The countdown party at Isabel’s place took place on the 31st, and I can proudly say we pulled off every plan we had and the best part was completing a scheme we’d been plotting for years. It was bold, mischievous, and completely out of the ordinary for me. Even now, I’m not sure if anyone captured us on camera but if they did, it would have been a wildly entertaining memory.
To spice up the night, we exchanged gifts, and there was one rule: everyone had to buy lingerie and wear it for the countdown. On paper, it sounded simple, but the real excitement lay in the anticipation and playful tension it created. The delicate fabrics, the teasing designs, and the knowledge of how we would see each other transformed a quiet evening into something charged with private thrills.
The first thing we did was exchange our gifts, which would double as our outfits for the night, both indoors and outdoors. Each of us picked from a large box filled with surprises.
The lingerie I chose, “sponsored” by Carissa, was simple yet daring: a pink cami-style set with lightly padded cups. The length, however, was shorter than I anticipated, revealing just enough to be provocative. Even standing upright, the curve of my hips and the outline of the g-string were clearly visible, making the outfit feel cheekily bold and perfectly suited for the playful night ahead.
CY seemed to have luck on her side. She picked the lingerie I had prepared for her, a delicate two-piece set, lightweight and perfect for sleeping. The fabric was soft and slightly sheer, with no padding at all, so her nipples could be clearly seen, subtly poking through. The design accentuated her natural curves, hugging her body in all the right places, making the set both daring and effortlessly alluring.
Charmaine chose the dress-style lingerie prepared by CY. It was daringly sexy and skimpy, hugging her curves tightly and leaving very little to the imagination. The fabric was soft and sheer, completely unpadded, so her nipples were clearly visible, poking through enticingly. Under the light, the translucence of the material highlighted every contour of her body, making the lingerie feel boldly provocative, a perfect mix of seductive allure and elegant confidence.
For Isabel, the navy-colored lingerie chosen by Charmaine was intended to be classy, but her height and figure turned it into something undeniably sexy. The piece was small, whether by design or coincidence, it fit her snugly, accentuating every curve. When she tried it on, her G-string was fully visible, her nipples poking through the sheer fabric, and her deep cleavage was impossible to miss. The lingerie clung to her in all the right places, teasing and daring, leaving little to the imagination. And even that wasn’t the most provocative detail of the set.
Carissa’s lingerie, chosen by Isabel, was easily the most daring and shocking piece of the night. If I had to describe it, it was essentially just a bra and panties, but with a twist that left almost nothing to the imagination. The bra offered no coverage at all for her nipples, leaving them fully exposed, while the panties were crotchless, revealing everything below. At first, we assumed it was some kind of prank, but there was nothing else in the box, this was the intended outfit. The sheer audacity of it made Carissa both embarrassed and thrillingly exposed
By the time we were all dressed, the room was buzzing with anticipation. Each outfit perfectly reflected the wearer’s personality, playful, daring, elegant, or shockingly bold. Dinner was a lively affair, prepared by me, Isabel, and Carissa, but the air was thick with playful tension. Carissa sat directly across from me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her exposed nipples, barely hidden.
Charmaine’s teasing glances only added to the charged atmosphere. It was clear that Carissa was getting wet, and when she finally stood after dinner, faint wet spots were visible on her chair
Even after dinner, most of the teasing continued to focus on Carissa, with a little attention directed toward me as well, though less intensely. While we chatted and laughed, a few of us couldn’t resist subtle, private touches, exploring our own excitement in quiet, teasing ways but as we had agreed beforehand, no one was to take things too far or indulge fully before midnight, everything was meant to build anticipation for the countdown.
As the clock ticked closer to midnight, Carissa mischievously suggested we all remove our G-strings or shorts and toss them outside, turning it into our own playful version of fireworks. I hesitated at first, my lingerie barely covered anything but the group quickly overruled me, and we all went along with the plan.
