Bukkake Party

It all started when I and my boyfriend at that time (Andrew) got an invitation to an end-of-term party at a student house not too far from where I was living. It was one of those big old family houses in South London that are too big for most people these days, so they get bought up as investments and rented out to students ? which sounds a crazy idea to me, but I guess there?s always a steady stream of them looking for somewhere to live for a few years, and we?re not all complete slobs. Anyway, this place had a bit of a reputation as a ?party house? (I felt sorry for the people who lived next door) but it was semi-detached, and had a long garden at the back which was great for summer barbecues. There was always plenty to eat and drink and lots of good music. This time, me and Andrew arrived in good time, and started off with a bottle of red wine in the front room where the sound system had been set up. This was great to start with, and we lounged about listening to the music, but soon more people began to roll up and it started to get uncomfortably loud and crowded. We migrated to the kitchen (always a good move), and spent some time nibbling, drinking and chatting. It was a nice warm evening, and I was dressed in a short, low-cut, skinny-fit, sleeveless t-shirt. I had enhanced the effect of the tight fit by leaving my bra off, using the argument that it always got hot and sweaty at parties, which made a bra uncomfortable. Andrew wasn?t too happy, but he couldn?t argue with the comfort angle, since he didn?t have to wear one. I could see why he might get a bit jealous if too many guys (and girls!) ogled my boobs, but then again he knew that sort of attention always got me horny, so he?d end up getting a good fuck at the end of the evening. I?d also got on a rather short denim skirt, flared at the bottom, which only just covered the tops of my thighs. My legs were bare, and underneath I had on a pair of very brief panties to complete the ensemble. Warm weather always makes me feel horny, and in the mood to wear something sexy, which in turn makes me even hornier. Because the house I was living in was only a short walk away, both Andrew and I knew that he?d end up spending the night with me, so there was already a sexual tension between us, knowing that we would be fucking before the night was out. After a while the kitchen started to get crowded too (don?t they always?), so we decided to look for somewhere a bit quieter. We put our heads round the door of the front room again, but were met by a wave of hot sweaty air and noise, coming from a group of happy drunken people all trying to dance and shout incoherently at each other at the same time. ?I need to sit down,? I shouted in Andrew?s ear. ?It?s too noisy in there. Where?s the room with the telly?? As usual, most of the chairs and the sofa from the big front room had been dragged into the second, smaller, reception room to make more room for dancing. The TV and DVD player had been set up in the corner, with a pile of favourite films on the floor. The lights were out, and about half-a-dozen people were half-heartedly watching ?Withnail and I?, most of them using it more as a chance to grab a rest from the music that could still be heard thumping away in the background. Luckily, just as Andrew and I arrived a couple got up from the sofa, so we were able to get it to ourselves. Two friends of ours, Julie and Richard, were snuggled into a chair nearby, and I smiled at them as we sat down. Then a couple of other people came in. There was some slightly drunken whispering; I didn?t recognise the voices, but a girl appeared to be trying to stop her male companion from doing something. But he clearly wasn?t going to take no for an answer, and suddenly a large body loomed up in front of the television and started fiddling with the DVD player. ?You must have all seen ankara travesti this before,? it said. ?Do you mind if I put something else on?? One voice was raised in protest, but most people didn?t seem too bothered. There was the usual hiatus as the disc loaded up, and then some slightly fuzzy jaunty band music accompanied shots of a group of cheerleaders bouncing up and down. The title ?Debbie Does Dallas? flashed up across the screen. This met with a mixed reaction. A couple of boozed-up male voices raised a cheer, and a female one said that she wasn?t going to watch this sort of sexist smut, and banged out of the room. I groaned. ?Oh god, not one of those soft-core porno jobs,? I whispered. ?Do you really want to stay and watch this?? ?Oh, it?s all pretty harmless,? said Andrew. ?I saw some of this at Bob?s last year. Let?s just stay for a bit. At least we can sit down in here, and we don?t have to watch it.? ?Ok,? I said with a smile, ?I suppose I?d better indulge your male fantasies for a bit,? and snuggled up to him as the cheerleaders bounced back into the changing room. To start with, the film proceeded pretty harmlessly. The cheerleaders undressed in the changing room, with plenty of views of bare bums and hairy bushes, along with a few brief shots of soapy tits in the showers. After a short sequence in which they applied for jobs, there