Its amazing how one simple question can force you to analyze your life.
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Still, the question intrigued me. My friends and co-workers certainly knew me as a party animal. I was always game for going out clubbing till sunrise, doing the odd line, all the usual stuff you'd expect from a waitress working in Cape Town. Life is easy in this city, if you have the right job. For me though, partying meant much more than just going out and getting wasted. It meant that I absolutely had to get shagged. Up until fairly recently, this wasn't a problem. I'd always been in a series of steady relationships since high school.
The last one ended badly though, and it's almost a year since I've been in a relationship with a guy. I made a decision to broaden my horizons, try new things. So far, I've had a couple of memorable experiences, and found that I quite like getting intimate with women. Also, I was in a threesome with a girlfriend of mine, and some random guy we met. Now, threesomes are nothing new these days.
In fact, I kinda avoided the whole group sex scene on purpose, mostly because it was just too 'fashionable' over the last decade. Seriously though, I'm attractive enough to be desirable to most swinging couples in my age group. I consider myself to be a good catch. At the age of 26, I'm taller than average, weighing 120 pounds, and I have a fairly good body that I maintain with daily jogging and recreational rock climbing on the weekends. I have fair skin and light auburn hair, along with blue eyes, which are really quite striking.
So, back to the concept of partying: I was talking about our little threesome with Beth Weinstein, reminiscing about how amazing it all felt, and how I felt that I'd accomplished a goal in my sexual development. That's when she said: “Jen, honey, you need more guys in the mix. You don't know what a threesome really is, until you you've had at least two cocks inside you at once.”
Now, I was sure she had a good point there, but I had my reservations about being a receptacle for multiple pork swords. As with most things in life, early experiences tend to influence you the most. If your parents gave you shit-tasting vegetables when you were little, you probably ended up disliking vegetables when you become an adult.
The first significant penis-related incident occurred during Grade 8, when I started High School. My older brother was a senior, and very involved in sports and other after-school activities — me, not so much. I liked running in the forest, but wasn't into team sports. I did things like archery and body boarding on the weekends. As a result, I used to come home before him on school days.
For about a year, I used to sneak into my brother's room, to steal his girly mags. At first, I just enjoyed looking at all the naked, fully-developed women, comparing their curves to my tall, lean frame. As time went by, I got more interested in the harder stuff, and enjoyed looking at pictorials with couples. It wasn’t long before I discovered my brother's folder of porn movies on his hard drive.
My brother, James, was almost always home late, so I used the late afternoon privacy in the house to do my porn missions. I used to get away with my illicit fun at least three times a week, and I was fairly confident that I wouldn't be caught out.
One particular Thursday afternoon, I got home early, as usual. James was usually at the local gym until 6pm on Thursdays. My parents were never home before 7pm from their furniture factory, so I reckoned I was safe. My brother's computer was always on, and he was lazy about using difficult passwords and security measures. Besides, my parents were technophobes, so he didn't have to worry about them snooping. I went upstairs, put my case in my room and got changed. I wore tracksuit pants and a long T-shirt. The pants were loose, and the black material was fairly thick. I always wore these for my clandestine masturbation sessions. They provided easy access to my pussy, and they hid the evidence of my fooling around, in case I got interrupted.
I went into his room, sat down in front of the computer and moved the mouse to turn the screen on. I logged on using his password that was written on sticker, attached to the side of his PC. Like I said, James wasn't all that security-conscious.
I navigated through his movie folder, into a sub folder named ‘Special’. This was where he stashed all his porn flicks, ranging from short free samples from websites, to DVD rips he got from his friends at school. I selected a movie with a college sorority theme and turned down the speakers, so I could hear if the phone rang, or if someone was downstairs at the front door. After about five minutes, I was really absorbed in the movie. The scenario looked like a lot of fun: two sorority sisters were discussing their favorite masturbation techniques, and they decided to demonstrate those techniques to each other.
I had my fingers on my nipples, and I could feel the first tingling sensations in my pussy, when I heard what sounded like the front door being opened. I sat upright, paused the movie and listening intently for the sound of keys or footsteps. Maybe James is home early, I thought to myself. I heard voices. James was having a conversation with someone, and they were in the house already!
I panicked. I couldn't just slip away to my room. I needed to shut down the media player software and open search windows. I clicked on the little red 'x' in the upper right corner of the movie window. The visuals grayed out, but the program did not close immediately. 'Program not responding' was the message. “Shit!” I cursed softly, while opening the task manager and manually shutting down the program. James and his visitor were already on their way up the stairs.
I logged out and switched the screen off. By then they were at the top of the stairs. I had no way of getting out from his room to mine, undetected. I really, really did not want to be caught out and embarrassed in front of one of his friends. I dashed across the room and hid myself in the large closet.
