The party begins

The four boys arrived half an hour before the match. Of course it was my role to greet them. The anal vibrator was turned off for now, but its mere size made it impossible to ignore. Not that this was a reason to complain, simply another factor that kept me in a state of perpetual horniness. I opened the door for the guests and was flattered by their reaction. Their jaws dropped open and their eyes went wide. I wondered what Tom had told them about me and what their expectations were. Judging from their reaction I had exceeded these expectations already.

“Hello, boys,” I welcomed them with a charming smile, “please, come in.”

“Ehm… hello,” said the first one uncertainly.

“Hi.”

“Thanks.”

“You look stunning!” the last one seemed to be the bravest or simply overcame the initial shock the quickest.

“Thank you, you’re so sweet,” I replied with a seductive smile.

I was not overacting, that was my actual mood. Tom showed up when they were crossing the threshold.

“Hi, guys,” he said casually, “meet my girlfriend Eve. Eve, meet Bob, Jeff, Zack and Terry.”

We did not shake hands, instead I hugged each of them tightly; or at least as tightly as my breasts allowed. They appreciated the welcoming gesture. Apparently they all managed to swiftly shrug off the initial shock and returned the hug, with interest. In his turn every boy wrapped his arms around me and grabbed my buttocks. I suspected that Tom had encouraged them to be so touchy. In my current aroused state I also welcomed such behaviour. When the lengthy greetings eventually ended I led the boys to my main room. I was walking first, so they could get a chance to stare at my booty. I added extra sway to my hips. I could feel their gazes on my ass. I was certain that together with the ‘hugging’ it was enough to make them hard. Which was only fair, because I was moist myself.

In the main room Tom had set up an armchair and two couches, one smaller and one larger, in an arc, so they were all facing the TV. There was a thick soft carpet on the floor; for a reason. The guests sat on the couches and Tom took the armchair.

“Be so kind, darling,” my boyfriend said, “and bring us some beers.”

“Coming right up,” I replied with a smile.

Their eyes lingered on my booty as I left the room, swaying my hips to the sides. Soon I returned with a tray, carrying five glasses with beer. The boys were looking somewhat impatient, but obviously not because they were so thirsty. As I delivered the beverage Tom said:

“There’s still some time before the game starts. Why don’t you sit down with us, Eve, and tell the guys about that bachelorette party.”

He gestured towards the larger couch, where Terry and Jeff left space for me between them.

“Oh, that party was a lot of fun,” I replied with a grin, then sat down with the boys.

“I’ll bring something for you to drink,” Tom added and stood up.

Before he left the room, Terry’s and Jeff’s hands were on my body. Each boy put one hand on my thigh and grabbed one of my breasts with the other. It seemed that they no longer required encouragement, but I was a hospitable host, so I parted my legs slightly and pushed my chest forward. That was all the invitation the boys needed and they began to grope my body eagerly. Their palms did not venture between my legs though, my thighs were thick enough to offer a lot of flesh to explore. Not racing for my pussy right away did not mean they were shy; quite the opposite. Their hands were greedy and possessive, groping my body hungrily without much regard for my comfort. In normal circumstances, during regular foreplay, this might have been too rough for me. But right now I was so horny that it was the kind of touch that I needed. With their hands on my breasts and thighs I began to tell them about the bachelorette party. The ‘touchers’ were somewhat distracted when I described our outfits in a few words. But when I reached the blowjobs I had everyone’s attention. Tom had returned by then and handed me a glass of wine. I paused to take a sip, then returned to the tale. Listening to a story might not be as attractive as looking at a scantily dressed woman or especially touching her. But the whole tale was a hundred percent true and very promiscuous; I could see that it was turning my guests on. Reminiscing that party was making me more aroused as well, as did being touch so lewdly.

After a few minutes Tom suggested that the guys should swap places, so Bob and Zack could enjoy my hospitality as well. Jeff and Terry were not overly disappointed, they were aware that the evening had only begun. I took a sip of wine and soon had two fresh pairs of hands groping my soft flesh. Bob and Zack were even greedier than their friends, which was understandable after a few minutes of watching the lewd spectacle and listening to a very naughty tale.

Occasionally I had problems focusing on my own story. Groping of my nylon-covered thighs was not as invasive, but my breasts were a different tale. They were more sensitive, the dress was thin and I was not wearing a bra. Surprisingly my boobs remained covered for now, but the boys not only groped them, but also played with my erect nipples through the fabric. I loved it all and my arousal just kept growing.

The boys swapped places two more times, so that everyone would get an even access. Their behaviour remained rather monotonous and I suspected that this part might have been directed by Tom to a certain degree. I suspected that he had instructed his friends not to reach between my legs yet. Everyone was having a blast, myself included, so there were no reasons to complain. When I was talking about the sex during the bachelorette party the boys listened more carefully. By the time I reached the gangbangs I had their complete attention.

Eventually I finished my story, the boys had erections in their trousers and even stains of pre-cum could be seen. I had finished my glass of wine and the guests were almost done with their beer. The match was about to start, so I stood up and fixed my dress. I waited for the boys to finish their beers, then I went to the kitchen to refill their glasses. This time I poured the wine for myself as well. When I returned I was surprised to find that we were taking a break and the boys were actually watching the game. Although they all turned their hands and looked at me with lust in their eyes. I suspected that Tom ‘recommended’ the pause and our guests obeyed. I handed them their beers, put my wine on the table and returned to the kitchen for the snacks. When I got back again Tom invitingly patted his thigh. I put the food on the table and happily sat in his lap, the glass of wine in my hand. I wiggled my booty to find a comfortable spot and to tease my boyfriend. I could easily feel his erection through our clothes. He did not have a precum stain on his trousers yet, but with me in his lap this could change quickly. Tom put one palm on my thigh, but did no more touching.

This pause was a clever idea; it teased all of us, although Tom probably the least, because he had cum in my ass yesterday. I was too horny for such a break to diminish my arousal in any meaningful way. My revealing outfit and the, still immobile, plug in my anus played a role as well. The other boys were clearly impatient for more action. They tried to split their attention between me and the game. Whenever my gaze crossed with one of them I smiled invitingly. The erotic tension never disappeared and only waited to erupt again.