A Normal Party
by Pan
Chapter 4
If you’d asked me that afternoon how I would flirt with two older guys, I...well, I wouldn’t have believed that I was doing it at all.
But if, somehow, you’d managed to convince me that it was normal (which, of course, it was) then I’d have guessed I’d come across as nervous. Not because I’m a stranger to flirting (even before this party, it’s something I’m extremely comfortable doing) but just because...I dunno, it was unfamiliar.
So I surprised myself with my confidence. No, more than confidence: enthusiasm.
“Hello, boys,” I purred, stepping between the two older men. My hands moved to their ties, holding them like leashes, broadcasting to the rest of the party that—at least for now—these were my men. That I was flirting with them.
Staking my claim.
I batted my eyelashes at the shorter man, who smiled back at me. “Hi, sweetie,” he replied, his eyes travelling up and down my body. I pushed out my chest to give him something to look at.
“Good to meet you,” I said, my voice low and sultry, shifting my attention to the taller man. You’d never know from my body language, or the way I was talking, but my heart was beating so rapidly I worried the entire party could hear it.
“You too,” he said with a chuckle. I could see all his teeth; he was clearly having the time of his life.
I swallowed, then licked my lips. Okay, that was enough small talk.
Now it was time to flirt.
I wrapped my arms around the shorter man’s neck, then slowly moved my mouth to his. Again—I may be gay, but that doesn’t mean I’ve never kissed a man. Back in high school, one of my best friends and I used to practice ‘making out’. I wasn’t into him, but it was a good way to...I dunno, let off steam. Show society that I didn’t follow any of their rules.
But it had been a long time, and I’d never kissed someone old enough to be my father. I could feel his stubble under my hands, his beard tickling my cheeks as I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against his.
He responded quickly, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer. I tilted my head back, allowing him to explore, his lips moving over mine hungrily. I let out a moan, our tongues touching as we kissed. His hand moved from my hip to my butt and gave it a firm squeeze.
I wasn’t into it, of course—I’m as gay as they come—but the new experience was interesting, and who doesn’t like their body being appreciated? After a few seconds I pulled back and turned to the other man.
He was a full foot taller than me, maybe more, so I couldn’t wrap my arms around his neck. Instead, I looked up at him, my eyes wide. I’ve always liked getting attention from taller girls, and I was surprised that I felt a similar thrill from the way he smiled down at me, devouring me with his eyes.
“Hi,” he said, his voice husky. “Wanna flirt?”
“Yes please,” I breathed, and he closed the gap, leaning down to kiss me.
He was far more forward than his friend, his hands moving straight to my boobs, groping them through the dress. I gasped, pushing my body into his, giving him exactly what he wanted.
Our lips broke apart, and he gave me a smirk. “Well, if you’re gonna play hard to get...”
“I’m not,” I said quickly, glancing at my brother. I’d been so distracted by the two gentlemen, I hadn’t even seen how quickly he’d begun flirting with the two women. One of them was already topless, her big breasts bouncing as my brother’s hand moved rapidly between her legs. He was kissing the second woman’s neck, while she bit her lip and wailed softly.
I turned back to the man whose hands were on my tits, and realized he had been kidding. A blush crept up my face, and I swore to myself.
C’mon, girl. You’re better than this. Just…flirt.
“I’m not,” I repeated, but this time with a light tone in my voice. To prove it, I pulled my dress down, revealing my tits to the two men. Their eyes lit up at the sight of my full breasts, and I grabbed their ties once more and pulled them in to suckle at my teats.
“Good boys,” I moaned, as their mouths closed over my exposed nipples. A tingle ran up my spine as the two of them ran their tongues around my nipples. One of them bit down slightly, while the other returned his hand to my butt.
Now this was flirting.
I let out a soft moan as the taller man continued to grope my ass, squeezing and kneading my flesh. The shorter guy moved his hands to my hips, my waist, before sliding his hand over my stomach. Beside me, the woman in the miniskirt had strippe down (she was now wearing nothing but a miniskirt) while the other was on her knees in front of my brother, flirting with him just as Jane had earlier in the night.
He shot me a look, and I nodded knowingly. He wanted me to keep these guys occupied for a while, and...well, I’d shown him earlier how far I was happy to go.
How happy I was to flirt with strangers.
“Good boys,” I said again, moving my hand to the hair of the two men. I grabbed them gently and pulled their mouths off my tits. My nipples were glistening, red and swollen from their attention. “Now it’s time for me to return the favor.”
Just like the woman beside me, I fell to my knees, looking up at the two men with a smile. My tits were still out, and I saw the taller man lick his lips.
The two strangers were clearly not strangers to flirting—as soon as my head was at the appropriate height, their cocks were out. Like I said, I don’t have much familiarity with cocks in real life (my high school ‘practice’ had never progressed that far). I was amused to see that the men’s cock-sizes lined up with their heights: the taller man’s erection was long and thin, while the other man’s dick was short and wide.
As their cocks got closer to me, my eyes widened. What...what was I doing? I was a lesbian! I’d never had any interest in dick. Zero!
And now here I was, about to...what? Stroke them? Jerk the two men off?
Suck their dicks?
Beside me, the two women were sharing my brother’s dick. One would suck on it, then pull off and let the other have a turn. I watched as they paused briefly to make out, my brother watching them with enthusiasm.
He was such a flirt.
