How this girl learned to party

I guess I could never claim to have been a nice little girl. I began fucking when I was boy. That was when I was allowed to go on my first date, and it only took my boyfriend a couple weeks to get into me. To be honest, I wanted it before that. I knew all about it, as what kid in the last twenty years doesn’t, and even on the first date I thought that getting screwed was the point of it all. And I had a great time for two years. I had a great sex life, all with the same guy, and the world was good to us. Then I got pregnant, and reality set in. We were married quickly, that being the norm in my community. We were only 16 and 18, but with family support, our tight-lipped mothers reckoned we could make a good home for the grandchild.

And that would have been that, except a month after the wedding, before I was even showing, I miscarried, and now we were an under aged married couple without a lot of family support, the black sheep of two families. But we loved each other, and after a bit we moved out to the coast, far from our past. Ernie got work, showed promise, and was soon doing quite well. I worked too, and we were happy and contented. We were still young, and the world was before us, and we felt we could take on all comers together.

We didn’t socialize much at that time. We still had to rent in a doubtful neighbourhood, and our neighbours weren’t even people you care to acknowledge on the street. It was a big day when we were able to buy a decrepit old bungalow in a campy part of town and leave that behind. The neighbours here were friendly, but we still kept to ourselves mostly. We were still only 18 and 20 and most of them were at least ten years older than that. But our story begins with one of our neighbours and a party.

Ernie had got friendly with a John from two doors down, and his wife Janine seemed nice, so we began seeing them for bbq’s and the odd backyard beer. Janine suggested one day that we might enjoy meeting some friends of theirs who were having a party. The friends had been told about us, and Janine had been told to extend the invitation. The address was in a much better part of town, so we thought it might be a good idea, and might even be fun. We were a long way out of the party scene, in fact had never experienced it. We went from shagging teenagers to penniless young newlyweds and missed all that . So we went without a clue to what a party might entail.

I was warned by Janine that I would face advances, but not to take them seriously. They were more of a compliment than anything else. Maybe an odd feel, a stolen kiss even. Ernie and I agreed we could live with that. Sounded just like parties we saw in the movies. Just harmless fun and games. We went ready to enter into the spirit of the evening.

We loved the crowd right off. Laid back, unpretentious, but classy in a way that didn’t think about class. I never had the feeling we were not accepted at face value. I was having a wonderful time, dancing, having drinks brought to me. We were a lot younger than most, so I had a lot of attention poured my way, and I loved it. So when at the end of a dance my partner pulled me close and kissed me, I was pleased and proud of myself, and kissed him right back. It was such a nice kiss. He was thirty five or so, and quite good looking, and I didn’t mind that he ground my tits into his chest a bit. I was starting to love partying.

Nothing more happened for quite a while. I saw Ernie often, and he was having as much fun as I was. He had won the attention of the hostess who loved the way he jived the old sixties way and was monopolizing him. He was Okay with that. She was still a gorgeous woman at forty and was as lively as we were. So I didn’t worry about him when I was led out to the deck by my last partner, the same guy who had first kissed me. He kissed me again, this time even more thoroughly, and I loved it. It was too much fun to be wrong, and what danger could there be? We were soon not so much kissing as necking, but his tongue was nice, and he made no move to touch me except on my bum, which I thought must be all right.

Then we were joined by another couple, and it turned out to be John, my neighbour, with a lady I had seen dancing with Ernie earlier. They too were smooching, so that really made the scene all right.
“Hi, Joanie, I see you’ve met Steve,” John’s voice cut in just as we broke another kiss. I smiled at him, my head on Steve’s chest, so proud to have my party credentials recognized. “Steve, that’s my neighbour that just kissed you.”

