Sixth form in England meant there were regular party invites, but out of control teenagers drinking themselves into oblivion was simply not the type of scene that interested me. My wild teenage side showed itself sexually; enjoying sex with both male and female friends, whenever possible allowing others to see.

It was December, following my seventeenth birthday, when Jacqui Hill invited me to a party at her house on Friday of that week. I’d fancied Jacqui for years but she had a long-term boyfriend, who I simply could not stand. He had a personality which made my skin crawl. Had he not been around, I would have attempted to seduce her into having sex. But, with him in my head, I didn’t give her a reply about attending the party and nothing more was said as we carried on with our sixth form routine of heading in different directions to classes.

Last class of the day finally arrived. I trudged down the long narrow corridors to classroom A22, where we congregated for our Maths A Level class. As I turned into the room, I noticed Jacqui was already there, motioning for me to sit at the desk beside her. Within an instant of sitting down, she smiled and asked if I’d thought about her party. Of course, I’d not given it any thought at all but I couldn’t tell her that. Instead, I told her that if I did go, I’d be late because of my swimming training and, with that said, the teacher arrived to begin the lesson.

Jacqui was unusually flirtatious and tactile throughout the whole lesson, smiling every time we made eye contact and running the fingers of her left hand up my skirt-covered thigh. I made no attempt to stop her, feeling myself becoming more and more turned on. Jacqui grinned mischievously, noticing I’d pushed off my shoes, allowing my toes to wiggle in my brilliant white socks. The lesson seemed to fly by and as we all began to pack away our things, she leaned toward me, put her mouth to my right ear and whispered, “Chris won’t be at the party. All your mates have been invited but there will be fifteen there at most.”

She had my attention, her warm breath turning me on further as her fingers moved between my thighs, teasing my pussy mercilessly. Jacqui continued to whisper, “We can ignore the others and really get to know each other. Why don’t you stay the night too? We can end the party by eleven-thirty and go to bed.”

I felt her head move and teeth sink into my neck. Jacqui began to suck and my heart started to race, realising that she was giving me a love bite while she teased my pussy. A few seconds later, she pulled away, looked into my eyes and smiled with pride. My decision about the party had been made. Telling Jacqui that I’d be there as soon as my swimming training session was over, I wrapped my arms around her and tenderly kissed her lips. Before I had a chance to pull away, the fingers of her right hand moved faster and harder against my skirt-covered pussy and she placed her open mouth on mine, allowing us to kiss properly for the first time.

Suddenly, my body tensed involuntarily, back arching, pressing my pussy towards her fingers. I was going to cum. Moving my tongue urgently on hers, our kiss muffling my moans of pleasure, I felt juices squirt from my pussy as my body relaxed.

I pulled away, mind blurred for a few seconds, and I tried to regain my composure. Looking around the room, it was obvious that we had been the centre of attention. Faces were still transfixed towards our desks. Jacqui chuckled, saying, “Oh my god Jo, your skirt is soaked.” I glanced down and, noticing that my socks were nearly off too, I calmly reached down to pull them off and put my shoes back on.

With the school day ended, we put on our coats and said goodbye. Once outside, I was faced with a fifteen-minute walk on a bitterly cold night, rain pouring into my face and making me think that wearing a skirt with bare legs had not been my most sensible decision of the day. With my pussy still throbbing and dribbling, I walked at pace, desperate to get home and undress. By the time I arrived home, I was completely saturated by the torrential rain. As soon as I entered through the door, I kicked off my shoes, walked down the hallway, through the kitchen, saying hello to mom as I entered the utility room. Within a few seconds, I’d stripped off and placed my clothes in the washing machine.

Totally nude, I walked back through the kitchen and hurried upstairs to my room. I walked to my full-length mirror and looked at the love bite given to me by Jacqui an hour earlier. With two sets of teeth marks surrounding a dark bruise, I was reminded of the intense sensations she’d sent through my body and my pussy began to dribble juices down my thighs. As I looked in the mirror at my naked body, my nipples were standing proud, made hard by the bitterly cold journey home, and goosebumps covered my body.

I took a final look at myself in the mirror and, unable to resist, put my left hand between my legs and teased up and down my pussy lips, before turning around and going toward my bed. I sat on the edge, threw the duvet back, and picked a towel up off the radiator to dry my hair before lying in bed, pulling the duvet over my body.

Within a few minutes, my body began to warm up and I thought about the party and what might happen. It wasn’t a conscious move but my hands moved up my body to first caress my 34b cup breasts and tease my sensitive nipples. As my fingers and thumbs flicked, teased and pulled my nipples, I let out a loud moan of pleasure, not caring that my bedroom door was open. My knees parted as I drew my feet up the bed while my left hand moved over my stomach and I plunged two fingers urgently between my pussy lips.