I didn't dare close the door to the closet, in case they heard the locking mechanism click shut. I sat in the darkness of the closet, peering out through the crack in the doorway, hoping that James wouldn't stash his gear in the closet immediately — he was untidy and usually just left his bags and stuff lying around for days.
I was in luck. He casually tossed his gym bag next to his bed. He had two friends with him, a guy named Trevor, from his school cricket team. Trevor visited fairly often over the weekends for informal practice at the nearby sports grounds. There was also some other boy I didn't know. They all three stashed their bags next to the desk. Jackets and shoes were taken off, and ended up on the floor. Trevor and the mystery guy lay sat on the bed, resting up against the headboard, while James closed the door, securing it with a chain latch. My parents didn't believe in using proper locks for the bedroom doors, but we had those chain latches for safety and privacy. I groaned silently, knowing that I was trapped in the damn closet for the duration of the visit. I hoped that it would be over quickly, since my long legs were starting to cramp already.
James fiddled around with the computer and turned up the speaker volume. Dammit, I thought, they're going to watch a movie. The prospect of spending at least ninety minutes in the closet was not appealing. On the plus side, I had a decent view of the computer screen and could see most of the bed from my vantage point. I sat still in resignation and waited for the movie title to appear. I hoped it wasn't going to be a comedy — I didn't want to choke myself while suppressing laughter. I'm a big fan of comedies, and my brother and I had similar taste in movies.
The screen went black and James joined his friends on the bed. A familiar logo appeared on the screen, and at first I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Then there was a montage of women in their early twenties getting screwed by well-built black guys sporting gang tattoos. Scenes of facial cumshots, deepthroating and double penetration flashed on the screen, accompanied by a hip-hop soundtrack.
Well, fuck my life I thought, as the first absurd scenario started playing out on the screen. A young woman with big boobs and long flowing blonde hair, was unable to pay her car repair bill, and she was trying to negotiate alternative arrangements. Cue half a dozen big sweaty African Americans, with all sorts of proposals, mostly involving cock insertion. As the chance of being discovered got lower and lower, I got over my nerves and jitters. The porn movie wasn't the kind I usually watched, but the sheer energy and enthusiasm the 'actress' had, was quite amazing. I didn't care if she was faking her pleasure or not, the sight of those large, thick cocks penetrating all three of her orifices, was having an effect on me.
I decided to try and enjoy myself. There was nothing more I could do to avoid discovery. Either they would find me after the movie, or I'd get a chance to escape when they went downstairs. My nipples were already little granite bumps, sticking up proudly on my mostly flat chest. I caressed them with my left hand and adjusted my position to allow my right hand into my pants. I had to lean forward slightly to get onto my knees. As I did so, I peered towards the bed, where the boys were sitting.
The sight nearly caused me to bump my head against the door in surprise. All three of them had their hands down their pants. The situation had just graduated from fucked-up to super fucked-up on my personal scale.
To my horror, things started escalating. As the hardcore fucking continued on the screen, James and his friends grew bolder. Trevor was the first to drop his shorts and have his penis completely exposed. James followed his lead, but chose to remove his clothing completely. My parents are basically modern-day hippies — financially successful, but still had the free-thinking norms of the 60's. As a result, we were used to family nudity, it was never an issue to skinny dip together, or for my brother and I to share baths and stuff when we were younger.
That being sad, I had not seen him naked for a good couple of years. He was quite athletic and he shaved a lot of his body hair off for cycling and swimming training. It appeared that his shaving extended to his pubic area — even though he was 16, he had perfectly smooth balls and no hair around the base of his penis.
I couldn't help but stare at my own brother's masturbation session. I'm not attracted to him, or anything weird, it just so strange seeing someone I'd spent my whole life around — whacking off like that. He pulled his foreskin back, and his dark pink cock head bulged. It was so hard, that I could make out the reflection of the computer screen on the shiny, stretched skin.
“Come on Chris, you getting left behind here!” said Trevor. The other guy was a little reluctant still, but after a bit of coaxing, he pulled his cock out too. Pretty soon, all three of them were stroking away at their cocks, like it was the most natural thing in the world to do among friends. I was strangely turned on by the scene. My pussy was damp with clear, sticky goo. I gently put one finger inside myself, lubricating it, so I could rub my small, sensitive clitoris with it. The boys were increasing their pace, wanking their cocks faster and faster.
Chris kicked off his boxers, and was naked from the waist down. “This is so fucking good!” he exclaimed, “Just imagine what it would feel like getting that bitch to jerk you off.”
“I'd cum in seconds,” laughed Trevor, “Fuck, I'd probably insta-cum if one of you guys jerked me off.”
“Seriously?” asked Chris.
“Fuck, go for it, I dare you,” said James.
“Do it! I'm almost ready to blow,” said Trevor, as he took his hand off his cock and angled himself towards Chris.
