This seemed like the place. With this many cars parked outside it had to be. But for a party it wasn't very loud. Checking my phone one more time I look over the series of texts that Chelsie had sent me. I had never been that much of a party goer but she insisted that I come to this one. Apparently the girl who hosted them, Sandra, was rather selective about who she let into her parties and it was some kind of super exclusive thing. Of course that made me question why I had been invited. It would make sense for some popular football player or a jock from the hockey team to be invited, not a nobody computer science major like me.
But unless Chelsie had sent the texts to the wrong person I had been invited. Supposedly there were only four people, not including myself, who were all invited. So maybe party wasn't the most accurate term. Not in the college sense of dozens of people all packed into a frat house. Still though the way Chelsie went on about it you'd think this small little party was way better than any of those. A small voice in the back of my head kept telling me to just go home, I'm already half an hour late. I can just text Chelsie and tell her that I couldn't make it for some reason or another.
No. This was my chance. I had been a shy introvert all through high school and this was my chance to get out of my shell and hopefully have some fun. Just relax and try to go with the flow. Maybe I'll have a little bit of fun along the way. Walking up to the door I hear muffled sounds coming from inside. What sounds like girls laughing and chatting, though some other noises are mixed in that I can't quite recognize. Ringing the doorbell there's a sudden hush before I hear footsteps approaching the door and the sound of the locks being undone. The door swings open and a darker skinned girl with long black hair and popping auburn eyes looks at me with a raised eyebrow.
"You must be Mason, Chelsie almost thought you might not show," she says with a smirk across her face. My eyes scan down her body. A purple tank top with no obvious designs hugs her form rather nicely and shows off the fact that she's not wearing a bra. Her nipples are obviously hard atop her probably D cup breasts that sag ever so slightly. Further down her form I see that she's not wearing anything besides her shirt, though that's not what grabs my attention. What grabs my attention is the very large and very erect cock between her legs.
Just at a glance it has to be at least a foot long and proportionally thick. The dark and veiny shaft ends with a flared out purple head. At least half of her length is slicked and glistening with some kind of substance and precum drools out of the tip onto the floor. Just below it a sack with a pair of tennis ball sized nuts hung down. And just above is a neatly trimmed patch of hair the same color as on her head. Before I can say anything she grabs me by the shirt and pulls me into the house. The door closes and locks behind me and I start to really think I should have just bailed like I was thinking earlier.
"Mason!" I hear Chelsie's voice call out just before she comes around the corner from another room and pulls me into a tight hug, "I didn't think you were going to make it."
Still somewhat stunned I don't respond, my gaze drifting down Chelsie's form when she steps back out of the hug. Sure enough there between her legs is the same as the other girl. Of course her's is different, but it is still a cock. Maybe nine inches or so long though somewhat thin for its length. the same light pale as the rest of her skin, a pink head half covered by foreskin and also dripping with precum. The shaft itself isn't nearly as veiny as the other girl's though there is one rather prominent one on top. A strip of dyed pink hair sat above her girl-shaft and a pair of golf ball sized orbs sat snuggly in a sack hugging her body.
"Wh.. what is... going on?" I ask, my eyes suddenly yanking themselves up from Chelsie's girl-dick to her face. Already I could feel my cheeks flushed with arousal and embarrassment. I had always thought Chelsie is kind of attractive. Long blonde hair, ocean blue eyes and a face that made her perfect for the cheerleading team. And a nice pair of perky C cup tits that were currently being held in a lacy pink bra. But she had always been just a childhood friend to me. Sure I had fapped off to the thought of her once or twice but I'm sure plenty of guys had.
"Sorry, I couldn't tell you before you showed up, but we're having an orgy!" Chelsie says with a great amount of enthusiasm. If it weren't for what she said I probably would have gotten excited too. "Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone."
Before I have a chance to protest I find myself being lead by the hand into the same room Chelsie had just come from. Inside are two other girls, and yes they both have dicks. One of them I recognize from one of my classes. A smaller girl with shorter brown hair down to her shoulders and a pair of cute black rimmed glasses over her similarly brown eyes. A small almost flat chest, definitely A cups, which I couldn't even notice under the brown sleeveless turtleneck she is wearing. She definitely had the cute, shy, nerdy girl thing going for her. I hadn't expected her of all people to be at a place like this.
"Anna?" I ask with a gaping jaw. Sitting on the couch with a hand around her cock she stops jerking off and her face turns bright red when she sees me. Her dick was probably the smallest of the group. About seven inches long and slightly thick for its size. It is obvious with the darker red of her tip that she is cut. Her shaft is smooth and almost feminine in a way. The bush around her cock is far more prevalent than the other girl's though it is neatly trimmed and looked incredibly soft. But the most striking feature at her crotch has to be her balls. Each one is about the size of a grapefruit or so. And her production seems to match as her entire lap is glazed in what I can only assume to be precum, a strand of it quite literally shooting from her cock as it twitches in her hand.
The final girl I don't exactly know, but I definitely have seen her before. The sides of her head are shaved down and the top is cut short and dyed neon blue. Dark colored eyes that almost look black and a bull style nose ring. She is completely nude a large tribal looking tattoo down her left arm. Her other arm is currently busy with what looks like a thin dildo being shoved down her cock. And what a cock it is. It isn't too long, maybe eight or nine inches, but the damned thing is thick. A can of soda would have some tough competition next to her girth. Just below it her plum sized balls hug her crotch tightly. She's the only girl with a completely shaved crotch.
"Hi, Mason," Anna says with a wave of her free hand, by now her blush was covering the entirety of her face.
"Oh, you two know each other? That's great!" Chelsie says with a quick clap, "Okay. So you know Anna. And that's Quincy, and the girl who you met at the door is Sandra."
