A few parameters, dinner and a show

Considering your friends and family are all giving you free license to fulfill your every fantasy, you figure it's a good idea to see how far everyone will go. Or more honestly, how many different ways can you get your rocks off?

"Actually," you begin, hesitantly. Taking in the encouraging looks and genuinely attentive air of everyone present you figure, 'why not?' "how about everyone go back to acting like I'm not around again, but with some...adjustments?"

"Of course dear, what would you like us to do? We're up for anything." Your mother, Erin, chimes in helpfully.

You take a deep breath as you mentally psyche yourself up for unloading a fantasy you've had ever since you found out you had the condition. "If all the ladies could get naked, that would be great. The only exception is if you're wearing high-heels, sandals or flip flops and thongs or g-strings. Nothing else. The sneakers, boots, tops and all other clothing has to go. And from now on, when women come by or I visit could you dress in something skimpy and suggestive? Thong and string bikinis are acceptable casual-wear." Looking around, you see that all the lovely ladies attending are already starting to disrobe. Blouses are being unbuttoned, dresses are hitting the floor, pants and skirts are being shimmied out of and bras are being discarded by one and all. You can already feel your dick start to rise up. You do your best to ignore the panoply of available, tantalizing female flesh that is becoming more and more on display and carry on with sharing your preferences. Best to let everyone know this sooner rather than later. It'll make future encounters more...'efficient'?

Mentally shrugging, you carry on. "In fact, from now on, ladies could you let every other attractive female you know to switch to thongs and g-strings?" You give your guests a smile and add in a joking tone, "Of course I won't hold it against any of you if you forgo underwear altogether every now and then. Also I'm going to be verbally abusing people from now on, so if my language is less than polite or cordial from now on, just know that it helps me get in the mood and manage my condition." Everyone nods as a round of laughter and good-natured chuckles ripples through the crowd of attendees. "But for this party, there's a few more things I'd like to add in. Let's gather up all the extra clothes and stash them away somewhere. Maybe take them back to your cars or something? I don't want to have to be tripping over cloth left and right as I'm plowing skanks." Another round of audible mirth. "After that's done, why don't we have a little dance party? Primarily I want to see the ladies shaking their groove things, but if any guys feel like cutting a rug, that's cool too." Car keys are being handed over to people as armfuls of clothing are being gathered up by most of the men in attendance and a line forms at the front door as they remove the unwanted garments from the premises. "One more thing and then it's go time." The guests who aren't taking away the discarded clothes are listening intently, hanging on your every word. "I don't want to sit down or stand still without my cock getting sucked. Anytime I'm not traveling from one point to another, some babe needs to be sucking me off. You don't have to acknowledge anything, just open your mouth and start polishing my knob. If I stand up or sit down, keep sucking, you can only stop if I pull out and start going somewhere else or I indicate to you to stop. Understand?"

You friend Hannah gushes. "Fuck yeah! This sounds like a really dirty version of musical chairs! I am down!"

"Hannah!" Her mother Miriam exclaims, "When did you start using such foul language? And in front of our friends and your own mother no-less!?" Your blue-haired friend cringes, but you quickly interject.

"It's alright Miriam, I don't mind some dirty talk from a pretty girl. It can really turn me on. See?" You point to your mostly stiff prick with one hand while using the other to shake it for emphasis.

Miriam immediately looks mollified. "Alright John. if it really helps you, I won't object to Hannah's potty mouth."

"Awesome, thanks a lot Mrs. B. It really means a lot to me." you reply.

"Of course John dear." she responds pleasantly.

Clapping your hands together, you try not to look too eager while gazing around at the state of your party now. The vast majority of the women are now stark nude and while you catch a few blushing faces and slightly embarrassed expressions, most of the ladies look perfectly at ease. Of the rest of the ladies, there's a smattering wearing just a pair of your approved footwear or only a thong. The minority seems to be a handful of women who matched your earlier criteria and have on a thong and shoes. All in all, your party now looks less like an eighteenth birthday party and more like the beginnings of a very casual orgy.

"Alright everyone!" you call out, signaling the real beginning of the festivities. "Let's party!"

And just like that, everyone goes back to chatting with one another like there weren't a few dozen beautiful women walking around near-to-completely nude. People start dispersing back out to the back yard and throughout the house. Someone turned on the house stereo and Wild Cherry's-'Play that Funky Music' begins pouring out of the speakers in the living, rec, dinning room and kitchen while women begin to dance in the open space of the living room and you notice a few ladies swinging their hips as they move elsewhere.

And to top all of that off, your stomach starts growling.

