warm and willing, tingly and responsive, a dangerously aroused state where almost anything could happen - a very "Truth or Dare" kind of mood. Before she replied, Kimberly looked at each of us searchingly. "All right, I'll tell you all about it. I don't mind." Far from being embarrassed, she looked rather excited about sharing her sexual secrets. "I used to think anyone could do it my way," she began. "The very first time, I was on a plane overseas, sitting between these two strange men. We had to sleep in our seats and I remember I was having a very sexy dream about someone or other - one of the male crew, probably - and at some point I realised I was getting extremely hot and bothered. So there I was, girls, in my nice dreamy, horny state, quite enjoying myself, you know, when all of a sudden I realised my legs were together like this, and it was feeling better and better all the time." Best Slumber Party Ever Ch. 01 Kimberly rose from our circle and sat gracefully in a large lounge chair next to the desk, the folds of her wrap parting as she elaborately curled one tanned limb tightly around the other. "So I simply did whatever felt best – just squeezing my thighs together, over and over, like this." She closed her eyes to concentrate on her rhythm as she squeezed. Her pink tongue flicked out to lick her moist lips. "Mmmm…yes…" I felt a strange tightness inside. It was one thing to witness a sexual act on videotape with actors exaggerating everything but here was a girl I knew personally, masturbating herself shamelessly right in front of us. It was sharply erotic to watch, half-exciting, half-disturbing, like the first time I saw a girl in my year French-kissing a boy in one of the dark corners at a dance. Then and now, to catch a sexual act performed at close quarters excited me tremendously. Abruptly, Kimberly broke from her self-pleasuring. "But let's not hold up the game," she said, returning to her place on the doona. I felt disappointed. I was very curious to see how she looked and sounded during orgasm, to compare with my own experiences. Sheana recovered herself sufficiently to ask the next question. My little friend seemed even more under the influence than I was, toying with her glass and giggling constantly. "Kimberly…(giggle)… how many different boys'… you know, dicks, have you actually seen?" While I was surprised at such a childish type of question, I had to admit it was one I would have liked to pose myself. I often wondered how far other girls at school had gone with boys. I wouldn't have been ashamed to admit to my closest friends I hadn't had full sex with a boy myself, as yet, but I desperately hoped I wouldn't be asked about it in this situation. Instead, I was all ears, anticipating some really juicy gossip. Kimberly's first response was to affect a bored yawn. "How jejune. But since you ask..." She paused to increase the suspense. "I've seen my brother undressed, of course, nothing sensational there; let me see, two friends of his who came over here one day and went skinny-dipping, not knowing I was home - nothing awesome there either. And you all know Blake, well, he's got a HUGE one… it almost didn't fit… and of course there's Mark's as well, although his was easier." The gossip-lover in me was delighted. Blake and Mark were two of the most popular boys from our 'brother' school who had escorted Kimberly alternately to various functions over the last year. The episode where Kimberly stole Mark from a girl who had appeared on the cover of a national magazine was one of the year's most spectacular social coups, and had ensured her status. That she had used her body, as was widely suspected, to ensnare Mark was now doubtless. "If there are no supplementary questions, shall we move on? Kaia, which part of the videos did you like best and why?" The blonde girl took a hefty swig of her champagne before responding. "Well, these were crap compared to some, but when he was licking her out was pretty hot. Of course, it's better when there's at least one finger inside you as well." There was a lustful gleam in her eye, giving me more internal tremors. Since she chose not to elaborate, I decided to resolve an old issue instead. "Okay then, Truth, what was the real reason you left your last school?" She gave me a hard look. "Funny no one else around here ever asked me that," she replied. "But what the hell. Yeah, this other girl and me got kicked out the same time 'cause we got busted with some boys behind the science block… and like, there wasn't much we could say 'cause our mouths were full!" Sheana stared at her in disbelief while Kim simply smiled. I guessed she'd heard this tale before. But I was staggered. "You mean you were... sucking their dicks?" "Hey, it wasn't just any dicks. I said I wouldn't touch them unless they were straight out of the shower and even then they had to give us fifty bucks each, in advance." I was tempted to call her bluff but she had a dangerously carnal aura about her just at that moment that made it all seem weirdly possible. Sheana was also still rather sceptical: "O.K., if you were, you know, giving them head, as you said, did you ever let a boy... cum in your mouth?" I'd never heard Sheana talk so crudely before. Kaia laughed loudly. "Only once. And only because this guy was so hot. God, I wanted him so bad. I gave him the best head ever, okay? You know, licking it all over, sucking it up and down hard, eating his balls, everything. And another time, some of the seniors got smart and started wanking in the toilets for a while before they came over, so they'd be close already, and a couple of them damn near came. I had to twist their balls to stop them shoving it in and out." If she was lying, she was doing it incredibly well. But before I could think any more about a girl my age sucking off boys for money, it was my turn to face the Inquisition. Again, Kimberly led the way. "Now, since you were so interested in my sex life before, let's find out something about yours, darling. Tell us the truth, have you ever masturbated or had sex somewhere public? If so, give us all the details." I had to smile. Talking about sex I would have to fake but masturbation? I could go on all night if I had to. "Well, there was one time I did it on a bus to the coast when I was up the back and there was no one near me. That was kind of fun, looking down at all the drivers while I was doing it, right up next to them. There was another time I did it in the backseat of a car at night. These two guys I knew were in the front." "Whoa," Kaia cut in. "That's bullshit. You better tell us more." "With pleasure. It was just before last Christmas and I had a job, singing carols at the beach. These two guys in the group, whose names I can't even remember, gave me a lift back. I suppose I was a bit horny from seeing so many guys walk around in their dick-togs all day, you know, and anyway, on the way back, these guys were talking in the front about this other girl in the group, what big boobs she had, how much they'd like to get onto her, blah blah, so I thought, fuck them, I'll do it right here in the backseat." I hesitated, pleased to have the rapt attention of my listeners. "So I slid my hand under my skirt and just went for it. The car was really noisy, so I didn't have to worry about any sounds but a couple of times I ripped my hand away when I thought they were about to turn around, so it was all really risky and exciting. Eventually I made it all the way, and having to keep it so quiet made it a really big one, you know? I was, like, rolling around in the back but the guys never suspected a thing. But it felt brilliant to get away with it." Now it was their turn to look impressed. "Wow," said Sheana, in wonder. "I would never have thought it." It was true she and I had never shared details of our sex lives before, but I sensed that after tonight, we would do so - and frequently. "Yeah, nice one," added Kaia, her voice suggesting just a hint of new respect. "But listen: have you ever been topless or nude in public, like at the beach?" "Sure have. At my old school, when we went on camp, we each got to make a solo walk into the bush and stay overnight in a tent by ourselves. There was heaps of time in the afternoon for nude sunbathing. I think most of the kids probably did it." Kimberly nodded in acceptance before Sheana turned to me: "Oh, I can't think of a good one. Ummm… I know! Have you ever been out in public without underwear?" My experience of this game had taught me it was essential to answer every question instantly, to order to minimise the group's doubting your answer. In this case, though, I knew I had a genuine incident at my fingertips. "Sure. Last month I was at Kevin Anderson's pool party, and silly me, I went along with my togs on under my little frock, completely forgetting I'd need to change out of them when they were wet. Anyway, after I'd taken them off in one of the bedrooms, I realised what I'd done, but there was no way out of it, so I had to put my togs and towel in my bag and enjoy the rest of the party with absolutely nothing between me and my little black dress. I remember I had to be really careful about crossing my legs properly and avoiding the windy spots outside! "His sister, Rebecca, was getting changed in there at the same time, so she knew exactly what was happening. I remember at one point she gave me a big meaningful wink from across the room. Well, I was sitting down talking to someone so I gave her a quick flash under the table where no one else could see me do it. That cracked her up! She told me later that after I'd left, she had a great time going around, telling all the boys what they'd missed. She said they didn't believe it at first but then they all got really horny about it, they wouldn't leave her alone." "Yes, I remember her saying that. I believe it," Sheana said. Kaia and Kimberly were also prepared to let it pass, even showing some amusement. "And now it's time to ask dear little Sheana a few things," began Kimberly. "Tell us the truth, darling, have you ever put something inside you when you were horny just to see how it felt?" I could tell with certainty Sheana just didn't have the wits and/or lying ability to survive this game. She gasped at the very idea, rolled her eyes, twisted her hair, looked around the room and generally played for time very obviously. All she had to say was 'no' to be safe, but perhaps she felt obliged to match our outrageous examples. "Ummm… yesss, I think I once tried something in bed one night to see how it felt. It was… a cucumber! No, no, I think it was a little zucchini… or something." Kaia dropped her glass and punched the air in jubilation. "That's bullshit! It's a forfeit!" she cried. Kimberly agreed and with considerable reluctance, I had to concur. My goal now was to keep the forfeit within the confines of acceptability. "What did you have in mind?" I asked quietly. "I think we'll give her a choice," said Kimberly. "She can either stand outside the front door for three minutes - in the nude… (Sheana gasped in horror) or she can prove that what she just lied about actually happened, by doing it again, here and now. Which one, Sheana?" Sheana looked totally aghast, and I couldn't remember any forfeits as bad as this for a long time. I leaned over to put my arm around her and whisper in her ear. "Do the zucchini," I said, very softly. "It'll only be for a second, you can probably fake it, and they won't be able to lock you outside." Sheana nodded slowly, looking more scared by the moment. "I… I… I'll do the second thing," she stammered shyly at last. Immediately Kimberly and Kaia were up and running