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."