'I'm hungry.' you think to yourself and then remember you spotted plates of barbecue along with the multiple pizzas on the dinning room table and in the kitchen. Making your way to the backyard, you spot your Uncle Felix manning the huge barbecue on the back deck while having a beer and chatting with a few other guys. You pick up a paper plate and quickly pluck a couple of hotdog buns from a bag on a table setup nearby with hamburgers, hotdogs and all the associated fixings. Nobody says a word at the fact you're buck naked as you prepare yourself a pair of all-American franks and cut in and out of line to get what you want. The moment people are aware of you, even if they don't acknowledge you, they move out of your way and act like normal. You make sure to keep moving since you were aware that even if people were ignoring you, all the ladies at the party were watching you out of the corner of their eyes without being obvious about it. They were waiting for the moment you stayed in one place and you'd already caught a few women tensing up and starting to move towards you when you stayed still for longer than ten seconds. Honestly having this many women pay such devoted attention to your dick was definitely keeping your little friend at more attention than not. But you had a plan and a target in mind already.

Caitlin and her friends had moved back to the deck where you saw them and they were all dressed very minimally, if at all. The only co-eds to be wearing anything are a tall, willowy redhead with an adorable arrangement of freckles in a modest, black thong named Megan and an athletic, toned Asian girl with perky tits and straight, black hair in a pair of heeled sandals named Sophie. They're actually schoolmates of your older sister and she's known each of them at least since fourth grade. But you were really interested in the tall, punk-looking girl with a nose ring, dark, smoky eyes, a collection of tattoos here and there on her body, full tits, a flawlessly pale complexion, delicious looking bubbled booty and shaved head. Vanessa Goauld. She and Caitlin had become friends Sophomore year of high school and you'd honestly had a thing for her almost since you'd first met her. And you knew she knew.

Your sister in a typical mess-with-the-little-brother-because-his-embarrasement-is-funny way had spilled the beans to her friend years ago. You had been told by Caitlin back then that 1: she was out of your league and 2: she wasn't interested. You'd limited any attention to her to friendly civility and perhaps being a bit too eager to listen whenever she said something, but apart from a few teasing comments from Caitlin's crew and your family as well as the occasional knowing looks from Vanessa, nothing was ever really made of it. From what you'd heard from your older sister (and mother when Caitlin did her occasional call to home) she'd been in a fairly stable relationship with some guy for a while now.

But today? Today was a day for fulfilling fantasies and you had years worth to act out with her.

You interjected yourself into the small circle of college girls and munched on a hotdog while you openly eavesdropped and mentally counted the seconds. '1..2..3..4..5..6..7..' You didn't make it to eight before Sophie unceremoniously crouched in front of you, leaned forward to engulf your cock in her warm, wet mouth and begin bobbing her head while wrapping her agile tongue around you. You take a moment to gasp out with your mouth full and look down to see the lovely Asian beauty rocking her face rhythmically back and forth into your crotch, dark hair waving in time to her movement like a curtain of shimmering silk. She wasn't even looking at you and her expression seemed neutral. She might as well have been staring at a blank wall for all the reaction she had. She was just staring straight ahead at your stomach while she gave you a tongue bathing like you'd only imagined.

The other girls were silent for a few seconds as they glanced at one another, but very pointedly did not look at you or their friend now currently blowing you. During those few seconds the only sound was the background noise of the rest of the party and a steady, wet slurping as Sophie tended to you. You took a moment to compose yourself as an athletic black girl picked up the conversation. "So the result was I only got halfway through Professor Whistler's reading assignment for the last few chapters on High Frequency Decision Making. Any advice for the next part of the course?"

A slim Latina that you recognize from a few of Caitlin's games, but do not know her name, laughs and causes her modest, but proud, tits to bounce provocatively. She kinda resembles Jessica Alba. "I hear there's this thing called 'actually studying instead of going on dates with girls you met at the student union' that works wonders."

The nicely muscled black girl looks put out for a moment before returning with, "C'mon Bella. I'm serious. That class bores me to tears and I'm only taking it to fulfill my scholarship requirements."

Caitlin jumps into the conversation as your now rock hard cock is pistoning in and out of her classmate's mouth and you drop a hand to the back of her head after finishing your first hotdog. "Oh fuck, that's it. Right there you fucking whore!" you moan out to Sophie. She can probably tell you're close and starts picking up her pace with the encouragement from the pressure of your hand.

"It's easy Camille," your sister states, doing her best to play oblivious to her friend and little brother making a modest scene. "Professor Whistler talks for the class almost the whole time and deals with the occasional question, whether intelligent or not, and then the class is over and you go somewhere else. Wash, rinse, repeat until the end of the semester. I'm pretty sure even he doesn't know what the hell he's talking about or supposed to be teaching. And from what I've heard, you can turn in anything on your paper as long as it sounds technical enough and you'll usually coast by with a 'B'. Don't work yourself up." she reassures her classmate.