were more tit shots in the changing room. The girls were all rather pretty in a natural sort of way, and actually looked like a normal bunch of American high-school girls, rather than a line-up of raddled porno actresses in fancy dress. Andrew put his arm around my shoulder, and stroked my arm gently. I made a contented purring sort of noise, and made myself more comfortable, tucking my legs up on the settee and resting my own arm on Andrew?s chest. To be honest, I was planning to grab a short nap, to refresh myself before going back to the music and drink. I closed my eyes and let the soundtrack of the film lull me off to sleep. I think I must have dozed off for a few minutes, before something woke me up. I opened my eyes, and saw that in the film a group of men had joined two of the girls in the showers. Suddenly the camera showed one of the girls sucking enthusiastically on a man?s erect penis. That was a surprise ? you don?t usually get that in soft-core porn films! There were further stirrings of interest among the watching audience: perhaps some of them had known what to expect. There was a bit of concerned whispering as well, and the door behind us opened and closed once, so presumably someone had decided that enough was enough, but generally the audience seemed well pleased with what was on offer. ?I thought you said this was soft!? I whispered to Andrew. ?This wasn?t the version I saw,? he protested. ?That was just a lot of tits and bums jiggling around; nothing like this!? I looked at him sceptically. ?Honest, it?s true!? he whispered. ?Look, do you want to leave?? I think he was a bit surprised when instead I snuggled up a bit closer. ?No, it?s ok,? I said. ?It?s all quite sweet really. I don?t think I?ve ever seen a hairy bush on screen before.? Now, Andrew and I had never sat down together and watched any hard-core porn. Obviously, I?d seen a fair bit on the net, and I dare say he?d seen an awful lot more (being a man), but our relationship had been active and enthusiastic enough not to need any external stimulation. So he may have been a bit surprised that I was happy to sit and watch it. I?d heard of ?Debbie Does Dallas? as some sort of porno classic, and so far I was enjoying the old-fashioned, natural, style. By this time the film was showing a very large cock pumping in and out of a tight hairy pussy. As the cock thrust in and out, I began to feel a bit aroused. Perhaps Andrew was nervous about making the first move, so I took my hand from his ankara travestileri arm and rested it on his groin. Gently I began to stroke the gentle bulge of his penis, which had so far remained fairly soft despite the events on-screen. My gentle pressure was all it took to get it going, though, and soon it was engorged with blood and beginning to strain against his jeans. I smiled at him in my best mock-innocent way. ?Hmm, you are a big boy,? I said playfully. ?As if you didn?t know,? he replied, letting his left arm slide across my chest to rest on my left breast. He began gently to knead it, feeling the nipple stiffen under his touch. ?Mmm, that?s nice,? I whispered encouragingly, and nestled closer against him. One of the girls on screen was now being fucked by one guy, while sucking another?s erect cock. I heard a giggle from nearby, and saw that Richard had gone a bit further than Andrew, undoing a couple of buttons on Julie?s low-cut blouse and inserting his hand inside her bra. As I watched, he pushed one of the cups to one side, and her bare tit just popped out. He began to stroke it, tweaking at one of her nipples, and I saw it getting hard and aroused. She was clearly enjoying this, and had her hand between his legs, massaging his erect cock through his trousers. Andrew continued to play gently with my left breast. My stiff nipple was very obvious through my shirt. I was a bit surprised at how much I was turned on by the film. Although my right hand was still stroking his erection through his trousers, with my left I had lifted up the front of my short skirt to reveal my panties. I lightly ran my hand over my crotch, stimulating my clitoris through the cotton. As I fingered my pussy, pressing my finger into the valley between my labia, I felt a patch of moisture appear on the crotch of my pants. ?God, I?m wet already,? I thought to myself, ?This is really turning me on.? The film now switched to a girl named Roberta, who was supposed to be working in a candle shop (even I could see where this plot device was going). She was wearing some very short shorts and a lacy top with (naturally) no bra, which she wore so loose that when she bent over towards the camera her bare little titties were clearly on show. She then spoke to her boyfriend on the phone, pulling down one side of her top to allow her to rub her exposed breast. She then sat in her chair, pulled down her shorts and unbuttoned the front of her panties (do they do buttons on panties these days?), and began to rub her pussy. As she fondled her clitoris she got even more aroused, and she selected a long red candle from a convenient pile in front of her, which she slipped inside her vagina and began to thrust in and out. I was getting