One by one, we slipped out of our bottoms, revealing ourselves fully. I was completely shaved, smooth and exposed, as were Isabel and CY. Charmaine had just a hint of hair, soft and minimal, while Carissa sported a neat Brazilian wax with a small landing strip down the center. The sight of each other in this daring display sent an electric thrill through the room, our curves and contours fully visible in the dim light.
Once the real fireworks ended and we watched the last bursts on TV, it was time to put our plans into action. Each of us had to draw two dares from the mystery box, which contained over twenty challenges in total. Some were simple, like standing or posing naked, while others were wildly audacious like venturing out to the 7-11 in nothing but our birthday suits. Many of the more extreme dares had been suggested by Isabel and some of my readers, adding a daring, unpredictable edge. Unlike our usual games, there was no opting out or punishment, whatever was drawn, we had to carry it out, no questions asked.
Carissa may have ended up with the most revealing outfit of all, but she drew the easiest dares. Her first challenge was simple yet provocative, to face-call one of her guy friends while showing off her bare shoulders (her second challenge). Without hesitation, she picked up her phone and completed the dare immediately. The reaction on the other end was priceless, he sounded momentarily dumbfounded, caught off guard by the unexpected glimpse, and quickly ended the call after a brief, awkward greeting.
Next was CY, who ended up with one of the tougher dares. Her first challenge was to sleep naked in the living room, a bold, daring move that immediately drew attention. But her second dare was even more intense: she had to wear a nipple clipper for the entire night. The effect was unmistakable; her nipples were swollen and pronounced, so prominent that not even a thick, padded bra could hide them. The combination of her daring outfit and the clipper made her impossible to ignore, and on our way home, both of us turned heads wherever we went, drawing curious glances from anyone who noticed.
As for me, my first dare was simple in theory: no peeing in the house. Of course, I couldn’t resist a quick break before the game officially began. My second dare was more challenging and teasingly public, I had to remain in my current outfit and act as the driver for the night. Luckily, Isabel’s dad’s car had window shades, giving me a bit of privacy while still keeping the thrill of exposure alive.
Originally, my second dare had involved removing my top and leaving them at a bus stop, but since we’d been bottomless from the start and my top is my last shield, the challenge was cleverly adjusted, keeping the teasing, mischievous energy alive without changing the playful thrill of the night.
Charmaine and Isabel had dares that were remarkably similar. Charmaine’s first task was to buy a bag of potato chips, while Isabel's first task had to grab a Coke in their lingerie. Since it was already late at night, we all agreed they could drape a towel over themselves for some modest cover as they completed the challenge at the same Mama Store. Even with the towel, their sheer, clinging lingerie made every movement undeniably provocative. The shop owner, an Indian lady, couldn’t hide her surprise at the sight of the two daring girls, and according to Charmaine, the woman had been staring at them, especially the top, the moment they stepped in. The combination of audacity, exposure, and the thrill of being watched made the simple act of shopping feel electrifyingly mischievous.
Charmaine’s second dare proved to be even more challenging. She had to walk back to Isabel’s house from the nearest bus stop wearing nothing but her lingerie and a loosely draped towel. Her exposed, clinging outfit drew plenty of attention from the people waiting at the bus stop, every step filled with playful tension and teasing vulnerability.
By the time we finally returned, it was past 2 a.m., and the streets were bustling with people coming back from the countdown celebrations. Our little group, plus Isabel’s mischievous antics, attracted even more curious glances. At one point, Isabel pressed her bare chest against the car window, a spontaneous and teasing move that wasn’t part of her original dare but added an extra layer of excitement and a lot of unwanted attention, on our way home.
Isabel’s second dare was, she had to get completely naked inside the car and throughout the whole ride home. The thrill of being fully exposed in a confined space, with everyone watching, sent shivers through the group.
