by Неизвестный
“I don’t think so. Not yet. You made me wait this long, now you’re going to have to wait a bit longer. Don’t worry. I’ll be back.”
With that, he turned and walked out the door, locking it behind him. As I struggled against the silk, I felt my pussy tighten. A fresh wash of moisture coated my lips. The cool air from the old, drafty window caressed me and my nipples hardened. I could hear the party below me. The Christmas carols played the way they did every year, and the smell of cranberries and cookies filled the air. I tried to relax, to lie still. But, my mind kept wandering back to the party and all the things that had happened over the years.
I had never planned to have them all. I never set out to turn each Christmas Eve party into another sexual escapade. But that’s what had happened. And now James. He was the last of the eleven, and the one whom I wanted the most. From the first moment I saw him, I knew I had to have him. I had to feel his mouth on me, feel his cock deep inside me. If I had my way, he would have been first on the list. But despite my best efforts, he made me wait—wait until all the others had been exhausted.
It only left me wanting him more and more each year. The others had been fun, but James was the one whom I had waited all these years for.
* * * *
It had started several years before; a way to pass the time during Christmas break. The Twelve Days of Christmas show was a local tradition. Lots of students took part, especially ones like me who didn’t have anywhere else to go over the holidays. I became part of the eleven pipers, partially by accident. Originally I had my heart set on being one of the dancing ladies but, sadly, it was not to be. I couldn’t really play the instrument, at least not at first. But I faked my way through the early performances, learning as I went. The guys were so great, it felt so effortless. No drama like with all the dancing girls. It had been a blessing in disguise to become a piper.
As the years went on, our friendships grew and it soon became a huge part of my life. Even after school finished, the performances and the parties continued. The desire started to grow as well, the sexual tension building with each passing year. It soon became evident that some of the men were interested in a little more than eggnog and a friendly hug from me. At first I resisted what had become so obvious, but it was becoming difficult to deny my own feelings. It was common knowledge that a lot of sex happened at the Christmas Eve parties. I was beginning to feel like the pipers were being left out.
That first year, I hadn’t intended to begin our new tradition. I was just leaving the bathroom and I ran straight into Jason, a fellow piper. I thought he would just keep going right past me, but he didn’t. He looked down at me, letting his hands fall gently on my shoulders. We stood there like that for a while, his eyes roaming over me. I felt myself getting hot, my whole body flushed with unexpected heat. Just the mere touch of his hands on me made me crazy. With a surprising force, he pushed me back into the bathroom.
“Jason, what are you doing?”
He didn’t answer; he just dropped his lips to mine. I let him kiss me, let his hands wrap around my back. I could barely breathe when he pulled back.
“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.” He reached behind us and locked the bathroom door.
I thought it was just going to be a kiss. But as his mouth took mine again, the kiss quickly turned to a secret touch under my skirt, a slip of his hand into my panties. He seemed surprised to find me wet, and I was shocked at the speed of my own reaction. His finger pressed into my clit as his tongue continued to slide in and out of my mouth. I clutched at his shoulders, rocking my hips against him as the Christmas carols played gently, muted through the closed door.
He wasted no time working me into a frenzy; my orgasm was so close. We both ignored the footsteps in the hall and as his fingers rubbed against my clit, his middle finger slipped inside my wet cunt. I threw my head back as I came, my cries muffled by his hand over my mouth.
We looked at each other. I was still panting. I knew I had to return the favor to my friend. I couldn’t just let that big, beautiful erection in his pants go to waste. Kneeling before him, I got no protest as I loosened his belt. And he said nothing as I slid his pants to the floor. I gave him one last look, one last chance to stop me. He never did. I slid my lips over his cock and he grabbed the counter for balance. I felt his whole body stiffen as the voices in the hall grew louder. As time was of the essence, I didn’t mess around, pushing him deep into my throat with each stroke. The tile floor was cold under my knees; his hands wrapped roughly in my hair. It was a matter of seconds before I felt him swell and twitch under my tongue. His semen hit the back of my throat, hot and sticky. He was left to stop his own moans this time. As I stood, Jason stared at me in disbelief.
