Sex On The Party Bus

One week later…

I was sitting in the living room on a Thursday night when Ian walked in and sat next to me. I turned and looked at him. He had this huge smile on his face. I furrowed my eyebrows, “what?”

“It’s been a week; your birthday is this Saturday and we are going to fuck your brains out.”

I squinted; a week had gone by. How was I going to get out of it? Becca had just walked in with Roger, “Tomorrow is the big day, bags are packed we are ready!”

“Now, hold up—”

She placed her hand on her hip, “You said you would, no taksies backsies, we are waxing that ass this weekend my friend. I suggest you get prepared.”

I stood up, “I can’t. I never requested the time off. I didn’t think you’d be able to make a whole week.”

“And yet, we did,” said Roger.

“Besides, I already talked to Joe, he said you can take off this weekend. He said you need to get laid,” added Becca.

“He did not say that.”

“Not in those exact words, he did say you were uptight and needed to relax. And a weekend of serious fucking will have you walking on a cloud…like me. Why do you think I’m always so happy? It’s the power of the mighty O.”

Roger placed his finger on my lips, “Every nasty little thing and then some,” he grinned.

I rolled my eyes, “I’m going to my room.” I walked off.

“Tomorrow, love we leave first thing in the morning!” I heard Ian belted out.

When morning arrived, Becca wasted no time coming into my room with an outfit she had picked out, “Wear this,” she said tossing a red shirt dress on my bed with a red thong. “Fucking will commence shortly; our ride is on the way.”

After getting dressed and eating breakfast, we were ready to roll. Becca looked out the front window, “The party bus has arrived,” she squealed. She walked over to me and gave me a quick kiss on my lips and squeezed my ass, “Let’s go my little caramel crunch.”

I had to gather myself for a moment. Ian whispered into my ear, “You did say—”

“Yeah, I know. I know Ian.”

He pulled me close and kissed my mouth, “We are going to have a great time.”

I walked outside and saw this bus that could hold at least 15 people, “Why do we need a bus that big for four people?”

“Look inside,” Becca said.

I went into the bus and saw a bunch of familiar faces. Our next-door neighbor Paulo this Brazilian man and his wife Trisha, another neighbor Peter, and low and behold, my supervisor Joe with his fiancé Marley.

He flashed that million-dollar smile, “Couldn’t miss your big 28th birthday celebration, you remember Marley, my fiancé?”

“Yes,” I said as I shook her hand. Now, this was both exciting and awkward. Working with Joe was not going to be the same after the weekend.

He whispered to me before I sat, “This will be our little secret.”

I nodded. I didn’t plan on telling anyone and if his fiancé was okay with a planned orgy then I planned on sucking the skin off his dick and riding his cock until my back ached. He had no idea that I had plenty of sexual energy pent up.

We were all seated in this pimped-out bus, which had food, wine, a stripper pole, music, and velvet seats. The partition closed and shortly we were on the road headed to the marina for a weekend on a yacht.

The drinks were poured. One bottle after another we got drank various wines. I was finally starting to loosen up. I laughed as I watched Becca and Marley on the stripper pole. They were kissing and fondling each other. Joe sat next to me watching his woman kiss my roommate. I could see his cock bulging against the shorts he wore.

Peter and Paulo were fondling Trish. Each had one of her tits in their mouth while she stroked both of their cocks. It did look sexy. I was getting aroused. My pussy got wetter with everything I saw.

Ian and Roger were engaged in a heavy dose of kissing and stroking each other’s cocks. That wasn’t unusual for me. I had seen them fuck numerous times.

I turned to Ken and smiled. He smiled. “Looks like everyone is having a good time.”

I nodded. His hand touched my chin and he turned my head. Our lips touched and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Don’t be shy girl, kiss him like you mean it!” said Marley as she was standing by the pole fingering Becca with delight. Becca bit her lip. She looked so at ease. I admired how free she was.

When I turned to look at Joe, he didn’t waste time sticking his tongue in my mouth. His kisses were divine, so slow and passionate. His hand crept under my dress and found my pearl. He made tiny circles while gazing into my eyes. I panted and moaned softly. I felt when his fingers penetrated.

“You can touch me,” he said.

I pulled out his cock and stroked it. Our lips touched again and we were stroking each other nicely. I heard sounds of moans from Trisha. I looked over and saw her husband Paulo had her sitting on his cock in reverse as Peter stood in front getting his knob polished to perfection.

Becca had taken a seat on Roger’s cock. Marley looked over and saw me and Joe enjoying ourselves too much, so she walked over, “Thanks for warming him up.”

He looked disappointed. I could tell he wanted my mouth on his cock. But she was already sitting on it and kissing his mouth.

Ian summoned me. I scooted over to him. I was nervous. He got between my legs and feasted. Licking the folds and tasting my already dripping honey. I pulled his hair and bit my lip. Becca got a kick out of watching Ian eat me out. She dismounted Roger and began licking my tits, kissing my mouth, and playing with my pussy. Roger got behind her and spoon fucked her as she kissed me.

Ian got on his knees and pushed his fat long cock into my pussy. I watched as it disappeared inside of me. “Fuck,” I said taking all of him in and seeing my little cunt getting stretched. He leaned in and kissed my mouth. His cock pressing against my walls was enough to make me cream, I let out a loud moan from the pit of my belly as I climaxed gripping his arms and shaking.

“Yeah, that’s it, Kori,” he said as he fucked me faster and later erupted. He pulled out and cum leaked from me. I was still shaking. He smiled, “Nice work.”