Once more, an involuntary moan echoed around my room and I began to fuck my pussy faster and faster, moaning louder and louder. My hips writhed and my duvet slipped off my body little by little. As my pussy started to throb, I adjusted my fingertips onto my g-spot, teasing it steadily. I began moving quickly but maintaining a soft pressure, before slowing and pressing harder. The sheet underneath me was getting drenched as juices poured from my pussy. With my fingertips pressing hard onto my g-spot, I placed my thumb on my clit and started to tease. I was consumed by a desperate urge to orgasm, hips writhing, the duvet falling to the floor. Suddenly, with a gasp, my body tensed and pussy contracted hard, until a few seconds later, I started to cum, squirting hard.

I was so horny and couldn’t stop teasing myself, coming six times... until mom shouted that tea was ready!

For the next forty-eight hours, I was continually wet, thinking about sex with Jacqui, masturbating every chance I had -- at home, in bed, at school in class or common room, and in the swimming changing room.

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Friday arrived, with the invitees excitedly discussing Jacqui’s party and what they were going to wear. That subject had never interested me, so I kept my thoughts to myself. I’d be arriving at the party having swum first, meaning what I wore would depend on that. Jacqui had suggested I could shower when I arrived at the party but I said I’d decide what to do while I was at the pool, not wanting to appear too eager.

I decided to take up Jacqui’s offer of showering there, thinking that she might shower with me. After drying myself following my swim, I pulled on leggings, socks, trainers, and a short dress which barely covered my arse. Finally, I brushed my wet hair, put on my coat, picked up my bag and left the changing room. Mom was waiting to drive me to the party.

After a ten minute drive, we pulled up outside Jacqui’s house in a fairly affluent area of town. I picked up my overnight bag, which I’d prepared before my swim, and said goodbye to mom. She told me to have a good time but to respect the house while Jacqui’s parents were away for the night.

Walking up the driveway, I felt a little nervous but excited too and felt my pussy begin to throb and moisten with anticipation. I stood for a few seconds at the doorway, hearing music seeping through the walls and wondered if they’d hear the doorbell. It was too late to back out now, after hearing mom toot the car horn and watch her drive away. I rang the bell and waited. To my surprise, in seconds the door was opened by Angela. She was a tall girl, five foot eleven, with long dark straight hair and brown eyes. She was heavily made up and wearing a low cut, mid-thigh length dress, showing bare legs and, another surprise, bare feet.

I stepped inside and as soon as she closed the door behind me, she told me that Jacqui had instructed that nobody should wear shoes in the house as they’d just had new carpet. I smiled, seeing a barefooted Jacqui walking toward me from the living room. Jacqui was five-two, had shoulder-length light brown wavy hair, and brown eyes. She was very pretty with a bubbly personality and, without being Chris’s girlfriend, she would have had plenty of offers from guys. She wore a short skirt, with a vest top and bra.

Unfastening my coat first, I then bent from my waist but kept straight legs while undoing my trainers, before pushing them off my feet and standing upright once more. Jacqui stepped close, wrapped her arms around me and, without hesitation, put her open mouth to mine. Instantly, I placed my tongue on hers, moving slowly, allowing our passion to build -- but, before we got lost in our feelings, Jacqui pulled away, smiling proudly.

“Did you shower at the pool, Jo? You’re welcome to use the shower. Let’s take your bag upstairs and you can decide what to do.”

Taking me by the hand, I followed Jacqui up the stairs, avoiding several party-goers in the hallway and on the stairs, until we arrived in her room. I removed my coat, and Jacqui took it to hang it up, and I suggested, with a giggle, that she join me in the shower. She smiled, not dismissing the idea out of hand.

“Did you bring a change of clothes?” she asked, looking through my bag. I explained that I’d only brought clean clothes for the following day. In an instant, she suggested I wear her dressing gown after I’d showered.

Jacqui looked into my eyes and knelt on the floor in front of me. With a cheeky grin, she pulled off my socks and tenderly kissed my feet. Reaching up, she took hold of my leggings, eased them over my hips and pulled them slowly down my legs. With my leggings around my ankles, Jacqui looked up, as if instructing me to lift my feet, so she could pull them off. While maintaining eye contact, I took hold of my dress, pulling it over my head in one swift movement.

“Fucking hell... Wow, Jo! What an amazing body!”

I smiled in response, lifting my feet one by one as Jacqui pulled off my leggings to leave me standing completely naked.

“Are you going to help me in the shower?” I asked, taking hold of Jacqui’s hands, encouraging her to stand.