even more turned on by Roberta?s obvious enjoyment. I slowly pulled open the top of my own panties and slipped my hand inside, over the bulge of my pudenda and my dark neat bush, to cup my pussy. Even now I could feel the heat from my wet vagina, and almost without thinking I slipped my forefinger between my labia into the moist interior. I gasped as this sent a tingle of pleasure through my whole body. Momentarily, I felt a flush of embarrassment, and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Oh dear; Julie certainly had. She was looking straight at me, and gave a bright grin as our eyes met. She was now sitting on the chair with her legs apart, her panties on the floor beside her and her skirt up around her waist, although I couldn?t see her pussy because Richard was kneeling on the floor in front of her with his head between her legs, licking vigorously at her. Julie?s blouse was now fully unbuttoned and her bra had been pushed right up off her breasts; as she watched my hand slowly frigging myself inside my panties, she squeezed at her nipples, while encouraging Richard to suck at her clitoris. Meanwhile, travesti ankara on the screen, Roberta had been caught in the act of masturbation by the woman who ran the candle shop, but who seemed more interested in undressing her than in telling her off. The scenes of Roberta?s embarrassment were amusing, but I began to feel more aroused when the woman?s husband arrived and began to fuck Roberta while his wife watched and masturbated herself. Meanwhile (and not before time) Andrew seemed to be ready to go a bit further. His hand slid down over my top and pulled it up, revealing my bare tummy. He stroked this for a few seconds, then, when I didn?t protest, he pulled it up further. I leant forward to let him pull it right up. Moving his hand round, he pushed it under my top. The bottom curves of my small breasts began to peep out as he cupped the bare flesh of my right tit and its very erect nipple. It felt amazing. ?Don?t stop,? I whispered, thrusting my chest against his hand, ?keep going.? Engulfed in my own pleasure, I rubbed harder at Andrew?s cock through his trousers. As quickly as he could, he released my breast and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Without hesitation, my hand was back at his crotch, pushing down his briefs to release his erection. It sprang out, hard and upright. I grabbed it and began to pump it up and down, feeling it get even more erect. The film now showed two more of the girls, in just shorts and t-shirts, braless, washing a man?s car. They soon ended up soaking wet, their young breasts clearly visible under their wet tops. The owner of the car came home and invited then into his house to dry off. Inside, they shyly removed first their tops, then their shorts, before allowing him to caress their naked bodies on the sofa. Kissing soon turned to sucking at their pussies, nibbling their labia and sucking on their clits. Soon he was naked too, fucking one girl in the arse, before the other girl wanked him off over her friend?s arse cheeks. The scene ended with the girl licking his cum off her friend?s back. Andrew had pushed my top further up and off my bare breasts. This felt good, and I wanted to go further. I didn?t care that I was in a room of people; I could see other bare flesh; we weren?t the only ones getting on with it. ?Go on, pull it right off,? I whispered. I raised my arms and Andrew pulled my shirt right off, leaving me topless. I knew that I wanted ? no, needed - Andrew to fuck me hard, then and there on the settee. I kicked off my shoes, then raised my bum off the seat and managed to drag my panties down over my buttocks, wriggling my legs as I pulled them down my thighs, over my knees and off first one leg then the other, letting them drop onto the carpet. I could feel the leather sofa cushion warm against my bare bum; there was already a small damp patch where my vaginal juices had run out as I frigged myself. While I undressed, Andrew stripped off his own shirt. I was now almost completely naked on the sofa, just my tiny skirt pushed up around my waist, my pussy wet and ready. I rolled over onto Andrew and kissed him hard and deep, pushing my tongue into his mouth, our two tongues sucking in unison. The feeling of his warm body against mine was so sensuous. I tugged at his jeans, trying to get them off, and he lifted up his bum to let me pull them further down. Dragging them over his cheeks, I paused to squeeze his buttocks, briefly inserting one finger into his hole. I turned round to face the screen, getting into a reverse cowgirl position, nestling back against Andrew?s groin, his cock nudging at my buttocks. It was exciting watching the screen where another girl, demure in skirt and blouse, was sucking off her boyfriend in the library. Andrew put his arms around me, running his hands over my bare tits and tummy. Spooned together like this, we adjusted our positions to let his cock come between my legs from behind, nuzzling against my pussy. I reached down between my thighs and took hold of it, guiding its tip towards the entrance to my vagina, wriggling myself into the right position.