After what felt like forever, having to match Charmaine’s slower pace along the way, we finally arrived back at Isabel’s house. The moment we parked the car, we hurried inside Isabel’s house, glancing around nervously to make sure no one had followed us. Once inside, we collapsed onto the sofa, cheering and laughing for Charmaine’s daring efforts. Suddenly, Isabel’s voice cut through our excitement. She was already in the backyard, pulling out a couple of mats, her mischievous grin hinting at what was coming next.
After laying out the mats, we exchanged mischievous glances, silently asking who would strip down first. As always, Isabel wasted no time leading the way. She peeled off her lingerie with a confident, teasing grace, her gaze meeting ours in a way that sent shivers through me. The sight alone stirred something deep inside, igniting a rush of excitement. Watching her undress, knowing exactly why we were all shedding our clothes, made my pulse quicken. As I followed suit, stripping off my own lingerie, the thrill of exposure and the shared daring act between us became an intoxicating, electrifying turn-on.
I was still folding my lingerie when Isabel confidently led the way, settling onto the mat with her legs spread, a playful gleam in her eyes. She gestured for us to join, silently commanding the next move, and the teasing tension in the air made it impossible to resist.
There was no formal seating plan; our positions were simply determined by the numbers we had drawn earlier. CY ended up facing Isabel, while Charmaine positioned herself in front of CY. I was next in line, and between Isabel and me sat Carissa. Somehow, the arrangement naturally formed a circle. I’m sure you can already imagine the playful mischief we had planned with this intimate setup.
Yes, the ultimate plan was for each of us to pleasure one another, guiding and teasing each other to the edge, ensuring that no one would be left wanting.
As we settled onto the mats, Isabel instructed us to lie on our right sides, each of us facing the person in front, our gazes drawn to the curve and movement of their bodies.
As we settled onto the mats, Isabel instructed us to lie on our right sides, each of us facing the person in front. We moved closer to each other to avoid straining our bodies, our heads nestled between each other’s legs. From this position, I could not only feel the slick heat of their wetness but also see and smell the rising, heated excitement, the teasing tension and anticipation almost tangible in the air.
With my head nestled between Charmaine’s legs, I could feel the slick heat of her tight, sexy folds just centimeters from my face, the warmth and subtle pressure teasing me with every slight movement. It was close enough to give me an intimate, almost hypnotic view of her glistening pink inner walls, slightly parted and inviting. The subtle, musky scent of her arousal filled my senses, intoxicating and raw, while the sight of her wet, trembling flesh sent shivers racing through my body. My heart pounded, my breaths coming faster, and a delicious, molten heat pooled between my thighs, my own wetness spreading as every nerve in me ignited at the closeness and intimacy of it.
My arousal didn’t stop there. It spiked further as I felt Carissa’s head pressed eagerly between my legs, her warmth and attention teasing me in the most tantalizing way. Knowing she had a full view of my shaved pussy and swollen clit, watching, teasing, and claiming me in equal measure, left me utterly undone. My body betrayed itself completely, quivering and trembling in helpless, delicious surrender, every touch and glance sending ripples of shivering pleasure through me.
As requested, I’ll go into a bit more detail here.
After a couple of minutes spent settling into position and adjusting to each other, Isabel gave the silent command, and the teasing began. One by one, each of us started exploring the tight, eager, slick folds in front of us, fingers gliding, teasing, and pressing, our touches deliberate yet playful, stoking the mounting heat and anticipation in the circle.
I slid my fingers gently into the tight, slick rim of Charmaine’s pussy, feeling her warmth and wetness immediately. She shivered under my touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips as her body instinctively trembled. I slowly parted her folds, exploring the soft, glistening walls of her inner lips, teasing the sensitive flesh with deliberate, playful strokes. Her juices coated my fingers almost instantly, and I traced them along her slick folds, savoring the taste and scent of her arousal as I continued to explore deeper.
Every slight quiver, every little gasp, told me exactly how she was responding, and I adjusted my movements to draw out the pleasure, swirling my fingers inside her, then circling and pressing on her clit, letting her juices mingle with the rhythm.