“Sorry. I didn’t plan for that to happen. I just got carried away.” His look was so apologetic, I wanted to hug him.
“No need to apologize, Jason. It was hot.”
“I thought you would slap me when I kissed you.”
“Not a chance.”
“Well, I’d better get back. Merry Christmas.” He kissed me on the cheek and walked out of the bathroom.
That was how it all started. The quickie in the bathroom with Jason set the stage for my yearly indiscretion. I wasn’t sure if Jason had told everyone, or if it had opened a floodgate that was doomed to open anyway. Whatever the reason, every year had become another adventure. It had all led me here to this dark room, waiting for James to come back and finish it. My hands started to feel numb, but no matter how I moved them, I couldn’t get any relief. I let my mind go again, trying to forget about the butterflies in my stomach that James had caused. I wondered what he was doing downstairs; if he was enjoying the thought of my torture.
After Jason, I had fixed my desires on Tom. I’m a bit embarrassed to say I wasn’t subtle with him. But luckily for me, it worked like a charm. After we got through all the usual pleasantries and mingling, I had no trouble getting Tom alone. The host and hostess of the party lived in a monstrously large house with plenty of room for holiday mischief. We saw another couple heading off for their own misdeeds as we made our way down the dark hall. Tom pulled me into a small room decorated with flowers. I paid little attention as the heat of his mouth singed my throat. We were standing in the center of the room exploring each other when I heard a voice come from the darkest corner.
“It’s about time, you two. I’ve been waiting forever.”
My attention snapped to the left, and I saw Rob sitting in a chair in the corner. Rob was another piper. His face was mostly blocked by shadows, but I could see his hand opening his zipper. I looked back at Tom, but he was just smiling. Clearly, he had been in on the whole plan.
“Don’t worry, Sarah. He just wants to watch. You don’t mind, do you?”
“My girlfriend wouldn’t like me taking part,” Rob said.
I couldn’t think of an answer. Did I mind? The “real me” would have. But the me who came to these parties, the me who had sucked off Jason the year before, didn’t mind. I shook my head no, and allowed Tom to continue peeling off my clothes. We disrobed slowly, wanting to provide Rob with a decent show. I tried to ignore his presence, ignore what the extra set of eyes in the room was doing to my pussy. But I couldn’t pretend it didn’t get me hot. Tom dropped his head between my thighs, pulling my red thong panties to the side. I heard Rob get up from the chair and go to the window. He pulled the shade back, allowing the moonlight to come in and brighten the room.
“That’s better. Now I can see your face, Sarah. And that beautiful pussy.”
Rob was still standing, staring at us. His eyes watched intently as Tom dragged his tongue over my wet slit, my hips rolling to meet his probing fingers. He shifted uncomfortably, his cock clearly straining in his boxers. He sat down and pulled his cock out, and I watched him stroke himself to my pleasure.
I became so entranced by Rob’s hand sliding up and down on his cock, I barely heard Tom tear open the condom package. He rolled it on an
d moved back above me, between my splayed thighs. My eyes moved back and forth between Tom and Rob, watching the two of them watching me. Tom guided his cock inside me, and I moaned into his shoulder. The Christmas carols played below us, filling the otherwise quiet room. I could hear Tom grunting above me, and Rob whimpering in the corner. I looked over at Rob and saw his cock moving in his hand. He caught me looking and smiled.
“Get on top, Sarah. I want to see you better.”
My face burned hot as Tom lay back on the bed. I climbed on top of him, his cock right below my pussy. I eased down slowly, letting him slip inside inch by inch. I heard Rob and Tom gasp together, both taking in the sight of my pussy swallowing Tom’s cock. I stopped when he was all the way inside, grinding my clit into his pelvis and tweaking my own nipples. I was into the show, feeling sexier and hotter than I ever had in my life. I started riding Tom, fucking him hard and fast. I grabbed his hand and pushed it to my clit, letting his fingers rub over my sensitive flesh. I could tell Rob and Tom were both close, their faces contorted in concentration. I leaned back, letting the light hit my body. I felt my orgasm creeping ever closer.
