A New Hunger - The Night Before

The party had gone on all night. It was past three in the morning and we were all finally asleep. Asleep, or lying down quietly in the dark at least. One of the homeowners had work the next day, and we all decided that three was probably a reasonable time to stop raging. The cold, white light of the moon and stars rained in through the large open windows. Still, all I could see was the soft outlines of horizontal figures covered in textiles, miscellaneous. Sleeping bags, blankets, one drunk girl was wrapped up in a big scrap of wool carpeting. In the dark, my hand stretched out from where I lay, nestled between the couch and the next warm body. Only hours before, I had been, at least by comparison, innocent. In the heat of it, I couldn't keep my hand from moving, from gliding toward him. More than a dozen other people lay quietly in the room, shifting or turning occasionally, but that only stoked the fire inside me. It seemed that at least most of them were asleep by then anyway. Feeling that we could be caught was amazing. No... It wasn't that, exactly. It was the idea that they might notice us and not say anything at all. They could pretend they were still asleep. Better yet, they might think its hot. What if someone started masturbating? I knew that would make me so hot. I bit my lip thinking about it, hoping for it. As it extended, my hand found its quarry quickly and subdued it. His body went rigid as I istanbul travesti sank my hand into his underwear wrist deep and wrapped my delicate fingers around his stiff pole and curled myself toward him. ?Can I?? I whispered. His lips parted enough for him to speak, but a strained, breathy ?Uh-huh,? was all he could manage. My thoughts and body electrified at the sensation of his wrinkled, veiny skin. He gasped sharply. I stifled my own reaction, but silently drank in some of the cool air. His long organ was halfway hard now, and getting bigger. He was a little wet from his precum, and it was sticking to his shorts. This wasn't all that surprising though, since I had been teasing him pretty mercilessly all night. I hoped he was as excited as me, by having so much company in the room. Jim had asked me to go to this party with him, and that was a big deal for me. Back then at least, because he was off on his second year at university, and I was still a senior in high school. I wasn't popular or unpopular and I didn't want to be either, but I did like to be noticed. Loved it, in fact. Couldn't get enough of guys who wanted me. I'd been getting free drinks for a couple of years, but I hadn't ever needed to go past second base. It hadn't been until recently that I had really decided that I needed to get myself some actual cock. It was a pretty abrupt decision actually. An irresistible impulse, istanbul travestileri really. At that moment though, my pulse was pounding. My heart was in my throat. The thrill of a body next to me rolling over and moaning softly in her sleep was almost too much for me, and I had to bite my lip to silence myself. My left hand glided slowly away from my wet panties and took my breast into its palm. A very hard nipple poked between my middle and ring fingers. I squeezed tenderly and let out a soft ?Aahhh...? My thumb rolled over the wet head of his dick and smeared precum over the side. Jim, who was panting under my gentle grasp, was only back in town for Christmas break. As an aside, he's also my friend Fiona's older brother. I didn't know if he had been intending for this to happen or not, though I'm sure it wasn't exactly like either of us had anticipated. It was spontaneous, but inevitable. Fiery, but wet. I was soaking between my legs, and I pushed my panties aside to rub myself a little. The slick length of his throbbing cock was now fully engorged and pulsing rapidly in time with his heart. I knew that it wasn't going to be a lengthy encounter. Would have known by how he jumped in my hand even if I hadn't heard it through the grapevine that he's got a bit of a sensitive trigger. I didn't hold it against him. In fact, it was fine. The adrenaline was killing me. Without any warning travesti istanbul I kissed him, and then, with my left hand, I reached out to touch his balls. The softness of his skin surprised me, and the heft of testicles in my hands felt good. This was it. I was ready, and it honestly didn't matter much if he was. He could stop me, but short of that I wasn't stopping. Erotically, and slowly I slithered downward to face it head on, even though the darkness obscured most of what I was seeing. The shape of it silhouetted against the brighter light that was now pouring in through one window. A cloud had moved on, revealing the moon's direct gaze to us. Long and wide, it was an excellent specimen, as I'd find out in the light another day. With the tip of my tongue, I approached the drop of pre-cum glistening at the point of his shaft. Someone else rolled over this time, and I moaned softly when an ankle hung its foot over the smooth bare skin of my calf. Somebody was touching me. Her feminine voice rumbled as she almost muttered, in her half-sleep. A girl. My foot couldn't help but curl around hers, just a little. She whimpered again. Jim was right in front of me, looking toward me, but unable to see into the darkness. He had no idea what I was doing. My heart was racing and so was his. I could feel his pulse through the veins of his slippery rod. I could feel my own in every part of my body. I was so excited. As my tongue made contact, I heard his moan through a clenched jaw but just barely. He jerked around in my hand as I held on to him. Twitching and pulsing, I thought he might cum, but he whispered ?Keep going,? and took me by the hair, then pulled me toward his dick.