At first, I dont think anyone else is in the room. I walk across to the bed, and through the gloom of the moonlight managing to find its way through the bedroom window, I spot what appears to be my coat.

I grab hold of the collar with one hand, put it seems to be caught on something.

Looking around, I spot a lamp on the bedside table, and fumble to turn it on, almost knocking it over in the process. The light from the lamp bathes the pile of coats on the bed and Im given a fright as I notice you for the first time, seemingly asleep, lying amongst them. You are wearing a thin, satin dress that shows off your figure perfectly, your legs slightly spread so the hem has ridden up your thighs One hand rests by your side, the other lies across your stomach, and draws my eyes up to your pert, firm breasts, your nipples just visible through the flimsy fabric.

I realise that it isnt really fair to be watching you sleep like this, but my eyes keep roaming over you, drinking you in, and wondering what lies beneath the few clothes you are wearing.

I can feel myself harden as I think about the things I would do to you I peel my eyes away from you, and turn to leave, but before I have even taken a step, I am stopped in my tracks. Oh. Leaving already? I spin on my heels to see you with your eyes open, a broad smile on your face. Sorry. I begin. I didnt realise No problem. You reply, brushing your chest with the fingers of your left hand.

Did you like what you saw? I see your eyes flicker down briefly to the bulge in my trousers, and know there is no need to answer the question. So what are you doing in here? I ask, moving back into the room. Not much.

Just wanted a break from the loud music for a few moments. You? I just came to get my coat.

Oh sorry, am I lying on it? As I watch, you draw one leg up to lever your self off the bed, pulling out the coats from beneath you, mine included. As you do so, your legs part, and though the light is poor, I catch an unmistakable glimpse of fabric between your thighs.

Which one is yours? you ask innocently.

Unless youve decided to stay. Its quite comfortable here actually.

You smile and pat the bed beside you.

I laugh to myself, and crawl onto the bed, lying on my side beside you. Whats your name? I ask. You reply, running a hand down my chest.

And you? Names dont matter. I respond, reaching over and pushing the hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

We stare at each other for a few moments, and then lean in to each other, kissing each other feverishly. The you throw your head back, and I kiss your exposed neck, my hand inching its way up the inside of your thigh, beneath the hem of your dress. You moan your soft placeent as I continue up the inside of your thigh, my fingers eventually feeling the warmth of your tight little softness. My other hand brushes the straps of your dress from your shoulders, and pulls down the top of your dress, my tongue and lips greedily seeking out your hardening nipples, sucking and toying them, my hand gently massaging your gorgeous breasts. My fingers slip inside your knickers and I feel the warmth and wetness of your softness, as your hands run down my front and feel the outline of my hardening length through my jeans.

With a few, deft movements you unbuckle my belt and unzip my fly, reaching into my loosened trousers to pull out my erect length, which hardens more at your touch, your fingers wrapped around the shaft. You look up at me and smile, before taking me into your mouth, your lips and tongue encircling my manhood. I gasp as I feel the warmth of your mouth on me, your tongue swirling over the head, your hands gently rubbing the shaft, making me hard and thick in your mouth. You come up for air, and I take the opportunity to push you back onto the bed, running my hands up your thighs, and pulling your panties down.

I hold them in my hand, and can feel your warmth and wetness on them. I gently spread your legs and take my first look at your swollen softness, the inside of your thighs wet and glistening with your juices. Still wearing my jeans, I straddle your face, so we can 69, and while you suck my thick length, I concentrate on your soaking softness, kissing your lips and teasing your personal place with my tongue. You taste so good, and the feel of you sucking me only increases the enjoyment as I taste your juices and probe your softness with my fingers and tongue. After a number of minutes, you feel a vibration and I feel you reach into the pocket of my jeans, pulling out my phone. Whos Owen? you ask, consulting the display on the phone.

