The New Years Eve Party
Every New Years Eve, my brother closes the doors of his dance club to the public and holds a by invitation only New Years Eve party. Every year, since my divorce became final five years ago, my brother has been after me to spend my New Years Eve with him. The problem always was that my current live-in lover always had other plans already made for where we were going to see the old year out and the new one in. For one reason or another, my brother never really liked any of them anyway. My brother, Sam, divorced about the same time that I did and changed girlfriends faster than I changed my underwear. Anyway, when he sent me a RSVP invitation for this years-gala event, I accepted with alacrity. Sam’s dance club isn’t one of those hoity-toity places where women would come dressed in ballroom gowns and where men would come dressed in tuxedos. It was a Country and Western dance club where western cut Jeans and jean shirts were the accepted dress for the guys and western style outfits for the gals were the in thing to wear. I really didn’t own anything western but I figured my wool, plaid button down the front mini dress was close enough. Besides that, I like the way the soft wool felt against my sensitive nipples, caressing them, keeping them in a mild state of arousal. I like the way the brisk night air flowed through it making my nipples tingle and spring erect. When New Years Eve arrived, I didn’t want to go, I wanted was to get laid. I was so fucking horny that I could taste it. However, that wasn’t anything new for me. I’m always horny. That was the reason my husband divorced me and that was the reason I couldn’t hold onto a lover for more than a few weeks. It didn’t matter how often I had sex because any erotic sight, sound, smell, taste, touch or though had me wet and ready for more fucking in a flash. My sex drive has always been insatiable or at least nearly insatiable. No one guy has ever been able to get it up often enough or able to keep it up long enough to satisfy me. I didn’t see myself getting laid at my brother’s shit kicker’s New Years Eve party but it was better than staying home and playing with myself. That hadn’t done anything for me lately except make my craving to have a huge hard cock in my craven hole even more unbearable. I knew what I was expecting to see when I was let in the side door; the front door was kept locked during these events so no uninvited guest could crash the party. I had been there many times since my brother bought it but all the familiar trappings were gone. All the tables and chairs were gone and the floor surrounding the dance floor was covered with velour cushions, the kind you see in all those old Roman orgy rooms. People sprawled out on their cushions sipping their drinks and chatting animatedly with their neighbors. What was so unusual about that? There really wouldn’t have been anything unusual about that except for one thing, everyone was completely naked. I mean naked. It was like I had just stepped into one of my wildest sexual fantasies. I had often dreamed about being naked in room full of horny strangers and, judging from some of the cocks that were already standing at attention, I had done just that. I was still taking it all in when my brother walked up to me and started undressing me. As Sam stripped my dress off me, I took in his naked body with my eyes. “Jesus, Sammy, you’re built like a fucking Arabian Stallion.” We were standing so close together that the swollen, bulbous head of that beautiful hunk of meat was pressing lightly against my hard, flat belly. “There’s only one rule here, honey…the only rule here tonight is that there isn’t any rules. The bar is wide open. Drink whatever you want but you have to fix your own drinks unless someone starts fixing them for you. Fuck whomever you want, as often as you want, whatever way you want it. No sexual act is taboo here as long as everyone involved in the act want to be involved in it. Then again, if I have my way I’m going to turn you every which way but loose tonight.” He led me over to a pile of cushions near the end of the bar. “Sammy do you remember how we used to go skinny dipping together when we were kids? Do you remember how you use to start getting a hardon every time I took my bra and panties off? I wonder if you ever guessed how much I wanted to feel you inside me. My brother had stretched out beside me, his rampant rod lying across my quivering belly as we talked. Reaching down with my free hand, I ran my fingertips lightly along the full length of his shaft. He really was hung like a stallion or maybe a fucking Brahma bull. Running my fingertips over his purplish, bloated knob, I found his precum seeping from the separating slit. Running my fingers back down his thick shaft, I cupped his hairy balls in my hand, squeezing them gently. Sammy moaned loudly as my caresses continued. “I still want to feel you cumming inside me, honey, but I want something else first.” Without saying another word I swung my body around and straddled his face as I plunged my mouth over his hot cock knob.
