The Story:
This was gonna be some party. School was out for Spring Break, Brittney’s parents were out of town, and she had invited all her girlfriends for the sleep over of the century. Her parents had made her get a chaperon, but she had that covered. She had invited her English teacher to chaperon, who was in her early thirties and therefore young enough to get into the fun if prompted enough.
Brittney checked to make sure everything was ready. The snacks were set out, the punch bowl was full, the pool was heated, the movies were ready, and, just in case they felt like getting a bit naughty, the vibrating dildos’ batteries were charged. She pulled her skirt and panties down and tested one of them. Good.
Just then, the doorbell rang. She quickly pulled her clothes back on, hid the dildo with the others and answered the door.
“Hey Brittney, what’s up.”
“Holly! Hey, come on in!”
Holly came in, saw the punch, went straight to it and poured something into it from a bottle.
“Holly!” Brittney hissed. “What are you doing? The teacher’s gonna notice if there’s alcohol in the punch!”
“Don’t worry, this isn’t alcoholic. It’s just something to make things a bit more... interesting.”
Sigh. “Okay, whatever.” Then the doorbell rang again. Brittney opened the door, and there was Keelie. But behind her, a hot-pink convertible was pulling up. Kimmy was driving, and Katie, Darlene, McKaela, and Sunny were also in the car. “Come in, everybody!” she called.
One by one, the rest of the guests arrived. Last to arrive was the chaperon.
“Oh, hi Miss --”
“Oh, don’t call me by my last name. We’re not in school right now. You can just call me Susan, or Sue.”
“... Susie?”
“... Don’t push it.”
“Sorry. Well, come in, everyone else is here.”
Everyone was having a blast. They watched movies, had snacks, and everyone except Holly and Brittney had punch.
By around eight o’ clock, everyone was looking a bit ... antsy. They were glancing at each other with the same peculiar look in everyone's eye. Well, everyone except Holly and Brittney.
Brittney turned to Holly and whispered “Does that have something to do with the punch?”
Holly smiled. “Try some and find out.”
Brittney looked at her cleverly. “I will if you will.”
“Okay then.” Holly poured them both big mugs of punch. “On three. One... two... three!” They both chugged their whole mug of punch.
Brittney waited for a moment, then said “I don’t feel anything.”
Holly smiled knowingly. “Just wait.”
After a couple minutes, Brittney started feeling strange. She felt hot, and sort of hungry, but not for food. She wanted to stretch her legs, her pussy was wet and throbbing, and her clit was swelling up. In short, she felt really, really horny.
“Holly, what did you put in that punch?”
Holly looked about ready to swoon, but replied, “S.O.S. It’s a sexual stimulant for women.” She smiled. “I like to call it Horny Juice.”
At that point, Brittney couldn’t take it any more. After all, she had had a whole mug of the stuff, while most of the others only had a cup or so. She was about to excuse herself and go finger herself silly, but then she remembered that everyone else was feeling the same way, and she had a whole box of dildos ready. So, she made a decision.
“Okay, everybody!” she called out, pulling out the box of dildos. “What do you say we turn this into a PARTY?”
Everybody there, including Susan, grabbed a dildo and started stripping. Soon they were all naked and ramming themselves, and pretty soon they started ramming each other. It pretty quickly degenerated from there to an all-out orgy. Orgasm after orgasm pulsed through the throbbing mass of tangled flesh. The floor was drenched in cum. But it wasn’t enough.
Brittney was the first to notice and point it out. “We need a man.” The others agreed. “I’m sure my next door neighbor, Shoga, would be happy to *cum* over and play with us.” She smiled, then frowned. “Oh, but it’s Friday, so he’s working.”
“Where does he work?” Maurieke asked.
“Tony’s Pizza. He’s a delivery guy.” Then she got an idea. “Shall we order a pizza?”
The other girls heartily agreed, and they began to hatch a plan. |