into the adjacent kitchen, returning almost at once with a small dark-green vegetable, probably straight from the fridge. "Alright darling, here you are. It's washed, clean and fresh, and look, Kaia's even put some nice oil on it to help it slide right in," said Kimberly. "Now go on - show us how you did what you said." Her voice was suddenly alive and undisguised fascination gleamed sharply in her eyes, wide and bright. "Go on, don't be shy. We're all girls here, remember. We want you to teach us how it's done." Still looking very unhappy, Sheana stood slowly on shaky legs, turned her back and did as she was directed. She reached under her singlet, very slowly tugging her plain white cotton underpants into view. I averted my eyes tactfully, looking instead at the other two who seemed completely awestruck as they stared at the crucial point between her legs about to be exposed to us all. Even then, I didn't think Sheana would really go through with it. Stepping out of her skimpy pants at last, she turned back towards us. Squatting on her heels, she took the small but obviously phallic vegetable from Kaia with a trembling hand, looking at it doubtfully. Then, try as I might, I couldn't stop my eyes being drawn down with her hand, struck immediately by how abundantly lush her pubic triangle was, in spite of the waxing. It was also exactly the same shade as the hair around her shoulders. The unexpected sight of my friend's uncovered pussy sent a shockwave through me, perhaps an early warning of a taboo about to be broken. The disturbing vibes inside me increased as the smooth end of the zucchini began its final approach to her pink opening, her lower lips held apart now with the fingers of her other hand. The room became utterly silent. As she gradually applied slow and gentle pressure, we all watched breathlessly as the tip of the zucchini began to disappear into her densely furred enclosure. There could be no doubt about it, it was really going inside, it was really penetrating her... Suddenly Sheana was on her feet, throwing the zucchini to the floor and screaming at us, wild-eyed. "No! No! No! I don't care what you horrible bitches say, I'm not going to do it!" She burst into tears and ran out of the room blindly. There was a very long pause as the excitement in the air evaporated almost audibly and we were all left feeling embarrassed and lacking a next move. Sobering slightly, I felt ashamed I had been part of a group ganging up on a shy individual, bullying her into doing something she wasn't going to enjoy, when all we wanted was to share in some good clean fun. I decided I would have to be the one to find Sheana and try to restore the situation. "Just tell her we were only fooling around. Tell her we'll be nice to her from now on," said Kaia as I rose, and just before I left the room, I heard her say to Kimberly, "Meanwhile, let's stick it back in the fridge. Maybe we can watch your brother eat it sometime." Their raucous laughter continued to ricochet around my mind, muddled with emotions and alcohol, but also with a strong sense the sexy part of the evening was a long way from finished. But first I had to find Sheana. Best Slumber Party Ever Ch. 02 As I walked slowly through the house looking for Sheana, I realised most rooms were locked, something I thought at first rather peculiar, before the advantages in defending against a burglar became apparent. Even if he accessed the hall, he'd have to force his way into each room in turn where there might be nothing valuable at all. Clever. Soon enough I arrived back at the bedroom with the waterbed. There, as I had guessed, was a small bundle of female distress hidden under the covers with only the ends of her long dark mane exposed. I walked around the bed and sank into the edge, placing a hand gently on what I assumed was her shoulder to give a rub of reassurance. I was glad when her familiar eyes and nose poked out from beneath the sheet. "I'm really really sorry, Sheana," I began softly. "We all are. We... they just went a bit too far, that's all, and I know I really should have stuck up for you a lot better. Please forgive me. I'm so sorry." She didn't reply but continued to lie still, accepting my gentle stroking of her arm and back until she sat up slightly, holding the sheets tight against her with only her face exposed. "I'm sorry too," she said quietly. "I don't mind talking about... those sorts of things together, but it was too much to ask all of a sudden for me to... I just couldn't..." She began to sink beneath the covers again, her tears ready to re-flow. To calm her, I quickly lay down as well and put an arm around her on the outside of the sheets. I tried to change the subject. "Don't worry, we've stopped playing it now. What do you think of the waterbed anyway? I've never been on one before, have you?" And finally I knew my comforting was taking effect as the wide smile which so often lit up her face reappeared and she wiggled away under the sheet, making room for me. I slipped off my wrap and slid in quickly, giggling with my friend as the water readjusted, bobbing us around slightly with each movement. The giggles turned to louder laughs as it became obvious that each time one of us moved, the other received an unwelcome wave to ride. I wondered aloud how the Kitchings could possibly manage to sleep here together. Sheana gave a mischievous grin. "Maybe they sleep somewhere else and just use this one for... you know... rumpy pumpy!" The phrase made us both giggle, the alcohol again taking hold. Lying on her front, she suddenly began to make exaggerated pelvic thrusts, accompanying them with heaving grunts to mimic the actors in the videos we had seen earlier. I immediately copied her so that we were both rumping and pumping away, side by side, causing the bed to suffer dangerous twin tidal waves. We added more moans and cries of "Yes! Yes! Do it harder! Deeper! Ohhh God! Yes! Oh yes!" until we collapsed finally in helpless mirth. Our gyrations had pushed the eiderdown and covering sheet off and as we rolled onto our backs, breathing deeply from our exertions, our reflections in the mirrored ceiling startled me again. My eyes were caught by Sheana's pubic patch, exposed by the riding-up of her tiny white nightie. She quickly pulled down her hem in a reflex motion as I recalled she had abandoned her white cotton knickers on the floor downstairs. I rolled to face her. We were lying very close together in the middle of the bed, almost touching. I had a peculiar sensation of a shift in the atmosphere towards intimacy but tried to maintain a casual, conversational tone. "So Sheana, I'm not saying I don't like it or anything, but do all Sri Lankan women have hair as long as yours? Is it a cultural thing to let it grow?" She looked up at me with a shy smile. This close, her eyes were so big and brown. "Many women grow it very long, but of course there are those who prefer it short, the same as everywhere else. The women don't shave their body hair very much. Most of the men don't seem to mind it. I was really surprised when I came here and saw Australians think you're a, you know, lesbian, if you don't shave your arm-pits and legs. I'm shaving now, but I say any man who doesn't like it later on can find someone else!" This was one of the first times I had heard Sheana speak of relations with men, and I was very interested in what she had to say. "What age do girls get married over there?" I prompted. "Well, it depends on whether the girl's parents accept the terms offered by the man, you know, the husband-to-be. You and I would probably both be married by now to a wealthy man. If he were a Muslim, we might even both be his wives!" The image of us both sharing a bed with the same man struck me as odd without being totally off-putting. "Imagine someone rich like Kimberly's dad coming along and buying us to be his wives," I said. Sheana turned her eyes upward again and smiled. "Mmm, yes, Mr Kitching. He's nice, isn't he? I don't think I would mind being married to someone as rich and handsome as him, even if he was so much older. Maybe it was Mr Kitching's idea to get a bed like this. Maybe he likes to make love on water." Her eyes closed and she licked her lips as her hands seemed to slide up her body automatically to rest on her breasts, cupping them firmly. I watched in fascination as her hidden nipples rose, defining themselves clearly through the thin material. Her thumbs and first fingers gave each emerging point a subtle tweak, an intimate self-touch which made my simmering arousal do a big double-take. She seemed to have forgotten for a moment I was close beside her, watching intently, until her hands froze suddenly, and she gave me a quick sideways glance and an enticing, unembarrassed smile. I realised with excitement her caresses had been quite deliberate - she wanted to play some Truth or Dare with me on her own terms, to show me she was interested in sexy things too. It was time for us to do something reckless. I was curious to see how far she wanted to go, but sensed she would need my encouragement. "God, it's so hot in here," I said. "I'm boiling." I pulled back the sheet and sat up to peel off my chemise, throwing it onto the floor, and followed it with my knickers before reclining with my hands behind my head and legs bent at the knees to observe her reaction in the mirror. I felt a special thrill in the way her eyes seemed to linger on my exposed breasts for a long moment, and then another when she glanced lower to take in my small pubic patch, newly waxed. It seemed so natural to remove my clothes just then. I felt totally free - free from school, free from adults, free from boys - and though I didn't think my body was perfection itself, perhaps even underdeveloped in comparison to hers, I felt a strong need to let her know I felt comfortable like this, to assure her the time was right for any kind of adventure she wished to initiate. "You know, I think you're right, Sheana - I feel like this room has seen all kinds of sex happen. Can you feel it too?" I edged closer to her and confessed unashamedly the things I had done earlier, the way I had stripped and rolled around on the bed, even my fantasy about letting Kim's dad seduce me here so I could watch us doing it in the mirror overhead. "Imagine lying right here," I whispered to her, "looking up and seeing his naked bum going up and down while you felt his long juicy cock sliding slowly in and out of you. Or what if you were up on your knees with him behind you, like this..." I rolled over and knelt with my weight resting on my forearms, my bare bottom high in the air. "Then you could both look into the wall mirror over here - see, just like being in your own movie." On the sliding mirrored doors, I could see Sheana looking past me, staring at my naked reflection, at my breasts hanging down, at the curve of my bottom. She seemed lost in wonder - was she so naive she had never guessed why lovers enjoy having mirrors in their bedrooms? Then, at last, she did something, something completely unexpected. Moving slowly, she knelt up to face me in the middle of the bed, the rearranged weight of her knees causing it to dip sharply in the middle. As I watched her in the mirror with my head flat on the pillow and my body in the same vulnerable position, she took the hem of her nightie hesitatingly in both hands and slowly, very slowly, raised it up and off over her head. It was a moment I will never forget, rich in symbolism, a sign of her inhibitions being shed in favour of her desires. I still had no idea what we were going to do together, but to see her reveal her large brown breasts and