An Evening with Friends 05: Holiday

Notable above all, however, was restraint and consent. None of those in the room engaged in open sex, content, apparently, to allow the evening to progress as planned by the organisers. Equally evident was that how simply holding up a hand indicated that a particular approach was not welcome. Rather than being offended, however, the rejected individual would smile, never question, and either return to his or her previous partner, or simply move on.

I decided to probe Peppe's role more deeply, and approached Maria again. She and Peppe sat entwined, kissing and touching like any couple, openly enjoying one another's body -- though maybe some of the touches were rather more sexual than they would be in other settings, especially the focus on each other's breasts and nipples, which clearly brought pleasure to both.

As I sat, Maria reached for my hand and brought it to her breast, wanting me to stimulate her left nipple, while Peppe lowered his head to attend to the right.

'How does this work for Peppe?' I asked. As ever, she considered how to translate her thoughts before replying.

'Here, all accept him. For some though he is a...' she thought hard about her next word, '... a freak.'

'They want him to say they fuck a transgender -- not for him. He is careful. He only want people who want him for him.'

I understood her meaning. Although none rejected him, for some, he would be just a story about having fucked a transgender person. They would not respect him, just consider him one more weird conquest. I fully appreciated how this would be uncomfortable.

Taking my hand, Maria guided it to Peppe's exposed nipple, both demonstrating her desire for her boyfriend to be pleasured, and clarifying that I was not included in her, or Peppe's list of undesirables.

As the three of us played together, watching Jimena, Karen and David alongside Mel, Claire and Jeff who all toyed with one another, another task was announced and all eyes turned to Maria.

'We need,' she explained, 'cover eyes of our men. Then, I explain to ladies.'

Blindfolds were fashioned from the clothing discarded so far and my eyes were covered. Maria told me to stand still (as if I had a choice, considering that I could not see), and after a few seconds, each of my hands was taken by slim fingers, clearly the hands of two ladies.

Warm breath touched my ear, and an erect nipple, surrounded by a small breast rubbed against my arm.

I recognised Karen's voice, as she whispered:

'Come on. Me and Mel are going to lead you. You just come with us and enjoy yourself -- and don't touch the blindfold.'

I was led for maybe ten steps, then my hands were released, and I felt touches across my body -- two pairs of hands on my shoulders, my chest, then warm mouths kissing me and tongues, then teeth on my nipples, moving down to my stomach, then beyond, passing my boxer shorts, but returning to my thighs, nuzzling my balls, while the other set of hands caressed my buttocks, sliding under my boxers, into the crack of my ass.

There was another announcement, but now, deprived of my translator, I had no idea what was said, until it became obvious.

The hands which had been making free with my body now hooked into the waistband of my boxers, and pulled them gently over my erection before yanking them down and off, leaving me (and I assumed all the other men) naked.

One of the hands of my unseen companions circled my cock, stroking slowly, while another cradled my balls. The fingers which had previously explored my backside were now thrust more intently into my crack, one finger forcing more deeply, reaching towards my anus.

Before my back passage was reached, however, there was another announcement. My nether regions were abandoned, and hands were taken again, leading me away to another part of the room.

Again, hands made free with me, and a realisation struck -- this had become a CFNM event. The sparsely clad ladies were being allowed to make free with the bodies of the men -- this time, however, the men had no idea who was actually making use of them.

As I considered this, fresh hands touched me, and once more my erection was attended to by skilled movements, stroking and twisting around the engorged head. Then I felt warmth and a moist, firm object probing as my penis was engulfed by the mouth of one of my playmates. Behind me, I felt kisses on my buttocks, and my cheeks were parted by firm fingers, before a tongue filled the opening created, licking and flicking around, apparently seeking the dark hole within.

Another announcement, another move -- more groping, sucking, fingering as my rock hard erection felt that it might explode at any second -- yet that was clearly not part of the agenda, as each time it seemed inevitable that I would shoot my semen into some willing mouth, or over a skilful hand, another announcement was made, and I was led to yet another pair of avid explorers to indulge their whims.