He saw me looking, and raised one eyebrow. He didn’t say anything, but...I dunno, at the same time, he said a whole lot.
I nodded in response. It wasn’t like sucking the two men’s cocks would make me straight, any more than the two women making out for my brother’s pleasure were gay.
It was only flirting.
With a new resolve, I turned back to the two erections bobbing in my face. “Yum yum,” I joked, hoping it sounded less lame than it did in my head. Fortunately, the men shot me affectionate smiles at my words…or perhaps they were smiling at the way I reached out and wrapped my hands around their erections.
It was my first time touching a male member, and I was gripping two of them. I guess I’ve always been an overachiever.
It didn’t take me long to work out what the men would enjoy—men’s needs, I knew, were simple. I stroked the two men’s cocks, enjoying the feeling of their skin against mine. It was an interesting dichotomy; they felt like they were made of wood, while also being warm and silky smooth, too.
I glanced up at the men. They were both fully focused on me, licking their lips and grinning, enjoying the sensation of my hands on their shafts. For a moment I wondered if this was all the flirting I’d need to do, if I could just stroke them until they got off, coating my naked tits with their seed.
Then one of them—the taller gentleman—grabbed my hair and pulled my head towards his erection. I resisted for a moment, then realized that this was totally normal. It was a totally normal party, and this was normal flirting.
With a deep breath, I lowered my mouth onto the taller man’s cock, continuing to stroke the other man as I did. As I moved my head down, the taller man gripped my hair tightly, pulling my head towards him as I sucked on his shaft, letting his precum coat my tongue.
I moaned around his penis, flirting as hard as I could. The man grunted in response, his hips bucking as I slid my mouth further down his shaft. His pubic hair rested against my nose and I inhaled deeply, making sure he could see me enjoying the scent of his sex.
Secretly, I was a little impressed that I hadn’t gagged at all as the long, thin cock had entered my throat. I let it sit there for a few moments, looking wide-eyed up at him, hoping he was enjoying the sight of the topless lesbian (not, of course, that he knew my sexual orientation) deep-throating him.
After a minute, I pulled my mouth off the man’s cock, replacing it with my hand, and turned my attention to his friend.
“Your turn,” I said, licking my lips. Beside me, my brother was stroking his erection as the two women made out for his entertainment, flirting with each other as much as with him.
I took hold of the smaller man’s cock and moved it to my mouth, letting it slide between my lips. To my surprise, this was all it took; no sooner had my lips enveloped his erection than he was cumming, filling my mouth with his seed.
My instinct was to pull back, but I didn’t want to be rude, so I just looked up at him lustfully and swallowed his spunk as quickly as he could shoot it into my mouth.
When he was done, I pulled back. He shuddered with pleasure as he smiled down at me, before wiping one fingers across my lips, cleaning the small amount of spunk from my face that had dribbled from my mouth.
“Good girl,” he said, and I was surprised to feel myself filled with pride at his words.
“Thank you...,” I replied, hiding my blush by returning my focus to the other man.
This time I let my mouth linger on the head of his cock, licking the tip of his dick, teasing him. At the same time, my hand began moving faster on his shaft, pumping him harder and faster.
I watched him closely, gauging his reactions as my hand worked his cock, but he seemed content to let me have control. This was my first time, but he seemed to be enjoying my efforts. I hoped my inexperience wasn’t obvious.
When he finally blew his load, I was deep-throated him once more. I hadn’t hated the taste of the other man’s semen as it coated my tongue, but it wasn’t exactly something I wanted to seek out. The taller man unloaded straight into my throat, and I swallowed it down, my hands gripping his legs firmly as I did.
I waited a few moments before swallowing again as he finished emptying his balls into my mouth.
“Mmm,” I commented, looking up at him and smiling. “Thank you.”
“Good girl,” he said, echoing the other man’s words, and I once more found myself blushing at the compliment.
It seemed I had finished just in time; the three of us turned to see my brother finishing onto the two women’s chests. At some point the miniskirt had also been shucked, leaving the shorter woman entirely naked as she flirted on her knees, but the other woman was still fully-clad, her tight dress emphasizing her chest.
My tongue ran around the inside of my mouth, cleaning up the remnants of the first man’s seed, as we watched my brother’s cock pulsing string after string of cum onto the two women. Just like his earlier orgasm, he didn’t make a sound, his eyes dark as he stared down at the two women, his semen coating their tits.
When he was done, my brother pulled up his pants (reminding me to pull my dress back up as well) and held out an arm. I took it, standing up and brushing my hair back behind my ears.
For some reason, the attention of the entire party was on us. At least two dozen people, staring at us, watching as we stood in the center of the room.
“Thank you all for coming,” my brother said, and I tried to hide my confusion. It wasn’t his party, he was just a guest. Why was he the one making a speech?
“I promised you a show, and...well, as I’m sure you’ll all agree, I’m not one to disappoint.”
That comment got a titter from the audience, but it still didn’t break the tension. Everyone was watching us expectantly.
“Many of you met my sister,” he said, using his other hand to show me off. “She’s a lovely woman, and I hope you enjoyed her.”
Again, the small half-laugh from the other partygoers. I frowned, wondering what he was getting at.
“To end the evening,” he announced proudly, “I invite you all to watch as the two of us—for the very first time...”
My eyes widened as I realized where my brother was going with this.
“...flirt.”
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