There was no reply, just a nervous smile as she continued to look at my naked body. Reaching forward, I took hold of Jacqui’s top, lifting it up her body. Suddenly, there was apprehension in her eyes but she still raised her arms, allowing me to pull her top over her head. To my surprise, without hesitation, she reached back to find the clip to her bra. Smiling at me, with the bra unfastened, she placed her hands on the cups, allowing the straps to slide seductively off her shoulders and down her arms. With a seductive wink, she paused and allowed the bra to fall off.

I could feel juices dribbling from my pussy as I looked at her hard nipples. Playfully, I encouraged her to turn around, before undoing her skirt and letting it drop to the floor. Before I had a chance to take hold of her thong, Jacqui had pushed it down her legs and turned around with her arms open wide.

I took a second to look at her naked body; small sexy feet, shapely legs, with muscular thighs, freshly shaved pussy, flat stomach, and rounded breasts capped off with erect nipples. My pussy throbbed as I held her left hand and placed it on my pussy, telling her to feel how wet she’d made me.

There was no reply, just a simple smile as she turned, enticing me to follow her to her bed. We climbed onto the double bed, lying side by side before our open mouths met and we began to kiss. Our tongues moved desperately on the other, with little subtlety as our fingers found the other's pussy. Using the fingertips of my left hand, I began circling her clit softly, while Jacqui plunged two fingers into me, finding a steady rhythm, finger-fucking me. Despite kissing, our moans of pleasure grew louder with each movement of the other's fingers. I felt Jacqui’s body tense when I slid two fingers inside her. I was surprised by the tightness of her pussy. I’d always surmised that she’d had lots of sex with Chris but the feel of her pussy suggested otherwise. As I started moving in and out, she pulled her mouth away, moaning loudly, “Oh fuck, Jo.”

Jacqui continued to finger-fuck my pussy, moving faster and faster as I writhed in response. As I moved my thumb to her clit, Jacqui gasped and arched her back. A few seconds later, her hips thrust forward onto my hand and she started to orgasm, juices oozing between my fingers.

My whole body was tingling, despite Jacqui stopping her assault on my pussy for a few seconds while she regained her senses. She opened her eyes, looked straight into mine and smiled as her fingers began to pound in and out of me. I let out a groan of pleasure as her fingers plunged into my throbbing pussy and, moments later, my hips found a rhythm to match her fingers. There was little subtlety in our actions, no tender lovemaking, more lust or desperate fucking.

I tried to tease her and give her another orgasm but sensations radiating through my own body made it impossible. My legs opened further as I writhed uncontrollably and my pussy throbbed harder. Despite the music blaring away from the stereo downstairs, our moans of pleasure would have been clearly audible to the other partygoers as our desire intensified. With each thrust of Jacqui’s fingers into me, I groaned louder, until my pussy clamped tight, causing me to gasp and my body to tense involuntarily. A few seconds later, I relaxed and started to orgasm, juices squirting between Jacqui’s fingers.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Jacqui’s face contort, enjoying her second orgasm of the night. I giggled, looking toward the open door, and seeing at least five faces peering into the room. They hurried away after spotting my glance in their direction.

“We were being watched,” I whispered.

“I don’t care, Jo. Those were the best orgasms of my life.”

Jacqui pushed me onto my back, rolling on top of me and straddling my hips. Putting her open mouth to mine, our tongues caressed as we kissed passionately. Instinctively, my legs parted and I pushed my pussy upward onto hers.

“Oh my god, Jo, you’re a horny bitch. Let’s go and shower before we fuck again.”

I giggled as Jacqui pushed away from my body, easing up to her knees and pulling me up in the process. An instant later, we were on our feet, holding hands, and walking naked toward the bathroom. Turning into the landing, we heard whoops of approval from the stairs. Pausing for a moment, I pulled Jacqui to me, put my mouth on hers, and kissed with as much passion as I could. She pushed me back against the wall, and pressed her pussy against my left thigh, grinding rhythmically.

Taking my mouth from hers, I whispered, “Who’s the horny bitch now?”

My thigh was wet with Jacqui’s juices when she pulled away, playfully slapping my arse as I stepped away from the wall toward the centre of the landing. Once more, I was taken by the hand by Jacqui and guided into the bathroom. A square room, not too big, a bath running across one wall with a cabinet at its end. A toilet sat on the adjacent wall, below a square window overlooking the back garden. In the left corner was a shower cubicle with a clear perspex door and wall.

Jacqui opened the cabinet and took out two towels as I entered the shower cubicle, turning to look at her. To my surprise, she left the bathroom door open, suggesting the others might need access to the loo. I smiled, part of me hoping there’d be a steady flow of party-goers into the room.