Clearly, Chris was super-horny and caught up in the moment. Without hesitation he gripped the other boy's stiff shaft and rapidly moved his hand up and down the length of it. Trevor's cock got slightly bigger, and harder. Then his balls contracted. A split second later, his cock convulsed and he bucked his hips as a load of cum shot out. It was over in three quick bursts. Chris's hand was covered in sticky white splooge. He didn't bother wiping it away; instead he used that hand to work on his own pulsing, smaller cock. He came in seconds, his cum landing on his belly, combined with the mess from Trevor's orgasm.
I watched in fascination as my brother leaned against the wall with his shoulder, his waist angled forward, his cock jutting up starkly, like a fat, curved banana. He was as aroused as he could get, his penis had no trace of softness. The skin was all stretched, veins bulging. Without warning, James spurted thick, white tendrils of cum. Hi cum shot upwards, before being deposited on his shaft, thighs and belly. I bit my bottom lip as a pushed my fingers harder against my clit, before climaxing silently in the darkness of the closet.
Suffering from post-orgasm regret, or embarrassment, the boys awkwardly cleaned themselves up, wiping cum off their bodies, and soaking up the blobs on the bed covers with tissues and towels. They got dressed really quickly and didn't talk much. Trevor and Chris picked up their bags, and James walked with them out of the room. I listened as they all three went downstairs. I didn't know if James was leaving the house as well, so I took my chance to escape from his room. I stumbled out of the closet, the circulation not yet restored to my legs.
I limped to my bedroom, pulling the door closed as quickly and quietly as I could, and climbed straight into my bed, pretending to be asleep. James did not come back upstairs until after my parents were home. I spent two hours coming to terms with what I'd seen, and decided to shelve the whole experience in some secluded part of my memory, never to be dealt with again.
Incidentally, James ended up getting a girlfriend later that year, and to the best of my knowledge, did not continue to indulge in slightly odd circle jerk sessions with his friends.
I came to the conclusion that boys were most definitely strange creatures, and that it was probably not a good idea to get a bunch of them naked together. These views persisted into my adult life, not just because of the incident with James, but also due to the following sordid tale.
It was two years later, at age 15, that I had my first real boyfriend. We'd gotten physically involved, but I had not been all the way with him yet. Where I went to school, fifteen was an average age for girls to lose their virginity. I went out with Andrew, a guy in my class at the fancy-ass private college my parents enrolled me in. They offered tuition from Grade 10 to Grade 12, and guaranteed good results, mainly because they forced us to do homework at school. This is way different to the government school system, but the college had a 100 % pass rate for Matric, so I guess it worked.
By then, I was no stranger to the mysterious workings of the male sexual organ. After two months of being with Andrew, I had mastered the art of summoning a stiff cock, just by using my fingertips, and I had the ability to make it fire on command, using both oral and digital methods. I was getting used to the feel of warm sperm on my hands, my thighs, and even my boobs. I was also OK with leaving it on my skin to dry, as long as it was far away from my pussy.
Just before the mid-year exams, we were invited to a party at Alice Wessel's place. Her parents were gone for the long weekend, to their holiday house in Plettenberg Bay. Alice lived in Upper Constantia, next to a wine estate. The other side of the property bordered the huge Table Mountain Nature Reserve. The nearest neighbors were a half a mile away, so we could pump up the music as loud as we liked.
Her parents had permanent security guards at the entrance to the house, so there were no unwanted guests. This was around the time that many kids' parties were being gate crashed by friends-of-friends and gangster kids, looking to steal, sell drugs, or just cause trouble. Mobile phones had altered the way teenagers interacted, and most upper-middle class kids had new cars by the time they turned 18. This was way different to what was considered 'normal' as little as a decade before.
Anyway, about a hundred kids were there, basically most of the Grade 10 class, and some older kids from the senior grades. Music pumped from the huge Bose speakers, stacked outside on the patio, next to the pool. Colorful LED lights lit up the garden and the pool, changing colors in synchronized sequences.
The thing with socializing with these kids, was that we all came from money, so wearing expensive clothing, having the latest cell phone and getting large amounts of disposable income, was nothing special. In order to get noticed, and stand out from everyone else, many kids behaved like jerks, or did incredibly stupid things just for attention — which brings me to the incident involving 27 cocks.
Samantha Glass was one of the spoiled rich kids. She was not particularly bright, nor talented, and even though she was attractive enough, people just weren't all that interested in her. To make matters worse, she had zero dress sense, always wearing clothing that didn't match, or that did the wrong things for her figure. She just didn't present herself well at all. Instead of cultivating a personality, or getting good at something, she chose instead to be as trashy as possible.
