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My Crazy Naked Twister Weekend (Chapter 1)

My weekend of wild partying gets off to a good start!
Anyone who knows me knows that I throw the best parties. As it was almost mid summer, I thought it high time I organised another get together for my little gang. It was more than six months since the last one and I was looking forward to getting hot and kinky with them.
Like the last time, we decided to make a weekend of it and I invited the girls up for a Friday sleepover with shopping on the Saturday followed by a party in the evening. Unlike the last one, this party was arranged rather hastily, so I kept my fingers crossed that everyone would make it. The two babies of the group, my girlfriend Laura and Ashlie had both finished uni for the summer. Ashlie had just finished her first year at Oxford. She is the archetypal sex kitten with long, nearly black hair, brown eyes and a cute bubble ass. Laura is more like me, being blonde, though she has recently added dark highlights and she is all tits and bum. I’m an E cup but Laura’s FFs create boob envy wherever she goes!

Ashlie was dead keen to come and said that she had a friend at uni, who she had become quite close to, though as yet nothing had happened. She asked me if she could bring her along for the experience. I think her friend, Hayley is playing hard to get or is simply shy. Whichever was true, the party would be an ideal environment for her to let her hair down. If everything went to plan we would be having a Twister party on the Saturday evening. The heady mixture of white wine and six hot, bubbly girls normally means one thing. Sex.

Also joining us would be my ex from my college days, the sweet, super cute Gemma and her partner Aisha. It’s funny that they’ve known each other all these years and yet when they said they were an item, we were like, ‘of course!’ They are so perfect for each other. Gemma is half Japanese with black hair and Aisha is a shade darker-skinned, and of Pakistani origin. Although she was born here, her parents are from Baluchistan, which I’m told is a rather orthodox, no nonsense Islamic part of Asia. Aisha though is completely westernised, yet carries that delicious, mysterious Asian look. Gemma and Aisha look so sexy together and it’s always a pleasure to have them over.

That just left Emma. Emma is the odd one out in some respects and yet she is my closest friend (not counting Laura obviously). She is more straight than anything and has recently given birth to a beautiful daughter. She brought her over in March and she is just adorable. Since Emma has a male partner and serious too, she accepted the invitation, but with certain conditions. Emma has had her moments and she has been with all of us at one time or other but she asked if she could be a non-participating guest. I said that being as we would be playing Twister, it made sense for her to be Mistress of Ceremonies. That way she could have fun without compromising her principles and not feel out of it.

So after a somewhat over-long introduction, I shall ‘cut to the chase,’ as they say.

After setting off at different times, the girls started to arrive from all four corners of the country on the Friday evening. As it’s a three bedroom apartment I could just about accommodate everyone with a spare mattress and blankets thrown in. It was so good to see everyone after all these months and I already had that warm, ‘weekend is here’ feeling as we hugged each other and caught up over a glass of wine. I had a new premiership footballer who had just moved in down the road and I was given the twenty questions treatment from the girls. Anyone would think I had a secret camera installed in his bedroom! I had been eagerly anticipating the arrival of Hayley, who travelled up with Ashlie. She was quite the hot bombshell. More mousy than blonde, but long and luxuriant hair that fell half way down her back. She was fairly tall, maybe an inch taller than Laura and she had a lovely figure. She had a very posh accent and had been to boarding school and everything. Ashlie had already told me that she was brilliant and extremely academic. I always think that’s very sexy somehow. I wouldn’t go so far to say she was prim and proper, but there was a distinctly urbane touch to her. It would make her undoing all the more exciting.

After an early night we hit the town, intending to do some serious shoe and clothes shopping in Liverpool. I’m just about getting used to the lingo now. I know what people mean when they say “Come ‘ed” and that you don’t brush your hair, but brush your ‘herr.’ It was quite a sunny day and also warm, so luckily we could go out looking to impress. I decided to wear my yellow hot pants and a white cotton top, which was semi see-through. The trick is to look sexy and amazing but not overly provocative. I like to think I pulled it off. The others were a mixture of mini skirts, short dresses and strapless tops. If there was hotter group of girls in town that day, we didn’t see them.

Anyway after a couple of different shoe shops and a break for coffee, we stepped into a very up market clothes store. I selected a new skirt and top and took it into the changing booth. I was there in my bra and panties when I was joined by Aisha and Gemma, asking me for my opinion on their new clobber.

“Hmmm… lovely, very chic!” I said, admiring Gemma’s new red skirt.

“Hey naughty!” I said, as Aisha twanged the waist of my panties.

”You just look so sexy!” said Aisha.

“I know but…”

I was interrupted by Gemma who had decided it was funny to unclip my front-loaded bra and suddenly I was spilling out. In the cubicle next door, it sounded like the other girls were having their own fun from the giggles and bumps and so on.

“Hey don’t mess, you’ll get us thrown out!”

“Aah come on Danny!” said Aisha, and she proceeded to invade my panties from behind.

I was now having my bum cheeks fondled by Aisha, while Gemma was snogging me and stroking my breasts with both hands, making my nipples as hard as bullets. Gemma’s lips were so soft and even after the times we’ve kissed she still send shivers down my spine. What started as a bit of fun was quickly getting out of hand. Aisha’s hands were now straying further south and her fingers were stroking my velvet hinterland. Gemma meanwhile, was squeezing my boobs and pushing her tongue into my mouth. I had maintained some control at first, but I was responding, with my hands now exploring Gemma’s undies under her new skirt. Bearing in mind she hadn’t even paid for it yet, bit it just seemed so hot. Her skirt was a tight one, hugging her hips and bottom like a red tube. My fingers were trapped, delightfully between the cotton and her smooth soft thighs as my other hand was stroking the gusset of her panties. To say we were a mixture of fingers and tongues, groping, kissing and stroking was an understatement. I’m sure the mirror in the cubicle was beginning to steam up!