With Jacqui in the cubicle next to me and the door closed, she turned on the shower. Warm jets of water saturated our bodies in an instant. She asked if I needed to wash my hair, to which I nodded. She encouraged me to drop to my knees and then turned off the water before pouring shampoo onto my hair, massaging and lathering tenderly. Without thinking, eyes closed, I reached out, and grasped Jacqui’s arse cheeks to maintain balance. I felt water cascading down my body once more as Jacqui washed the soap from my hair and away from my eyes, allowing me to open them.

Being level with her pussy, I could see her swollen clit poking out between her pussy lips. Hands on her arse cheeks, I pulled her forward until I could place my mouth on her pussy. I felt her tense as I ran my tongue around her clit and she moaned a little. I took her clit between my teeth, pinching and pulling it into my mouth, making her gasp.

“Is it okay to use the loo, Jac?” came the familiar voice of Debbie Cole from the doorway.

“As long as you don’t mind seeing us naked and Jo sucking my clit.”

Debbie was probably the most conservative girls in our year. She was a proud church-goer and very studious. She was also very pretty but shunned all advances to be drawn into a relationship. She had light brown neck-length hair, brown eyes, was around five-seven tall, and slim with noticeable boobs. Despite being at a party, Debbie had still dressed conservatively, wearing a knee-length black skirt, three-quarter length pink leggings, and a white blouse. I’d expected, with the sight of Jacqui and I naked and me between her legs, that Debbie would have waited but ,to my surprise, I heard the door close and the sound of clothing hitting the floor and her sitting on the loo.

Encouraged by our audience and Jacqui’s hands on my head holding me tight against her, I held her clit between my teeth and flicked it with my tongue.

“Oh fuck, Jo, that feels so good.”

Jacqui moaned more and more when I began sucking rhythmically and flicking occasionally with my tongue. It wasn’t long before her hips responded, bucking against me while she moaned how good she’d felt in the bedroom but that the new sensations were in another league. Every moan, every reaction and response of her body, was turning me on. My pussy throbbed hard and tingles radiated through my body as I recognised I, too, would soon cum. Jacqui’s movement quickly developed until she was writhing out of control, forcing me to bite her clit harder to keep it in my mouth. With each suck of her clit, Jacqui moaned, “Oh fuck yes.” Suddenly, she tensed, pulling my head tight against her body as she gasped. I sucked her clit three more times as hard as I could and, as I ran my tongue over it, Jacqui relaxed, starting to orgasm and filling my mouth with her juices.

I stood up, attention taken by a groan of pleasure coming from behind us. I turned my head sharply to see Debbie sitting on the side the bath, legs apart and teasing her clit furiously as she looked at Jacqui and I. Debbie was unshaven and her pubes were wet from masturbating.

Turning around to face Debbie, I poured shower gel into my cupped hands and began to wash the front of my body as I watched Debbie unbuttoning her blouse. With my focus on Debbie, I’d almost not noticed Jacqui washing the back of my legs, my back, and my arse and, finally, between my open legs. I watched Debbie take off her blouse, unfasten her bra and drop it onto the pile of discarded clothes on the bathroom floor. As she began to caress her breasts, I felt Jacqui pressing her body against mine, tenderly wrapping her arms around me and, after sucking on my neck, she suggested we got out of the shower.

A few seconds later, with the water turned off, I pushed open the cubicle door and Jacqui and I stepped forward, moving toward Debbie and leaving a trail of water across the tiled floor. Jacqui and I were so lost in the moment that we didn’t realise we were standing on Debbie’s discarded clothes, soaking them.

Jacqui encouraged Debbie to stand and the three of us moved together in a group hug. As I put my right hand on Debbie’s left arse cheek, Jacqui put her open mouth to Debbie’s and they started to kiss open mouthed, exploring the other's tongue. Moving my left hand between our bodies, I found Debbie’s wet pussy lips and teased my fingers up and down their length. Within a few seconds, she began to respond, hips pushing hard against my fingers. No more encouragement was needed, and I slid two fingers between her lips, deep inside her wet throbbing pussy.

Debbie tensed and moaned, pulling away from her kiss with Jacqui, as my fingertips found her g-spot. The look in her eyes told me to make her climax. Within seconds, my fingers were a blur and the previously demure, reserved girl was bucking her hips wildly, moaning unashamedly, demanding I make her cum. Her pussy throbbed harder and harder as I teased her g-spot but the moment my thumb made contact with her clit, Debbie’s back arched, she tensed and moaned, “Oh fuck."