beautiful body at last, to know she was announcing her willingness for us to explore a sensuous experience together, made my warming pussy twitch urgently. Still moving very slowly, as if in a dream, she came around behind me on the bed, kneeling between my parted legs, her eyes never leaving our combined image on the wall for a second. When she spoke, her voice was soft and husky, trance-like. "If you are there... and he is behind you... like this... how would he hold you?" Was she acting out a secret fantasy? I wasn't sure, but something deep down told me to let things run and I lowered my own voice in response to hers. "He holds me by the hips, our legs are touching." She moved until our thighs touched, taking hold of me exactly as I described. Her hands and legs felt so cool against my bare skin, her lightly haired thighs slightly prickly as they rubbed against mine. I felt so completely exposed and vulnerable to her, knowing she could see every wrinkle of my vagina and anus at any time. I spoke again, as seductively as I could. "When I'm wet for him, he loves holding me wide open with his fingers to push his cock inside me, very very slowly, and when it's all the way in, he starts to do it to a rhythm, moving it smoothly in and out, fucking me as slowly and as beautifully as he can." Sheana was breathing audibly now. Still holding my hips firmly, she began to bump her pelvis against me, gently at first, stroking her beautiful bushy patch up and down against my bottom and inner thighs. It felt ticklish but in a very nice, very sexy way. I moaned a little and she made her strokes slower and harder, rubbing herself tantalisingly into my exposed cleft. "Then I move back against him in the same rhythm. Doing that makes him go really deep inside me, and that's what I want so much, his big hard dick going deeper and deeper, harder and faster." I matched my movements to my words, wiggling my bottom back against her crotch. I closed my eyes to imagine I was really being held by Mr Kitching, that any second now I was going to feel his silky smooth erection slide itself into me. The mere thought of it made me moan lustfully again and drops of love-fluid began to spill from me. Opening my eyes, Sheana was still staring intently at our joined bodies in the mirror, dropping eye-contact only to flick some of her abundant hair away from her face. There were tiny drops of perspiration slipping down her magnificent cleavage and her breathing quickened as she began to squirm her exposed mound against my own, gripping my hips harder as she went on simulating the motions of fucking. She was oozing her own intimate nectar now, her moist dew spreading itself on one thigh, then the other, but the tactile sensations were still outweighed by the visual. The sight of our hot, bare, women's bodies rubbing against each other was almost indescribably arousing. The contrast between us, her curves so dark and buxom against my slender paleness, struck me as extremely erotic in the most artistic way. I had never seen her wonderful breasts uncovered for so long before, only a quick flash in a changing room from time to time, but to see them roll and bounce now in such a private sexual context made me understand something of the irresistible fascination of the mammary gland for us all. Her nipples were dark chocolate discs set into a paler background, the tips poking out hugely from each soft mound. I had never considered seriously the sexual possibilities of any woman's body other than my own before, but my most exciting thought now was of taking one of her lovely chocolate nipples between my lips, rolling it around on my tongue, chewing on it, and sucking it hard. I focussed on them greedily as the possibility of actually doing it took shape in my mind. I thought of all the names for breasts I could remember: tits, boobs, jugs, hooters, bosoms, bee-stings... But no label could possibly express the intense love I felt for those wonderful womanly parts of us, so attractive and desirable in their natural state. Now her hands began to move as well, smoothing strongly along my sides and across my shoulder blades. She massaged my perspiration into my spine, sending her thumbs on a deep wonderful journey slowly up and down the sides of the long ridge. When she leaned forward to caress my shoulders, her heavy orbs came to rest against my lower back, causing more delightful sensations as they grazed me again and again. Then she knelt up tall, but this time her hands were on the cheeks of my bottom, caressing and kneading each side like sensitive dough. Closing my eyes, I thought: 'Someone is fondling my bare bottom; it's another girl; and I love it; she's so beautiful and she feels so good.' The cultural taboo against what we were doing spoke up for a second, but I silenced it, enjoying tremendously everything I was feeling, seeing and hearing. With a growl, Sheana suddenly wrapped her arms around my mid-riff in a bear hug and collapsed us into the middle of the bed. We lay curled together like two spoons, every part of our bodies touching, both of us nude and very aroused. I rolled over so we lay face to face on our sides, and the obvious desire on her face to do more matched my own. My need to touch her was overpowering. My hand slid up directly onto her top breast, ready to move away as soon as she stopped me. But she didn't. It was the first time I had ever touched another woman's naked body, and when my fingertip circled the rim of her stiff nipple, she murmured with pleasure and immediately reached out to touch mine in the same way. Our knowing fingers teased each other's nipples until we tingled with arousal. Having the time and opportunity to explore each other's bodies so freely was thrilling in the extreme. It was like masturbation by remote control - everything I did to her was done to me in turn. I was lost in an erotic haze, wondering when I was going to wake up. But still I wanted more - if this was a dream, then I wanted to explore it as fully as possible before I awoke. I let my hand be still on her breast and looked deeply into her wide brown eyes. "Sheana... can I kiss them?" I asked hoarsely. "I really, really want to." I felt a tremor pass through her as she closed her eyes for a second before she let my breast go and rolled onto her back, my hand slipping away. A lump of panic formed inside me for a moment, but then she was rolling back to me, cupping both of her large breasts herself, raising them for my lips, her eyes inviting me to take them and do as I wished. With immense joy and gratitude, I slid closer and dipped my head. I went directly for her nearest nipple, pulling on it with my lips and sucking it hungrily then attacking it with my tongue, doing everything instinctively, licking it, rolling it between my gums, pushing my tongue against it as though pressing it back into her, nibbling on the end. I opened my eyes and her expression told me everything I needed to know: she loved it, was almost delirious with pleasure. I gave the erect brown bud a last wet lingering lick and kept it pinched lightly between my thumb and forefinger as I repeated my experimental techniques on her other nipple. Sheana became louder, her moans echoing around the room, urging me to suck even harder. "Oh please, please... keep doing it like that!" she cried. "Keep going!" By the movement of her arm, I knew her fingers were on her clit now, vibrating furiously. I would have loved to lean back and learn her preferred way of stroking herself, but my head was committed to staying on her breasts, where it was needed most. I licked, sucked, pinched and lapped at her tits alternately, guided by her sounds of pleasure. Then at last she gave one final drawn-out wail as her body stiffened and shuddered again and then again. With my mouth stuffed full of her gorgeous breast, I glanced up at her face and saw such tremendous pleasure and relief written there, my insides melted completely. I loved her so much for allowing me the joy of giving her such pleasure. I released her and moved away a little, caressing her whole tummy and chest area in gentle, smooth strokes. She lay very still, her hands still cupping her mound, exhausted by the intensity of her release, and though I longed for her to reciprocate on my own breasts and body immediately, I waited patiently for her to recover, noticing how her nipples stayed stiff, each of them still wet with my saliva. And now the sudden lull gave me time to examine my feelings about her more clearly. I had no doubts I was firmly heterosexual - my desire for men's minds and bodies was perfectly clear to me. Yet I had to admit to myself that given this opportunity of seeing and touching a well-endowed and attractive friend in private and comfort, I was strongly aroused and very much wanted to touch her everywhere. My own nipples were still very stiff, I was flushed all over my face and chest, and I knew my pussy was dripping wet. However, I was also fairly sure I didn't want to go through with an extended sexual relationship with Sheana or any other girl. It occurred to me in a flash what it must be like for a gay person, male or female, to live a normal social life in our present time and place. Our cultural conditioning against such relationships is so incredibly strong - I felt new respect for people who find themselves wanting to live an openly gay life with their lover. Now Sheana took my hands in her own and held them softly and warmly. She opened her eyes at last and gazed deeply into mine. There was a long moment of stillness between us. We both knew we had experienced a special moment of sexual discovery. And suddenly I was concerned she might say something to downplay it, to make it less special than it was. She spoke before I could, and my fears vanished. "That was so amazing... I've never done anything like that before - with anyone. Would you... like me to do it to you too?" Immensely relieved, I rolled onto my back immediately and this time she was the one smoothing her hands all over my body. I closed my eyes to focus fully on the novel sensations of a gentle, feminine touch. Her hands paused, and then my left nipple was suddenly cold then hot as she sucked in her breath around it before letting her tongue and lips encase it totally. Pure pleasure swooped from my nipple down through my clitoris and back up again and I raised my head to take one quick look at her beautiful dark face devouring my entire breast before all conscious thoughts were sucked up into her wonderful mouth. It was the first of the very few times in my life when I have been stimulated enough to reach orgasm without any direct touching of my clitoris at all. Needless to say, each orgasm I've reached this way has been unforgettable, and that first one was mind-blowing. She moved across to my other breast to repeat her wonderful mouth action, sucking in as much flesh as she could before letting it slip out slowly and taking the nipple between her teeth, nibbling lightly on the very tip. I remember thinking, if sex with men was better than this, I would have to go out and offer myself to the first attractive man I could find. I had never dreamed how sensitive my breasts could be, and how responsive to the touches of a skilful lover. Adding my finger on my clit this time, I came again quickly and then, when I just couldn't take any more of her fabulous mouth on me, I pulled up her head and gave her a passionately grateful kiss right on the mouth. She responded in kind, our lips parting and her tongue sliding deep into my mouth for another new thrill as our delicious kiss went on and on. Best Slumber Party Ever Ch. 02 Finally satisfied, we