Suddenly, I found myself being pushed against the back of the cubicle, as Aisha fell to her knees. Gemma began to kiss my boobs as I stroked her legs, making her skirt ride up until it was like a puckered roll of cotton. It made deep impressions into her thighs, forming a clear line against her skin as my fingers rubbed her pussy. At the same time Aisha had pulled my pantie crotch to one side and was licking my clit as her fingers went in and out of my gaping lips. I was so turned on, aware that we could get busted at any minute.

Gemma was kissing me passionately as she tweaked my nipples and squeezed my breasts and my own fingers slipped inside her panties. The sound of our own moans and our breathless game had obscured any noise from the next cubicle. I had a thrill from the thought of being discovered and yet I was afraid of the consequences. The fact that I was dirtying Gemma’s brand new skirt; not knowing how much it cost was an added turn on.

When there was a momentary lull in our kissing and urgent panting, I could hear the world outside. Shoppers going about their business in the store and the presumed relative innocence of the other girls in the adjacent cubicles. Here I was, having my pussy licked inside out and hastily fingering my ex.

Aisha’s tongue probed deeper and deeper into my little pussy. I drew my fingers through her black hair, gathering the strands together and pulling them gently, so her mouth was even tighter against my opening. The fingers of my other hand were now fucking Gemma’s sweet Asian cunt, her juice running down my fingers and inevitably onto her brand new red garment. We were gasping and moaning as Aisha was bringing me - and I bringing Gemma to orgasm. Gemma reached out for support, maybe she felt dizzy, but she just succeeded in making a couple of plastic hangers bounce on the floor. Aisha's fingers were pressed into the inside of my thighs, making little round impressions in the flesh as she slurped at my pussy. She shook her head, her nose tickling my exposed, swollen clitoris, causing me to shiver and draw breath.

"Ooooh fuck! Aisha, you naughty girl!" I said, as quietly as possible, in the circumstances.

The situation felt surreal. I half expected something to kick off, but I was letting my body drift slowly but surely to orgasm in just about the most public place possible. The hardest thing was to stay even partly composed. I wanted to release and express myself but just murmured my feelings with little whimpers of delight. Frankly, it was insane but I couldn't do anything to stop it. My hand was now rubbing against Gemma’s bum as my fingers curved into her pussy, stroking her vaginal wall. Our lips were locked together in a wet, mushy kiss, our tongues twirling and our breath hot and aroused. The next thing I knew, she was squealing, before she muffled her cries of ecstasy. Just after Gemma came it was my turn. I was woozy and fuzzy. My legs were like jelly as I came and I had to stick four fingers into my mouth and bite on them as my juices drizzled into Aisha’s mouth.

“Yessss! Aisha baby! You’re making me cummm!”

Suddenly the curtain of the cubicle waffled and there was a concerned voice from the staff member.

“Is everything OK in there?”

“Yes… nearly done.” I said, after a pause and a gasp for air.

I licked my fingers, tasting Gemma’s juices and we had a three way kiss before dressing.

"Gemma, you two are going to get me arrested one of these days!"

"Awww... you're OK. Anyway, you've not lost your touch!"

I ignored Gemma's remark, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Are you actually having that skirt Gemma?” I asked.

“Not this actual one. I think it’s shop soiled,” she said, blushing slightly.

I poked a head out of the cubicle and quite a queue had formed for the changing rooms.

I left with a distinctly guilty look, followed by Aisha and Gemma, receiving looks of disdain from other customers and one of dismay from the shop lady. She looked at me and pointed at a sign on the wall. It read: Strictly one person per cubicle.

“Oh sorry. Anyway, I’d like to buy these,” I said, hoping to regain some dignity.

Our group reconvened in the sunshine and we became increasingly giggly. Laura asked me if there had been any shenanigans and I gave her my butter wouldn’t melt look.

“How about you?” I asked. “You haven’t said much.”

“Hayley is thawing slowly,” said Laura.

“Oh good. So you think she’ll be good at Twister?”

“I can’t wait to find out,” said Laura.

We paused at a pedestrian crossing and I gave Laura’s bum a squeeze as we had a nice, long kiss. It was a busy Saturday afternoon in the heart of Liverpool. We didn’t go unnoticed.

Next it was off to a pedicure suite for some of the girls to get painted nails. I sat in the waiting area next to Hayley.

“Welcome to the craziness,” I said.

“Thanks. Aisha and Gemma are mad!”

“I know. You’ll get used to them, they’re always like that.”

“Oh.”

“Has Ashlie told you about our parties Hayley?”

“Yes. You like to get a little intimate?”

“You could say that. We plan on playing Twister later.”

“Oh that’s good, I like Twister, especially after a glass or two.”

“Yes. We play it nude.”

“Nude?” Said Hayley.

“Yes, as in naked,” I confirmed. “Is that OK?”

“Yeah. Ummm...”

“Good. We won’t drop you in the deep end. We’ll get naked slowly and maybe get to know each other a little better.”

Hayley looked at me and smiled. I put my hand on hers reassuringly. I knew it was going to be a fun night.

To be continued…

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