I limped to my bedroom, pulling the door closed as quickly and quietly as I could, and climbed straight into my bed, pretending to be asleep. James did not come back upstairs until after my parents were home. I spent two hours coming to terms with what I'd seen, and decided to shelve the whole experience in some secluded part of my memory, never to be dealt with again.
Incidentally, James ended up getting a girlfriend later that year, and to the best of my knowledge, did not continue to indulge in slightly odd circle jerk sessions with his friends.
I came to the conclusion that boys were most definitely strange creatures, and that it was probably not a good idea to get a bunch of them naked together. These views persisted into my adult life, not just because of the incident with James, but also due to the following sordid tale.
It was two years later, at age 15, that I had my first real boyfriend. We'd gotten physically involved, but I had not been all the way with him yet. Where I went to school, fifteen was an average age for girls to lose their virginity. I went out with Andrew, a guy in my class at the fancy-ass private college my parents enrolled me in. They offered tuition from Grade 10 to Grade 12, and guaranteed good results, mainly because they forced us to do homework at school. This is way different to the government school system, but the college had a 100% pass rate for Matric, so I guess it worked.
By then, I was no stranger to the mysterious workings of the male sexual organ. After two months of being with Andrew, I had mastered the art of summoning a stiff cock, just by using my fingertips, and I had the ability to make it fire on command, using both oral and digital methods. I was getting used to the feel of warm sperm on my hands, my thighs, and even my boobs. I was also OK with leaving it on my skin to dry, as long as it was far away from my pussy.
Just before the mid-year exams, we were invited to a party at Alice Wessel's place. Her parents were gone for the long weekend, to their holiday house in Plettenberg Bay. Alice lived in Upper Constantia, next to a wine estate. The other side of the property bordered the huge Table Mountain Nature Reserve. The nearest neighbors were a half a mile away, so we could pump up the music as loud as we liked.
Her parents had permanent security guards at the entrance to the house, so there were no unwanted guests. This was around the time that many kids' parties were being gate crashed by friends-of-friends and gangster kids, looking to steal, sell drugs, or just cause trouble. Mobile phones had altered the way teenagers interacted, and most upper-middle class kids had new cars by the time they turned 18. This was way different to what was considered 'normal' as little as a decade before.
Anyway, about a hundred kids were there, basically most of the Grade 10 class, and some older kids from the senior grades. Music pumped from the huge Bose speakers, stacked outside on the patio, next to the pool. Colorful LED lights lit up the garden and the pool, changing colors in synchronized sequences.
The thing with socializing with these kids, was that we all came from money, so wearing expensive clothing, having the latest cell phone and getting large amounts of disposable income, was nothing special. In order to get noticed, and stand out from everyone else, many kids behaved like jerks, or did incredibly stupid things just for attention - which brings me to the incident involving 27 cocks.
Samantha Glass was one of the spoiled rich kids. She was not particularly bright, nor talented, and even though she was attractive enough, people just weren't all that interested in her. To make matters worse, she had zero dress sense, always wearing clothing that didn't match, or that did the wrong things for her figure. She just didn't present herself well at all. Instead of cultivating a personality, or getting good at something, she chose instead to be as trashy as possible.
Her family was really rich, so she rebelled by dressing like she came from a trailer park. Instead of bringing her juice to school in a regular sports bottle, she used a Jack Daniels bottle. Stupid stuff like that. Samantha was jealous of Alice, due to her popularity, and because guys found her very attractive. Granted, Alice was hot: tall, blonde and pretty, with large green eyes. She was a dancer, so she had an incredible physique. I'm sure most of the girls in my grade were slightly envious of her. Samantha's master plan that night was to focus attention on herself, away from the host of the party.
We had a log fire going next to the outdoor pizza oven, on the patio. There were a bunch of us standing around the flames, drinking beers and spirit coolers. 'Alcopops' were all the rage back then for teen girls. They were potent in alcohol content, yet flavored enough so as not to taste like crap. For many, this was a recipe for disaster.