rested in silence, moving slightly apart to find cooler spots, admiring our beauty on the ceiling, letting our hands move over ourselves and each other as they would, sharing a new and special intimacy. But even though my lust had been sated momentarily, I still couldn't resist the opportunity to take the experience of caressing her to its limit. I was reminded of a picture I had seen once of two nude women lying next to each other, each with one hand on their own pussy and one on the other's, and the idea thrilled me enormously. I wondered if I dared hope to imitate it. Sheana watched in silence, still breathing heavily, as I reversed my position on the bed to bring my face next to her groin. The hair on her mound really was very similar to that on her head, although much curlier. My exploratory finger stirred a few of the curls around playfully, and she slid her hand under mine to hold some of the hair away from her opening, exposing her delightful clit to my direct gaze. I looked at her and smiled. She had guessed intuitively I only wanted to look, to compare hers with mine, the same as children do in showers and bedrooms all over the world. Raising one of my knees, I reciprocated by spreading my lower lips open with one hand so she could see my own most secret pinkness. I licked my right index finger and let it rest right on her tiny love-bump. Stroking her clitoris seemed so natural, so friendly. There was a mixed sense of familiarity and strangeness about doing it, my fingers knowing their way through familiar territory but without the usual responding sensations deep inside. Running my moistened fingertip up and down her inner labia made her murmur again, and then she was touching me between my own legs. I felt the excitement of discovery anew as my clitoris received someone else's bare touch for the first time. I had rubbed up against boys sometimes, exciting for both of us, but this was the real thing. She started to squeeze the hood gently, vibrating it from side to side. It felt very good, but I was still too sensitive from my last climax to really enjoy it so I gave an encouraging sound but then gently removed her hand from me. She seemed to understand and again I let my instincts take the next step. I licked my left thumb and rotated her whole clit under it in firm, regular circles, using the same pace and rhythm I liked for myself. "Yes, do it like that," she whispered. "That's it. That's it. Oh yes." Her thighs parted, showing me more of her and giving me better access to her whole pubis. I felt incredibly excited about being able to arouse her this much. The thought flashed through my mind: how many of the boys we both knew would have given anything to be in my position, making love to beautiful, sexy Sheana? Taking my fantasy further, I discovered an urge to penetrate her, to see what it felt like for both of us. Still rubbing her with my thumb, I let a fingertip slip into the crevice between her pink lips to extract the moisture I found there, smearing it around the entrance and adding it to her clit. Her face showed no sign of stopping me - instead, her eyes shut tightly and her hands now slid right away from me under her pillow. As gently as I could, I eased my index finger further into her, surprised at how easily it slid into the cavern beyond her lips. I moved cautiously, exploring the walls on all sides, delighted when Sheana made little mews of pleasure. Was there such a thing as a G-spot? I had never been able to find one inside myself, but perhaps it was easier if someone else tried to locate it. I rubbed a hard area on the top wall of her vagina, almost underneath her clitoris so my fingers were virtually rubbing against each other through her skin. The effect was immediate. Sheana groaned loudly, bucked her hips and pushed my left hand away to rub herself faster. I inserted a second finger, increasing my internal stroking to match her new tempo and suddenly there was a squelching sound from her pussy and to my surprise a fine liquid began spurting into my palm in a series of wet pulses. Her body tightened and released three or four times all over before she finally slumped still. It was an amazing sight. I let my finger slip out slowly and raised it to inhale the now familiar aroma of her love juices. I embraced her and she responded with gratitude. As her breathing slowed, we kissed and stroked each other warmly and gently, enjoying her passage down from her peak. Then, as my fingers accidentally triggered a ticklish spot on her tummy, she giggled suddenly and with that, the spell was broken. We laughed together then, and through our happiness, I was sure she was indicating she wouldn't be treating our experience together too seriously and neither should I. In a way, it was a relief to sense we would still be friends without having this episode hanging over us, but my personal vow to experiment sexually was still in force, and I wanted to take it still further, as far as possible, before the night was over. As she sat on her edge to look for her nightie, I rolled off the waterbed on my side, a more difficult task than on a conventional model, and straightened the sheets from habit. Sheana, still nude and obviously careless of me seeing her body now, helped me pull up the covers on the other side. We chuckled together as I mentioned my image of Kim's parents' faces if they ever found out what had happened on their bed tonight. Finally we stood facing each other on opposite sides of the bed, both of us feeling unashamed and still quite aroused, particularly in my case. "You know what? I've always wanted to walk around someone else's house in the nude," I said. "I'm going to do it right now." "Let's do it together," she said, smiling. She walked around the bed and took my hand, leading me out the door. Her inhibitions had been greatly diminished over the last hour. We continued down the long hallway hand in hand, occasionally making eye-contact and giggling at our naughtiness. As we were about to pass a large window, Sheana stopped suddenly, about to crawl past it, but I had other ideas. I looked out over the large backyard to the neighbouring house. There was no-one to be seen anywhere. I raised my hands over my head and did a few exotic dance moves for the benefit of anyone who might be out there, jumping up and down to shake my breasts dramatically. Exhibiting my nudity 'safely' was a thrill then and one I still enjoy. The sudden possibility of staying nude all night in this strange house was a real turn-on. "Come on!" I said to Sheana, reaching out to pull her across in front of the window as well. "Nobody's watching." She looked out fearfully at first but then she cracked a smile and joined me in some more impromptu nude aerobics. Her breasts, being larger, naturally bobbed around a lot more than mine, and she was careful not to be too enthusiastic in her jumps in case she hurt herself. Stopping to take some deep breaths, I said, "Okay, here's a dare for you. What do you think Kim and Kaia would say if we walked in on them like this?" Sheana gave a little squeal. "No way! No way! I'm putting my nightie back on!" She turned and raced back into the bedroom, returning with her nightshirt pulled hastily over her head. I put my hands on my hips and struck a bold pose. "I guess it'll have to be just me then," I said. "Come on." I led her back to the living room, pausing to listen at the door, now slightly ajar. Someone had turned on the stereo to play some familiar classical music softly, but otherwise there were no sounds from within. I pushed gently on the door to widen the crack, and was surprised to find Kim and Kaia were not there. Instead, there was a long padded mat unrolled on the carpet, a rolled towel at the head and a large jar of fragrant gel available beside it. I realised I was feeling quite sleepy but looked inquiringly at Sheana, wondering if she was interested in giving or receiving a massage. Sheana seemed quite pleased, gave me a nod and pointed first at me and then the mat. Quietly, I arranged myself face down on it, resting my forehead on the wrapped towel, making myself as comfortable as possible, looking forward to enjoying more sensual touching from Sheana's warm, wonderful hands. Her palms applied the first abundant coat of the gel, first cool then quickly warm, as it slid smoothly across my back. Time became irrelevant as her fingers rubbed, kneaded and caressed more of the gel into my shoulders and up and down my spine. It was so fantastically relaxing, I forgot about Kimberly and Kaia completely, appreciating only my girlfriend's skill in guessing exactly where to rub me, how hard to do it, and how long to do it before moving on. I drifted along, sometimes visualising her beautiful body, recalling my exultation after her orgasms, wondering whether I would get the chance to do it again before morning. As her hands slid down confidently onto my buttocks, I shivered internally. Why hadn't I known she was so good at this? I would have invited her home after school much more often - whenever the rest of my family was out for a few hours. Suddenly, I felt the tremors of other feet entering the room. I stiffened instinctively for a moment, about to cover myself hastily with my hands, but Sheana pressed her hands into my back to stop me and whispered into my ear. "Relax - just relax - everything's fine." I did as she directed, trying to regain my relaxed state although I knew Kim and Kaia must now be sitting next to us, watching her superb manipulations. Gradually I shifted my thoughts back into Sheana's hands, consciously relaxing each part of my body in turn. She was caressing my feet now, creating feelings so exquisite as she stroked and pinched me there, I couldn't help but give a little whimper. Then, just as it seemed I had reached a plateau of enjoyment, my mind trapped within Sheana's beautiful fingers, suddenly there were other hands joining in, one pair working up and down my leg, the other criss-crossing back and forth across my lower back, finding and easing tensions I hadn't known existed. Stopping what was happening was unthinkable - everything felt so, so good. It was all pure pleasure, but a different kind of pleasure from the one caused by touching my nipples or my clitoris. It was very arousing but in a slower, broader, fuller way, the kind of pleasure which felt like it could be sustained for hours, building up to an eventual bonfire of stimulation. I soaked up each new feeling with murmurs of contentment. With a sudden flash of excitement, it occurred to me I could roll over - but it was such a scary thought. It meant all three girls would see me fully naked, all three would be touching me - and where would they touch me? On my breasts, between my legs? What if they added their tongues, licking my sensitive areas as they continued to caress me with all six hands? Would they keep going till they made me come? The ideas were so daring, so thrilling, I knew I had to do it, I summoned up the will to turn, I prepared myself to roll, when - - suddenly the phone rang, cutting with a shock into the reigning mood of intimacy. All the hands froze and I opened my eyes with great reluctance, before coming to my senses at sickening speed. It seemed Kimberly and Kaia had also taken the opportunity to undress, their flimsy garments scattered on the carpet, leaving them nude except for Kim's gold jewellery and Kaia's black studded choker around her neck. I stared fascinated at Kim's bare bottom and swivelling hips as she sauntered over to the desk with the phone, curling up in the large padded lounge chair to take the call. "Hello?... Mark, we agreed you