It was the fall of 1982. Kelly, who was now twenty-two, had recently started working for a new company. The thing she thought was a little odd about this new company, was that on any given day maybe half of the women in the office were braless. And it wasn’t hard to tell. Hard nipples. Big boobs swaying. It seemed like everyone had big boobs?

Occasionally someone would wear something sheer. She had already clearly seen three sets of areolae in her short time working there. Boobs seemed to be a part of the culture. Was this the office version of the Playboy Mansion, Kelly wondered? No one had said anything about baring your boobs during her interview or her orientation. Kelly was keeping her bra on, thank you very much, she told herself.

She had been on the job for three weeks when she was invited by a group of co-workers to attend a party the upcoming Saturday night. She learned that none of the men were invited. It seemed like a good way to make friends so she readily accepted. It did seem strange that the men weren’t invited, nor spouses or partners for that matter? There were about thirty women who worked at the company and maybe a dozen men.

It turned out that the party was at the home of the owner, Mr. Johnson. He wasn’t home, as far as she knew. The party was hosted by his wife, Deb, who no longer worked at the company but Kelly had seen her stop into the office a couple of times. Kelly had been given scant details of the party, pretty much just where and when and the other women seemed thrilled that she agreed to attend.

It was a beautiful, spacious, home. A valet met her in the long driveway to park her car. Everyone was kicking off their shoes as they entered the foyer. There was a bar staffed by two shirtless good-looking young bartenders. The drinks were delicious and everyone was drinking up and having fun. There were around twenty women at the party. All were in their twenties and thirties. After an hour or so they announced they were starting the first game. It was innocent and lame, something like what ladies play at a shower.

After a couple of those games, they announced a new game. The hostess, Deb, would ask the questions and you had to mark your answers on a scoresheet which was handed out. Nothing to it Kelly thought. The questions started out sort of innocent yet personal. Some physical sizes, measurements, weight, cup size, etc. (Kelly is five-feet-two-inches tall, 40-25-36, wears a 34F bra, has long dishwater blond hair that comes down to her butt, weighs one-hundred-twenty pounds, has a bubble butt and shaves her snatch.) Ok, weird questions, but whatever.

Then they got really personal, real fast: age when you lost your virginity, how many men you have screwed, how many you have sucked, how many people at once had you had sex with, favorite position, longest cock you’ve screwed. Then bunches of yes/no questions: Have you fucked a relative(!), someone ten or more years older than you, ten or more years younger, been caught masturbating, fucked in public, flashed anyone, done a double penetration, able to deep throat, eaten out another girl…

There was a total of one-hundred questions. And Deb was taking her time. Lots and lots of giggling and laughing. But as time went on the breathing became a little heavier. Some of it was, Kelly thought, people thinking about things they had done, as she was, and it was affecting them. Kelly was getting wetter by the minute. She couldn’t help it. It was a crazy situation, but it was getting to her.

Now early on Kelly thought about how honest she should be in her answers, but concluded it was just innocent fun, why try to fake it? They took a refresh-your-drink break after the first fifty questions. Kelly noticed the drinks seemed stronger. Then they got back together and finished off the one hundred. How long is your husband’s cock? What is your favorite sex position? Have you ever shaved your beaver? Do you let him come in your mouth? Do you swallow or spit?

This was craziness! Kelly couldn’t figure out where this was heading. An orgy? Public humiliation? Getting fired? No one else seemed to know, or at least they weren’t letting on. After well more than an hour the game was finally done. Kelly wasn’t the only one who seemed flush. Then Deb came around and started collecting the answer sheets. Kelly was not expecting that to happen.

Mrs. Johnson then announced, “Okay ladies, here’s what we came for!”

Music was suddenly blasting throughout the house and three male strippers appeared from a hallway and started dancing. They had a couple of costume changes. Kelly was enjoying the view immensely. One was a tall black man, one a light-skinned black man, and one a Hispanic man. All three looked like they were hung.

Kelly said, “they had huge packages!”

The ladies were mostly all sitting on furniture and folding chairs around the huge great room. One by one the dancers approached women and pulled them up to dance. As they danced they were removing the ladies’ tops. No one seemed to mind? Certainly, no one resisted. Some ladies sat back down, some stayed up and continued dancing. Soon enough Kelly was pulled up and stripped to her waist. She stayed up dancing.

Kelly was struck by the women in the room. All of them were around the same height, probably no one taller than five-feet-four or less than five feet. All of them would probably fit into a size eight or ten dress (sizes of that day). No one was flat chested, not even close. Kelly was probably tied with two others for biggest boobs but everyone was at least a C-cup. They all were attractive young women. It dawned on Kelly that this wasn’t random.

