A second, and Kate would me wiping more than a smile from her face. Any moment, and I would feel a hot jet of thick cum flooding into my mouth. I could feel my boyfriends cock pulsing in my throat. The taste of pre-come was filling my mouth. He was holding my pigtails and literally fucking my mouth. She was looking as though she would be sick at any moment and my boyfriend was really getting into his stride - I think in his drunken state he thought he was either a porn star or a cowboy. 11 loads! I really wanted Kate to suffer. Having swallowed earlier, the smell was really putting her off, as was the thought of having to swallow again. The smell was having the reverse effect on Kate. My jaw was aching and I really needed a good fuck. The smell was intense and I was getting really worked up.
9 mouths full of cum, all warm and salty, and 11 soaking wet pussies.
And the presence of a horny me on the end of his dick seemed to have sobered him up. And after swallowing cum - she did not look to be enjoying her second suck. Her own rules stated that the loser was the LAST one to be holding come in her mouth. Kate had finished first, but despite the gargling and showing off, and despite not being fond of the taste of cum (she only ever spits), she'd nearly choked whilst gargling and swallowed the lot. My boyfriend wasn't even hard! Bastard.Īnother 10 minutes passed by and now there were only 4 of us left slurping and sucking, including Kate. 5 minutes into the race 3 of my girlfriends were boastfully gargling their boyfriends cum. But, my boyfriend was absolutely plastered. For being the worst at blowjobs, she would then receive a snowball from each of the other girls.Įven then, I prided myself, as any self respecting girls should, on my ability to give head. When they came, we would hold their cum in our mouths until the last girl finished. We would each fellate our boyfriends at the same time. But there we were, naked, undressed and horny.Īt this point my friend Kate told us about the soggy biscuit game and suggested a race. And an orgy was certainly not something any of us really new much about, or had any interest in. Once all the guests are naked (or not far off), there not many places a party can go.
Inevitably, and some what predictably with a room full of drunk young blokes and horny girls, strip poker saw us all get undressed. Truth or dare in particular was a good fun. Quite quickly the party games took on a riskier tone. As it was my 18th, my mum and step dad had entrusted us to an empty house and had taken my little sister away for the weekend.Īs the drinks we gradually started to lose both our inhibitions and a sense of morality. Not a big party, just my 10 closets girlfriends and there boyfriends, as well as my boyfriend. It was my 18th birthday and my friends all came round to my house for a party. Like any teenager I'd dabbled and experimented with friends and boyfriends. My name is Jenny, and this is the start of my story.