wouldn't call tonight... Because I've got people over here, remember? No, everyone's staying all night, I'm not going anywhere... No, no boys allowed!... I don't know if you know them or not... wouldn't you like to know? As it happens, we're giving each other massages at the moment - amongst other things... what? What am I wearing?" A call from one of her current boyfriends was predictable enough, I supposed, but I was still very annoyed my massage had come to a halt so abruptly. The three of us on the floor were all sitting up now, Kaia and I subtly comparing our bodies while trying to appear disinterested in each other, avoiding eye contact. Sheana was the only one still partially robed. Kimberly gave us a big wink as she unfolded her legs from beneath her bottom and crossed them tightly as she had earlier. She was obviously becoming very excited as she sat in the nude, talking to her boyfriend with the rest of us watching. "Let's just say it wouldn't take me long to describe... of course I am, how else can you do a massage properly? You should know that, after last week... So where are you at the moment? Are you? And what are you wearing?... Mmm, they're the ones I like, aren't they? The ones that show off your cute little arse?" She chuckled throatily. "Sorry, what? I beg your pardon?... I'm sorry, Mark, are you trying to make this an obscene phone call?" Sheana immediately uttered a scream of laughter, which her hands could only partially muffle. This set Kaia and me off as well, all of us giggling excitedly. Kimberly clamped her hand over her ear and swivelled the chair away as she tried to hear what he was saying. "Sorry? I can't hear you. They're all sitting right here... look, hold on a minute." Kimberly placed the receiver on the desk and beckoned us all to follow her out of the living room. I was reluctant to leave but the fact Kaia rose so quickly assured me it would be best to comply. Also, her apparent nonchalance in letting me see everything she had to show, including the trimmed, light bush between her legs, challenged me to do likewise. I stood up as straight as possible, and followed. We went only as far as a small study down the hall, a carpeted room lined with bookshelves and more paintings. As we gathered around the desk in the small room, Kim pushed a button on the phone and gave us another wicked grin. "It's a speaker phone, so you'll be able to hear everything without being heard. Listen and learn, girls. Enjoy it." Kaia sat in the only chair, her bottom-half hidden behind a silky oak desk. Sheana and I sat on the floor with our backs against opposite walls, awaiting developments. There had already been so many new thrills and surprises, and now this. Was Kimberly really going to let us listen in on a sexy call from her boyfriend? There was a beep from the phone on the desk and Kimberly's voice was relayed clearly. "Still there, Mark?" "You bet I am, you beautiful bitch." His voice was deep and strong, confident and masculine, but also slightly breathless. The flow of adrenalin inside me began again. I wanted another trip to the toilet but I didn't dare move - I couldn't bear to miss a second of what I hoped would happen. "I'm glad to hear it. Well, I've sent them all out to have another swim, so let's get back to where we were." Her voice moved smoothly into a velvety tone with a vampish quality which gave us all another giggle. "So you rang me up to talk dirty while you have a wank, did you? Well, I want to know if you're ready to do it, Mark. Let me hear you take your pants off and put some lubricant on your hand. Have you got something there you like using?" His voice became definitely excited. "Yeah - I got some cooking oil - have to be careful not to spill any on the sheets." "Mmm, some nice slippery oil... I bet it feels really good when you use it, doesn't it? Have you got your pants off for me now, Mark? Are you lying on your bed looking at your dick? Is it hard?" "You bet it is - I'm lying here flat on my back and I'm rubbing the oil all over my hard cock right now - all up and down it - come on, say something else, Kim." "Mmm, good - I can imagine exactly what you look like, and it's making me so hot and wet, I'm dripping with it. Let me tell you what I'm doing. I've taken all my clothes off, and I'm sitting here in the big comfy chair in the living room, you know the one, and the cover's rubbing against my bare skin - mmm, God, it feels so nice..." At this point, Kaia suddenly groaned loudly. "I can't take this," she said in a strained voice. She leapt up and walked quickly past us to the door to turn off the lights before leaving, closing the door behind her. Apart from the little red glow from the phone console, Sheana and I were now alone in the darkness. I was pleased. Now I could let my mind focus on the voices, and even better, I could slip a hand between my thighs and massage my clitoris freely without worrying about how I looked doing it. As I listened and rubbed myself quietly in quick, light circles, I enjoyed the realisation Sheana was doing exactly the same thing to herself. Her quicker breathing was a dead giveaway. "Now Mark, give your dick a rest for a minute and rub your chest for me... God, I'd love to be there in bed with you now, you big stud, I'd rub your oil into you so well... give your little brown nipples a squeeze for me, make them stand up hard, as hard as your cock is now..." Mark's contributions at this point consisted mainly of heavy breathing, groans and the occasional mumbled obscenity. I knew Mark - I had seen him escorting Kimberly many times but knowing he was stroking his cock in his bed at this very second while I listened to every grunt he made was extremely arousing. I was peaking quickly, but I was determined to draw the pleasure out for as long as possible, wanting to time my cumming to precisely the same moment as his. Kimberly was obviously getting excited herself as she continued her erotic whisperings into the phone. "God, talking to you like this is making my tits so hard... and my little cunt is sopping. Listen to this - I'm going to put the phone down between my legs for a second so you can hear my fingers going in and out..." There was a muffled rhythmic squelching sound on the line for several seconds. Visualising Mark's penis making that exact sound as it drove in and out of Kimberly's cunt was a big turn-on. My breath came quicker and I fingered myself faster. "Did you like that sound, Mark? Because I loved making it for you. I've got three fingers inside now and I'm rubbing my clit at the same time... and.. Oh my God!" Her voice froze mid-sentence. "Huh? Are you still there, Kim?" "Oh Kaia..." Her voice took on a whole new tone. She sounded awe-struck, impressed, admiring. Mark was becoming concerned now. "Kim, is there someone else there?" "Mark, I hope you don't mind but it seems Kaia - you know my friend Kaia - I think she'd like to... join in. Would you mind if she did?" "Uh, no... I guess not... I mean... if it's what you want... what's she doing?" Kaia's voice came on the line. "Hello Mark. (giggle) Are you having a good time over there?" "Uh, hi Kaia. How are you?" He seemed unsure of what was happening. That made at least two of us. "Well, now, I'm doing just great. How about you just keep doing whatever it is you're doing..." (it was obvious she knew exactly what he was doing) "... and I'll let you know what's going on here. O.K.?" "Uh... O.K." "Mmm, good. For starters, right now I'm holding one of Kim's boobs in my hand, her left one. God, her nipples get so long when they get hard, don't they? And so sensitive." "Oh shit, yeah, they do, they do!" Listening to a girl lasciviously describe the qualities of his girlfriend's breasts as she fondled them was making Mark almost excited enough to have a cardiac arrest. "I bet you really love sucking on them, don't you Mark? Does she let you do that to her? Have you ever heard this before?" A delightfully obscene mix of wet slurping and indiscriminate female moaning filled our ears. As it went on and on, growing in intensity and passion, I realised Sheana had moved. She was in front of me, kneeling close, her head was dipping down, there was the briefest moment when I felt her scorching breath on my own breast and then as her mouth attached itself hungrily to my most responsive nipple, I knew I had entered pure sex heaven. Best Slumber Party Ever Ch. 02 As Kaia continued her loving oral caresses of Kim, Sheana treated me to the wicked thrill of sharing every pleasure I could hear being lavished on our friend and host. Her mouth seemed to know instinctively exactly how I needed to be suckled, how hard, when and where. In return, I reached out for her. She was bare again, and finding the stiff tip of her nearest warm globe was easy. I rolled it firmly between my fingers, delighted when she moaned her enjoyment. In the near-total darkness, there was only her mouth on my breasts, my hand on hers, my other hand still on my clit, and through it all, the sounds of the others enjoying their wild young carnality. Kim regained the mouthpiece, breathless with excitement. "Mark, you've got no idea what she's doing to me, how good she is - I'm fucking coming all over the place! Now she's putting a finger inside me - no, it's two... three! Oh my God, she's sucking me off as well, she's sucking on my clit and... Oh, fuck, fuck, Mark, I'm coming... fucking... now!" Kimberly made one loud high-pitched yelp after another as she let herself be dumped beneath tidal waves of utter ecstasy. My last thought before I followed her into my own desperately sought release was a sudden image of Kimberly Kitchener, the exalted rich girl at school, always so responsible, mature, superior, and here she was, acting like the sluttiest tart, giving hard-core phone-sex to a boy as he wanked himself six suburbs away, getting off on knowing her guests were listening in on every naughty, thrilling word. Her completely uninhibited sexual display on top of everything else I had seen and done over the course of the evening set me off on a wild series of orgasmic surges, reinforced by Mark's loud cries which left no doubt he was also having a truly colossal cum. As I soaked every possible bit of pleasure out of my clit, I pictured him lying nude on his bed with his pearly white semen freshly splattered hot and wet all over his strong young chest. As I came and came, I wanted a cock inside me so badly, I almost wished Sheana was a boy. Her mouth was gentler now, just holding my nipple between her lips rather than sucking it directly as the tension subsided. After a lengthy pause, during which Sheana allowed my breast to slide lingeringly out of her talented mouth, Kimberly asked Mark (totally unnecessarily) whether he'd enjoyed the call, received a deeply satisfied reply and extracted a promise from him to call the next day. With that, she hung up and it was time for us all to reluctantly face reality again. Soon after, Sheana flicked the lights back on, flooding the room with an unbearable brightness. We both winced, and she turned it off again. She had replaced her nightshirt. "Sorry, but I've really got to visit the little room. I'll be right back," she said, leaving but keeping the door mostly closed for the sake of my sensitive eyes. After stretching thoroughly, I stood unsteadily and left. I was still a little scared to be walking around in the nude but it was getting easier all the time. I found a vacant toilet in another bedroom and then met Sheana on her way back. She put her arm around my shoulders and I copied the gesture as we gravitated towards the living room. She whispered: "I had to touch you when