Her family was really rich, so she rebelled by dressing like she came from a trailer park. Instead of bringing her juice to school in a regular sports bottle, she used a Jack Daniels bottle. Stupid stuff like that. Samantha was jealous of Alice, due to her popularity, and because guys found her very attractive. Granted, Alice was hot: tall, blonde and pretty, with large green eyes. She was a dancer, so she had an incredible physique. I'm sure most of the girls in my grade were slightly envious of her. Samantha's master plan that night was to focus attention on herself, away from the host of the party.
We had a log fire going next to the outdoor pizza oven, on the patio. There were a bunch of us standing around the flames, drinking beers and spirit coolers. 'Alcopops' were all the rage back then for teen girls. They were potent in alcohol content, yet flavored enough so as not to taste like crap. For many, this was a recipe for disaster.
Whether she was just fueled by copious amounts of sweet fizzy booze beverages, or just being her usual fucked-up self, I will never know, but Samantha sauntered over to the fire and started blabbing on about the party from the weekend before. “You guys, wasn't it awesome at Jean's party, when Kyle and that goth chick from Obs College got it on in front of everyone? Fuck, so many guys watching had boners,” she said.
“Damn, that was pretty skanky, but kinda hot at the same time,” said Sue, a girl from my English class.
I'd heard about the incident. Apparently Kyle and this crazy goth girl had sex in the lounge, while other kids were watching. They were sniffing poppers (amyl nitrate) before hand, and were already getting quite hot and heavy on the sofa, before the goth chick ended up riding his cock right there, without worrying about onlookers.
“I'll bet that if that girl wanted to, she could have fucked a lot of those guys who were watching,” said Samantha. “What about stage fright?” chirped Andrew, “it's one thing watching someone else fuck and getting an erection, but not all guys can keep their boners with a whole bunch of people standing around.”
I raised an eyebrow and asked him: “Since when are you such an expert on group sex?”
“I just read a lot,” he replied, grinning. Read a lot of Hustler articles, I thought to myself.
Samantha went on to say: “I'm sure, that if I offered to give any guy here a blowjob, he'd be willing to get sucked in front of everyone. In fact, I'm convinced I can get a whole bunch of guys involved here.”
“Maybe even all of them,” she said, winking at Andrew.
This just pissed me off royally, and I blurted out: “Jeez, stop talking shit, Sam, there's like no damn way you will ever do something that absurd.”
“The fuck I won't… you want to dare me?” she challenged.
“Go for it,” I replied, “Let's see just how many boys will want to lower their standards tonight.”
This was exactly the response she was after. People were already taking notice of the conversation, since I was getting annoyed with her, and I didn't exactly keep my voice down. The raunchy exchange had caught the attention of one of the senior boys at the party. He was on the Provincial Water Polo squad, and was known for his sexual promiscuity and forwardness with girls in the school. He'd been drinking quite heavily that night, making him even more of a lout than usual.
“Hey, I'm willing,” he said, while whipping out his large, limp penis, “just not so sure about the 'able' part.” Samantha took her cue, and dropped to her knees on the lawn. She started stroking his shaft and flicking her tongue around the purplish-pink head of the circumcised cock. Not having any joy, she reached into his pants and carefully moved his testicles out from his open fly. She loosened his belt and licked his balls, before inserting them in her mouth, one testicle at a time. She continued working his shaft, and soon his cock started stiffening up.
By then, there was a tiny crowd surrounding the outdoor fireplace. More and more kids heard about what was going on, and pretty soon people at the back of the crowd were standing on chairs, to get a better view. Andrew and I had ringside seats, so to speak. I didn't want to make a scene by pushing through the crowd of people, dragging Andrew with me. I just sat there, fuming, while Andrew watched the live-action porn scene play out a couple of feet away from us.
As much as I disliked the girl, Samantha's cock-sucking skills were admirable. She used a lot of saliva, both to lubricate the large cock that was thrusting in her mouth, and to make those wet slurping sounds. She really played with her spit, making it thick and sticky, so it looked like cum. The technique worked and it was long before guy shot a massive load in her mouth.
Like a brazen whore, she took off her tight top, exposing her large, tanned breasts beneath. She did not swallow the sperm; instead she let it run out of her mouth, down her chin and onto her boobs. This spectacle was enough to convince many of the guys who were sporting boners in their pants, to get sucked by Samantha.
Within minutes, there was a whole queue of guys, with their pants around their ankles, stroking their hard cocks, while Sam sucked them off in series. She didn't bother rinsing her mouth out between cumshots, and the male participants were too eager to fuck her face than worry about getting another guy's sperm on their dicks.
Samantha sucked relentlessly, and within half an hour, she'd sucked 27 different cocks, with most the guys climaxing in her mouth, and others squirting their hot white goo over her breasts or face.
Alice was not impressed with the turn of events, and barged through the circle of onlookers, armed with a garden hose. “Since you're quite done with your display, you'll need to get cleaned up before you dare to leave the patio,” she said, before releasing the trigger and drenching Sam with a high pressure jet of water.