While I was fingering Charmaine, Carissa’s fingers slid eagerly over my pussy, teasing, tickling, and exploring without restraint. My clit throbbed and hardened under her touch, but I knew she had no intention of bringing me off just yet—we had all agreed to take it slow. After a few tantalizing strokes, she didn’t hold back any longer; slicked from my own juices, she plunged her fingers straight into my open hole, unhesitating and urgent. I gasped as waves of pleasure surged through me, my juices spilling freely on their own. Charmaine was just as wet as I was, and my fingers were now dripping with her slick, sweet release as I continued to play with her folds. The combination of Carissa’s bold intrusion and the heat of Charmaine beneath me pushed every nerve in my body into overdrive, leaving me trembling and utterly undone.
In a sudden, teasing move, I pulled my fingers out of Charmaine’s slick hole and brought them to my lips, sucking them in slowly. The taste of her juice, slightly salty, rich, and intoxicating, sent shivers of electricity through me, igniting every nerve ending. Unable to resist, I slipped my fingers back inside her, sliding deep into her warmth, seeking out the rough, sensitive spot that made her hips twitch uncontrollably.
Her body reacted instantly: she arched against me, trembling and quivering, little gasps escaping her lips with each deliberate push of my fingers. Her breaths grew faster, hitching in soft moans, and I could feel the tightening of her inner walls around me as the tension built. Her thighs quivered and her hips jerked in small, frantic pulses, every shiver and twitch a clear signal that she was spiraling closer to the edge.
I maintained a slow, teasing rhythm, alternating between curling my fingers inside her and tracing circles over the sensitive spot, prolonging the delicious torture. The heat and wetness of her folds coated my hands completely, mixing with her juices that slicked my skin. Her moans became louder, shaky, and desperate, body arching higher as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Then, with a sudden, shuddering gasp, she exploded beneath me, her juices spilling freely and soaking my fingers, her entire body trembling in the aftermath of her release. My hands were utterly covered in her warm, sweet wetness, and the scent of her arousal hung thick in the air, intoxicating and heady.
Shortly after Charmaine’s orgasm, Carissa turned her full attention to me. Her fingers, slick from my own juices, didn’t hesitate as she found my G-spot with precision. At first, she teased gently, letting her touch trace circles and press with deliberate patience, building the tension until every nerve ending in my body was humming with anticipation. Then, without warning, she started to thrust rhythmically, pressing deep and relentless against that sensitive spot.
The sensations hit me like a jolt of electricity, waves of pleasure pulsing from deep inside, radiating outward in powerful, shivering tremors. My back arched, hips lifting instinctively as my hands clawed at the mat beneath me. My breath came in ragged gasps, and my moans tore out involuntarily as the intensity climbed. Every flick and curl of her fingers sent my body into spasms, my clit throbbing in perfect sync with the explosive pulses of my G-spot orgasm. My juices spilled freely, soaking her fingers and dripping down my thighs, while my body shuddered uncontrollably, legs trembling and hips jerking as the waves of ecstasy rolled over me again and again.
When my climax finally ebbed, leaving me trembling and gasping, I felt the subtle shift of movement beside me, Carissa’s body quivering violently. From where I was, I could see her back arch sharply, her chest lifting off the mat as her hips bucked uncontrollably against Isabel’s skilled fingers. Her hands clawed at the surface beneath her, fingers digging in as if to ground herself against the overwhelming waves of pleasure.
Her moans started soft, almost restrained, but quickly escalated into high-pitched, ragged cries that filled the room. Each pulse of Isabel’s touch made her shiver, thighs trembling and legs jerking, body writhing with abandon. Her face contorted in ecstasy, lips parted and quivering, eyes fluttering shut as gasps and desperate whimpers escaped her mouth in a constant, unrelenting rhythm.
I could see the slick wetness glistening on her folds, evidence of how intensely she was surrendering to the pleasure, her muscles clenching repeatedly with each wave of her orgasm. Her trembling didn’t stop with the peak; her body continued to convulse in small spasms, her moans lingering, soft yet desperate, as if every nerve ending was still on fire.