Whether she was just fueled by copious amounts of sweet fizzy booze beverages, or just being her usual fucked-up self, I will never know, but Samantha sauntered over to the fire and started blabbing on about the party from the weekend before. “You guys, wasn't it awesome at Jean's party, when Kyle and that goth chick from Obs College got it on in front of everyone? Fuck, so many guys watching had boners,” she said.
“Damn, that was pretty skanky, but kinda hot at the same time,” said Sue, a girl from my English class.
I'd heard about the incident. Apparently Kyle and this crazy goth girl had sex in the lounge, while other kids were watching. They were sniffing poppers (amyl nitrate) before hand, and were already getting quite hot and heavy on the sofa, before the goth chick ended up riding his cock right there, without worrying about onlookers.
“I'll bet that if that girl wanted to, she could have fucked a lot of those guys who were watching,” said Samantha. “What about stage fright?” chirped Andrew, “it's one thing watching someone else fuck and getting an erection, but not all guys can keep their boners with a whole bunch of people standing around.”
I raised an eyebrow and asked him: “Since when are you such an expert on group sex?”
“I just read a lot,” he replied, grinning. Read a lot of Hustler articles, I thought to myself.
Samantha went on to say: “I'm sure, that if I offered to give any guy here a blowjob, he'd be willing to get sucked in front of everyone. In fact, I'm convinced I can get a whole bunch of guys involved here.”
“Maybe even all of them,” she said, winking at Andrew.
This just pissed me off royally, and I blurted out: “Jeez, stop talking shit, Sam, there's like no damn way you will ever do something that absurd.”
“The fuck I won't... you want to dare me?” she challenged.
“Go for it,” I replied, “Let's see just how many boys will want to lower their standards tonight.”
This was exactly the response she was after. People were already taking notice of the conversation, since I was getting annoyed with her, and I didn't exactly keep my voice down. The raunchy exchange had caught the attention of one of the senior boys at the party. He was on the Provincial Water Polo squad, and was known for his sexual promiscuity and forwardness with girls in the school. He'd been drinking quite heavily that night, making him even more of a lout than usual.
“Hey, I'm willing,” he said, while whipping out his large, limp penis, “just not so sure about the 'able' part.” Samantha took her cue, and dropped to her knees on the lawn. She started stroking his shaft and flicking her tongue around the purplish-pink head of the circumcised cock. Not having any joy, she reached into his pants and carefully moved his testicles out from his open fly. She loosened his belt and licked his balls, before inserting them in her mouth, one testicle at a time. She continued working his shaft, and soon his cock started stiffening up.
By then, there was a tiny crowd surrounding the outdoor fireplace. More and more kids heard about what was going on, and pretty soon people at the back of the crowd were standing on chairs, to get a better view. Andrew and I had ringside seats, so to speak. I didn't want to make a scene by pushing through the crowd of people, dragging Andrew with me. I just sat there, fuming, while Andrew watched the live-action porn scene play out a couple of feet away from us.
As much as I disliked the girl, Samantha's cock-sucking s
kills were admirable. She used a lot of saliva, both to lubricate the large cock that was thrusting in her mouth, and to make those wet slurping sounds. She really played with her spit, making it thick and sticky, so it looked like cum. The technique worked and it was long before guy shot a massive load in her mouth.
Like a brazen whore, she took off her tight top, exposing her large, tanned breasts beneath. She did not swallow the sperm; instead she let it run out of her mouth, down her chin and onto her boobs. This spectacle was enough to convince many of the guys who were sporting boners in their pants, to get sucked by Samantha.
Within minutes, there was a whole queue of guys, with their pants around their ankles, stroking their hard cocks, while Sam sucked them off in series. She didn't bother rinsing her mouth out between cumshots, and the male participants were too eager to fuck her face than worry about getting another guy's sperm on their dicks.