Kelly also noticed that a 35mm camera was being passed among a couple of the women and they were shooting roll after roll of film. It struck Kelly that they seemed more interested in taking pictures of the topless women than of the naked men.

After all the gals were topless the strippers left the room for a moment. All of the ladies sat down. The strippers came charging out with the next song, buck naked with long cocks flopping all around. The ladies were shrieking. The men were dancing and Kelly was watching their hard-ons grow.

Quickly, they were approaching women shaking their cocks at them. Kelly was correct with her earlier observations. Their cocks were huge. Kelly guessed them all to be at least eight or nine inches long. All of the women were grabbing at them and giving them a few strokes. None of the three were circumcised. The gals were loving sliding their foreskins back and forth. Some were giving a quick lick to their cockheads. By the next song, a few cocksuckers had made themselves known.

Soon, each of the three was being sucked by one or maybe two women. A couple of gals were deep throating them. Kelly wanted to suck off all of them, but this was all still a lot to take in with a new job and women she barely knew. She laid as low as she could.

Eventually, one of the strippers charged up to her and it was her turn. She had a long, thinner, dick attached to the light-skinned black man shoved in her face. She swallowed it with one gulp and pressed her nose against his shaved pubic bone. She thought to herself that for being kind of sweaty he actually smelled really good. He started to throat fuck her. Kelly was hoping she could make him cum. As soon as she thought he actually might, he pulled out and danced away, taking a moment before he went over to a “tip licker”.

On the next song the dancers retreated to the bedroom and suddenly three different naked dancers appeared (all of these guys were white). Kelly noticed their cocks weren’t as long as the “A-Team”, but respectable. All were easily six or seven inches long.

Again, they started pulling women to the dance floor and this time, were stripping them naked. Most of the women were wearing blue jeans. There was lots of shimmy-shaking as the strippers tugged down their tight blue jeans. Kelly figured the Calvin Klein ad must be working as most of the women hadn’t bothered wearing panties.

Some of the ladies were anxious to get naked and stripped themselves where they sat. Kelly was pulled up as one of the last to be stripped out of her jeans. By the end of that song, everyone in the house was naked. As the next song played, it was all naked writhing bodies dancing and grabbing at everything. Kelly had several women rubbing her tits and rolling her nipples. Someone slipped a finger into her slit from behind for a minute. Kelly was grabbing for the cock that was nearest to her.

Kelly was much more interested in the cocks in the room but couldn’t help but check out her naked co-workers. A couple of Hispanic girls had darker nipples than Kelly would have expected, having never before seen a naked Latina. There was one black girl who Kelly thought was beautiful, even though she wished she were shaved to make it easier to see her slit.

Her boobs kind of curved down and then straight out with huge nipples on the ends. Kelly was fascinated by how her boobs jiggled. She thought they must be incredibly firm.

Kelly noticed that her immediate supervisor, Judy, had closely cropped pussy hair with a slit that was tightly closed. Janet, the lady that had interviewed her had very large areolae, but Kelly had seen them a week ago as she paraded around in a sheer top at work. She had stopped to talk to Kelly at her cubicle. Kelly was sitting in her chair and with Janet’s boobs at eye level. Try as she might, Kelly just couldn’t make eye contact. Not only were her areolae huge but her nipples were hard and as big as the tip of Kelly’s thumb.

One of the women was really dancing for all she was worth. Her boobs were bouncing all around. Even though she wasn’t shaved, she was trimmed enough down below that Kelly could see she had open labia exposing her inner lips just like Kelly has. She looked wet too. Kelly felt her pussy leaking onto the sofa where she was sitting. She noticed it was leather and was a bit relieved.

The music volume lowered and Deb stood on the staircase and announced: “We have our slut of the night!” Everyone, except for Kelly, cheered loudly. WTF? “Our Company Slut of the night, drumroll please… is Kelly!”

People seemed nearly as shocked as Kelly was herself.

Quickly a massage-table-sort-of-looking contraption was rolled out to the center of the room. Kelly had to raise her hand to identify herself. The three white dancers picked her up and carried her to the table, laid her down on her back and were rubbing her down with massage oil.

As two of them did most of the oiling, one guy tugged her knees far apart and was using both of his hands to spread her cunt wide open for everyone to see. Kelly saw camera flashes going off by the lower half of her body. She knew they all had to see how her pussy was sopping wet with her juices in hopes it would soon be penetrated by something.

Then the “A-Team” reappeared. They stood around the table and started to rub Kelly’s body while offering their cocks to her mouth and hands. One of the guys buried several fingers in her cunt and was finger banging her. Kelly sucked on each of them.

Then two of the guys lifted her off the table. The guy with the longest cock (Kelly figured it was easily nine inches, maybe more and thick), the black guy, laid down and the other guys lifted her above him, spreading her legs, making it clear she was going to be impaled by his cock. Kelly saw he had a leather cock ring contraption around his cock and balls.