As I soaked in the sight of Carissa’s intense orgasm, my attention was drawn to Cy, her moans cutting through the air and capturing me completely. Charmaine’s fingers were working relentlessly on Cy, tracing and pressing over every sensitive curve, while Cy’s own hands were equally busy, one circling Isabel’s clit, the other plunging deep into her wet, glistening hole.
Cy moved with urgent precision, each stroke and curl driving Isabel higher, making her gasp and moan uncontrollably, even with her mouth still pressed against Carissa’s slick folds. The sight of Cy so focused, working tirelessly over Isabel’s arousal, was hypnotic
At that moment, if anyone had seen and recorded us, it would have been the most unforgettable New Year gift imaginable, not just for the sheer audacity of five naked, writhing women lost in pleasure, but for the raw intimacy, the intertwined moans, and the relentless, shameless indulgence of each other’s bodies. Every gasp, every slick, trembling touch, every moan and shiver was a vivid testament to desire unrestrained, a chaotic, erotic symphony that no recording could ever fully capture, yet would leave anyone watching completely mesmerized.
My brief pause didn’t last long, Carissa was quick to resume, diving back into her work with focused intensity. I wasn’t sure if it was my heightened sensitivity or just the effect of her skillful touch, but as her tongue and fingers explored me again, my juices began to flow freely, soaking me anew.
And she didn’t stop there, Carissa’s sucking was firm, insistent, far from gentle, sending jolts of electric pleasure through me with every motion. Even as a slight chill ran over me from overstimulation, she deliberately licked her fingers clean right in front of me, flaunting it with teasing audacity. Exhausted but aroused, I could only smile weakly at her, completely undone by the combination of her relentless attention and playful dominance.
We paused briefly after each of us had orgasmed at least twice or thrice. My pussy still throbbed, swollen and burning, a lingering reminder of the intensity we’d just shared.
Thankfully, the backyard was secluded, if anyone had been watching, we might have made headlines.
As we rested, Cy silently crawled over to me, her fingers already slick and glistening. I was lying on my back, legs spread wide, expecting a quiet moment but she had other plans. Not only did she pinch and tweak my clit with teasing precision, she leaned down and pressed her mouth against me, licking and nipping at my folds in a way that drove me wild. The combination of her fingers and tongue, teasing and claiming me simultaneously, pushed my body over the edge.
Within minutes, I was undone, my third orgasm exploding through me. I screamed, loud and unrestrained, as electric pulses surged from my core up my spine, leaving me trembling, gasping, and utterly spent.
All of them laughed as I rode out my orgasm, my loud screams filling the backyard. Isabel, noticing how intense it was, suggested we move back to the living room to continue the night. No one hesitated. The moment we locked the back door and dimmed the lights, the atmosphere shifted instantly charged, intimate, and electric. This time, everyone was hyper-sensitive; even after only a few moments of teasing and touch, moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room. Carissa was the loudest, her cries echoing as she lost herself completely, setting the tone for the next round of indulgence.
Carissa was the first to orgasm, her whole body tightening before she collapsed into trembling waves of release. The moment it hit her, she froze mid-movement, her breath catching as the pleasure overwhelmed her completely. Isabel, ever the mischievous one, gave Carissa no chance to recover. With a wicked grin, she tugged Carissa upward and guided her bottom exactly where she wanted her. Her face. It was bold, unexpected, but completely in character for Isabel.
Fortunately for me, during that brief chaos of shifting bodies and rising pleasure, I managed to catch a moment to breathe, while still eating on Charmaine's pussy.
The next moment was absolutely wild, Carissa suddenly let out a sharp, uncontrollable scream that snapped everyone’s attention to her at once. The force of her orgasm was so intense that it hit Isabel in a way none of us expected. Juice was leaving Isabel’s cheeks and jaw, shining with the evidence of just how powerfully Carissa orgasm.
