Me and a bunch o[ffff] other drunk girls at a party showed each other our tits and got caught by the guys tonight. And a surprise BJ? [mf]

I just came home from a cookout my best girl friend hosted, and things were great. It was me, her, and two other cute girls. There were also four guys at this cookout. But uh… we’re not exactly normal people, and this wasn’t a normal night.

Like, uh, me sending my best friend’s fuck buddy a picture of my nipples at the beginning of the night to get him hard.

*Just some background detail:*

* My best friend got her nipples pierced three days ago. I got mine done a day after hers. I was going to get a tattoo or my nipples done, then I saw her piercing and geared my choice to the piercing.

* Tonight, she invited me to a cookout at her place and this is the first time not only that I’ve been in her house but also simply seen a lot of these people in a LONG time. I was very to myself during the time I was there, however I did socialize and have a good time and all that.

* I’m 18, none of the girls at this get together were 21+. The oldest was 19.

* I’ve always had a thing for the guy my best friend fucks and he’s always had a thing for me. The bad thing about this is that I had a threesome with the two of them like last year-ish. He’s never fucked me, but I’ve sucked him off… a fair number of times, we’ll say. They constantly “cheat” on each other despite not being together.

Alright.

So there is me, my best friend, and Zara and Starry. We’re all going downstairs away from the guys upstairs to congregate in my best friend’s room. For what reason? To examine each others nipples, of course. All of ours are pierced except for Zara’s, however her tits are simply radiant on their own. She was wearing absolutely skin tight jeans and a white crop top, exposing the bra underneath the fabric. Her height complimented her skinniness, a tall, powerful girl with maddeningly perfect D cups.

Starry is a chubby, short, but petite girl, with pale skin, huge breasts, and a perky ass. Black silk down to her neck and from there an ombre from black to green to the tip of her armpits. Her nose and septum are pierced, but it all comes down to her tits. Her nipples are pale. Her piercings aren’t perfect, but I wanted so badly to play with them. When she’s drunk she’s loud and loves to talk about her sex life, the things she’s into, and how much she’s drank tonight (“wow, four bottles of twisted tea!”).

Bre, my best friend, is 5’5″, thick, thoroughly tan, and has no gag reflex. I’ve known her since kindergarten, and we generally went down the road of extreme fetishism together as kids (unknowingly at the time) discussing things in elementary and middle school that we looked back on as adults with avid, kinky sex lives and go “wow, we were fucked kids.” Her ass is huge and her tits are too, but I’ve never found her to be the most sexually appealing in my standards. She’s eaten me out twice and pushed my head down on her fuck buddy’s dick, slapping my ass and telling me I’m a whore. I’d take a bullet for this girl.

And then there’s me. I’m 5’3″, full figured, b cup, pale, in a see through white shirt to accent my piercings and sexy red workout shorts that barely cover my ass. My hair is shaved into a pixie cut with blonde curls on top, just enough to grab and pull. I know how good I look and I walk with it, I make sure everyone knows it. However, at the time, I didn’t know just how many people would be looking. I stood right beside the door in full view, the first thing they would see coming down the stairs…

We all lift our shirts, examining each others tits in her bedroom, when I turn and say “did someone just come down the stairs?” The noise stops. I look, then disregard it and go back to what we were doing. Another noise comes from near the stairs within a minute. I turn around and see a face in the crack of her doorway and we all go “HEY!” and chase after them. Three of four men run up the stairs at once, one tripping, but all of them with true motive to get the fuck out of the way.
They’re laughing, exclaiming “why weren’t we invited?!” and “can we join too?” as we girls scold them and yell … however while we all stand down at the bottom of the stairs, my nipples are solid. My skin is awake, my shirt is sensitive against my skin and the cold air of the house feels like wispy finger touches.

It turns me on so much to know that those three guys saw me standing there, baring myself, my figure, my body. They saw me as I am. The whore I want to be. I wished almost I had been alone, to experience all of the joking ridicule and flattery for myself. I hid this from the girls, but inside of me it stirred and kicked and begged to be noticed that I was so mercilessly horny. What I wouldn’t give to just walk around them naked entirely, let them touch me and use me as they wanted. It drove me insane that these girls were so offended.

