The rest like the looks of things and agreed as well. They set up some chairs, and formed a circle. Julie looked at David quizzically. He took a place in front of her. Bruce selected a few ballads like "Dream a Little Dream of Me." and some jump style jazz. The music was perfect for either luring you into dreamy obliviousness or false stops in the syncopation.
On the first round, David ungallantly slipped into a seat, just under one of the women. She wiggled her butt and pouted a little but gave in gracefully enough. When the music stopped the next time, Julie avenged her sex, by slipping in under David's inept attempt to backtrack into a seat. "Better luck next time." she laughed. Then to show a bit of sportsmanship, she squeezed his ass while pushing him over towards the sofa. As the game continued, it was down to Julie and four guys.
The music started again and Julie felt hands on her waist as they stumbled over each other, laughing around the circle, and she grabbed onto the waist of the guy in front of her so she wouldn't fall. When the music stopped this time she scrambled again and landed on someone else's lap, the sweet dark-haired guy who was in front of her. She lost her balance and in trying to keep her from falling he inadvertently tore her dress and popped off the first three buttons.
"I'm sorry" he apologized. "As much as I've been watching your breasts, you'd think I'd have known what I was doing." Julie flustered as he helped her back onto his lap, her dress hanging well open, but again she loved the feel of him underneath her, and was exhilarated by his hands on her. She glanced at David on the couch, wondering about how he might take this scene. He was facing them, but he appeared to be dozing.
As the music started up again, Julie was up and moving with the 4 guys still in the game. They all bunched together as they moved around the circle and Julie felt their closeness. Behind her she felt Bob's hands pulling her hips back against his hard cock. When the music stopped again, she easily slumped onto his lap and felt his cock against the crack of her ass. His left hand laid on her mound, just resting there, and his right hand circled around her, underneath her torn dress, rubbing across her nipple. She immediately sensed the wetness of her pussy, and before anything else, wished his fingers were stroking in the wetness. She became aware that her legs were splayed out in a wide "V" and that her head fell back on his shoulder. Bob moved his hand under her dress, and when he found no underwear, he whispered a delighted, "Nice. Very nice!" in her ear. He teased two fingers up the crease of her pussy and across her clit. She gasped and heard him moan as he felt the wet. It crossed her mind briefly that she's doing all this at a party with a guy she doesn't know, six other guys watching and with her boyfriend napping(?) on the couch! But it felt so fucking good . . . and she can sense that the other guys are loving it, they're not saying anything, but she sees them watching her, mesmerized.
The music started again and she was disappointed that she had to get up. They were moving again, just barely. She could hear the music, but mostly she felt Bob behind her. Then he let go, fumbled around with something, and she felt his cock. He'd slipped off his shorts and his underwear. He lifts her dress, pulls her back against him and his cock poked between her legs. Julie was completely shocked. The guy was almost naked. She looked over at David. The couch is in the half-light so she can't see his face clearly. She thinks his eyes are closed but she can't tell. He almost seemed to be he's smiling and she thought she saw his hand rubbing across his crotch, but it rested still again. Bob pinched her ass in fun and when she jumped a little, he threw his arm around her, nuzzling against her neck and they laughed together.
The music stopped and Bob quickly sat down. He lifted up the back of Julie's dress, held onto his dick with one hand and guided her right down on it. She gasped and starts to get back up, but he held her hips firmly, pumping just a little, and whispered in her ear, "Oh, babe, just give it a minute, if you want to go you can, but just try it a minute . . ." She eased onto it and it feels so fucking fucking good. She laid her head back against him. And he whispered, "Yeah, that's it . . . that's it . . . just let it happen . . . just let me do it . . . just let me do it." He reached up and unbuttoned her dress all the way down and it fells open entirely. He then circled his hands flat across the tips of her nipples and she arched her back, squeezing her cunt around his cock.
Almost lazily she again remembered that her boyfriend is on the couch. She looked over and saw that she was right before. He was lying on the couch, watching them, stroking his cock. She couldn't believe he was lying there with his dick all the way out of his pants slowly gliding his hand over it. Their eyes met. "Oh god, he's loving this too." She realized "He's loving watching me fuck this guy . . ."
The music started again. Instinctively Julie began to rise, but Bob pulled her back down on his cock. He whispers in her ear "I think the game is about to change." And, it does. The other chairs are moved aside and the men now circled Julie and Bob.
As they circled they started to remove their clothes. Bob lifted Julie's tits up. She felt the silkiness of a satin shirt glide over her nipples, caressing and teasing them, as Earl passed by. He always seemed to move with a fluid grace, never quite fixed where you last saw him. Now, that same grace was gracing her breasts, rippling sensual pleasure from one breast to the other. The same fluidity was urging a surge in her own fluids. As always, Earl moved on before she knew he was gone. She knew he would flow past her again as the game continued.
Julia was still floating on this sensuality, her eyes were dreamily closed, when Bruce brushed in front of her, removing his cardigan sweater. She felt the first touch against her breast and started to swoon. The coarseness of the wool against the rise and fall of her breasts and the intermittent tug of the weave on her nipples sharpened her senses. She became aware of both the roughness of the sweater and of the air that cooled the slightly reddening flesh. The expanding consciousness of her skin – now tensed and on guard – moved gradually up to her face and down to her pussy. She noticed how hot her breath felt. She felt how tight her pussy had become, every hair a trigger to tension.
She wondered what else could happen, her eyes focused on Tom fixing his eyes upon her. He unbuttoned his leather vest, fanning her with the light breeze as it swung off his shoulders. A slight glance from Tom to Bob, and Julie felt her wrists being pressed to the side of her legs. Another breeze came when he swept his vest over her shoulders and along her arms. Bob released her wrists to work up over the vest, continuing to pin her arms to her side and a little forward, thrusting her tits up as well. Tom ran his fingers lightly up her legs, paused to tease her clit. Julie startled then loosened. Tom's fingers continue up to her belly. He pulled the vest in and buttoned the bottom button, then the next and the next, until Julie's arms could not be freed and her tits were raised and thrust forward between them – past the buttons left undone. Tom's touch feathered over her fettered breasts circling the aureole and nipples. His tongue followed his fingers, but did not linger long.