Sam shrieked at the cold blast of water, but knew that she needed to get clean. “Don't even think of jumping into my heated pool, you psycho bitch,” hissed Alice, as she stood between Samantha and the edge of the pool.
Alice carried on blasting away with the hose, until the housekeeper showed up with a bucket of water and detergent, a mop and a towel. “I want all this fucking baby batter cleaned up NOW! There is no fucking way you're leaving tonight before the paving is absolutely fucking spotless!”
Samantha wrapped herself up in the warm, soft towel and reluctantly got to work cleaning up the bricks, while the housekeeper stood by and gave instructions. Alice walked away, smiling, and turned up the volume on the sound system.
I sort of felt bad for Sam, but also knew she'd brought it on herself. The guys who were involved in the incident went away from it with their reputations intact. Samantha was not so fortunate. For the rest of her time in high school with us, she was associated with the events of that night. It's kind of complimentary being labeled as a 'blowjob queen' when your boyfriend describes you like that. Not so much when you got you title the way Samantha did.
What happened at Alice's party put a bit of a damper on my sexual development: I wasn't sure about going all the way, even just with my boyfriend. I was even questioning my compatibility with guys in general, and I started getting a little curious about girls. Not that I did anything about these lesbian tendencies. Well, not until much later at least.
As I got older, and more experienced, I got over my initial “not sure if want” feelings about penises. I still had my reservations about getting involved with more than one guy at a time though. My views on this changed, but that only happened years later.
It happened quite suddenly, just over a year ago. My brother James was involved in the construction industry, and he'd picked up a contract via some friends, to build timber houses along the beachfront of the coastal town of Vilanculos, in Mozambique. He was in Cape Town getting a construction crew together. It was quite a specialist project, for a British client, and he needed people he could trust to work with him.
Money wasn't an issue for the client, but the house had to be constructed in such a way, that it could withstand the onslaught of the intense tropical storms that periodically struck the region. All the furniture and decor had been custom designed by James and my dad, and was going to be constructed using local materials and timber. It was kind of a big deal job for James, his first real solo housing project. He'd spent the last seven years working for a company, gaining experience and expertise, before starting his own business.
Because his previous job entailed working all over the country, we hardly got to see each other. He phoned me on the first Saturday of the month, wanting to meet up for lunch in a cafe in Green Point, on the Main Road. The suburb was one of our old haunts. He used to take me out with his friends when I was sixteen. Of course, club owners didn't bother checking the identity documents of girls. They just needed to look as though they're 18. After spending entire nights dancing away in the club district, we would have breakfast at one of the many restaurants and cafes in the area.
I took Beth with me to meet James for lunch that day. They seemed to click instantly, and we had a pleasant time catching up on events from the last couple of years. James ordered a round of beers and revealed the true intention of the meeting.
“I want you to come up with us, spend a week in Valinculos. You'll really dig it there. It's awesomely laid back,” he said.
I wasn't expecting anything like this and was speechless. “You can bring Beth with, you two will have fun,” added James.
“I would be delighted to join you there,” said Beth. She nudged me hard in the ribs, saying: “And Jennifer simply cannot refuse your offer.” She was positively beaming. I thought about it for second, and decided to go along with the plan. Why not, I thought, I was content enough, but stuck in a routine of working, going out and spending my off time in a drunken haze. A change would do me a whole lot of good. Besides, I didn't have the heart to disappoint Beth.
James spent the next fortnight arranging supplies, materials and manpower. He purchased two Toyota Landcruisers, each one equipped with a large trailer. He'd recruited a plumber and an electrician as the newest members of his core building team. Two of the guys drove the vehicles up to Johannesburg, while the rest of us went by plane. We met up at Lanseria Airport, and started our five day drive to Valinculos. If it wasn't for the vehicles and goods, we'd have flown to the recently upgraded Valinculos International Airport. Before 2011, it could only handle small charter aircraft, which are pretty expensive to book.
The trip was rough. The roads were in bad condition, and there sections of dry swamp that didn't even have roads. After battling heat, cramped conditions and sleeping in tents, we were overjoyed when we reached the town of Valinculos. Calling it a town is a stretch, considering the lack of infrastructure. There were no municipal buildings, supermarkets or chain stores. Goods were all sold by locals from small stalls at various open-air markets. A couple of restaurants and resorts owned by foreigners provided small points of civilization, including aircon and internet access via WiFi. Even with the mild inconvenience, the place was paradise in comparison to the cities and towns we'd journeyed through, including Johannesburg. What a dump that place has become.
We spent the next couple of days exploring and sightseeing. James, Beth and I stayed in a semi-completed house, along with five of the construction company guys. All the guys were in their late 20's, to early 30's. Beth and I spent the day wandering around the sandy white beaches, buying food and relaxing in the sun. The men went to sleep early in evenings, so that they could get as much done as possible in the early part of the day, before the heat and humidity made labor unpleasant. James promised to take the weekend off, and arranged for booze to be delivered for Saturday night.
