Foreword to all that care. This is after all a fiction. The nicknames in this story have all specifically granted me permission to write a narrative including them in it. There really is a Stories and Authors room in the chat part of Literotica. But we all know that it is a "Virtual Place" (no one actually met). The author assumes no responsibility for any social transmitted diseases or unwanted pregnancies following this event hehe.
It was Friday night, and of course naturally everyone was online instead of going out to the bar for some reason. Of course it's not 7 at night on Friday eeeeverywhere on the globe at the same moment. But then again, between 4, and 11 at night on Friday, well it's still all Friday night correct?
Everyone was starting to show up in Stories and Authors. The normal silly comments were passed around. The usual hi hellos that make the darn window scroll by fast so your comment disappears before anyone saw it. But everyone was there by the median hour of like 9 ish. Tonight was supposed to be a great evening. The story glove had been thrown down. Some smooth talking dingbat with the nickname its Mr. Leslie had insisted on celebrating his birthday as an online thing in the Stories and Authors room. With his charmingly innocent and silly way, he had convinced everyone into attending in their birthday suit. Well a lot did that way at any rate So everyone without exception was loyally sitting at their computer, chatting the way mom had brought them into the world (well some of us looked a bit different).
Everyone had chimed in with the usual commentary and suggestive banter. The flirtations were a tad one sided. The was suggestions that the gang might get a private room until its Mr Leslie specifically commented that it was actually supposed to be a public silliness after all.
The girls signed on. There was Tweety Bird, Catalina, Chewey, Handcuffs, Pepperpot37, SexKitten, The girl formerly known as Gelf, Wild Wings, Cleopatra, Salacious Mind, Sun Comes Up, Saranade, and Aura. Its Mr Leslie checked them all off of his list (getting a considerable hard on while thinking of them all) Gee there must be at least 25 tits on view in here. Then he took stock of all the guys present (which made his cock go a bit limp but that's ok). We have Moreorless, Chily willy, Night Ranger, Lemur, Richard Crawford, Extra, Thunder Dragon, Arg The Pirate, Sapper, and naturally its Mr Leslie. Using typical norms, that makes for 20 testicles and about 5 full feet of potential cock. That meant that there was 13 gals getting moist looking at those 10 guys, who being the generous souls they all are, were all trying to achive 6 feet of cock instead heheh.
Most of the room was fairly mature of age. But there wasn't any lack of enthusiasm to go around.
its Mr Leslie suggested as a way to get the party started that they all do the Macarena but naked. This was received by a combination of groans (from those that hate the fucking tune), and hoots from those looking forward to watching a great deal of bobbing and shaking going on. its Mr Leslie stated up a small portable stereo and the silly scene began. Tits flinging and cock bobbing. It was incredibly goofy looking. The hands on ass and gyrate hips part was perhaps a bit over embellished. This certainly broke the ice though.
Then Saranade a favourite of its Mr Leslie cut him out of the crowd and asked what was next.
"Well actually I was hoping everyone wanted to fuck actually" mentioned its Mr Leslie.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh Leeeeeeeessssslllllliiiiieeeeee" cooed Saranade in a way she knew he liked. "Works for me".
"God Saranade do you have aaaany idea how badly I want you to empty these balls?".
"I would wager you want it pretty badly".
Saranade casually ran her hand along its Mr Leslie's shaft and made him groan vocally. She smirked when his cock began to emit fluids.
"Looks like the birthday boy has been waiting for tonight".