The Black Friday Bang
I was never someone who was into Black Friday. Okay, I have my reasons. I usually never have money, and I always wake up too late. And we all know, unless you’re in line before the stores open, all the good stuff will be gone in minutes. So, I take my chances by staying home.
But this Black Friday was a little different. I had an invitation from one of my friends, Beverly, who works at a sex shop. She was hosting a ‘Banging Black Friday’ at her house. I didn’t really know what that meant. Was it a party? Was she going to sell dildos that are 50% off? I wasn’t sure, but I was too scared to ask.
The invitation said to be there by 1 P.M. So, I slide on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, grab my keys and head to her house. I arrive and she answers the door, wearing nothing but nipple tassels and a g-string.
“Oh my god, it’s Jen!” she screams joyfully, wrapping her arms around me, “you came! I didn’t think you were going to come; I wasn’t sure if this was your thing.”
My thing? I thought to myself. I laugh, “Well, you know me. I wanted to try something new out.”
“Come in, you naughty girl.” I walk into the house; it’s full of partially naked men and women. Some were completely nude, while others are in assless chaps or see-through robes. I have no idea what was going on. I spot the most clothed person in the room and head towards them.
“Hi,” I say to a man sitting in striped boxers, “um, I’m not really sure what’s going on. Isn’t this supposed to be a toy party?”
“It is a toy party,” he replies to me with a seductive smile.
“But then why is everyone naked?” I whisper self-consciously.
He giggles, “oh, you’ve never been to one of these parties before. You’re a newbie, that’s cute. Well, this is how it works. So, Bev’s going to bring the toys out, we get to try them out on each other or as a group, whatever, and then you can either order a toy or not.”
I’m beyond shocked. “Wait, we’re using the toys...like...right now?”
“Yes,” he says sweetly. “It’s kind of like a candle party, except you get to have sex. Fun idea, right?”
My back starts to sweat from nerves. I’ve never been to one of these parties before, and I’m not sure if it’s for me. I smile, and walk away in a panic, trying to find Beverly. I spot her standing in the kitchen, leaning on the fridge while chatting to a man in a florescent pink speedo.
“Bev,” I say while tugging at her arm. “What the fuck is this?”
She turns to me, “Calm down now; I thought you knew what this party was about?”
“How would I know? You didn’t exactly describe it in the invitation.”
“Listen,” she says calmly, “all that’s going to happen is we’re going to have fun with the toys with each other. Everyone is tested; they’re all clean, and no one is going to make you do anything you don’t want to. Everyone here has done this before; they know the rules.”
She touches my arm gently, “Just go with the flow and have fun. Oh, but you should probably take off your clothes, this is a no-clothes party, and it’s gonna start in a minute.”
I turn away and take a couple of deep breaths. Are you going to do this? Maybe you should just go home. No, fuck it. Give it a try, let go, and as Bev said, have fun.
I quickly take off my clothes, fold them, and place them in the bathroom. I go back to the living room wearing only my underwear and bra. Bev walks into the room and starts talking. “Thank you, everyone, for coming. You all know the rules. On the table, I placed a bunch of different toys for you to try out. So, pick out a toy, and have fun!”
People head to the table and start picking up different dildos, vibrators, whips, and paddles. Slowly, people start to join groups of pair off, with some people making out on the sofa, while others are fingering each other against the wall. Awkwardly, I stand there, until a man comes up to me.
“Do you want to explore each other? I didn’t get a toy, I want to warm up,” he says with a raspy voice. I check him out nervously and am secretly turned on.
“Uh, sure. I mean, yes.” I grab his hand, and he leads me into the kitchen. There’s already a threesome happening on the kitchen table while a man masturbating in the corner while watching them. “Over here,” he says as he leans me against the kitchen counter.
“I’ve never done this before,” I tell him. “Don’t worry,” he says, “you’re in good hands.”
He starts to kiss my next gently, his hands grabbing and rubbing my breasts, back, and thighs. I can feel myself becoming wetter and wetter. His fingers go inside of me, pressing against my g-spot as I moan in delight.
He flips me around, goes on his knees, and spreads my ass with his hands as his tongue dives right in. I grab the counter for support as my knees start to give out. As I close my eyes, I feel another pair of hands on me, running through my hair. These hands are softer, gentler. I open my eyes, turning my head to see Bev behind me, stroking my naked body.
“You’re so sexy,” she says as she grabs my face, kissing my lips tenderly. The man gets up from his knees, slides his fingers inside of me while kissing Bev.
“Why don’t we give Jen a little extra attention,” she says to the man. Bev gets up on the counter, laying flat on her back. She gestures for me to get on top of her, with my pussy over her face. The guy kneels behind me, relaxing my anus as he grabs some lube. As Bev starts to eat my pussy, I can feel his hard, wet dick slide inside of my ass. My body shakes from stimulation.
It was long until I cum into Bev’s mouth, simultaneously as the man ejaculates in my ass. Holding myself up, I just want to collapse from delight and exhaustion. Bev slides from underneath of me, back on her feet while wiping her mouth, “aren’t you glad you came?”
I look up at her, wiping the sweat off my forehead, “when’s the next party?”
Natasha Ivanovic is an intimacy, dating, and relationship writer best known for her writings on Kiiroo, LovePanky, Post Pravda, and more. She's the creator and author of her short stories on TheLonelySerb. She completed her first degree in Criminology and continued and finished her Masters in Investigative Psychology, but then decided to follow her true passion of writing.
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