Everyone in the house was getting time off that weekend, and we had a beach party, complete with a massive bonfire and music. James ran his sound system from an inverter, hooked up to one of the Land Cruisers. The house we stayed in wasn't fully complete; it was basically just the shell, no furniture or even main power. The plumbing was installed at least, but no hot water. We ran the lights and appliances from a diesel generator. They were in the process of installing solar cells, which would charge up enough to run the basics in the house, with the generator as back-up. As with most African countries, electricity was something of a luxury.
Beth and I cooked crabs that we'd bought that afternoon from some local fishermen, along with rice and veggies done in an iron pot over coals. We were quite well-organized with our fire, having one section for cooking, and the other section we kept burning for light and atmosphere.
By the time the sun went down, we'd all had a fair amount to drink and things were getting a little wild. Beth was pulling the moves on my brother, and I could see exactly where this was heading. Not that I had any negative feelings over that. I loved both James and my best friend, and they seemed to enjoy themselves together.
I was dancing with the tradesmen. I'd spent more than a week without getting laid, and I had a couple of ideas on how to end my dry patch. Two of the carpenters were Afrikaans guys from Cape Town, the electrician and the plumber were from Port Elizabeth, and they were both English, and the roofing guy — Pierre — was from the northern suburbs in Cape Town. He was quite interesting: he spoke without an accent, even though he was colored, and he had lots of tattoos. I quite like people who don't fit the mold.
Beth stepped up the party by suggesting we go skinny-dipping in the sea. There weren't neighbors around us, so we could do so in privacy. The moon was full and the tide was coming in as we ran towards the water's edge, hastily removing whatever clothing we had on. The water was deliciously refreshing, but not cold. In fact, because it was the dry season, the evening air got quite chilly. We didn't notice it because of the huge fire we had going. The sudden change in temperature got my nipples hard.
I was feeling rather randy, due to all the body contact I was having with the well-muscled men around me. Beth stepped up her seduction campaign by wrapping herself around James. She has an amazing figure: huge double-D breasts, full hips and very good muscle-tone. She used to be in the Israeli Defense Force, before she came back to Cape Town to study law. Her voluptuous body was having an effect on James. I could see he had a boner. This prompted him to keep his waist below water. It wasn't just him being affected. I noticed that most of the guys had semi-erect cocks, and they weren't all focusing their attention on the spectacle that Beth was providing.
I had a striking figure too, but it was much leaner and harder than Beth's. I have B-cups, and the rock climbing keeps me in tone, especially my legs and arms. Many of my female friends had mid-20's pudginess. All those years of excess when they were teenagers caught up with them. Then there was the complacency that comes with steady relationships. I'd been single for fairly long time by then, so I was always looking good, just in case I found the right someone. The tall roofing guy, Pierre, seemed very interested in me. He tackled me a couple of times in the surf. My body responded to his touch, and my mind was made up: I absolutely had to shag him that night.
Although playing around in the water was vast amounts of fun, the cold air was getting to me. I suggested we make our way back to the bonfire. The others agreed, and it was Beth who said we should keep our clothing off while we sat around the fire. Everyone was a little horny, I'm sure, and there were no objections to the plan. The guys knew that at least two of them would be getting lucky that night.
We collected the discarded clothing, and put it in a pile inside the lounge of the beach house. James and I got some glasses, ice and Amarula Cream. We wanted to chill for bit, not get blind drunk. Beth went upstairs to get something from her bag. She joined us a couple of minutes later at the fire, carrying her traveling weed kit. She'd brought with some compressed Swazi Gold. I poured drinks while she rolled a huge joint. As planned, we were all naked, sitting around the fire, chatting and enjoying the calming effect of the strong, rich marijuana.
Beth got up and entertained the guys with a solo dance routine. I moved across to my brother and lay next to him. Weed always forces me to become quite introspective. I held his hand and lay there, looking up at the magnificent starlit sky.
“You were right, James, this trip has been wonderful,” I said to him. “We haven't spent any quality time together, for many years now.”
“You got that right,” he said, “I can't even remember the last time we saw each other naked. I think it was during the summer before you went to high school.”
“Well, to be honest, I've seen you naked more recently than that,” I said, glancing sideways to see his reaction. He had a puzzled look. He knew that we'd gotten too self-conscious about our bodies when were teenagers, to gallivant in the nude in the pool and around the house. He got especially shy when my boobs showed their first signs of developing, and I got my first visible hairs on my pussy.
He laughed: “I suppose you saw me getting changed after showering, or something like that?”
“Something like that,” I replied, “maybe something more.”