I heard what you were doing while they were talking. Did I make it nice for you?" I looked into her large brown eyes with their mischievous gleam, blushing a little as I nodded gratefully, hugging her tighter. "I'm glad, Jo. It was good for me too. It was so exciting, wasn't it?" In the living room, we found a flushed and relieved Kimberly still recovering in the lounge chair next to the phone. Kaia sat in front of her on the floor, her back against the chair between Kim's legs, idly massaging the other girl's feet. She looked very smug, her eyes now openly evaluating every part of my body. This disconcerted me somewhat, knowing now Kim and Kaia almost certainly had a regular fuck thing going on between them. It was difficult for me to meet her eyes, and I wished again I had my chemise with me. But I felt I had to say something boldly before the silence became too sustained. "That was absolutely brilliant," I said, looking Kim in the eye. "Does he call you like that very often?" "Believe it or not, that was actually the first time with Mark," she replied, also deliberately conversational. "I've done it with Blake too, but he likes to do most of the talking. Anyway, you both certainly look like you enjoyed yourselves. I promised you tonight would be entertaining, didn't I?" She yawned then, stretching her arms high. "But before we proceed any further, I think it's my turn to visit the loo and have a wash. Coming, Kaia? Don't you two do anything too naughty while we're away now!" As soon as they had gone, Sheana and I looked each other up and down and had to laugh. With our dishevelled hair and makeup, flushed faces, and in my case, suction-swollen nipples, we could hardly have looked any more naughty and post-coital if we had tried. A resurgence of close feeling between us caused us to spontaneously hug each other tightly and warmly. There was no doubt we were again the very best of friends. Looking over her shoulder and out through the curtains, I was surprised to realise there were still several hours left before dawn. And in retrospect, the party was certainly not over then, not by a long way. Best Slumber Party Ever Ch. 03 As soon as Kimberly and Kaia were out of earshot down the hall, I noticed something new on the carpet next to the lounge chair where Kim had sat. It was a large yellow envelope. Sheana saw it too and picked it up. "I wonder what this is," she said, opening it inquisitively. "Some photos - oh my goodness me!" She knelt quickly next to the chair, staring at the photos in her hands. I tried to peer over her shoulder, then grabbed some from her when I realised who was in them. It was Kim's parents, Mr and Mrs Kitchener. In the photos, they were both nude. And not only nude, but they were doing it together - they were having sex. The photos had obviously been taken in the waterbed room, but the location was by far the least interesting detail. Our wildest dreams about Mr Kitchener came to life as we gawped at his bared erection disappearing into his wife's mouth as she knelt before him. The top half of his face was out of the frame, but there was no mistaking his perfect smile. The next photo showed the top half of his face only as his mouth burrowed itself deep into his wife's wide-open vagina as she lay on the bed with her legs over the edge, his hands spreading her thighs wide apart. The other photos were similar but went further - coloured vibrators appeared, used on and in her vagina and anus. In one, Kim's mum was kneeling up on the bed side-on to the camera with the red devices projecting from both of her lower orifices as she extended her long pink tongue to the flushed head of her husband's enticingly large erection. Sheana and I passed them backwards and forwards silently with shaking hands. It was almost as good as actually spying on them in action. My own pussy was thoroughly soaking again, and I knew Sheana had to be feeling just as horny. When I got to a close-up of Mr Kitchener's lovely long cock just starting to nose its way into his wife's receptive cunt, I could hardly stand the need to bring myself relief on the spot. I clenched my thighs and shivered as I imagined his experienced cock sliding into me searchingly, stretching open my shiny lower lips. If only he hadn't gone away, I thought, I would have loved to have made him an offer he would have found hard to refuse! It was Kaia who returned first, interrupting our drooling over the explicit pictures. She was unexpectedly reclad in her leather teddy and the top half of her face was also now covered with an elaborate mask of matching smooth leather. It was a sharply confronting look but undeniably one which spoke of sex. She put something on the desk before standing over the top of us, accusingly. "Just as we suspected, you're sticky-beaking into some very private things." She sounded chillingly stern, as though we were in serious trouble, but then her wicked smile reappeared. "They're unreal, aren't they? Has Kim's dad got a good-looking cock or what?" She knelt with us to look through the photos for a moment before suddenly grabbing them all and stuffing them back into the envelope. "Now shut up and listen. Kim said she was doing something else for a while so I'm s'posed to teach you sluts a thing or two. So have a good look at this!" In her hand she held a thin silver chain with a clip at each end. "Bet you've never seen one before, have you?" She was certainly right about that. "Guess what? They're nipple clamps!" We gasped together as Kaia immediately unzipped her teddy down the front and tugged the zippered gap apart to thrust her petite golden breasts shamelessly into view. With great care, she placed a padded clip over each stiff nipple before shutting them with a twin snap. Sheana and I winced and Kaia swore but left them on, gritting her teeth and clutching her hands tightly around her covered scalp as we stared at her connected breasts and tried to imagine the sensations she was experiencing. Was she going through heaven or hell...or both? After a full minute of self-torture, she removed them gingerly with another swear word or two. Her released nipples clearly showed the imprints of the clamps, being flattened and distended to an astounding degree. She cupped her breasts to inspect the damage. "God, that is just so incredible," she said at last, then sang: "It's a fine line between pleasure and pain..." She grinned at us. "I guess none of yous chickens wants to try it?" "No way!" we said together. "Yeah, thought so," she sneered, getting up to retrieve the object she had left on the desk. "Well, have a look at this then!" She held up what I presumed was an elaborate vibrator, a strangely shaped purple penis with weird bits sticking out of it. Kaia fiddled with the base and it came to life, buzzing as it twisted and shook. We all laughed at the sight but for me, there was tension too, curiosity as to how it would feel inside my own vagina, wondering whether Kaia was about to give us another demonstration, to let us watch as she slid it inside herself and switched it on. I had never held one before now but every article I'd read said they were fantastic for giving women as many orgasms as they wanted. I wondered if there was another one around I could try - using this thing which had already been inside someone else (Kim? Kaia? Mrs Kitchener?) didn't seem like a very good idea. But before any of us had the opportunity to play with the vibrator, Kimberly reappeared. In a big way, as usual. She had also dressed but this time she was covered by a slick black rubbery skintight outfit connected by suspenders to similar leggings. She wore nothing between her legs, her dark curls there still open to our view. With a mysterious smile for us, she opened a small satin-covered box she had brought with her. "Put that thing down, Kaia, you can play with those any old time. Now, before we go anywhere, girls, you'll need to wear these." From the box, she produced two elaborate masks of black velvet and sequins, indicating they were for Sheana and myself. Like Kaia's, they were designed to conceal our identities while leaving our mouths unrestricted in any way. But I still didn't understand why they were necessary until Kimberly produced the box's final item: a camera. The sexual exhibitionist who had been lurking inside me all evening silently jumped for joy. "Come on, girls, put them on, I've been looking forward to this part all night." We quickly donned the masks and giggled at each other's new appearance. Inside the mask, there was an immediate sensation of becoming someone or something else, an anonymous naked creature, utterly uninhibited, willing and able to fuck, suck, lick, finger and jerk off anyone I wished to honour with my sexual services. I couldn't wait to strike some especially sexy poses for the camera - the whole idea excited me so much. Silently, Kim directed us to follow her. We did so with barely suppressed excitement, wondering where we were going. To my delight, she led us back to the mirrored waterbed room but before Sheana and I could so much as exchange a knowing glance, we stopped dead still, staring in shock at the bed. Of all the possible surprises Kim might have arranged for us, this was definitely the least expected. There was a man tied to the bed. He was young, about our age or a little older, spreadeagled on the bed face upwards, blindfolded with a black sash over a mask identical to our own. His wrists and ankles were tied to the chrome metal bars of the bedstead with smooth but tight black satin ribbons. He was blonde, with a completely hairless chest but well-defined muscles stood out all over his beautiful body, with an especially impressive abdominal region. A sizeable bulge in his tight black briefs advertised tantalising goods waiting within. Otherwise, he was naked - and naked just for us? I could only hope. No one made a sound as we absorbed this vision of erotic masculinity. Then Kimberly spoke, unusually softly. "My darlings, may I introduce you to Blake... yes, it's Blake. I know you've all seen him before, perhaps even spoken with him. You'll notice he's wearing earplugs. If we speak softly, he won't be able to hear us, and naturally I've made sure he can't see us." She sat on the bed next to her prisoner and boldly placed her hand directly on the front of his briefs, nonchalantly stroking the whole concealed region with her fingers and palm as she spoke. Watching Kim play with her boyfriend's cock and balls right in front of us, excited me to the point where I imagined my love fluids might start trickling onto the carpet. "What's he doing here?" asked Kaia with a hint of disquiet which seemed out of place. I guessed Kim had kept this secret to herself. I wondered why. "Well, Kaia, was I wrong to think my guests might enjoy a bit of hands-on fun with a real live man? In such a way he would never be able to say later who had done what?" No one responded. My thudding heart and dry throat were my internal answer, my mind nearly over-heating with erotic anticipation. I think my legs may have actually begun to shake. Was I really going to be able to play with this nearly nude hunk, to do anything I wanted, anything at all? This was definitely the most astoundingly unexpected thrill of the entire evening. Would it never end? Kim continued to play gently with Blake's prick as it lengthened, running her fingertips along it with casual familiarity. The pink head began to poke its way out from under his waistband. "Yes, I thought so. Now, here's what will happen. "At no time are you to worry about his comfort at all - he owes me several extremely large favours, and he's agreed to be here