Everyone has that friend whose parties tend to get out of control. One night I attended one such party that ended with people fucking in the middle of the room while others danced in their underwear.

Normally I’d have said “hell no” long before the party took such a wild turn, but something about the guy I was talking to that night intrigued me, so I stayed a little longer to see where the night would go.

It was just a bit of innocent flirting until Jeff and I went into the kitchen to refresh our drinks. He leaned in and reached his arms on either side of me, placing his hands on the counter and caging me in. Though he kept his hips a slight distance from mine, I could still feel his erection nudging my belly.

Then he kissed me. It started with a light brush of his lips over mine and gradually built until we were lost in a tangle of limbs and tongues.

Jeff scooped his hands beneath my ass cheeks, lifting me up until I could wind my legs around his waist. He backed me up against the island again and set my ass down on the counter, never once taking his lips off mine.

While Jeff and I continued our feverish make-out session, someone cleared away all of the liquor bottles that sat behind me on the glossy marble countertop. The tinkling sound of glass hitting glass rang out behind me, reminding me that there were other people in the room. I’d never had sex in front of an audience before, but the slickness and insistent pulse between my thighs told me that was about to change.

Jeff’s hand slipped around my back and found my dress hem. The fabric had ridden up past my hips when Jeff wound my legs around his waist earlier, but it stopped at the dip in my spine that sat just above my ass. He grabbed the clingy spandex, rolling it up my back as his tongue continued to plunder my mouth.

Jeff didn’t stop kissing me until he got the dress pulled up over my breasts. He broke away just long enough to whip it over my head, leaving me completely naked in front of everyone else who lingered in the kitchen.

The apartment’s chilly air caressed my skin, making goose bumps rise. My nipples beaded up, too. Being exposed to the cold made them grow tight. They stood straight up on the tips of my breasts, pointing right at the guy who could soothe their discomfort.

I planted my hands on the countertop and arched my back, thrusting my breasts front and center — right in Jeff’s face. He dipped his head and brushed his cheek over my cleavage, nuzzling my breasts. Then he kissed a path up and over my curve, slowly making his way to my nipple.

When Jeff finally reached the swollen bud, he didn’t immediately draw me into his mouth as I’d hoped. Instead, he peppered me with short, sensual licks, amplifying the sensations already surging through my body.

Groaning, I wound my fingers through Jeff’s hair and pulled him hard to my chest. His warm breath fanned over my skin as he chuckled at my overzealousness. Then he sealed his lips over my nipple and teased the me with his teeth.

How is it possible that fondling my breasts always seems to send echoes of pleasure south? A persistent pulse started up in my pussy, demanding that Jeff turn his attention there next.

Until he did I would have to make do with a bit of good old-fashioned dry-humping. I locked my ankles at Jeff’s back again and pulled our bodies as close as possible.

His slacks rubbed against my pussy, gently rousing the nerves nestled within my flesh. I rocked my hips, shamelessly grinding myself against Jeff’s pelvis. The more I moved, the bigger the bulge in his pants grew. Jeff seemed to like the feel of my pussy stroking his cock through his pants’ thin material. Every time my pussy swept along his shaft, Jeff sucked harder on my tits.

Just when I was beginning to find my rhythm, Jeff lifted his head from my breasts. I opened my mouth to protest, but his hands were already on me, sliding along my torso and my back. He eased my upper body down on the countertop, letting my legs dangle over the side.

Jeff took a step back from the counter. My skin warmed in excitement as his eyes raked over my body. He fumbled with his belt for a beat, keeping his eyes trained on me.

Finally, Jeff’s pants fell to the floor, revealing his thick, hard cock. It bobbed over my pussy, giving my clit a quick tap before Jeff pulled away again. Something sailed through the air over my body, and he reached right up and caught it.

Jeff pinched a condom between his fingers. He gave it a little shake, making the metallic package catch the light and sparkle. Taking the foil between his teeth, Jeff tore the wrapper open.

Jeff slipped the rubber from its package and placed it over the crown of his cock. Slowly, he rolled the condom down. Once he was completely sheathed, he kept his fingers fisted at the base and guided himself to my hole.