I felt her pussy clamp tightly on my fingers before releasing and beginning to squirt while I continued to tease g-spot and clit. Moaning with growing desire and desperation, Debbie continued to orgasm, squirting every few seconds onto her clothes on the floor.

I pulled my fingers away as Debbie sat on the bath edge. Without hesitation, I offered my cum soaked digits to Jacqui’s mouth and she wasted no time licking them clean.

“Do you think there’s room in my bed for three tonight, Jo?”

I didn’t reply, simply looking at Debbie and then Jacqui, smiling at both.

“I’d love to stay Jacqui," said Debbie. "At least I know I’m gay now but, I’ll need to call mom and tell her I’m staying. And I’ll need to get rid of these pubes. You and Jo look so good hair free.”

As Debbie reached down to her handbag on the floor, to find her phone, Jacqui opened the mirrored door on the bathroom cabinet and took out scissors, shaving cream, and a razor. In the blink of an eye, Jacqui was kneeling on the floor between Debbie’s open legs, trimming her previously untouched pubic hair. Debbie watched, transfixed by Jacqui’s actions, cutting and then covering her pubes with shaving cream. I noticed that Debbie’s breathing had shallowed and that her stomach muscles were twitching rhythmically. A beaming smile lit up her face as Jacqui began to shave and Debbie put her mobile to her ear and started to speak to her mother.

Debbie fought to control her voice as she talked and Jacqui shaved delicately around her pussy lips. For Debbie, it was an agonisingly-long conversation. By the time her mother was telling her to be a good girl and about to say goodnight, her pubes were gone and Jacqui was stroking her clit. When Debbie put down her phone at the end of the call, Jacqui moved her fingers faster and within seconds, Debbie was moaning uncontrollably, back arching, pussy squirting as another orgasm hit.

For a few seconds, as Jacqui stood and started to tidy up with Debbie attempting to recover, there was silence. Then Jacqui asked if Debbie wanted her clothes to be washed.

Jacqui wrapped a towel around her body, while I bent to pick up the discarded clothes on the floor. I asked Debbie if she wanted the second towel to cover up while going across the landing to Jacqui’s bedroom. She simply opened the bathroom door and smiled her response. Jacqui was the first to leave the room, telling us she’d not be long as she disappeared down the stairs.

Holding the towel in my right hand, I turned my head to look at Debbie. Hearing fellow partygoers talking on the staircase, I wondered if she was happy walking naked across to the bedroom. I need not have worried. Being in the bathroom for twenty-five minutes seemed to have converted her personality. She exuded confidence and giggled mischievously when she strode out of the bathroom and onto the landing, even turning to wait for me. Within five seconds, we were in Jacqui’s bedroom, door fully open, on the bed and kissing passionately.

Tongues swirled together, with desperation, igniting lust. I rolled on top of Debbie, her legs instinctively wrapping around me as my pussy pressed against hers. Slowly, I began to move my hips, grinding my pussy against hers in circles. I felt her fingernails dig into the flesh of my arse cheeks, trying to make me grind harder. With each rotation of my hips, our pussy lips opened further, exposing our clits more and more.

“You fucking me feels so good, Jo. Do it faster. This is so intense.”

No longer kissing, but grinding on the other's pussy with increasing desperation, our moans got louder. Neither of us noticed Jacqui return to the bedroom, drop her towel, sit on the bed beside us and begin masturbating. With clits fully exposed as we ground together, they touched, intensifying the sensations radiating from our pussies. Desperation was quickly taking over, grinding developing to uncontrolled pounding and writhing of bodies. As she moaned, Debbie demanded I fuck her and make her cum, not caring who might hear. She was writhing beneath me, thrusting her pussy up against mine. I knew I was close, my pussy throbbing with familiar increasing intensity, so I began pounding on her faster. Suddenly, I felt her legs clamp tight against my hips and Debbie tensed under me. Moments later, she relaxed, squirting against my pussy. I looked into her eyes, seeing the pleasure in them, just as my orgasm radiated through my body, squirting hard.

I slumped onto Debbie, exhausted but exhilarated too. Giving myself a few seconds to recover, I kissed her tenderly on the lips, before pushing up onto my knees.

“Oh my god," said Jacqui, "that was such a turn on, watching you two fuck. You’ve made me cum so much. You’re both as hot as fuck.”

As the three of us knelt on the bed, we giggled, wondering how often we’d orgasm in the night ahead. We exchanged kisses before agreeing to rejoin the party downstairs. Jacqui suggested Debbie and I picked something to wear from her clothes, telling us that she’d put on her nightie. Jacqui told us that while she’d been putting Debbie’s clothes into the washing machine, she’d informed the other partygoers that the party would end by eleven-thirty, keeping her promise made to me earlier in the week.

