I like getting laid as much as the next girl, but I'm not always prepared to be fucked by just any cock that happens to be brought to a party. I like to be a bit choosey. So I don't go much for those party games where you draw for a partner and head for the nearest bedroom.
But I played a game last month that really got to me. I was wondering why our hostess Melanie had said we had to wear dresses not jeans, and weren't allowed to bring a partner. It turned out there were twelve of us, including Melanie, six of each sex. None of us girls had met any of the men before. This was important, Melanie said, because the game we were going to play required that we didn't know anything about each other.
There were two real bedworthy hunks, and the other four weren't bad looking, either. Circulating, getting to know each other, I suddenly realized how well Melanie had chosen. I could have fucked any one of them. Or any six. They all had bulges in their jeans I could hardly take my eyes off, and I caught one guy stroking his once or twice.
Well, after a few drinks Melanie said it was time for the special game. The girls all had to go into one of the bedrooms, all except for Melanie. You can bet there was some guessing about the size of the fucking gear inside those bulges. Melanie came back after a while and explained the game. She gave us each a pencil and a notepad. The pad had the numbers one to six down the left side. When you go in there, she said, the guys will all have numbers but their faces will be hidden, and you're going to have to guess who each one is. Just write down the name against the number.
So we went into the other room. and I'd never imagined such a scene in my wildest dreams. Melanie had rigged a large sheet across the room. The men were ll standing behind it, with six rampant pricks poking through holes in the sheet, and six pairs of balls hanging below them. I'd never seen a sight like it---six fabulous fucking organs in a row, all standing to attention. The game was we had to guess which guy each set of genitalia belonged to.
"No cheating," Melanie said. "No feeling around to see what the men are wearing behind the curtain. You can look at these beauties, feel them, taste them, jerk them off, anything you like. Except don't hurt them."
"Do you know who they are?" I asked Melanie.
"No way. I left them to decide where they'd stand. And don't be greedy. No more than half a minute with each one. We don't want them cumming before the game's finished."
"Why not?" I asked facetiously. "I'd just love to make them cum all in a row. Just imagine, six ejaculating pricks all shooting their load at once."
I don't know where Melanie got the idea for the game, but it was a great idea. A whole row of lovely pricks. More pricks than I'd ever seen together at one time. Six pricks to look at, six pricks to hold, six pricks to explore, six pricks to masturbate, six pricks to lick and suck, six pairs of balls to hold in my hand. I was going to be busy. I wished I could have them all to myself, instead of sharing them with the girls.
Melanie assigned each one of us---including herself---to one of those hunks of fuck-meat. Two of them were beginning to droop, and I was wishing I could draw one of those. It would have been fun masturbating it back to a good hard-on. The idea was we each had half a minute, and then we'd change places and move on to jerk off the next in line.
The first prick I got, number four, had red hair surrounding the scrotum. That was a dead give-away, but I'd forgotten we were supposed to be putting names to the numbers. My cunt was already on fire, and the cunt-juice was beginning to run down my thighs because I'd left my panties off in anticipation of getting a hot prick between my legs some time during the evening.
I knelt down and took the scrotum in front of me into one hand. It was so hot and heavy. I could feel the hardness of the balls inside, but I didn't dare squeeze it. The prick above it was dark veined and curved slightly upward, not like the straight shafts I'd known. I giggled to myself, thinking it was shaped like a banana and wondering what a banana would feel like instead of a dildo on those occasions when I had to wank myself.
The knob was redder than the shaft, but not as swollen as some I'd had. I took the prick between my fingers and thumb and squeezed it gently, and began to jack it off. It came alive in my hand, throbbing and jerking up and down; and as I watched, the ripe plum that was its head began to swell until it was stretched so smooth it seemed it would burst. I just had to take it in my mouth and rub my tongue all over the smoothness of it, sucking it so hard that I sucked a few drops of delicious pre-cum right out of it.
In no time it seemed, Melanie was calling time to change. I wrote down "Roger" against number 4 on my notepad and moved along to the next piece of man-meat protruding from the curtain. The girl before me had done a wonderful job of masturbating it into enormous tumescence.
I'd never seen a prick so thick and standing up at such an angle. The knob was already red and shiny like number four, but the rim round the base of it projected like the edge of a mushroom, and the head was so huge I had to open my mouth wide to take it in. I imagined what it would feel like to have a prick as big as that opening the entrance to my twat and reaming out my vagina. I didn't know who number five was, but I was determined to find out, because number five was going to shoot his wad high up inside my belly before too many nights had passed.
By the time I moved on to number six my cunt was in spasm. I wished I'd worn panties, so that I could feel them tight against my vulva and rubbing against my clit. However, I had two hands, and while one hand explored the prick in front of me the other hand was under my dress, my middle finger masturbating a clit that was just crying out to be sucked.