“Since we're being all honest about stuff from that long ago, I have to admit that I used to peek through the open bathroom window when you were showering, after you got your boobies,” he said, grinning.
“Oh really?” I said, not fazed by this revelation. “How about that time you and Trevor came to the house with — what was that kid's name again — Chris?” This got his attention. “I was home. In fact, I was hiding in your room, while you three were watching porn and whacking off. I've seen you cum. Beat that."
He was speechless for a little while. Eventually he said: “Did you enjoy watching us?”
I admitted it was weird, but a big turn on, and that I'd rubbed myself to a climax in his closet. We discussed it a little further, and hatched a plan for the night's proceedings, laying down some ground rules for ourselves.
“Okay, so whatever happens tonight, we're cool, right?” he asked. “We're cool,” I answered, then added: “anything goes, but we aren't crossing the line, you won't be inside me at any point.”
As I said this, I leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips, while gently brushing my hand against his half-erect penis. He was taken by surprise, and his cock responded to the suggestion of taboo I'd made. It took just seconds to go completely stiff. There was no hiding it while he was lying down. I pushed down on his shoulder, pinning him to the ground. I called out to Beth: “Hey, Beth honey, James has an incurable condition; I think he needs your expert attention.”
She gracefully walked over to our side of the fire, with all eyes on her and on my brother's obvious state of arousal. I don't think anyone cared if I had a part in getting him that excited, or if it was just Beth's seductive dancing. Beth wasted no time, and lowered herself on his prone body, rubbing her big tits over his chest, and letting his eager mouth engulf her large, hard nipples. She had her ass in the air. The light from the fire highlighted thin, sparkly tendrils of girl goo that dripped lazily from her smooth, wet pussy.
I stepped up the action, by gently using two fingers to spread her pussy lips, allowing her glistening cunt hole to be seen by the five naked men, clustered together at the other side of the fire. I fingered Beth's pussy, and spread her moistness around her clit and labia. She sat upright, getting ready to lower herself onto the hard cock. I grabbed it, wanking it with fast strokes.
A thrill coursed through my entire body, and I could feel a sensation deep inside me, spreading outwards from my belly to my boobs, and my wet pussy. It was intense, and it felt like there was a strong magnetic force field around my midsection. My clitoris was tingling in anticipation for a man's touch. I so badly wanted large, slightly rough fingers probing my small tight pussy.
I stood up, legs apart and angled my hips forward. I spread my pussy lips apart, beckoning for a cock to fill it. “I don't care if I fuck you guys one at time, or all at once, but I'm doing the lot of you,” I said. It was almost like I wasn't actually saying the works, like I was just watching myself say and do these things from a distance.
There was no hesitation, all five guys came forward, eager to get fucked, sucked and to fill me with their hard cocks. Despite my overwhelming desire for cock, and the need to push myself to new limits, I insisted they all wear condoms; as my favorite saying goes: “This is Africa.” Yeah, I know the racial demographics of AIDS infections in my own country, and we were all in the low-risk group, but I didn't want to expose myself to unnecessary risk for one night's fun.
With five cocks all wrapped up, and the last of my sensible side out of the way for the night, I proceeded to suck the nearest cock. It belonged to Pierre, and I was glad to have him inside me first. I got into a rhythm, before jerking off the two Afrikaans guys (Lubner and Gerrit) at the same time, while sucking Pierre's huge, fat cock. Grant, the sparky, was also eager to get his cock sucked by me. He dangled his long cock in front of my face. I started alternating between sucking Grant and Pierre, while maintaining the hand jobs I was giving. This took quite a bit of coordination, but I could handle it.
The odd guy out, until then, was the plumber, Bret. He amused himself with just stroking his cock slowly while watching us. He then got bolder, and went behind me, fingering my wet cunt, and probing its opening with his jutting tool. I glanced back and nodded to him, my mouth too full of cock to use words. My unspoken consent was given, and I had to steady myself, as his cock traveled the depths of my moist vulva. I pushed back against his pubic bone, feeling his large balls swing against my ass.
As he started thrusting inside me, I responded by slowly lowering myself to my knees. Bret ended up underneath me, as I rode him in reverse-cowgirl position. I had difficulty keeping up with the handjobs, so I simply sucked the four guys in sequence, keeping them hard and happy, until they too got their chance to penetrate my wet fuck hole.
I moved onto all fours, on my knees, submitting my cunt for domination by all five men. I felt multiple fingers pushing inside me at once, from different guys. My tits were being groped, violently and gently, depending on which hands were on them. My nipples were on fire, as they were tweaked, stretched and rubbed.
All the time, there was a cock in my pussy, and a cock in my mouth. I was being fucked hard, too hard to keep my balance on one hand. I ceased trying to give handjobs at this stage.