Samantha sucked relentlessly, and within half an hour, she'd sucked 27 different cocks, with most the guys climaxing in her mouth, and others squirting their hot white goo over her breasts or face.
Alice was not impressed with the turn of events, and barged through the circle of onlookers, armed with a garden hose. “Since you're quite done with your display, you'll need to get cleaned up before you dare to leave the patio,” she said, before releasing the trigger and drenching Sam with a high pressure jet of water.
Sam shrieked at the cold blast of water, but knew that she needed to get clean. “Don't even think of jumping into my heated pool, you psycho bitch,” hissed Alice, as she stood between Samantha and the edge of the pool.
Alice carried on blasting away with the hose, until the housekeeper showed up with a bucket of water and detergent, a mop and a towel. “I want all this fucking baby batter cleaned up NOW! There is no fucking way you're leaving tonight before the paving is absolutely fucking spotless!”
Samantha wrapped herself up in the warm, soft towel and reluctantly got to work cleaning up the bricks, while the housekeeper stood by and gave instructions. Alice walked away, smiling, and turned up the volume on the sound system.
I sort of felt bad for Sam, but also knew she'd brought it on herself. The guys who were involved in the incident went away from it with their reputations intact. Samantha was not so fortunate. For the rest of her time in high school with us, she was associated with the events of that night. It's kind of complimentary being labeled as a 'blowjob queen' when your boyfriend describes you like that. Not so much when you got you title the way Samantha did.
What happened at Alice's party put a bit of a damper on my sexual development: I wasn't sure about going all the way, even just with my boyfriend. I was even questioning my compatibility with guys in general, and I started getting a little curious about girls. Not that I did anything about these lesbian tendencies. Well, not until much later at least.
As I got older, and more experienced, I got over my initial “not sure if want” feelings about penises. I still had my reservations about getting involved with more than one guy at a time though. My views on this changed, but that only happened years later.
It happened quite suddenly, just over a year ago. My brother James was involved in the construction industry, and he'd picked up a contract via some friends, to build timber houses along the beachfront of the coastal town of Vilanculos, in Mozambique. He was in Cape Town getting a construction crew together. It was quite a specialist project, for a British client, and he needed people he could trust to work with him.
Money wasn't an issue for the client, but the house had to be constructed in such a way, that it could withstand the onslaught of the intense tropical storms that periodically struck the region. All the furniture and décor had been custom designed by James and my dad, and was going to be constructed using local materials and timber. It was kind of a big deal job for James, his first real solo housing project. He'd spent the last seven years working for a company, gaining experience and expertise, before starting his own business.
Because his previous job entailed working all over the country, we hardly got to see each other. He phoned me on the first Saturday of the month, wanting to meet up for lunch in a cafe in Green Point, on the Main Road. The suburb was one of our old haunts. He used to take me out with his friends when I was sixteen. Of course, club owners didn't bother checking the identity documents of girls. They just needed to look as though they're 18. After spending entire nights dancing away in the club district, we would have breakfast at one of the many restaurants and cafes in the area.
I took Beth with me to meet James for lunch that day. They seemed to click instantly, and we had a pleasant time catching up on events from the last couple of years. James ordered a round of beers and revealed the true intention of the meeting.
“I want you to come up with us, spend a week in Valinculos. You'll really dig it there. It's awesomely laid back,” he said.
I wasn't expecting anything like this and was speechless. “You can bring Beth with, you two will have fun,” added James.
“I would be delighted to join you there,” said Beth. She nudged me hard in the ribs, saying: “And Jennifer simply cannot refuse your offer.” She was positively beaming. I thought about it for second, and decided to go along with the plan. Why not, I thought, I was content enough, but stuck in a routine of working, going out and spending my off time in a drunken haze. A change would do me a whole lot of good. Besides, I didn't have the heart to disappoint Beth.