We all got off the bed. Jacqui opened a drawer, took out a nightie and pulled it over her head straight away, letting it slide seductively down her body. The material was almost see through and Jacqui’s hard nipples and pussy lips were visible. The nightie was also so short, it barely covered her arse or pussy and was a serious turn on.

“Oh my god, Jac, you look so fucking sexy. I want to pull off your nightie and fuck you all night.”

“That’s the idea, Jo.”

Meanwhile. Debbie had pulled a black thong up her legs and was putting on a short white blouse, which didn’t cover the thong. Only fastening two buttons to cover her breasts, she turned to face us and spread her arms out wide, smiling.

“Do you think this outfit says Deborah Cole is out, proud, sexy and confident?” she asked. “I want to look as sexy as you two do.”

We reassured her that she was equally as gorgeous, that every guy at the party will be sporting a hard-on seeing her and girls jealous or turned on. She’d had the thong on for not much longer than two minutes but already the wet patch was obvious, telling us that she’d never been so turned on.

I was still nude. The exhibitionist side of my nature considered joining the party naked but I saw Jacqui’s dressing gown and decided to wear that. It just about covered my arse and, after taking a final look in the mirror, we walked out of the bedroom, heading downstairs to rejoin the party, stepping past two couples who sat talking on the stairs.

“Did you enjoy the sex? It sounded amazing to us.”

Glancing at Debbie, I noticed her tense a little but then saw a smile and she winked at me. We made our way to the kitchen to get a drink. Another four partygoers were in the room, all girls, chatting away and acknowledging us with little more than a polite nod.

With drinks in hand, we walked through the strangely deserted dining room and into the living room, where the remainder of partygoers had congregated, most standing in the middle of the room. Jacqui guided Debbie and I to the sofa at the far side of the room and we sat, Jacqui in the middle, me to her left. It wasn’t long before the other people in the room turned to look at us and we became involved in conversation.

I noticed Gary Hadley split away from the group in the centre of the room, taking a few steps toward Debbie’s side of the sofa. Gary was far from the most desirable of boys at the party, standing approximately five-seven, with short brown hair and brown eyes. Neither was he athletic, carrying a few extra pounds. His most attractive feature was a cheeky personality. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Debbie running her fingers up and down Jacqui’s right thigh, moving closer and closer to Jacqui’s pussy. Purely from instinct, Jacqui’s thighs parted invitingly, not caring that anyone could see under her nightie.

Debbie turned, putting her mouth to Jacqui’s and muting her moan of pleasure as her fingers slipped into her pussy. I looked at Gary and watched the tent in his trousers grow in the blink of an eye. I couldn’t resist slipping my left hand under the spaghetti strap of Jacqui’s nightie and down to her breast, cupping it, before teasing her nipple between my fingers and thumb. Watching Debbie’s fingers slide in and out of Jacqui’s pussy was turning me on so much. I loosened the belt of the dressing gown and opened it to allow my fingers access to my pussy. Debbie pulled her mouth away from Jacqui, who immediately turned her head invitingly towards me. I wasted no time kissing her passionately. Continuing to tease her breasts and nipples, after a short while I felt the restriction of her nightie disappear. Jacqui had coaxed the straps off her shoulders and let them slip down her arms, allowing the nightie to pool around her waist.

Pulling my mouth away from Jacqui’s, I realised that the talking in the room had stopped and that all eyes were gazing in our direction. With Debbie and I kissing the nearly naked Jacqui as Debbie finger fucked her and I teased her breasts, it must have been a great show to watch.

“If any of you need a hard cock in you, I’m your man,” Gary chirped confidently, caressing the tent in his trousers. “Well? I have enough sperm, for all three of you,” he added.

Making eye contact with him, I wriggled my shoulders, encouraging the dressing gown to open further and slide down my arms to reveal my body, bit by bit. I watched his eyes widen as the gown dropped and I pulled my hands free. To my right, Jacqui’s back arched as she started to orgasm. She was moaning with pleasure.

Pushing the gown away to completely expose my body, I smiled at Gary, mischievously telling him to show us what he had. A few of the onlookers said goodbye and left just before Gary nervously unfastened his trousers and let them drop. His hard cock tented proudly against his multi-coloured boxer shorts. I smiled and motioned with my eyes for Gary to undress further, watching him tense as more people looked at him. With a whoop of appreciation from the dwindling group of partygoers in the centre of the room, Gary took hold of his t-shirt and pulled it quickly over his head. A second later, encouraged by the attention, he pushed down his boxers, kicking them off his feet, along with his trousers, to leave him fully naked.