Kelly mounted him willingly. Kelly has been blessed with a deep cunt. In her lifetime she has accepted a few huge cocks without issue. Her pussy was on fire, the drinks had her loosened up, and she wanted to fuck, co-workers watching or not, weird party and all.

She had a huge cock filling her and her pussy was in charge now. And fuck they did. She bounced her ass up and down the length of his dick. She loved the feeling of fullness she had with his sausage in her. The Hispanic guy stood beside the table and pulled Kelly in for a kiss.

He whispered, “Suck me and don’t stop until I cum in your mouth. Understand?”

Kelly nodded that she did and then had an eight-inch cock in her throat. He was fucking her face as vigorously as the other guy was fucking her twat. Kelly felt a hand rub oil on her ass. No surprise what was coming next! He worked a couple of fingers into her butt to loosen her up. Kelly appreciated the thoughtfulness.

She felt the other body join them on the platform and the long thin cock worked its way into her butt. She was triple penetrated and the women were both cheering and tossing insults at the same time. They were cheering her on (“Fuck him good!”) while also saying things like “Take it you slut!”

Kelly could see the three white guys working the room. They were spending a minute or two with each woman. Fucking some, getting blow jobs from others, fingering others with a free hand. There was no more silly kissing the heads of their cocks. Women were being penetrated and seemed to be enjoying all of it.

After the next song, the music ended. Everyone crowded around the fuck table and started using their hands to rub, grab or feel someone or something. Kelly’s nipples were being pinched (a bit too hard). She felt fingers rubbing her between the cocks in her bottom half. Someone managed to find her clit and seemed determined to rub it clean off.

She felt a finger slide into her cunt alongside the huge black cock. Kelly could see that some ladies were using one hand to work on someone on the table and their other hand to jack themselves off. The sound was one of an impending massive group climax.

Kelly couldn’t take anymore. The cocks, the fingers, the sounds, sights and smells pushed her over the cliff. She screamed out in ecstasy as she came. She really didn’t want to cum in front of this crowd, but there was no more than she could take. She also didn’t care how loud she screamed.

Minutes later she screamed out a second orgasm. She felt the guy in her ass harden up. He was crushing her hips as he grabbed and pushed down on them.

He screamed “Take it, slut!” as he pumped his hot load up her butt.

Moments later, the guy in her cunt cried out the same line. She felt his load squish past his cock and drip out of her pussy. Her cunt was so full of cock there was no room left for cum. She didn’t have time to react to his orgasm as the guy in her mouth suddenly blasted stream after stream of cum into her mouth. He filled her to overflowing.

Kelly loves how much I cum. She says I cum like a fire truck. She said this guy came, “like a whole fucking fire brigade.” He held her head down on his cock as he pumped and pumped until she literally had cum running from her nose.

As the Hispanic guy slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth he continued to hold her head firmly. She gave up trying to swallow his cum. It was just too much. It was dripping from her mouth and nose. He held her head as the three white guys each stepped up and blasted her face with their loads. Kelly had her eyes closed as she suffered the cum attack (she’s never been a fan of facials), but she heard several women orgasm as they climaxed to the guys jacking on her face.

The black guy underneath gave her a thank you kiss on her tits, slid out and left Kelly on all fours. The guy in her ass was last to leave. He waited until his dick was limp and slipped out. Kelly felt something happening on her butt. She later found out someone wrote “Company Slut” in magic marker across her butt cheeks.

She had seen some camera flashes during the onslaught. She was there on display for everyone, cum dripping from her mouth, nose, face, cunt, and ass. Everyone was still standing close to the table. They each stepped back as the Deb made her way around the table taking tons of close-up photos.

Kelly, who loves to expose her body, said she has never felt so completely exposed in such an embarrassing pose. Like the whole night so far, she was conflicted by feeling that every part of it was so fucked up and wrong, yet parts of it had her incredibly turned on.

She felt so very good being fucked in every hole by a big cock, and while she was embarrassed by all of the women looking at her dripping cum from every opening, she could tell by their comments and reactions that most of them were jealous that it had not been them who had been gang fucked. Embarrassed and proud at the same time? Again, a weird, weird, night.

Soon enough, she was helped off the platform by a couple of the ladies and they took her to the master bath for a shower. They took time on the way to encourage Kelly to take some huge gulps of her drink. Kelly’s eyes were still half closed as she tried to keep cum out of her eyeballs. Kelly recognized the voices as the two girls who work adjacent to her. Sandy helped her braid her hair and hold it up before she got into the shower. All three got in the shower together.

The shower was huge. “So, what the fuck just happened?” were her first words.