completely of his own free will. I have it in writing and in fact, when I told him what I had in mind, he and his little friend here both became extremely enthusiastic! Oh, and he went to the toilet just before I tied him up, so don't worry about that either. He won't need to go anywhere. "Each of you is allowed ten minutes here, alone, uninterrupted, with my darling Blake completely, scrumptiously, at your mercy. I assure you I don't have any plans for a long-term relationship with Blake - I'm just using him for sex, so I don't mind sharing him at all. The only rule is - and this is very important - whatever you do, do not let him come until we're all back here together. We want him to stay as hot and hard as possible, not satisfied and sleepy, so whatever you do, don't let him go over the edge, okay?" "So can we fuck him?" asked Kaia. Her words gave me a sudden cramp. To actually fuck him, here, tonight. Imagine. "Of course. You are most welcome to - later on. In fact, I've put a packet of condoms in the drawer here just in case. But I must insist on one thing: from now until we make him come for the first time, you can do anything else you like but I shall be the first to fuck him. Agreed?" We nodded like trained seals, struck dumb by imagining what might happen in our allotted time. I truly didn't know how far I dared go with him, but my mind was so full of possibilities I barely heard her last words. "Jo may have the honour of going first, then Sheana, then Kaia. Afterwards, I think we should definitely all have some fun with him together. That should cap off the evening rather well, don't you think?" Abruptly, Kim gave Blake's manhood a tight squeeze which made it deflate a little, still concealed by his briefs. He smothered a murmur of discomfort. "I've also told him he's not to speak. Right, come on, girls, we'll leave Jo to it. See you in ten minutes, darling!" Then the door closed and I was left alone with a living breathing man completely at my mercy and available for absolutely any purpose I desired. And I didn't have the vaguest clue where to begin. But as much as I lusted for this man now, I knew deep down I didn't really love him and to lose my virginity tonight in these circumstances was not the way I wanted it to be. But that didn't mean I couldn't do plenty of other exciting things. To begin, I sat next to him and simply gazed at him all over. He was so incredibly beautiful. I had seen and admired him many times before, but of course, being Kim's partner, he had never been available. The more I looked him over, the more I realised what a contrast he was: his body so very masculine and yet his face so delicate and smooth, almost feminine. I wondered suddenly if his throat was as dry as mine. I poured a glass of water from a jug next to the bed and drank thirstily, then lifted his head to help him drink some. At first he resisted, perhaps afraid I was giving him something unpleasant, but then he swallowed gratefully, and when I removed the glass, unexpectedly he spoke. "Thanks... Oh, sorry." The last word was a whisper. In the ensuing silence, I assumed Kim had told him not to say a word on pain of... I wonder what? No matter. Running my eyes over his delectable, unclothed body was so enjoyable, I almost forgot I was allowed to touch as well. Seeing a bottle of "edible massage oil" next to the condoms, I applied some to my hands and began to rub it into his chest in tentative, then stronger, longer strokes. He murmured appreciatively as, to my surprise, his nipples became erect. I hadn't realised men could respond that way, so I gave each of them a soft tweak with my thumbs. He murmured again, smiling. It was time to make him bare. Taking a deep breath, I took hold of his pants at the sides and wriggled them down, careful not to snag them on his simmering cock, revealed now in all its natural beauty. He raised his pelvis to help me and I left his underpants stretched between his ankles. To be able to see and take hold of Blake's cock - it was one of my wildest fantasies come true. Oiling him further, I massaged the muscles of his arms and shoulders, caressing his hands. I gave each finger an oily stroking, realising with a shock I was free, if I chose, to work his penis in exactly the same way. He was obviously thinking the same thing as his penis erected itself magnificently, swelling in girth as well as length until it pointed directly to his chin. I enjoyed the sight - such a strong, handsome cock (circumcised, I noted) - as I ran my hands over his gorgeous body but again resisted the temptation to touch it, revelling in my power to give and to withhold pleasure. Realising, though, my time would soon be up, I reapplied oil to my hands and quickly massaged his lightly haired legs, enjoying the movement of his muscles, before I homed in on my real target. I had enjoyed some heavy petting with a boy or two before, but had never actually held anyone's dick. And now I couldn't put it off any longer. Very gingerly, I ran my fingertip along the ridge on the underside of his cock from between his testicles right up to the little bridging point on the head. He wriggled in enjoyment, so I did it again, using slightly more pressure. I could tell he liked what I was doing so I concentrated on enclosing his hardness in the oily heat of my cupped hands, moving them slowly up and down its length, sometimes turning them in opposite directions as well to tug gently on his sensitive skin. Then I took each of his balls between my fingers and rolled them around, causing him to groan a little. The feelings of complete power as I held him intoxicated me further. I thought later of the phrase "to have him by the balls." It was so true. My nipples were sticking out hard, my juices were flowing freely, and with my private time with him running out, I knew now was the time to be really daring. I bent down and gave his penis a quick kiss on the head. The only smell or taste was the edible oil, so I bent again and, before I could change my mind, slipped the whole of the head into my mouth, holding it between my lip-covered teeth while my tongue washed the surface thoroughly. I thought: 'I'm actually sucking his cock. I'm a cock-sucker.' It was so much smoother than I had imagined a penis could ever be. And now Blake was gratifyingly loud in his appreciation, ignoring any orders Kim might have given. "Oh fuck yeah... yes... lick it... suck it... please please suck it, suck it harder... harder!" Thrilled to be turning him on so much, my lips sank further down and I sucked his cock as hard as I could, careful not to let my teeth cut into him. I rolled my tongue around and around, bobbing my head experimentally a few times, dragging my lips wetly and lingeringly up and down, over and over. Blake groaned louder, straining under his satin bonds, trying to push further inside my wet warmth. Fearing he might ejaculate in my mouth, I stopped what I was doing abruptly and let go of his dick altogether. He swore in disappointment and bucked his pelvis up at me but I knew he had to be left hanging. It would make it so much better for all of us. There was just one more thing I had always really wanted to do with Blake and this was a unique opportunity. I desired it perhaps even more than sucking him, more than fucking him. Making sure no other part of my body touched his in any way, I lowered my mouth onto his and gave him the slowest, hottest, juiciest, most passionate, tongue-filled kiss I had ever shared with anyone in my life, a truly scorching, mindbending kiss that left us both breathless and giddy. I felt magnificent, like an irresistible love-goddess who had just seduced the most handsome mortal on Earth. But before I could do it again, a knock on the door broke the mood and Kimberly walked straight in with Sheana in tow. Sheana's jaw dropped and Kim grinned widely at Blake's straining erection, still slick with saliva and oil. "Mmmm, very well done, darling," said Kimberly with satisfaction. "He looks good enough to eat... or to keep eating, by the look of it. Come on out now, Sheana's been dying for her share." Reluctantly, I retrieved my chemise and wrap from where I'd left them and allowed her to lead me away, Kimberly closing the door behind us. I returned to the living room in a foggy haze of physical and emotional sensations, collapsing uncaringly on the doona, vaguely aware of porn videos and magazines around me, Kim and Kaia commenting lewdly as they showed particularly erotic pictures to each other, but my thoughts refused to stray from the gorgeous boy upstairs. Our kiss was so... simply amazing. The adrenalin of drunken horniness was still coursing through me, exacerbated still by the promise of more time with Blake to come. Kimberly proved to be an impatient time-keeper. It seemed no longer than five minutes at the most before she simultaneously retrieved Sheana and let Kaia loose on the vulnerable Blake. Sheana returned looking very excited and pleased with herself. Her singlet top had been abandoned somewhere at last and her dark naked skin was beaded with sweat. Though I dreaded to think it, she personified exactly my image of a woman who had just enjoyed an extremely satisfying fuck. I was forced to wonder if she had indeed gone 'all the way' with Blake, whether losing her virginity, in spite of Kim's warning, was the reason for her flushed, proud appearance. But I said nothing, sorely afraid I would discover I had been left behind in our unspoken race to be the more sexually daring. After a few more minutes of agonising waiting, Kim finally indicated it was time for us to return to our male subject, and she led us back to the bedroom. There were muffled moans from within. Knocking twice on the door, she turned the handle. Kaia stood at the foot of the bed, her leather teddy wide open and her decolletage flushed with arousal, her pink nipples very stiff, smiling smugly down at the bound Blake. He was grasping the bars at the head of the bed and wriggling furiously. His cock was still as erect as I had left it though now there was pink lipstick smeared in blotches across his chest, around each nipple and all over his erection - a clear trail of evidence as to how Kaia had enjoyed herself with him during the last ten minutes. Best Slumber Party Ever Ch. 03 We gathered around the bed as Kim spoke softly but firmly. Even as I devoured Blake with my eyes, I couldn't help looking at the others, reflecting on how totally uninhibited we had become with each other. Sheana and I were nude except for our masks, Kaia was effectively topless and although Kim still wore her black plastic outfit, how much longer it would stay on was anyone's guess. "You have now each spent time alone with this sex-slave. He will never know who you were and now you will swear never to tell who was here and what was done. The photos I take are for your own pleasure only, and you must also solemnly swear never to show them to anyone else. Do you swear?" We all said "I swear" at roughly the same time but in hindsight, the champagne-loaded lust in our systems made the validity of our oath rather doubtful. I had already decided I would be simply wanted to be the girl who made Blake come, and I wanted Kim to take a photo of me doing it. Our latex-clad host then stepped away from the bed, aimed and shot a picture of her spreadeagled, pink-besmeared boyfriend. The polaroid print rolled out immediately and we clustered to watch it develop. It was slightly overexposed but still very effective in capturing the state of his arousal. Now Kaia took the initiative by stripping off her teddy completely, clambering awkwardly onto the bed, and straddling