For a second, the whole room went still, all of us staring, stunned and breathless, before bursting into shocked laughter at the sheer intensity of it.
The scene was literally a porn site. Carissa was straddling on Isabel's face in a way that left nothing to the imagination, while Cy was intensively fingering Isabel
Charmaine and I were staring at Carissa's orgasming, before I could even process it, Charmaine shifted closer to me, her breath warm against my cheek. Our eyes met for just a heartbeat before she leaned in, brushing her lips against mine in a slow, melting kiss that stole whatever breath I had left.
Our mouths met only briefly before Charmaine shifted downward with deliberate, teasing intent. Every movement was slow, knowing, and perfectly attuned to my reactions, sending shivers through me. The heat between us grew quickly, and I could feel the rush of pleasure rising before I even fully caught my breath.
Charmaine guided me gently, positioning us into a 69 on our sides, our legs draped over each other’s heads in a tangle that brought our bodies impossibly close. Her curves pressed against mine, and I could feel every subtle shift of her weight as we settled. My face nestled into her slick folds, and the taste hit me immediately, sweet, slightly musky, and intoxicatingly warm. Her arousal coated my tongue thickly, each flick of my tongue drawing moans from her lips, quivering along her body and straight into mine.
I traced her inner rim with deliberate circles, savoring the sharp spike of pleasure, the way her juices pooled and dripped down, coating my lips and chin. The longer I lingered, the more intense her flavor became, sticky, warm, and heady, clinging to every corner of my mouth. Each flick and swirl of my tongue made her tremble, shiver, and groan
Her heat pressed into my face, her folds slick and inviting, and as I continued, the rhythm of her pulses guided me. I could taste her quivering, every tremor amplifying the flavor, each shudder of her orgasm painting my senses with pure, intoxicating desire.
The wetness pooled not only on my lips and tongue but began to drip down my chin.
Every pulse of her orgasm pulled me closer to the edge, until I could no longer hold back. My muscles tensed, my hips bucked instinctively, and I felt the flood of my own climax crashing through me. My juices mingled with hers, wetness sliding down my thigh to the floor, slick and warm, as my own cries joined her gasps.
Even as I trembled and gasped, Charmaine’s fingers reached for me, teasing my clit, prolonging my ecstasy, making me wring out every last drop of pleasure while still tasting her. Her moans, her shivers, her body’s release intertwined perfectly with mine, creating an endless loop of heated, dripping, overwhelming pleasure.
After our intense, dripping orgasm, Charmaine and I collapsed onto the floor, bodies slick, trembling, and utterly spent. I wanted to continue, to push for more, but my muscles were screaming for rest, my arms sore, my tongue heavy, and every nerve still humming from the overload of pleasure. The air around us was thick with our scents, sticky and musky, a tangible reminder of the intensity we’d just shared.
A few minutes later, Isabel’s body finally gave in. She hadn’t squirted like Carissa, but the obvious wetness leaking down her thighs left no doubt about how intensely she had climaxed, and to my surprise, she had even peed a little. Violent shivers still wracked her from head to toe, every inch of her pushed to the limit. Her fingers trembled slightly as her body slowly tried to settle, and she collapsed fully, gasping and spent, utterly knocked out.
Cy, the final victor of the night, sank down beside Isabel, who was still trembling and jerking from the aftershocks of her climax. I was too drained even to reach out to her, lying there in a haze of sweat, satisfaction, and lingering desire, every nerve still alive with the night’s intensity. The heat of our shared ecstasy clung to every curve of my body, leaving me both exhausted and electrified, still reeling from the overwhelming pleasure we had just unleashed.
As the winner, Cy claimed the new 9-inch dildo, straddling it with a mix of eagerness and anticipation. She lowered herself slowly, each movement deliberate, her body trembling as the tip entered. Almost immediately, waves of intense pleasure coursed through her, pushing her past the edge. Her shivers ran from head to toe, toes curling tightly, fingers digging into the mat beneath her. Her back arched, every muscle taut, and her gasps and moans filled the room, raw and unrestrained.