At best I’d call Gary a little on the chubby side, his legs, chest and stomach all carrying a few extra pounds. Neither was his cock that impressive, maybe five inches long but it looked quite thick.

Jacqui had just about recovered following the orgasm given to her by Debbie and stood in front of the sofa, allowing her nightie to slide effortlessly down her legs. She motioned with her eyes, wanting Debbie to move toward me on the sofa, and then stepped toward Gary. Without ceremony, she took hold of his cock with her left hand and stroked it slowly, before she leaned in to kiss him passionately.

“I hope you know how to use this thing now it’s ready for action.”

Chuckling, Jacqui turned to face the sofa and climbed onto it, kneeling with her legs parted. With her hands on the back of the sofa, Jacqui turned her head to watch Gary move behind her. He put his hands on her arse cheeks, caressing them before roaming up her back and round to her breasts. Jacqui’s nipples were obviously very sensitive from Debbie and I sucking them, and she groaned when Gary found them. He moved his right hand under her body and between her thighs.

Meanwhile, Debbie had moved across the sofa and sat on my lap, legs resting along the sofa, feet underneath Jacqui. Debbie turned her head, placing her open mouth on mine. An instant later, our tongues were swirling together as the fingers of my right hand began massaging her pussy through her saturated thong. With her left hand she unfastened the buttons on her shirt. Next, she took hold of her thong, quickly easing it over her hips, down her thighs and triumphantly cast it into the centre of the room. I needed no further encouragement, sliding two fingers between her pussy lips to fuck her steadily.

“Oh fuck, you’re so wet ,Jac.”

“Well, I’ve had great sex with Jo and Deb... I’ll be wet for weeks. Be gentle though, Gaz, I’m still a virgin.”

Gary moved closer to Jacqui and held of his cock, preparing to guide himself into her. Suddenly, he tensed, groaning with disappointment as his cock erupted, prematurely spurting rope after rope of cum across Debbie’s feet. Jacqui looked back at him with obvious disappointment but, before she could move , Gary said he’d stay hard and could still fuck.

Needless to say, there was a deal of hilarity from the onlooking partygoers and Gary’s mishap caused a few more to say goodbye and leave, meaning just three remained. However, if they’d waited a few seconds, they’d have learned that Gary was right. He guided his knob between Jacqui’s pussy lips, causing her to groan in response and push back onto him. He put his hands on her hips and eased his cock further inside her.

“Do it, Gaz. Take my virgin...”

As Jacqui tried to tell Gary to take her virginity, he pushed hard into her, stopping her in her tracks. Neither of them moved, Jacqui breathed hard but then relaxed, until finally beginning to move on and off his cock. Encouraged, Gary responded, pulling back then thrusting forward, little by little increasing speed. Jacqui’s gasps and the slap of Gary’s balls could be heard over the music.

I’d continued to fuck Debbie’s pussy with two of my fingers, occasionally teasing her g-spot and clit, before returning to fuck her faster as we kissed passionately. Debbie’s pussy, like mine, steadily trickled juices as she became more tuned on. Her body writhed under my fingers, legs opened wider and, despite us kissing passionately, she moaned with increasing desperation. She tried to ease her shirt off her shoulders but was so desperate to cum that she couldn’t do it. My left arm around her back, I took hold of her top, pulling it off her shoulders. Before she could remove it, she pulled her mouth from mine and tensed. I felt her pussy take a vise-like grip of my fingers, and she groaned as her orgasm took hold. A few seconds later, Debbie’s pussy relaxed and I felt her juices oozing onto my thighs.,

Jacqui and Gary continued to fuck, him pounding her from behind with little finesse, just lust and increasing desperation. Suddenly, he gripped Jacqui’s hips tighter, pulling her onto him as he thrust forward and, with a grunt, started to cum. Gary emptied his sperm into Jacqui and pulled away almost as soon as the last spurt had left him

Standing facing Debbie and I, true to his original boast his cock stood proudly erect, glistening in Jacqui’s juices, with a hint of blood from taking her virginity.

“I’m ready to go again. Who wants my sperm next?”

Debbie jumped to her feet, her top falling to the floor and leaving her naked. “Well, you’ve deflowered one virgin, so you should make me number two.”

Taking her by the left wrist, Gary pulled Debbie toward him, placing his mouth on hers -- but she pulled away. “You can fuck me, cum inside me, plant your seed in me, make me pregnant, grope my tits and body but I’m gay and I’ll only kiss another girl.”

Jacqui, too, had stood up. Walking calmly around Gary and Debbie, she took me by the hand and instructed that I clean her pussy. She encouraged me off the sofa and to lie on the floor. I noticed the white residue of sex trickling down her thighs as she stood over me.