“Like what you see, boys?”
I never expected an answer, but I got one anyway. Rob gave one last tug on his cock and managed to choke off a wail as his come spurted out into a waiting tissue. Below me, Tom grabbed my hips, forcing me down onto his cock hard. I leaned forward, rubbing my clit against his undulating hips. The crest of my orgasm finally broke, and I cried out into his open mouth, my whole body shaking and trembling. With one last thrust, Tom came, his heavy breathing muffled by my desperate kisses.
The room again fell silent, filled only with our heavy breathing. I dressed quickly, leaving Tom and Rob to clean up. I went back to the party glowing and smelling of sex. No one seemed to notice. Except James. His look told me he knew what I had been up to. My pussy immediately felt empty again.
* * * *
I tensed on the bed as I heard more voices in the hall. I wished I weren’t naked, weren’t exposed in this room at this moment. I tried to make out what the voices were saying, but I had no luck. It wasn’t James. He was going to leave me here longer, to torture me even more. I was desperate to touch my aching cunt. I could feel the wet spot below me getting bigger, my arousal growing out of control. I couldn’t stop the thoughts pouring into my head. All the things that had happened over the years were bubbling to the surface, filling the time until James put me out of my misery.
After Tom and Rob, I had sworn an oath to myself I would behave. I had managed to avoid temptation and keep myself upright the following year. I had even managed to avoid James, who was busy chatting to two of the dancing ladies. But my restless body couldn’t help but wonder what was going on upstairs. I was certain there were shenanigans going on, and as I scanned the room I realized many of my fellow pipers seemed to be missing. Unable to control my curiosity for another moment, I sneaked up the stairs, walking the hall slowly. I listened for the familiar sounds of holiday fucking and when I wandered past the master suite, I was sure I heard Ian, one of my brethren, moaning. I stopped in my tracks and listened some more. There were more voices, all mixing together, and I decided to take a peek.
* * * *
Pushing the door slowly, I let my eyes adjust to the darkness. Ian was in the room, standing near the dresser, his cock sliding in and out of Parker’s mouth. Across the room, on the bed, Jake and David were wrapped around each other, kissing. I stood frozen for a moment, watching four of my piper buddies. I pushed the door open a little bit more and sneaked inside. No one seemed to notice my intrusion and if they did, they were too busy to stop me. I found a dark spot next to a chair and hunched down to take in the scene. Ian held Parker’s head in his hands, pushing and pulling his cock in and out of his mouth. I heard Parker moan around Ian’s cock, his hands grasping Ian’s narrow hips. Ian, whose eyes had been on David and Jake, spotted me. I panicked, waiting for him to say something, but he just smiled at me.
On the bed, David and Jake had started jerking each other off, their mouths and tongues still intertwined. I tried to fight the urge to rub my own clit, but I couldn’t stop myself any longer. I felt my heat through my pants, my pussy clearly wet and achy. I rubbed hard through the fabric, letting my fingers increase the heat in my pussy. David and Jake continued their rhythm, their hands moving in a brilliant tandem, choreographed to perfection. Ian thrust harder into Parker’s mouth, his strangled breathing mingling perfectly with the rest of the moans filling the room. I tried to stay quiet as my pussy pulsed, but a few stray sounds were soon sneaking out of my mouth.
Needing to feel my own wetness, I let my hand dive into my panties. They were completely soaked. I pressed two fingers inside my cunt, my thumb rubbing over my swollen clit. Suddenly, everything in the room grew more intense. David and Jake were almost frantic in their movements, each straining to hold out longer to give the other more pleasure. And Ian moved so quickly that Parker was starting to have trouble keeping up. My own body was tensing to the point of no return. My senses were being overloaded, and I needed to come. Just then, I heard Jake crying out in the dark, his cock twitching and unloading all over David’s hand. As if spurred on by his partner, David followed suit, his orgasm coming just as Jake’s had finished. I started coming, my pussy clenching and pulsing as Ian came in Parker’s mouth. I closed my eyes, listening to the sounds of pleasure filling the room, the Christmas carols drowned out by the sounds of ecstasy. I left quickly before anyone other than Ian discovered me. The party was still going on as normal, the action upstairs unnoticed.