“I need more cock inside me!” I commanded. I felt my ass cheeks being spread open, and a finger exploring the rim of my anus. I looked back and saw it was Pierre. “Slowly,” I said, “I'll tell you if hurts too much.”
I relaxed my sphincter muscles as best I could. Despite the excitement, I had a kind of calmness inside me. I tapped into this internal quietness, and prevented the automatic tightening of my asshole, as Pierre's swollen cock head poked into it. He took his time, just like I'd asked, and eventually he was inside me, my ass taking the full length his massive cock. Bret stood next to Pierre, and managed to squeeze his cock into my gaping pussy. They alternated their thrusts, and I had both of them fucking me from behind.
At the same time, I had Lubner's cock in my mouth. I could feel his cock throbbing with the first stage of orgasm. I released it from my mouth, and managed to tear the thin membrane of the condom with my teeth. Thick wads of herbal, slightly salty-tasting cum hit me in the mouth and on my face, as they shot from his pulsing cock. Gerrit couldn't hold his orgasm back, and he slid his condom off, before shooting his load on my face. I could feel Bret shooting his load inside me, nicely contained in the condom. He pulled his cock out and emptied the load of sperm onto my back.
I just had Grant and Pierre left to satisfy, so I said: “I want both your cocks in my pussy, think you two can handle that?”
Grant lay on the ground, and I mounted his cock, facing away from him. It was Pierre's eyes I wanted to look into, while I was getting fucked deep and hard. Grant's cock slid effortlessly into my soaking wet pussy. I'd been close to cumming many times during the marathon fuck session, but each time I was denied by the constant change in pace of stimulation and varying techniques the guys used. Besides, I wanted to keep my pleasure until the very end.
Pierre rubbed my clit, making sure my pussy was as lubed up as it could get, before slowly inserting his huge fat cock in me. I'd done it! Two cocks inside the same hole. I'd experimented alone with anal insertion, using a dildo. I knew my ass was too tight to try anything more than one cock in there. My pussy, well, that's designed to stretch, so I was more than willing to get two cocks in there.
With their cocks rubbing together in the tight confines of my warm, wet cunt hole, their thrusting did not go on for long, before Grant had his orgasm. His penis popped out, and he pulled the condom off, squirting blobs of cum into the air. Pierre followed soon after. He pulled out, tore the condom and jerked off, inches from my wide open mouth. I licked his shaft and balls, tasting the residue of my pussy, my ass and some of Grant's cum that shot onto Pierre's balls when he climaxed.
Pierre's big cock did not disappoint me, as he pumped a massive load from it, all over my face. It pulsed three times, leaving a sticky white mess trailing from my mouth to my breasts. In all the action, I'd lost track of Beth and James. They were still busy at the other side of the fire.
As I approached, they switched positions to missionary. I knew that even though it was a vanilla position, Beth seemed to climax easier like that. She wrapped her legs around James, and groaned as she came.
“Let him cum on your face,” I said. “I want him to cum on both our faces.” James pulled out and stood up. Beth knelt next to me, and we both looked up at James, and his hard, naked cock, as he jerked away at it. I rubbed my swollen pussy lips and clitoris with expert fingers, timing my own orgasm to coincide with my brother.
Waves of pleasure built up inside me, then crashed in a mind-blowing orgasm. Tears rolled down my face as my pussy throbbed and its walls contracted. Hot cum landed in my open mouth, and also on Beth's massive tits. She kissed me, sucking his sperm from my open lips. She played with the blob of cum, drawing it out of her mouth, then letting it fall onto her tits. We all three collapsed, limbs tangled, tongues eagerly in each other’s mouths.
We were lost in a haze of weed, exhaustion and fulfillment. We fell asleep next to the fire, our bodies entwined.
I woke at the first light of dawn. It was freezing, the fire had burned down to coals, but someone had thoughtfully provided us with warm blankets. I left Beth and James in the love nest, and dashed to the house, to get dressed.
Pierre was awake. He had my outfit neatly folded on the couch nest to him, and hot water in a pot on the gas stove, for coffee. He made two cups of instant coffee while I got dressed, and we spent the breaking dawn together on the balcony, in comfortable silence.
A week later, Beth and I were back in Cape Town. Despite the intensity of the sexual experience of that night, all the participants were seemingly okay with it. Work went on as usual on Monday, and James and I behaved like regular siblings.
Yes, I’m a lot closer to him now, but we aren’t lovers or anything bizarre like that. What we did that night, was just an extension of the mutual curiosity and sexual tension we shared as teenagers. I promised to make an effort to see him more often in the future, even if it involved more traveling. Beth wasn’t smitten by him, well not yet I suppose, but she was keen on hooking up with him again.
I decided to document my experiences, to keep it all in perspective. I finished today, then logged into Facebook. I added Pierre as a contact, and looked at the post on my Wall again.
Does Jennifer Hult like to party?
Indeed I do.