“And what a kisser she is. I swear she’s giving me ideas. You must have kissed her. Isn’t she something?” Steve held me at arms length and I glowed in his enthusiasm.
“Can a neighbour find out what Steve is talking about?” asked John. Steve nodded when I looked at him and John pulled me close while Steve did the same with the other lady. John if anything was even a nicer kisser, and I felt a bit wicked as I felt my tongue drawn into his mouth as if it had a mind of its own. I could feel that John had a bit of a boner against my tummy, and I thought that must be a pretty hot lady he was with. Then we were kissing again and now it was John I was necking with instead of Steve, but he was having fun too, so it was no problem
Then a mosquito landed on me just in the middle of a really deep kiss, and I just had to slap it..
“Cooling off, “ I heard Steve say, “Bring the sweety in, John, before she gets eaten. Lets go down to the party room.”

I had no idea of what he meant by the party room, but it had to be Okay if him and Joyce were coming with us. I even revelled in all the new things I was learning about having fun. On the way Ernie caught me and asked if I was okay and I told him we were going down to the party room. I wondered why John looked away, like he knew nothing of it. Anyway, Ernie was relieved to see me having a good time, because he was having one too, and now he didn’t have to worry about me. I became aware that I had two arms around me as I went down, and wondered where Joyce had gone, but I knew I was in good hands, and I was ready for more of the same.

John sat me on a huge sectional in a very dark room, and Steve sat on the other side. We were almost laying down, and when John pulled me close, he grabbed my bum and really ground his boner into me. It was very sexy and fun. Then Steve turned me to do the same thing, and I thought what a neat way to make a lady feel welcome. John was Okay with this, because he was still rubbing my back while Steve and I kissed, and then he was kissing my neck and ear, and I was blown away!!. Steve had a boner now too, and I was proud and excited that I could turn on two guys like that. I kissed one then the other, each kiss becoming more frantic.

Once as I was turning to kiss the other, thinking how I could make this the best one yet, Steve held my leg back, and draped it over his, and John draped my other leg over his. Then John kissed me, and Steve pulled off my spaghetti strap and kissed my tit. I gasped into John’s mouth, and he chuckled into mine, and then I was liking the new game. Even as I was kissing him, John freed the other tit and began caressing it. I was not as streamlined then as I am now, but I was young and solid, and I liked that these men with their pretty wives should like my tits. I was very hot. I even thought momentarily that if anyone proposed a fuck I would go for it, but then I thought, No, this is just a party.

So the exchange kept up, one kissing and the other sucking a nipple. By now I was wanting more, and I wasn’t surprised to feel a hand on my crotch. I was sorry that I had put on panty hose, because I wanted these guys to feel my smooth skin. It was my neighbour John who left my side to go to my feet and free me of the panty hose, and I giggled to think that he had taken the panties with them. I wondered if he knew of his mistake. But then quickly both legs were on his shoulders, and my pussy was in his mouth. My mouth was glued to Steve’s and I screamed an orgasm into him. Ernie and I did oral sex, and loved it, and I wondered if I might be stepping over the line here, but I was beyond actually stopping anything. If anything, I wondered if I had shown my naivete by letting myself have an orgasm just playing around at a party. Steve stood up, and I thought he might be leaving john and I alone, but a minute later John stopped eating me and Steve was between my legs, and I thought maybe he was going to eat me too, then I felt my legs being spread around his hips and as I held my breath, he found my opening, and drove his cock into me, and we were fucking.

The next orgasm came as soon as the realization hit that I wasn’t playing at a party but fucking at a party. As I heaved and panted and moaned and writhed, John returned to nibble my nipples and several other delicious places. I could hear another woman making sex noises, and I knew what the party room meant. I hoped that Ernie wouldn’t catch me, then knew he wouldn’t unless he was on a similar mission..Then I hoped he was, and would find me. I was so high, I was starting to cum again, and I was working very hard to make it good for Steve, and hoped John didn’t mind being left out and hoped he would find a nice lady to fuck too. Then Steve was having a huge orgasm. I could feel him building up for a minute, then every bit of his body convulsed, and he was pounding into me madly, then at the top he could only tremble and press into me while I rocked madly to help him along. Then he was laughing in my ear as he gave the final few strokes and he returned to sanity.