* * * *
I was beginning to think James was never coming back. It was growing more and more uncomfortable in the room. I was cold, my toes and fingers completely numb. Despite my restless pussy, all I could think about at the moment was the nice hot chocolate downstairs. I heard the door lock click, and saw James enter the room. My whole body relaxed, as he approached the bed. He sat down next to me, the mattress bowing under his weight.
“How have you been, Sarah? Miss me?”
As he asked the question, his fingers traced over my stomach, teasing down to my pussy. I was sure he could feel the heat there without even touching me. He kept going, sliding a single finger between my slick lips, stopping just above my clit.
“Yes, James. I missed you.”
“Seems like it. What were you thinking about up here? Was it Jason, perhaps? Or what about Tom and Rob?”
I opened my mouth to confess, but he covered my lips with his, his tongue probing deeply into my mouth. His finger left my cunt and moved up to my hard nipples. He moistened each one with his damp finger, the cool air making them even harder. “I know, you were thinking about Ian and the boys. He told me what a naughty girl you were, sneaking in there and watching like that. You liked it, didn’t you?”
“Yes. I liked it.”
“Did you touch yourself?”
“Yes.”
As I answered, he sucked one taut nipple into his mouth. The heat was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the cool room. He sucked hard, grazing his teeth over my hard flesh without actually biting down. He toyed with the other nipple, his fingers teasing while his mouth tortured. I bucked my hips towards him, inviting him to touch me. But he ignored my silent pleas and continued his lazy teasing of my nipples.
He got up from the bed to shed his shirt and pants. I watched as he stood naked, his cock rising in the darkness. I was desperate to have him, and he knew it. He was going to make me wait, make me beg before he gave in. He sat down again, his hip resting next to mine. I waited for his next move, but he just looked at me, devouring me with his eyes.
“I know. You were thinking about Phil and Daniel, weren’t you?”
I hadn’t been, but as the words hit the air, my mind was shocked back to the scene from the year before. Daniel, Phil and I had gotten tipsy on the cheap champagne at the party and managed to make it upstairs to an empty room. I shook my head at the thoughts c
oming through. James brought me back, with a finger teasing my clit.
“You didn’t know it, but I was there. I saw the whole thing. You didn’t even notice me, did you?”
“No.”
This time, his finger slid all the way inside me, his palm rubbing gently over my hard clit. I tried to rub myself against him harder, but he kept pulling away from me. I moaned in disappointment as he smiled, enjoying my plight.
“I have to say, Sarah, I wasn’t expecting you to fuck both of them at the same time. But you didn’t hesitate for a moment. Tell me, who was better, Phil or Daniel?”
I couldn’t answer. I was too focused on his finger teasing me, his words hitting me like a ton of bricks.
“Come on, Sarah, don’t be shy. You can tell me. I know it all anyway. You think after watching you do that, we have any secrets?”
“I can’t believe you know about them all. I can’t believe they told you.”
“Of course I do. We’re all friends. And since I was the only one who hadn’t yet had the pleasure of having you, the boys took it upon themselves to share with me. Were you trying to make me jealous, Sarah?”
“I wanted you. From the very beginning, I wanted you the most.”
“I know. That’s why I made you wait for it. I wanted you to come to me. I wanted to hear you ask for it. But you never did.”
His one finger became two, pressing me open further. I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut against the flood of sensations between my legs.
“Open your eyes, Sarah. Look at me.”
I did as he asked, staring up into his blue eyes. Even in the dark, they were sparkling. He pulled his fingers from my cunt and brought them to my mouth, making me suck them clean.
“Tell me, Sarah. Tell me how much you want me.”
“I need you to fuck me, James. I can’t wait anymore. I want it.”
“Not good enough. But it’s a start.” He got up and moved down the bed. He pushed my thighs wide apart and settled between them. He opened my pussy, letting the cool air hit me. I shivered both from the cold and the feel of his fingers on me.