Five times in total I was moved to receive the attention of ten women, ten hungry mouths and twenty eager hands, until eventually the instructions changed, and my blindfold was removed and I found myself blinking around at my smiling friends, as I stood, naked and erect before them, alongside Dave and Jeff, who had clearly received similar treatment.

Looking across, I spotted Peppe, now naked and smiling, but sporting a large surrogate penis, perhaps eight inches long, strapped around his waist and between his legs.

The dancing recommenced, every man in the room now naked (including the DJ, I noticed) and without exception erect. We were all dragged on to the dance floor, cocks swinging obscenely as we moved, much to the amusement of our companions -- my dance partners now being Jimena and a pretty, rather top heavy Spanish girl, who was one of the group who were now topless.

She seemed to enjoy shaking her tits at me, and indicated in broken English, supported by hand gestures, that she had been one of those who had been making free with my body earlier.

After a few minutes, I decided that I had had enough of dancing, and went to sit.

I was just in time, for the next announcement soon followed. A string of numbers was read out (I recognised that much), followed by a brief instruction.

Maria quickly inspected the numbers of the ladies in our group, before approaching Claire and directing her, once more, to the stage.

If Claire had been reluctant before, this time she was enthusiastic as she joined four other ladies. Her one problem was that she had no idea what to do next. This was soon clarified, however.

A spotlight travelled along the line of five women, finally falling on one of them. She stepped forward confidently as music began to play. She started to dance.

Now, clearly, each lady in turn was to strip naked. The first woman steadily removed first her stockings, followed by her bra and finally her panties, before teasing her breasts and lying back with spread legs to expose her pussy and stroke her clitoris, before inserting first one, then two and three fingers into her vagina, masturbating herself to a climax as the audience encouraged and applauded her efforts.

Two more women followed suit, all climaxing quickly in the sexually charged atmosphere, grateful to have been able to enjoy their release.

Next came Claire. Prior to her earlier experience, I would have believed her to be a reluctant stripper, but now, having been so turned by the watching audience, she approached her task with gusto.

Stepping forward, she began to sway, stretching out each leg and stroking up her stockings, beyond her thighs, pressing her panties into her wet crevice, continuing up to grab her breasts before stretching a leg before her, and slowly, sensually undoing each clip and rolling the stocking down her leg. She repeated this with her other leg, before turning her back to unclip and discard her suspender belt.

She danced a little more, not too vigorously, as she remembered her earlier 'wardrobe malfunction'. She groped her large, succulent breasts once more, pushing them together, before turning her back and reaching behind her to unclip her bra. In the classic stripper move, she turned, allowing the bra to fall while still covering her breasts. She brought up her other hand, now cupping each boob, but unable to contain the mounds, which spilled around her hands and between her fingers.

Gently, and wantonly, she allowed each nipple to appear between her fingers, then pinched it, pulling away, stretching nipple and breast, until finally releasing to allow herself to be fully exposed to the gaze of men and women alike.

She was still not finished with her breast-play, however, and now pushed her left breast up, lowering her head to make it possible for her to suck her own nipple. She repeated this with her other breast, before lifting both, using her tongue on each nipple in turn, before placing both in her mouth at the same time.

Finally, she stopped, and I glanced around, seeing many men stroking their hard cocks, and a fair number of women happily fingering themselves. Looking at our own group, I noted both Maria and Peppe masturbating openly, joined by Mel. Even Dave and Jeff were stroking themselves.

On stage, Claire was, again, offering the audience a view of her perfect backside. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, she bent forward, pushing them down her legs. Unlike her predecessors, however, Claire remained bent at the waist, her hand moving between her thighs, as she pushed her feet wider apart. Her other hand moved behind her, to her buttock, pulling to widen the crack, and offering a clear view of her back passage, both holes now being exposed to the scrutiny of the room.

Slowly she slipped to her knees, now masturbating, focusing on her clitoris. Face down, doggy-style, she brought herself to a loud orgasm, holding her position until her spasms had subsided and her legs regained the strength to stand. Only then did she stand to receive applause, hand rising to her mouth where she blatantly licked off her own juices, letting her fans know how much sheer pleasure she had derived from her act.