Blake to face his feet. She held his dick by the base and raised it so it stood upright against her, pressing into her bare tummy and pubic patch. She looked at Kimberly: "How about this?" Kim fulfilled her wish immediately, the flash reflecting off the various mirrors, and then in a surge of collective lust, we joined her, each of us wanting to be the star of Kim's erotic circus. All three of us moved to fill the frame, adopting pose after outrageous pose on and around Blake's body. Kimberly became the director, having us kneel with our faces clustered around his exposed scrotum for one shot, tongues extended, then Sheana cupped his balls, while I wrapped my fingers above hers around the shaft, and Kaia enclosed the engorged head in her tight grip for a three-handed total wank of his bulging pole. Shot followed shot quickly as our sexual imaginations played themselves into glorious reality. Even now I can't recall exactly who did what, but it was as though we had all taken possession of each of the other bodies on the bed. Nothing needed to be asked for, because nothing was denied. We each took a turn squatting lightly over Blake's face, as he responded to the game by extending his tongue as far as he could, allowing us to tease him with occasional quick tastes of our delicious young honeypots. As Sheana took her turn to lower herself over his face, she cupped her breasts high and suddenly her red tongue had shot out an incredible distance to probe each of her own huge nipples. Seeing her lick herself made me go completely wild. I remember taking her fabulous nipples in my mouth again, and Blake's, and perhaps Kaia's too; dragging my tongue over all the skin I could find, male and female, sometimes meeting another tongue along the way for a quick duel over a particular portion of flesh. I vividly recall an image of Kaia inserting one of her little fingers smoothly into Blake's anus as she lapped at his balls; another of feeling strange, skilful fingers on my clitoris as I tongue-kissed Blake again and not even bothering to lift my head to identify the owner. Through it all, Kimberly encouraged us with arousing obscenities as she fired off shot after shot, finally pausing with an especially naughty smile for us. "Quick, see if you can all give him head at the same time, and make yourself come while you do it!" We hesitated for barely a moment, totally caught up in the wild excitement of playing such extremely forbidden, 'adult' games with our willing prisoner. We were no longer girls, no longer kids, no longer looked down upon - we were beautiful, masked sex-goddesses going where our weaker mortal selves would never have dared. Sheana knelt between his legs quickly, extending her remarkable tongue to probe his dark twin orbs and the ridge beneath, balancing herself on one hand as the other found its way between her legs. Kaia lay on her side, bending down to slip the entire crown of his cock between her lips, sucking on it lasciviously with hollow cheeks, her eyes fiery with desire as she too sought her clit and began strumming it with the perfect rhythm only its owner would know. To complete the tableau, I poked my head between theirs, stretched my tongue out as far as it would go and ran the tip lightly up and down the exposed, sensitive seam of his shaft as Kimberly came in close to find the perfect angles. Finding a comfortable position from which to generate my own pleasure, my competitive streak screamed at me to ignore everything and go for a golden orgasm. Yet, even as I licked away and rolled my clit furiously under my favoured finger, I wondered how Blake felt about three loving wet female tongues descending onto his highly sensitised fleshpole all at once for a ravenous sucking, licking tongue-bath. It was obvious it felt very, very nice indeed. Blake's toes curled and arched in pleasurable agony, confirming that for all the fun we girls were having, he too was enjoying the most excruciatingly erotic night of his entire life. With my passionately sought climax coming nearer and nearer, Kaia abruptly removed her lips to gasp "Coming!" a split-second before gush after gush of pearly white wine shot out of his prick, covering our faces and his hard body in wave after wave of release as Blake bellowed a loud "Aaaaaaahhh!" Instinctively, our mouths sought to follow his ejaculations, licking the semen first from his salty skin, then from his spent tool directly, doing everything we could to make our fabulous male toy-boy's climax totally unforgettable for him. Kimberly continued to photograph us as we lapped and massaged his beautiful body, none of us willing to cease pleasing either him or ourselves. Finally I knelt up and gave in to my own need for release, totally uncaring of how I looked, wanting only to rub and rub and rub until finally, finding Blake's cock with my spare hand, squeezing the last drops of juice from it, the sensational spasms of pleasure began, shooting up though my legs, racing along my spine and flooding my brain with pure throbbing ecstasy that went on and on. When my eyes opened at last, it was to witness Kaia lavishing Sheana's stupendous breasts with long, flickering licks as both girls continued to rub at their own clits urgently. Spurred on by the obvious excitement of my own drawn-out climax and wanting nothing less for themselves, I was delighted when they reached their own loud orgasms within seconds of each other, their flushed faces reflecting their similar gushings of pure release. All three of us sagged across Blake's form then as we recovered from our truly peak experience and only after a period of rest, when Blake began to wriggle uncomfortably, did we finally sit up in silence, unsure of what to do. As always, Kimberly had the next move planned. "Well done, ladies, I don't think he'll forget tonight for a very long time. Right now, you all have to go back downstairs while I let him loose for a minute or two. We can't let him identify you while he stretches his muscles between rounds, can we?" Slowly obeying her orders like run-down robots, we rolled off the bed and walked or crawled to the door, suddenly aware of how exhausted our all-too-mortal bodies really were. Closing the door, we staggered together down the hall, stopping off at toilets as they presented themselves. With the clock now well past the witching hour, sitting down in another bathroom to do my business was such a relief on my legs and indeed my whole body that I think I may well have dropped off for a few minutes, perhaps longer. I do know I was woken by a loud cry coming from somewhere in the house, a female cry certainly but whether of pain or pleasure, I couldn't be sure. Quite befuddled, I flushed the toilet and returned to the bedroom we had shared so enjoyably, where I found Sheana and Kaia crouched outside, still nude. The door was evidently locked from the inside, with no response to our knocking and calling. Then we heard her again, emitting shrieks of pleasure and Blake grunting with animal savagery as they took out their pent-up frustrations on each other's warm and extremely willing body. Perhaps Kimberly had a special technique to restore Blake to hardness or perhaps he was just desperate to be active at last, aching to penetrate her equally yearning pussy, perhaps any pussy he could find, to fuck her until she submitted herself to him in orgasm, to reassert his suppressed masculine drive. Whatever the cause, the sounds of gloriously ecstatic fucking went on and on, Kim becoming more and more frantic, yelping louder as she was serviced by her stud, demanding he fuck her harder and faster, ordering him not to stop until she was completely and utterly satisfied. Stooping outside, the three of us bunched together couldn't help but become aroused again, our ears pressed against the door while she took full advantage of our triple seduction of him for her own selfish pleasure. And there wasn't a damn thing we could do about it. She was screaming now, caught in the throes of a torrential orgasm which went on and on for ages, joined at the end by Blake's own bestial shouts of fulfilment as he finally released himself deep in her vagina after all the hours of slow, frustrating build-up of his erotic fire, doused only momentarily by his first orgasm at our hands. It was so easy to imagine their bodies locked together, sweat pouring off them as they ground themselves together in the extended afterglow of their sensational feast of fucking. Then, after a few final murmurs and sounds of slow disengagement and settling, it was quiet. Very, very quiet. And still the door stayed locked. And after a minute, it became all too obvious there was nothing for us to do but find beds and fall into them, our arousal finally spent, our bodies and minds exhausted and absolutely, totally ready for sleep. The next morning, after an all-too-short but very deep slumber, Sheana and I rose, showered and dressed, called a taxi and left, before any of the others could appear. Perhaps we were embarrassed to face them, to admit we had really done so many forbidden things. Somehow, hanging around to thank Kim for a pleasant evening just didn't seem appropriate. From the next day on, Sheana and I stayed close friends although we decided quietly between ourselves that going to bed together again probably wouldn't be as spontaneous and fun as it was the first time, and we agreed with sincere smiles that finding serious boyfriends was really what we both wanted more than anything. As for Kimberly and Kaia, they went back to their aloof social butterfly ways, although it was obvious to me now Kaia was only part of the "in-crowd" because Kim found her sluttish past exploits a perpetually fascinating topic of conversation. For Sheana and myself, there was scarcely a passing of the time of day now from either of them, and frankly, that suited both of us just fine. It was only on the last day of school Kimberly Kitchener made her final grand gesture, taking Sheana and myself aside to present us each with a padded envelope containing, at who knows what expense, small discreet albums with copies of various of the slumber party photos. In the light of day, the images were enthralling, astounding - three masked, depraved women feasting upon a restrained but impressively sized young cock as it swelled and finally burst under their inexperienced but extremely enthusiastic sucking and touching. Naturally, I gained much furtive satisfaction from those photos, that day after school, again that night and on many occasions subsequently. Kim assured us again our anonymity was absolutely guaranteed and that seemed to be that. After school finished, I lost contact with the other girls, choosing to travel for an extended period and then going on to study in another state. * * * Curled up again on the couch, listening to my husband cumming to the sound of my voice, I felt a familiar tingling inside, visualising once more two girls, one white, one black, each enjoying a forbidden, intimate taste of the other. The thought aroused me afresh and I allowed a new fantasy to form easily. Although my original album had been lost in a flood, what if I still had it and left it casually under the coffee-table before she arrived? Would Sheana want to look through it with me, would she confess she still fantasised about what we did, would she accept my invitation to compare our bodies again after all these years? Even better, would she mind if my husband watched us, if he joined in as well? I couldn't sit still any longer. As I slid my hand back into my pants and began my favourite pattern and rhythm, I knew, deep down, she would. She would want to do it all.