I was close to cumming again, and I didn’t want him to stop, and I tried to keep him humping, but he suddenly pulled out, and left me empty and not wanting to be. The quickly I wasn’t . I felt the exchange to bodies, knew I had more fucking coming, and was glad that it was John. I almost clawed at his cock to bring it to my cunt, and it quickly filled the void. It was very squishy, and John’s cock was even hotter than Steve’s , the orgasm that I had ben stranded with I could feel returning. John’s balls were shaved, and with Steve’s cum running down my bum, he was making loud clapping sounds with every stroke, and we both laughed at that, but he didn’t stop. I was building slowly and I tried not to hurry it. I just grooved on the feel of my neighbours cock fucking me, and wanted him to keep fucking me for a long time. Then I couldn’t control myself, and I was frantically fucking and bucking and laughing and screaming and so happy to feel his cum spurting into me and hoping that he was as high as me. Sometime later I felt him slip out and I just lay where I was sprawled, a happy little smile on my face.

I felt someone over me, and felt a cock slide in, but I was over the hill, and, while it felt nice, I knew there was not another cum in me. Still, I was willing to take another load of cum, as long as whoever it was appreciated the merchandise.

“I don’t think the girl has any more fuck left in her,” I heard Steve say softly.
“Good,” said Ernie, “I don’t think I have either. This is a fun party room.”
“Steve,” I heard John say, “This is Joanie’s husband Ernie. No need to shake hands right now.” added quickly as Ernie shifted his weight to free his hand.
I smiled dreamily up at my man, his cock still in me, but still.
“Wow, Joanie, I knew you were a hot babe, but nobody is this hot.”

I’m glad John and Janine had driven us over, because neither of us was fit to drive home. It was only midnight, but it had been a power packed couple hours. It was Saturday the next day and we thought how neat it was we had two recovery days. We still felt we needed it. We talked of what would happen if I got pregnant. I was off the pill, because we had been talking of trying for another baby. It hadn’t happened, but Ernie promised that if I did he wouldn’t even try to find whose sperm it was, it would be his kid. I just loved him so much for that. Neither of us had ever fucked anyone else, or ever thought we might. Now, I had fucked two, including a friend and neighbour. Ernie had fucked only the hostess, but she was insatiable for this stud half her age, and he had been blown away by what a great fuck she still was. We have a good laugh at that memory, now we’re forty, and we’re just starting to get good , really good, in bed.

Later in the day, we were feeling quite spritely. A bit of coffee, feet up rest, but mainly just the memory of the night gave us randy thoughts, and it was me who invited Ernie to finish what he couldn’t finish the night before. Wouldn’t you know it, just as we got up to head for the bedroom, the bell rang, and John and Janine were enquiring how we had enjoyed the party.
“I really enjoyed John,” I coyly told Janine, “ I hope he told you about us.”
“He didn’t have to, I was in the vicinity. I guess you were too tied up to notice a flash or two?” Janine passed me a couple print outs, on photo paper, no less.

I gasped at the frankness on the paper. The best one showed me and John, one leg over the back of the couch, and other off the front, spread wide open, John’s cock at the top of the backstroke and ready to be rammed home again. I felt myself getting warm, centred in my crotch. I was feeling positively perky now. I smiled at Janine over the top of the photo.
“Its not really cool to take pictures like that, and it isn’t why I had the camera in my pocket, but you were just such a perfect couple in the middle of a perfect fuck.” Janine was apologetic.
“Our house is small, but we do have a kingsize. I was just going to fuck Ernie. Would you like to fuck him instead? He’s such a sweetheart and he deserves a hot lady like you.”

Janine raised her eyebrows at her husband, “We’ve never done this except at parties. Is it Okay?”
John had opened my robe by this time, and was ogling my naked body, “I can’t see a thing wrong with it.
We watched as Janine approached Ernie shyly, then quickly peeled her sweater over her head, poking her very nice little tis at him. “And I have a camera, too. Okay?”
Janine couldn’t answer right then, but John thought it would be Okay.