The intensity was so overwhelming that when she tried to pull the dildo out, her body clenched around it involuntarily, trapping it in place. She struggled briefly, her movements frantic with desire and embarrassment, unable to free herself. Isabel, ever mischievous and precise, leaned over and guided her, helping to gently remove it while teasing her further. Even as relief came, Cy was still shivering violently, her body wracked with aftershocks of the intense, uncontrollable orgasm. Meanwhile, Isabel couldn’t resist continuing to flick her Cy's clit, adding to the chaotic symphony of pleasure in the room.
Soon, everyone was drifting off to sleep, completely spent, sprawled across the living room with little regard for modesty. Naked bodies lay entwined or side by side, limbs overlapping, breaths slowing in the haze of exhaustion and lingering arousal. The room was a chaotic mixture of warmth, sweat, and the faint scent of desire, yet no one cared, sleep was the only priority.
By 6 a.m., Charmaine was the first to stir, nudging the rest of us awake. Despite our exhaustion, there was no time to linger; cleaning and dressing had to be done before everyone could leave. Isabel, ever daring, tackled the tidying in her birthday suit, moving with casual confidence as if the nudity didn’t matter at all. Cy and I, still too tired to bother with bras, quietly made our way home in our current state, letting the cool morning air brush against our bare chests as we slipped out the door. The night’s chaos had left its mark, and yet, even in our raw, exposed state, there was a shared satisfaction none of us would forget.
P.S.
Now, after typing all this, I can’t help but admit, I’m still wet. I can hardly believe we actually did all of it, the licking, fingering, and relentless orgasms. Every touch, every gasp, every shared moment of indulgence was intoxicating. I can’t wait for the next big event. The pleasure we gave each other was, without a doubt, the best gift I received in 2018. I hope you all enjoy the fantasies and let your imagination wander. As for me… it’s time to ‘let go’ and savor the memories. Goodnight.
The scene was literally a porn site. Carissa was straddling on Isabel's face in a way that left nothing to the imagination, while Cy was intensively fingering Isabel
Charmaine and I were staring at Carissa's orgasming, before I could even process it, Charmaine shifted closer to me, her breath warm against my cheek. Our eyes met for just a heartbeat before she leaned in, brushing her lips against mine in a slow, melting kiss that stole whatever breath I had left.
Our mouths met only briefly before Charmaine shifted downward with deliberate, teasing intent. Every movement was slow, knowing, and perfectly attuned to my reactions, sending shivers through me. The heat between us grew quickly, and I could feel the rush of pleasure rising before I even fully caught my breath.
Charmaine guided me gently, positioning us into a 69 on our sides, our legs draped over each other’s heads in a tangle that brought our bodies impossibly close. Her curves pressed against mine, and I could feel every subtle shift of her weight as we settled. My face nestled into her slick folds, and the taste hit me immediately, sweet, slightly musky, and intoxicatingly warm. Her arousal coated my tongue thickly, each flick of my tongue drawing moans from her lips, quivering along her body and straight into mine.
I traced her inner rim with deliberate circles, savoring the sharp spike of pleasure, the way her juices pooled and dripped down, coating my lips and chin. The longer I lingered, the more intense her flavor became, sticky, warm, and heady, clinging to every corner of my mouth. Each flick and swirl of my tongue made her tremble, shiver, and groan
Her heat pressed into my face, her folds slick and inviting, and as I continued, the rhythm of her pulses guided me. I could taste her quivering, every tremor amplifying the flavor, each shudder of her orgasm painting my senses with pure, intoxicating desire.
The wetness pooled not only on my lips and tongue but began to drip down my chin.
Every pulse of her orgasm pulled me closer to the edge, until I could no longer hold back. My muscles tensed, my hips bucked instinctively, and I felt the flood of my own climax crashing through me. My juices mingled with hers, wetness sliding down my thigh to the floor, slick and warm, as my own cries joined her gasps.