We all went back outside to continue drinking, and from there on, the conversation was normal, except with sexual twists from the head of the conversation and most talkative male of the group, Ian. Ian made a comment the first day I met him that he wanted to double penetrate me with another one of the guys who were at the cookout tonight, and, well, I still think about that a lot. I find Ian to be relentlessly sexy, but I’m not sure he’s ever known this.

There are only three guys outside for the rest of the night. The fourth retreated inside and didn’t come out, still in the house when I left. I had multiple flings with this guy, attracted by his enormous cock and sweetheart personality, until I realized he simply sucked at fucking and I was doing all the work.

The night crawls on and I excuse myself to get home on time, walking back to the front of the house to collect my stuff and leave. I’m tipsy. The shirt I wear does me no favors as my nipples poke deviously forward through it, advertising to anyone who looks at me that I’m deeply aroused at the moment. I can’t stop thinking about them fantasizing about my breasts, sneaking to look at me and these other girls. As I put everything in my bag, Bre’s fuck buddy James comes up to me, the two of us standing alone.

James is the first and only person to have ever made me cum within seconds of touching me. I met him when she did, however our relationship has been a mixture of friendship and secrecy ever since then. Technically he chose to be with her instead of me a long time ago, but he still messages me like it’s the first time he’s seen me bend over in jeans. I’ve been a disgustingly naughty girl with him; sending him pictures and dirty messages, touching his cock around her, sucking him off with her in the same house. He’s the ultimate challenge to me, the one person I’ve always wanted to fuck the hell out of me, but never gotten that far with.

We hadn’t seen each other for a very long time until I showed up tonight. We communicated over Twitter. I would send him nudes and desperate messages behind my best friend’s back. I would get wet from being ignored. I would get wet from the littlest things he said. I soaked myself to the thought of him pounding my insides so hard I couldn’t breathe.

He approached me and said he loved the picture of my tits. That he got just a little hard when he looked at it.

I looked behind him to see if anybody was around and asked him if he wanted to see them again. I didn’t wait for a response before I lifted my shirt, my tits in front of his face, him staring down at them. My voice cracked when I asked him if he wanted to touch them.

He did. My body lit up as his cold fingers traced the skin across my breast in the dim light.

I threw the rest of my stuff in my bag and closed it, looking at him and turning to walk out. I felt brave in how horny I was. I was so desperate for more from him. “Is there anything else you wanna do to me before I leave? While we’re alone?”

“Oh I really want you to suck my cock.”

How my knees wobbled and my skin raised. I wanted this so badly. Knots grew in my stomach and I simply obeyed my instincts, getting on my knees as he pulled his jeans open. Lips already parted, I took his cock in my mouth and moaned simply out of the pleasure of pleasing him in this way.

His hands wrapped around my head as I worked on his cock, taking control, fucking my mouth and then forcing himself deeper. As his cock pounded into my throat I gagged, but I smiled and slurped and swallowed, tears welling up in my eyes. Servicing his magnificent dick was all I wanted. Hearing him moan my name and tell me how good I took his length only made me more determined. I had spit running out of the side of my mouth and tears running down my face as my pussy only grew more and more wet, wanting so fucking badly for him to play.

I worked his cock up and down, deepthroating and licking and jerking until he shot such a sweet sticky load in my mouth I wanted to cum myself. I wished for him to pick me up and fuck me now, plowing me from behind like a hoe he doesn’t give a fuck about, choking me, slapping me, filling me up as he thrusted into me. Oh, I swallowed his cum and I sucked until he was dry, milking every last drop of his delicious seed until he couldn’t give me more. I needed his cum like I needed oxygen.

He pulled away from me and placed his cock back in his pants, telling me we should do this more often, telling me to get home safe. I walked out with spit covered lips and wet eyes, my shorts soaked down to my thighs in my wetness as I rode off, thinking about how it felt to be some other girl’s guy’s cum socket. How it felt to be a toy for sexual use.

In other news, I had a great night tonight, and now I’m off to think about how to get James’s cock in my mouth again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/53az89/me_and_a_bunch_offff_other_drunk_girls_at_a_party