At this point Sophie's oral manipulations have you on the edge of an orgasm and she seems to know it. You have a white knuckled grip on your paper plate with both hands and it's only a few more seconds before Sophie plunges her face down fully on your meat and makes a very loud, painful sounding series of gags. The knowledge and feeling of a pretty college girl abusing her gag reflex without any direction from you beyond some earlier group request hits you as hard as the cum flying out of your cock shooting into the Asian's mouth. And then you realize just how far everyone's willing to go to help you with your sickness.

"Oooohhh," you manage to moan out while Sophie dutifully swallows what you are giving her.

"I guess..." Camille says while you do your best to stay standing even though your legs are buckling with pleasure and your face contorts with ecstasy.

Caitlin's classmate keeps you in her mouth without moving for at least a minute before she gently resumes sucking and licking your member.

At this point, you want to actually interact with someone beyond being buried in one feminine hole or another and make it known once you've caught your breath. "Okay...gasp...you sl-gasp-sluts can pay attention to me...wheeze now."

Bella immediately bursts out laughing. "Wow, that looked like a big one! How was it John?"

You can only look at her and give a tired smile. Bella and Caitlin both give you thumbs up while Megan smiles indulgently at you. "I want a different cocksucker now." observing the group of friends for a moment, you point a demanding finger at Camille. "You, black cunt, on your knees!" Immediately after Sophie is being pushed off your cock unceremoniously mid-suck by you and tumbles awkwardly on the ground. "Asian whore, fuck off." While Sophie gathers her wits about herself and starts to stand up, Camille moves smoothly and quickly into a crouch in front of you. The dark skinned amazon is almost crouched in a fetal position, has her hands on your hips and open mouth descending on your freshly sucked cock before you stop her with a hand on the top of her head. She looks up at you inquisitively.

Handing your plate to Megan to hold, you use your newly freed hand to give the chocolate beauty a light slap that you're still sure nearby people can hear. "You dumb fucking slut!" you practically shout. "I said on your fucking knees! I want to see grass stains after I **** you with my cock bitch!"

Camille looks alarmed and squeaks out a surprisingly timid "Sorry." before rearranging herself accordingly and actually kneeling down in the grass of your family's backyard. She looks up at you for approval and you can't help the way her submissive acquiescence to your words and desires makes your cock twitch. After a minute nod from you, she smiles sweetly and leans forward to continue where Sophie left off. You bask in the sensation of an obviously physically powerful woman so attentively sucking your dick while her Asian classmate has stood up and is nonchalantly brushing grass and dirt off of her naked body.

"I've never given head before, how was I?" she asks with genuine curiosity and a minor blush.

You shrug as you reach out for your plate and the tall redhead wordlessly hands it over. "I'd pick you up on a street corner." Sophie gives a triumphant grunt and a fist pump and everyone except for the girl blowing you laughs. Back to the task at hand though.

"Anywho," you begin somewhat shyly as you turn toward the bald beauty in the group who so far has not said a word. "hey Vanessa. I kind of wanted to touch base with you and see what's up."

"Here it comes." Caitlin chuckles. "I told you he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of you for long, Van."

Vanessa smiles and takes a playful swipe at your older sister. "You shush. If I can do something to make it easier for your brother and help him out, then I really want to do it." she turns to you with an open expression. "I'm fine John, how are you?"

"Better now that I've seen you today." you state feeling a slight blush working it's way onto your face. Even openly getting your dick sucked and surrounded by other beautiful women, you have to admit were always somewhat smitten with this woman. And your affection for her had really not dimmed at all.

"Flirt." your sister throws out and her friends laugh again. There's nothing mocking or negative about their laughs though. Just some harmless ribbing.

Deciding to get to the point, you carry on best that you can while getting a BJ from the beautiful co-ed at your feet doing her damndest to get a repeat performance of a few minutes ago. "Well...I-" your breath catches in your chest as Camille's tongue does a rather inspired loop-de-loop feeling around the crown of your cock. You clear your throat and try to regain your composure, but a few giggles sneak out of the girls. Vanessa definitely noticed, but is still smiling at you patiently. "I was thinking that since my...condition, you know. I'm going to be visiting Caitlin a lot more and I'm hoping she'll also be coming by more often...?"

You cast a hopeful glance at your elder sibling and she nods affirmatively. "Definitely, little bro. Wild horses couldn't keep me away."