The final stripper performed, but it was largely a blur for me. I was desperate for Claire to return so that I could hug her and let her know how her new-found exhibitionism appealed to me.

Eventually she returned, and after our hug, and the hugs and congratulations of all our friends, and several other admirers, I spoke to her.

'So -- are you going to become a stripper back home now?'

She smiled, eyes shining, and reflected briefly.

'Nah. Maybe on webcam, but not live. It was so cool here. No threat, no objectifying, no cat calls or perves -- and mostly women. My perfect crowd. But for a load of men shouting 'get your tits out' or wanting to fuck me, nah. Not my scene. Let's try cam though. I know you want to. Might be fun.'

The next phase of the night's fun was clear -- the rest of the women needed to get naked, and the next announcement was for ten women, chosen by number, to take the stage. These included Maria, Karen and Mel, while Jimena and Claire stayed with us, enjoying having their bodies groped by the men in the group. Jimena sat between Peppe and I as we took turns fingering her wet slit and groping her tits, while she stroked my cock and fingered Peppe's clitoris, beneath his strap-on cock. Meanwhile, Claire enjoyed the attentions of Dave and Jeff.

No sooner had the chosen ones stood on stage, however, than another instruction was issued, which saw them all leave again. This time, though, their departure was temporary.

Each lady descended, and took the hand of one of the other 'clothed' people in the room, leading them back to the stage. In a few cases, the invitation was rejected, as those seated on the floor waited for a specific individual to choose them, but for the most part, the selection was quick, and within five minutes, ten pairs of women stood on stage, their only covering being whatever lingerie they had selected below the waist.

Maria had chosen an older woman, maybe in her mid forties, yet still slim and attractive, while Karen and Mel sought individuals who would contrast with their body types. Karen's partner was young lady with rounded curves, heavy breasts and a slight overhang from her stomach, while Mel found an almost androgynous, stick thin lady, with barely a swelling at her chest and slim hips, which meant her suspender belt needed to be tight simply to stay in place.

Looking around the stage, it seemed that contrasting body types was something of a theme, and I wondered if this was deliberate, either so that those choosing felt it would emphasise their own features, or because they represented aspects of their body with which they were unhappy. Whatever, it made for a fine spectacle, as every preference seemed to be catered for.

The next instruction was issued, and now it was down to Jimena and Peppe to explain with their few words of English and their creative use of body language.

As I understood it, those not on stage also needed to pair off with another 'clothed' person, and would be doing the same as those on stage, just much closer to the audience. Meanwhile, the naked men should either watch or join one of the naked women -- the only rule was, no cumming (mimed magnificently by Jimena).

Claire remained with Dave and Jeff, and while I could have joined them, I chose to hold back -- after all, I could have her any time. Instead, Peppe moved across and grabbed a handful of breast, and was welcomed by my two friends. I knew both had bisexual leanings, and was interested to see where that might lead.

I was settling to watch the ladies, who were now receiving their next instruction, when a small lady approached me. I would have thought she was at most five feet tall, and was well rounded, with wide hips and soft buttocks, topped by very generous, drooping breasts. I had watched her strip, and her flexibility was impressive -- in truth, although her body may have had elements which seemed unattractive, she was lovely, and her eyes were some of the most beautiful I had ever gazed in to. As she asked if she might join me, I was very happy to have her company.

She immediately leaned in to me, her body soft and warm, and another sat to the other side of her. As her fingers encircled our hard cocks, the stage was lit, spotlights illuminated the floor and the pairs of women set about their task.

In many ways, there was no great surprise, as they stripped one another, and began to kiss, feeling each other's body and slowly descending to the floor.

While those on stage were the main spectacle, closer at hand, other pairs began to enjoy their own sex, firstly with hands, then with mouths, paying attention to nipples before descending to lick between thighs and insert fingers. Many adopted a '69' position, licking each other, while pushing fingers deep inside, pulling apart lips and buttocks to excite each hole.