Jeff’s flared cockhead eased inside me. He paused for a moment, allowing my walls to stretch to accommodate his girth. Once my muscles relaxed around his shaft, Jeff buried himself to the hilt. 

I scooted my ass forward on the countertop, further impaling myself on Jeff’s cock. It felt so good to be so full.

My whole body buzzed when Jeff moved his hips. He started off slowly, gently rocking into me. Gradually, he increased his speed, driving himself into me harder and faster until every thrust of his hips threatened to send me flying across the marble-topped island.

Little whimpers of pleasure fell from my lips as the slickness continued to grow. I could already feel the tension building inside me — that tight, coiling sensation that starts at your pussy and slowly spreads from one muscle to the next.

Then Jeff pressed his thumb to my clit, and I swear stars burst before my eyes. All the tightness that plagued my muscles mere seconds before melted away as heat radiated from my core.

When I screamed, the sound of my voice echoed off the kitchen walls. It seemed so loud for a room that was filled with people chatting earlier. My eyes fluttered open, focusing on the small crowd of people who’d gathered around the island to watch Jeff and I fuck.

A brave blonde stepped up alongside me. She held up a bottle of wine in offering and purred, “You look thirsty.”

I responded with a nod.

Smiling, the woman leaned forward, causing the neck of her dress to drop and reveal her perky breasts. She tilted the bottle and dribbled the wine over my lips. More wine seemed to drop down my chin than into my mouth. I could feel the cool liquid traveling in rivulets down my neck and onto my chest.

Jeff’s feverish fucking only made the wine drip down my skin even faster. Every time he drove his cock into my depths, my body shook on the countertop, causing the liquid to dribble over every ripple, curve, and crevice.

The blonde dragged her lips and tongue over my neck and chest, drinking up all of the wine. Her mouth closed around my nipple at the same time Jeff’s cock hit my G-spot, making my eyes roll back into my head again.

There is something intoxicating about having two people work together in pursuit of your pleasure. The fact that there was an audience witnessing their endeavor to worship my body made it even better. Their quiet murmurs of appreciation rang in my ears, bringing my desire to a fever pitch.

Though my body was already licked clean of wine, that didn’t stop my pretty female partner from continuing to lick every dip and curve she could reach. Her tongue trailed along the tender underside of one breast, then the other, gently stimulating the sensitive skin.

While her mouth caressed my curves, her fingers found their way to my nipple. She trapped the tight little bud between her fingers, giving it a squeeze right as Jeff’s cock surged deep inside me.

My body writhed against the cold stone countertop. It chilled my heated skin, but somehow that only accentuated the sensations crashing over me in waves.

I wasn’t the only one affected by our fuck session. Jeff grunted through gritted teeth. His fingers curled into the tops of my thighs, holding my body steady while he pounded at my pussy.

My inner muscles started to ripple and twitch over Jeff’s shaft, drawing him even deeper inside. The tighter my grip on Jeff’s cock became, the more he groaned.

Then I came with a scream. My pussy contracted around Jeff’s cock, milking him for all he was worth. My walls spasmed around him, massaging his shaft until his groans gave way to one long, primal growl.

Jeff pistoned his cock into my pussy at breakneck speed. Every time it seemed that my orgasm had reached its peak, he’d drive me up even higher, drawing my pleasure longer than I’d ever thought possible.

Fully devoted to helping Jeff and I both achieve sated bliss, the hot blonde moved away from my breasts and went to stand behind me. She placed her hands on my shoulders, keeping me in place so that Jeff could fuck me unencumbered.

One final pulse inside my pussy sent Jeff right over the edge. The people around us echoed his howl as he came, filling the room with the sounds of unadulterated male pleasure. I loved that sound. It was so good, it inspired a nice little aftershock orgasm that jolted my body.

After Jeff withdrew from my depths, he offered me his hand and helped me sit up. For the first time, I was able to appreciate just how many people were in the room with us. At least 20 smiling faces looked back at me, reminding me that they each knew exactly what I looked and sounded like as my body fell to pieces. Would I do it again? I would, and I have.