Even as I trembled and gasped, Charmaine’s fingers reached for me, teasing my clit, prolonging my ecstasy, making me wring out every last drop of pleasure while still tasting her. Her moans, her shivers, her body’s release intertwined perfectly with mine, creating an endless loop of heated, dripping, overwhelming pleasure.
After our intense, dripping orgasm, Charmaine and I collapsed onto the floor, bodies slick, trembling, and utterly spent. I wanted to continue, to push for more, but my muscles were screaming for rest, my arms sore, my tongue heavy, and every nerve still humming from the overload of pleasure. The air around us was thick with our scents, sticky and musky, a tangible reminder of the intensity we’d just shared.
A few minutes later, Isabel’s body finally gave in. She hadn’t squirted like Carissa, but the obvious wetness leaking down her thighs left no doubt about how intensely she had climaxed, and to my surprise, she had even peed a little. Violent shivers still wracked her from head to toe, every inch of her pushed to the limit. Her fingers trembled slightly as her body slowly tried to settle, and she collapsed fully, gasping and spent, utterly knocked out.
Cy, the final victor of the night, sank down beside Isabel, who was still trembling and jerking from the aftershocks of her climax. I was too drained even to reach out to her, lying there in a haze of sweat, satisfaction, and lingering desire, every nerve still alive with the night’s intensity. The heat of our shared ecstasy clung to every curve of my body, leaving me both exhausted and electrified, still reeling from the overwhelming pleasure we had just unleashed.
As the winner, Cy claimed the new 9-inch dildo, straddling it with a mix of eagerness and anticipation. She lowered herself slowly, each movement deliberate, her body trembling as the tip entered. Almost immediately, waves of intense pleasure coursed through her, pushing her past the edge. Her shivers ran from head to toe, toes curling tightly, fingers digging into the mat beneath her. Her back arched, every muscle taut, and her gasps and moans filled the room, raw and unrestrained.
The intensity was so overwhelming that when she tried to pull the dildo out, her body clenched around it involuntarily, trapping it in place. She struggled briefly, her movements frantic with desire and embarrassment, unable to free herself. Isabel, ever mischievous and precise, leaned over and guided her, helping to gently remove it while teasing her further. Even as relief came, Cy was still shivering violently, her body wracked with aftershocks of the intense, uncontrollable orgasm. Meanwhile, Isabel couldn’t resist continuing to flick her Cy's clit, adding to the chaotic symphony of pleasure in the room.
Soon, everyone was drifting off to sleep, completely spent, sprawled across the living room with little regard for modesty. Naked bodies lay entwined or side by side, limbs overlapping, breaths slowing in the haze of exhaustion and lingering arousal. The room was a chaotic mixture of warmth, sweat, and the faint scent of desire, yet no one cared, sleep was the only priority.
By 6 a.m., Charmaine was the first to stir, nudging the rest of us awake. Despite our exhaustion, there was no time to linger; cleaning and dressing had to be done before everyone could leave. Isabel, ever daring, tackled the tidying in her birthday suit, moving with casual confidence as if the nudity didn’t matter at all. Cy and I, still too tired to bother with bras, quietly made our way home in our current state, letting the cool morning air brush against our bare chests as we slipped out the door. The night’s chaos had left its mark, and yet, even in our raw, exposed state, there was a shared satisfaction none of us would forget.
P.S.
Now, after typing all this, I can’t help but admit, I’m still wet. I can hardly believe we actually did all of it, the licking, fingering, and relentless orgasms. Every touch, every gasp, every shared moment of indulgence was intoxicating. I can’t wait for the next big event. The pleasure we gave each other was, without a doubt, the best gift I received in 2018. I hope you all enjoy the fantasies and let your imagination wander. As for me… it’s time to ‘let go’ and savor the memories. Goodnight.
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