Back in the day, all the real action seemed to take place at house parties. My group of mates called them “gatherings”, I think this was to ward off anyone at school thinking they were open-house free-for-alls but, honestly, we were not cool enough for anyone else to care.
These nights were pretty innocent in the grand scheme of things but Bex’s parties were often a different story, at least in my experience.
The hostess herself was (still is!) a great laugh and knew how to let loose and enjoy herself. Her parties were always horny affairs with people breaking off into bedrooms on the regular. Gossip and intrigue was rife. To add spice to it, she and I had chemistry and would have fun on and off without ever pinning it down.
Whenever it came to her parties I was always horny and it was often she and I causing a commotion… but not this time. This night, though, is memorable for another partygoer. I’ll call her RS.
RS was a real pocket rocket; a blonde in a very petite frame who had some impressively big tits, especially given the size of her. She must have been 5 ft on the nose, no more. She had long curly hair and a tight arse. I was and still am a boob man. Her tits weren’t a patch on Bex’s rack but that night RS and I seemed to just zone in on each other in the way that horny drunk people seem to. Initially at least, her tits were the star of the show.
I can’t remember how it started but I distinctly remember being sat on the sofa in the living room, everyone gathered around watching a film (clearly not a lively party) and she sat between my legs and on the floor. It was a low sofa and she and I were flirting, touching each other’s bodies whilst watching the film, trying to hide our antics from the rest.
I decided to take the plunge and moved my hands over the top of her breasts, across her collarbone and cleavage. I felt her breath quicken and she started to stroke my thigh. I took this as encouragement and started working my way down inside her low cut, V-neck top. Her cleavage was impressive. Again, for her frame she was packing a real pair and those tits were fighting each other for space to the extent they were bulging out of her top. I dug for gold in that canyon.
She had a bra on and as I lowered my hands further, I slipped them under her bra and brushed over her nipples. They were already rock hard in anticipation. They were so much bigger than I was expecting, long and standing proud. I gently rolled them between my thumb and forefingers, tweaking them slightly and pulling them away from her body very gently. All of the signs told me she was loving it; by now her hand was going crazy reaching further up my thigh, she was borderline panting and we were both fighting to hide our excitement.
With everyone around us there was no opportunity for anything more. But then the film ended, it was late and everyone staying over started to pick their sleeping spots. She and I grabbed some blankets and set up alongside each other on the floor of the living room. Frustratingly, so did about six other friends who grabbed the sofas or curled up in a corner.
She and I headed into the hallway and basically snogged each other’s faces off. I pulled her tits out of her top and we both frantically looked for somewhere to continue in private. All rooms and beds were taken and she grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the living room. There were drunken snores in the darkness and we fumbled our way to our makeshift bed on the floor.
We continued to make out and I couldn’t hide my hard-on any longer. I was wearing a pair of loose bottoms and no underwear. RS rubbed my dick up and down through the trousers. A wet patch grew and grew from the precum as she wanked me through the fabric. The tent in my trousers was ridiculous at this point and my dick was straining against the material. I pulled the trousers down and my dick snapped back as it was released. I remember it loudly slapped against my stomach but luckily no one stirred in the room. She grabbed my cock and began to wank it up and down in long slow strokes. We continued to make out and I carried on my earlier work of playing with her tits. It was almost pitch black in the room so I never got to see those puppies in their full glory but they felt amazing, soft pillows with bolt-hard nipples.
I was selfish and didn’t venture anywhere near her pussy which was both a missed opportunity and a dick move on my part. But she kept jerking me until the magic moment arrived. Unprompted by me, she shifted her body weight and propped herself up with a pillow so that she could wrap both her hands around my dick. It clearly wasn’t a comfortable position for her but she used one hand to pump my cock and the other to change up between pumping the shaft and massaging the head. The precum was a river at this stage and I knew I wasn’t going to last. As my breathing quickened, so did the urgency of her hands. She moved her tight fists up and down my dick in tandem as my bellend swelled, my dick started to pulse and my balls contracted. The noise was unavoidable; an unmistakeable fapping sound. I have no idea how no one woke up but I remember fighting back any moans. Only my breathing and those wet wanking sounds could have given us away. Luckily, our boozed-up friends snoozed through the show.
RS pumped and pumped until my dick started to pulse and spurt, droplets of cum fired out at first, followed by rope after rope of thick sperm-filled spaff. It fired all over the blankets, covering her hands as she continued milking me for all she could get. I was so horny that night. Doing it in secret with everyone around us just made it hotter. I kept on cumming and, credit to her, she didn’t stop until she was sure I was finished.
With the tension released I found the lure of sleep too great. We cleaned up as best we could in the darkness, kissed some more and then each drifted off.
The next morning, our secret was safe.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eim6yy/house_party_doublehander_mf