With a relieved expression that you hope you hid well enough, you continued. "I was hoping that you and I could hang out more often? Maybe you come along with Caitlin or when I swing by the campus?" Vanessa nods wordlessly with that same, encouraging smile. "I was also thinking that-oh fuck," you gasp out mid sentence and glance down. Camille is staring up at you and winks while loudly slurping away. She's intentionally trying to make you lose your train of thought while talking to a girl you have a massive crush on. Grabbing the back of her head with one hand, you swing your hips forward for a few thrusts while driving her face into your crotch forcefully. She 'glurks' and 'glacks' for several seconds while you use her mouth. "Cheeky cunt." you mutter before returning to the situation at hand. "Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted," you state before giving Camille an extra hard last shove and letting her get back to sucking you, "I'd like to see you a lot more with just..." you hesitate and finish shyly, "you and me?"

"Oh my god, that is so sweet!" Vanessa gushes and the other girls 'awww' like they just saw a puppy try to roll over. "Are you asking me out?"

You're blushing like mad and only manage to mutter out, "Well..maybe a bit." More cooing and kissing noises from the rest of the peanut gallery mix with the steady sucking sounds coming from below your belly button.

"Wooo-hooo!" Bella cheers. "Look at Van, playing the field!"

Vanessa blushes herself and looks shyly pleased as she twists a bit with embarrassment and laughs out a "Shut up!" to her friends.

That reminds you of something. "Speaking of," you say. "aren't you dating someone?"

The punk beauty look at you with a little bit of a surprised expression and replies with, "Anthony? Well sure."

"And how are things going with that?" you ask.

"We're doing great." she states easily. "I mean I'm not really looking for 'The One' or thinking about settling down but..." she shrugs. "If it happens, it happens. Why do you ask?"

"I mean, would he be cool with us hanging out, just you and me?" your tone is uncertain.

Another shrug from your crush. "Why wouldn't he be? He's a great guy John. Hell, if you want to tag along on our dates or want me to stay over with you more often, I'm cool with that. It gets me away from school for a while and lets me help my best friend's little brother." Vanessa fixes you with an imploring gaze. "This thing you've got is serious John. If I'm the help that works for you, than that's what you are getting. Nothing's stopping that."

"Tag along?" you ask. While Dana and Caitlin had sort of implied that with themselves earlier, you hadn't really thought of also including Vanessa in that kind of scenario. The thought makes your already solid cock give a happy jump in Camille's dutifully sucking mouth. The black slut makes an approving 'mmmm' sound and starts giving her head little twists as she continues to bob on your knob.

"Sure." Vanessa says matter-of-factly. "I mean, when we're hanging out do you want to actually hang out? Pizza, movies, that kinda gig? Or maybe a bit of the girlfriend experience? I could take you on dates and pay for everything." Her dark eyes light up. "Oh! That could be a great topic for my Gender Studies class!" she swipes a hand through the air like she's lining up an imaginary title. "'The Feminist Results of a Relationship When You Are Putting Out of Both Your Wallet and Your Body'." Her expression becomes thoughtful. "Has a bit of a ring to it. I'd probably ace that class." She smiles brilliantly.

"On the other hand, if want to use and **** me 24/7, I got no problems there. If every date with my boyfriend consists of you savagely reaming my asshole while I'm sobbing into my meal or screaming at the top of my lungs like some **** slut while you're pounding my cunt how hard I'm cumming and how much better your cock is while he's right there, let's do it."

You need a hole that isn't a mouth and it needs to be one of hers very soon after hearing that. For a few insane seconds, you think you're genuinely falling in love. Or maybe that's just the sensation of Camille trying to brush her tonsils with the head of your cock. "Frankly Vanessa. I'd love fucking you morning, noon and night. With or without an audience, your boyfriend included. I'd also love to just..." and you're blushing again. "do it sweet and slow sometimes. You could pretend we're soulmates." More 'awww'ing and giggling from the other girls. "But there's going to be plenty of times I'm going to want to use you like a multi-holed, interactive fleshlight."

Another one of her breathtaking smiles. "And what to you want to do with me now?"

"Fucking use you like a worthless whore." You answer instantly, surprising yourself a bit.

Vanessa takes a cheesy, kung-fu-esque stance and punches the air between the two of you. "Slut mode: ON. Vanessa-san, prepare yourself," she pauses dramatically, "to fuck and be fucked!" More laughter and some clapping from her friends. Caitlin and Camille just smile and roll their eyes. Well, Caitlin does both. Camille is still sucking and bobbing away with the occasional head tilting so she just does the eye roll. Meanwhile, Vanessa sways up to you with a sexy walk and presses her bare, round, bouncy knockers against your chest. She's grinding her bald pussy against the back of Camille's head and the black whore actually pauses and takes your cock as far down her throat as she can manage. She's trying to let Vanessa and you get as close as possible. It's sweet. In a pretty slutty way. Vanessa's tight, dark-pink nipples are poking you with evident arousal and she puts her face right up to yours and says with a husky whisper and anticipatory grin, "Let's do it."