James spent the next fortnight arranging supplies, materials and manpower. He purchased two Toyota Landcruisers, each one equipped with a large trailer. He'd recruited a plumber and an electrician as the newest members of his core building team. Two of the guys drove the vehicles up to Johannesburg, while the rest of us went by plane. We met up at Lanseria Airport, and started our five day drive to Valinculos. If it wasn't for the vehicles and goods, we'd have flown to the recently upgraded Valinculos International Airport. Before 2011, it could only handle small charter aircraft, which are pretty expensive to book.
The trip was rough. The roads were in bad condition, and there sections of dry swamp that didn't even have roads. After battling heat, cramped conditions and sleeping in tents, we were overjoyed when we reached the town of Valinculos. Calling it a town is a stretch, considering the lack of infrastructure. There were no municipal buildings, supermarkets or chain stores. Goods were all sold by locals from small stalls at various open-air markets. A couple of restaurants and resorts owned by foreigners provided small points of civilization, including aircon and internet access via WiFi. Even with the mild inconvenience, the place was paradise in comparison to the cities and towns we'd journeyed through, including Johannesburg. What a dump that place has become.
We spent the next couple of days exploring and sightseeing. James, Beth and I stayed in a semi-completed house, along with five of the construction company guys. All the guys were in their late 20's, to early 30's. Beth and I spent the day wandering around the sandy white beaches, buying food and relaxing in the sun. The men went to sleep early in evenings, so that they could get as much done as possible in the early part of the day, before the heat and humidity made labor unpleasant. James promised to take the weekend off, and arranged for booze to be delivered for Saturday night.
Everyone in the house was getting time off that weekend, and we had a beach party, complete with a massive bonfire and music. James ran his sound system from an inverter, hooked up to one of the Land Cruisers. The house we stayed in wasn't fully complete; it was basically just the shell, no furniture or even main power. The plumbing was installed at least, but no hot water. We ran the lights and appliances from a diesel generator. They were in the process of installing solar cells, which would charge up enough to run the basics in the house, with the generator as back-up. As with most African countries, electricity was something of a luxury.
Beth and I cooked crabs that we'd bought that afternoon from some local fishermen, along with rice and veggies done in an iron
pot over coals. We were quite well-organized with our fire, having one section for cooking, and the other section we kept burning for light and atmosphere.
By the time the sun went down, we'd all had a fair amount to drink and things were getting a little wild. Beth was pulling the moves on my brother, and I could see exactly where this was heading. Not that I had any negative feelings over that. I loved both James and my best friend, and they seemed to enjoy themselves together.
I was dancing with the tradesmen. I'd spent more than a week without getting laid, and I had a couple of ideas on how to end my dry patch. Two of the carpenters were Afrikaans guys from Cape Town, the electrician and the plumber were from Port Elizabeth, and they were both English, and the roofing guy – Pierre - was from the northern suburbs in Cape Town. He was quite interesting: he spoke without an accent, even though he was colored, and he had lots of tattoos. I quite like people who don't fit the mold.
Beth stepped up the party by suggesting we go skinny-dipping in the sea. There weren't neighbors around us, so we could do so in privacy. The moon was full and the tide was coming in as we ran towards the water's edge, hastily removing whatever clothing we had on. The water was deliciously refreshing, but not cold. In fact, because it was the dry season, the evening air got quite chilly. We didn't notice it because of the huge fire we had going. The sudden change in temperature got my nipples hard.
I was feeling rather randy, due to all the body contact I was having with the well-muscled men around me. Beth stepped up her seduction campaign by wrapping herself around James. She has an amazing figure: huge double-D breasts, full hips and very good muscle-tone. She used to be in the Israeli Defense Force, before she came back to Cape Town to study law. Her voluptuous body was having an effect on James. I could see he had a boner. This prompted him to keep his waist below water. It wasn't just him being affected. I noticed that most of the guys had semi-erect cocks, and they weren't all focusing their attention on the spectacle that Beth was providing.
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