I was pretty surprised when just me, my Sis, and one other girl showed up to the house where the party was at. And even more surprised when we were welcomed into the house by an assortment of half-clad men. Some walking around in just boxers!
One of them shouted upstairs, “The girls are here! Come and get it, guys!” and a thundering of footsteps down the staircase began.I started fidgeting with my skirt and my sister elbowed me, hissing, “Cut it out! You’re being SO UNCOOL!”
She didn’t need to worry. The first thing they made us do was strip down to our panties, so I didn’t even have my skirt to rely on. So embarassing! Meanwhile all the guys ditched their clothes too, and pretty soon we were surrounded by nine HUGE nude studs. My heart was beating so fast and my face was flushed bright red.
“Omigod, Kelsey, I thought this was going to be a drinking party!” I whispered desperately to my sister, hoping she’d throw me some kind of lifeline. But she was too busy flirting with the guys.
As they laid down on the couches. And raised their legs in the air.
It almost made me swoon a little. My face felt like it was burning up. I had never seen such a masculine display in all my life, even in locker room (which I despised and avoided to change in one of the restrooms instead.)
Then my Sis and the other girl were settling to their knees. And pressing their faces into the nearest asshole. Kissing. Licking. Tonguing. Mood music playing over wet mouth sounds and manly grunts.
“Hey babe, what’s your name?” said a positively gorgeous man whose giant nuts I couldn’t stop staring at. “Wanna taste them?” He pointed and laughed and the men on either side laughed with him, eyes eating up my mostly naked body.
“Jesus,‘Megan’ don’t be such a wuss!” came my sister’s poisonous voice, “Ugh. My sibling is just a fucking dumb little virgin, guys. Never even kissed a guy before.” The whole room lit up with cat calls and cheers.
“Don’t worry, Meg,” said the same man, “your sister is a real bitch sometimes,”(more laughter), “but I’ll tell you what… how ‘bout I give you your first kiss, honey? I’m real good and puckered up.” He smiled so invitingly I couldn’t resist. I tried to climb up on the couch to kiss his mouth, but he pointed back down at his anus, and my sister, glowering, added, “He means his shithole, brainless.”
So I lowered myself to my knees and slowly brought my face in close. His balls had an incredible, complex manly scent that got up into my sinuses and stayed there. The smell combined with the whole room watching me enough to make my head spin!
My tongue began a nervous foray… and… barely touched his ring. BITTER! BITTER! I wanted to spit. “Nice. Now give me a REALkiss, honey,” he said. “Kiss me like you mean it.” So I pretended his butthole was someone I really wanted to kiss, and I got passionate. It was a little scary to be intimate with someone else like that, but after a while at least the bitter flavor started fading away. Either that or I got used to it. It wasn’t so bad.
So when he started groaning, I got into it. Like I was making out with the hottest guy in the room. (And in a way, I was!) I know people don’t straight-up lick each others faces, but I started doing that, too, because I could tell he liked it. Pretty soon my face was wet and stringy with saliva.
And then I felt his hand on my head. I was relaxing nicely, so I just let him guide my kisses upwards. To those great big smelly balls. I kissed (and at his urging,) took each into my mouth individually and sucked them tenderly. They tasted so delicious! ♥
My tuck had long since completely failed, even with the tape, and my panties were tented up obscenely. The pink fabric was completely soaked in the front.
Looking up, this was my view:
I dove back in to worship his taint and balls again. I’d never felt so alive! “Unnnngggg… Holy shit, Kelsey, your kid sister is a fucking natural.”
“Tommy, that’s my brother, you moron.”
He put his hand down on my head to signal me to stop for a moment. “Now, I know you can be a real bitch, Kels, but seriously? Can’t you treat your own sister with a little more respect? WTF. She’s obviously trans. Such a gorgeous little person.” He paused, running his hand through my hair as I rested my cheek on his thigh. Then he got a toothy grin, “and I think she’s going to give you a run for your money as a nasty little slut, too.”
His words rushed over me like a wave. I felt so good, so appreciated, so… feminine… I just couldn’t help myself. “May I please suck your cock, Tom?” I asked in a small and very hopeful voice, using the phrase I had heard my sister use before.
He laughed then, and not in a mean way. “I think these other guys are gonna get jealous, honey! But I’ll tell you what? How about you start on Scott, here, and I take your virginity, baby? How would you like me to be your first?”
“Wow! Yes, Tom! Omigosh!!” He got up, pulled my panties down and spat a big thick loogie on my pink little pucker, buttering up my hole with is cockhead. My sister just shook her head. “She has, like, no idea…” she muttered under her breath.