Shit. Hell be looking for me. We were going to make a move once Id got my coat. So hes here at the party? What is he like? Owen? Hes a nice guy. Do you think hed want to come and join us? Before I have a chance to respond youve answered the call. Hi! Yes, hes here, in the master bedroom. Well, hes a little busy at the moment, toying my softness I cant help but laugh as you talk into the phone, a broad smile on your face. Well, I am sucking his length as a matter of fact, but if you wanted to come up here, I could suck yours, and he could then play my tight softness I turn around to face you, as you snap the phone shut and hand it back to me. I think hes on his way. You remark, and laugh. In the few moments before Owen arrives, I take off my jeans and the rest of my clothes, and watch as you wriggle out of your dress, throwing it on the floor, where it lies in a crumpled pool. You kneel on the bed, hands on your hips, your nipples erect against the cool air. So. How do you want me? When a rather flustered Owen peers around the door, you are on all fours on the bed, facing the door. I am kneeling behind you, two fingers deep inside you, my other hand running all over your firm arse and down the inside of your thighs. I look up as I hear the door open. As he steps into the room, he is already unbuckling himself, and pulls off his clothes in a hurry, throwing them into a small pile in the corner. By the time he reaches you he is naked, and you take his semi-hard length greedily in your mouth, sucking it and swirling your tongue around its tip.

As you do so, I position myself behind you and slowly ease my length into your welcoming slit, your muscles gripping me tightly as I slide deeper into you. You let out a muffled moan, and Owen groans with pleasure, the vibration of your voice on his thingy taking him to a new level. As you suck on his length, I begin to play you from behind, pushing forward with long, hard thrusts. You reach back with one hand and stroke your personal place, feeling my balls as they slap against your bare arse with each thrust. Then you take Owens length in your hand, and suck his balls, your moans increasing each time you feel your softness stretched by my thick and throbbing length Owen runs his hands through your hair and down your bare back, raking your skin gently with his fingernails, while I gently slide a finger, slick with your cum, into your warmth You moan at the feel of being so full, about being invaded in every warmth, and push back against me, wanting me deeper inside you. When the other two guys walk through the door, we barely notice. They quickly take in the scene, and stand by the door, hands reaching down to their stiffening lengths as they watch you get spitroasted.

Eventually, you look up and notice them. Dont just stand there you gasp breathlessly. Get your lengths out. The newcomers dont need asking twice, and as they shuck off their clothes, you instruct Owen to lie back on the bed. He does so, his hard length standing erect. Your softness is slick with juice now, and as you lower yourself onto his manhood, it slips snugly inside your arse... I remain at the head of the bed, and you take my length in your mouth once more, as one of the newcomers positions himself between your thighs, guiding his length, thinner but longer than those you have already had inside you, deep into your greedy softness.

The other guy lies at right angles to you on the bed, toying and kissing your pert breasts. He takes your hand in his and guides it down to his own length, which hardens almost immediately at your touch. We move as one, all four guys filling you and feeling you, watching your naked body respond to every thrust, every stroke, every brush of your skin. You suck me eagerly, your tongue expertly brushing over the shaft, as the two guys play your softness and soft place, thrusting deeper inside you with every thrust. The guy by your side reaches down and fingers your personal place while you stroke his length, and we all watch as your body shudders and jars, arching your back as you cum, bucking and writhing on the bed. When the moment has passed, you sit up to be faced by four lengths, one at every point of the compass, all of different dimensions and tones, but all hard and erect, the veins on their shaft full, their heads plump and juicy Almost spoilt for choice, you turn to your right and take the second newcomer in your mouth, sucking his length while the rest of us stroke ourselves, keeping ourselves hard for your turn You move around the circle systematically, sucking one length while holding in your hands the two on either side, the guy behind you stroking his length and rubbing it on your neck, reaching down to finger your swollen softness with his spare hand. It isnt long before we are all ready to shoot our load, and we know that you want us to cum all over your face. We kneel on the bed, surrounding you, and you close your eyes, your mouth slightly open, ready to be bathed in four varieties of cum We all rub our lengths a last few times, and then hot white ribbons of cum splash over your face, covering your face in a mask of cum. You let out a contented sigh as the spunk drips from your face and down onto your chest.

When you open your eyes, you suck each detumescing length in turn, sucking every last drop of cum from them, while the others rub the spunk into your soft warm skin, sucking your breasts and toying your nipples Then, as we step away from the bed and start to retreive our clothes, you lie back on the bed, the drying semen tightening against your naked skin, your body recovering from the rigours of the evening, and you think to yourself: I am going to have to do this more often