Gary lay on the sofa, his throbbing cock standing proud as Debbie climbed up, placed her feet either side of his legs and lowered onto him. She moaned as she manoeuvred her pussy lips onto his knob, little by little allowing more of him into her, until with a gasp, Debbie plunged onto him losing her virginity. She sat motionless on top of him, letting the pain disappear, while Gary wasted no time exploring her body.

“Oh my god Deb, your body is so sexy. Your boobs are amazing.”

I took a moment to look to my right, at the three remaining partygoers. To my amazement, all three were naked, eyes focussed on the sofa while masturbating. Kim Bagshaw stood on the left. She was five-two, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, medium-sized breasts, very slim and a thick covering of wet blonde pubes. In the middle was Tracey Turton, who’d arrived at the party alone. She was very short, less than five foot, with long brown hair and carried excessive weight. She wasn’t pretty either but could claim a long list of ex-boyfriends, probably attracted by her large breasts. Glen Jennings wasn’t much taller than the two girls, maybe five-four, with shaggy brown hair. He too was a little on the chubby side but was proudly and furiously stroking his cock.

Jacqui squatted, straddling my head facing my feet. The smell of sex was intoxicating as she lowered toward my face. Turning my head, I licked cum off her thighs before focussing on her pussy, licking up and down her lips.

“Try not to cum on the carpet,” Jacqui said amid moans.

There was laughter from the girls before Tracey moved, dropping to her knees in front of Glen and taking his cock in her mouth, bobbing up and down him. With each forward push, she took more of his cock into her mouth and like a pro, soon deep-throated him. It took less than two minutes for Tracey to push him over the edge, Glen groaning and shooting spurt after spurt of cum down her throat.

Debbie started to ride Gary’s cock as he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. She breathed harder and harder as she moved faster up and down. Gary, on his second fuck of the night and heading for a third orgasm, appeared more controlled, letting Debbie ride his cock as he explored her body with his hands. It was not going to be a five minute fuck and a orgasm.

I took my time licking Jacqui’s pussy lips, encouraged by the sound of her moaning and the feel of her grinding against my tongue and mouth. I darted my tongue between her lips, deep into her pussy, tasting Gary’s cum. Jacqui bent forward, placing her mouth on my pussy as I opened my legs invitingly. I felt her lips on my clit, teasing me with soft repeated kisses. With my clit and pussy sensitised by the sex I’d had earlier, each of her kisses sent electric shocks radiating through my body, making me moan while I licked her. Jacqui began to grind her pussy against my mouth as I sucked on her clit. I could feel my pussy throbbing hard and knew I’d be squirting into Jacqui’s mouth very soon, my body reacting involuntarily, attempting to fuck Jacqui’s tongue.

The sounds of sex in the room grew louder with each second, drowning out the music playing on the stereo. I tensed first and started to cum, juices squirting all over Jacqui’s face, but before I could regain my senses, Jacqui too began to orgasm, squirting into my open mouth.

We lay motionless in the sixty-nine position to recover before we sat side-by-side watching Debbie fucking Gary. Debbie had been riding his cock for at least twenty minutes. Visibly she was tiring, moaning with frustration but seemingly not turned on.

Gary continued to explore Debbie’s body, growing in confidence as she fucked him. Encouraged by us all watching, Gary placed his hands on her hips and began moving in and out of Debbie. Within a short while, they found a combined rhythm, fucking together.

“Are you ready for my seed, Deb?”

“Yes, fill me with your cum, Gaz.”

That was all the encouragement he needed, Gary thrust upward, pounding his cock into Debbie as she moaned over and over, "Do it, Gary." Despite his urgency, minutes passed before Gary’s orgasm but, suddenly, he grunted and sent spurt after spurt of cum deep into Debbie’s pussy.

Debbie made sure she took every drop of cum that Gary had to offer before lifting off his shrinking cock. She stood beside Jacqui and I, allowing us to lick the cum as it dribbled from her, moaning while our tongues flicked across her clit. It took less than a minute for us to give Debbie an orgasm.

Jacqui then announced that the party was over. Gary, Tracey, Kim and Glen dressed quickly and offered to help us tidy the debris before they left. We had to sponge down the sofa. It had wet patches, smelling of sex from where we’d cum but, with everybody’s help, we tidied up in fifteen minutes, allowing Jacqui, Debbie and I to go upstairs to bed.

From that day, the night of the party was the only time Debbie had straight sex. But Gary had planted his seed and she gave birth to a daughter. To her deeply religious parents, Debbie had committed the ultimate sin and kicked her out. Not long after, Jacqui and Debbie were married and, most weekends, the three of us would spend time together.