My own lady friend guided my hand to her pussy, where I encountered a full bush of hair, untrimmed and luxuriant, soaked in her juices as I pushed through to part her lips and caress the sensitive button hidden within. As I did so, she leaned across, taking my cock into her mouth and sucking. As she leaned further across, my arm could no longer reach her pussy as she pushed me back, raising her full ass into the air.

I glanced across at our other friends, noting that Claire was now using her hands on Peppe and Dave, while Peppe caressed her with skilled fingers. Dave, meanwhile, had reached across and was stroking Jeff's erection, an action which I saw Peppe watch with interest.

The second man in my own group had now responded to the invitation of the raised ass before him, and as I was sucked, and played with the large tits brushing the ground, he entered her from behind and fucked her with smooth, deliberate strokes.

On stage, the performers now sought to induce orgasms in their partners, either licking, fingering or both, and in several instances (as I noted Mel and Maria with their partners), rubbing their slick pussies together, grinding clit on clit, heads back with glazed eyes, knowing that their climax was close.

My partner and I swapped places and gazed at the ample buttocks before me and the mat of hair, inviting me to bury my member within. It had been a while since I had penetrated such growth, and I first used my fingers to create a pathway and expose the deep pink beneath next to the dark hole awaiting my attention.

As I entered, I again turned to look at our neighbouring group, to find that Claire was now riding the strap on cock as Peppe lay on his back, while Dave and Jeff stood on either side of her, as she turned her head to left and right, sucking first one cock, then the other. As I fucked and watched, they changed position again. This time, Dave was over Peppe, lifting his legs to enter him anally, while Claire squatted over Peppe's face, encouraging him to drink in her juices and lick her to orgasm, as she sucked Jeff who stood by her.

Listening to the sounds from the stage, I noted a series of orgasmic cries, and occasional whoops of joy, and looking across, noted that some of the women were 'squirting', a phenomenon I had only witnessed first-hand on one previous occasion. I watched with interest as a stream of feminine ejaculate poured across Maria's face, soaking her and making her smile and giggle after her initial shock. Her partner found it hilarious, and hugged her, presumably making apologies while wiping her face with a discarded pair of silk panties.

Around the room, groups of three or four, mostly comprising one woman and several men (though there were groups which were exclusively male) indulged in fucking and sucking, handjobs and blowjobs, anal and oral, while pairs of ladies brought one another to powerful orgasms, fuelled in part by the skills of their partner, and in part by the heady, sexually charged atmosphere created in the 'club'.

Peppe had enjoyed his own orgasms, I could tell from his face, thanks to Claire, Dave and Jeff, who had attended to his needs solicitously, with huge sensitivity to his gender identity and personal needs. I recognised also the look of post-climax ecstasy on Claire's face, in stark counterpoint to the manic eyes of the men in almost every group, now in need of release. I suspected my own face reflected the same need.

Most men had demonstrated supreme control so far, but glancing around the room, it was clear that some had found it all too much. The crestfallen faces of these few made their friends smile, and there was no ridicule -- just hugs, kisses and good-natured sympathy. After all in this setting, losing control was very understandable.

As my diminutive lady friend kissed me and left, having kissed my cock and allowed it to enter her mouth one last time, the other members of our group returned. Maria, Mel and Karen were breathless and excitable after their stage performance. Karen and Mel sported red flushes across their bodies, and even Maria's tanned, Mediterranean skin was flushed following her exertions.

As naked people took to the dance floor, we joined as a group, leaning close to one another, pressing bodies together unreservedly, oiled by perspiration but happy in the trust and love we felt.

It was approaching two in the morning when the next announcement came. Maria translated.

'Is the last game. Men must... er... fuck three people.' She chose her words with care. It was important to say 'people', rather than 'ladies', to permit everyone to enjoy their sexuality. She continued:

'When you have done, you... finish how you wish.' She listened further. 'People will come to you but you may say no.'

As this happened, the main lights came on, illuminating the entire room, indicating that after this, the event would end -- but for this, everyone would be able to see clearly.