The ladies explained that every now and then they have one of their “Sex Parties” and they especially like to invite anyone new, to really bring them in and make them feel a part of the group. They were all shocked that Kelly was named “Slut”. They thought maybe it was because of her quiz answers. They had a good idea who was going to be “it” for the night and were very surprised that she wasn’t called. Kelly admitted she had done some wild stuff in her life and had shared it on the answer sheet.

Soon the talking and soaping turned sensuous. Sandy was playing with her boobs and licking her ears and neck. Kelly’s nipples were rock hard. Kelly could feel Sandy’s hard nipples poking into her back as she kissed her. Gayle dropped to her knees and was eating her. Sandy started to play with Kelly’s boobs as Gayle was eating her.

They brought Kelly to orgasm pretty quickly. Kelly wanted to return the favor but they both said they were missing the party. They got out, quickly dried off, Kelly shook out her hair and they returned to the great room.

They walked into full-on debauchery. All six guys had their cocks in someone, but then Kelly realized it wasn’t just six guys, there were four more in the mix. The valets and bartenders were naked and fucking too. Women were having orgasms right and left. Kelly couldn’t help but notice Deb was wearing a huge black strap-on cock and was aggressively fucking Judy from accounting doggy style on the massage table. Both of their boobs were shaking wildly.

Lindsay, the company secretary who works at the front window was laid out on the bar. Kelly thought her boobs might actually be larger than her own. Lindsay had the only other shaved pussy in the room. Carol, who handles marketing, was pouring tequila into Lindsay’s belly button and doing body shots while Darla, one of the supervisors, was between Lindsay’s legs eating her out.

Carol turned and hollered, “Kelly!” and poured tequila over both of her boobs and proceeded to suck Kelly’s nipples and lick the tequila off of her boobs. Kelly fingered her cunt as she was licking. Kelly saw a trail of women step up to the bar to eat Lindsay’s shaved cunt.

Gayle was still next to Kelly and asked: “is your offer still good?”

She laid down on a couch and pulled Kelly’s mouth to her trimmed, yet hairy pussy. Kelly brought Gayle to her first orgasm and was working on her second. She felt rubber rubbing up and down her slot. She knew what was coming next.

Kelly felt the big black dildo impale her twat. She ate her Gayle to her second orgasm. Deb then fucked Kelly to an orgasm. A few people had pulled in close to watch Kelly being fucked. After she came Deb pulled her cock out of Kelly’s twat and aimed for her ass. Kelly tried hard to relax and was relieved when she felt KY glopping onto her butt hole.

Soon Kelly was being ass-fucked by the dildo. Sandy wiggled under her and was eating Kelly’s pussy. She was damn good. Very, very good. Kelly had the opportunity to eat pussy since she was in high school. It was mostly with friends and Kelly always felt that she was more committed to doing it right. She always got her partner off. Them getting her off was maybe a fifty-fifty deal.

What was striking her was that every woman in the room was eating pussy with vigor and commitment. Women were cumming from being eaten right and left. Clearly, they were not all lesbians, although maybe some were? Kelly wondered to herself how often these parties really occurred?

The huge dildo in her ass and a skilled tongue on her clit did it for Kelly and she had a huge squirting orgasm and flooded Sandy’s face. The dildo retracted, Sandy moved on and Kelly was rolled to her back.

One of the cute bartenders sat his shaved asshole on Kelly’s face. She gave him a rim job and was cheered on by some onlookers. He flipped himself around and used Kelly’s huge tits to tit fuck her. Kelly was holding on as tight as she could, keeping them wrapped completely around his cock. She leaned forward and was catching the head of his cock on the upstrokes. Soon he plunged his cock into her mouth and drained his nuts down her throat.

Kelly looked around and was simply stunned. It was a full-on insane orgy. Everyone doing everything imaginable and then moving on to the next thing that interested them. No one was really a watcher. Everyone was extremely involved.

Kelly concluded that the guys were probably snorting coke. They were fucking like superhumans, not normal men. Hell, as far as she knew, maybe the women were on coke too? Just as Kelly was lost in her moment of observation a girl with a fire-red hairy bush climbed up on her, pushing her back and sat her cunt on Kelly’s face. Kelly ate her until she climbed off.

Kelly learned from the redhead (Meghan) that part of the point of the party was to have sex with as many people as you could and really try to be with everyone there. That helped explain the non-stop, always-moving, craziness of the room. It was a constantly writhing and wiggling mass of sex and the room reeked of cum of every variety.

Meghan moved along and was fucking the huge black cock. Kelly thought it was a hell of a sight, seeing the pink-skinned girl impaled by a purple-black dark, dark cock.

Kelly spent a couple of more hours sucking, fucking, eating and being eaten by, as far as she could tell, everyone at the party. She was proud of herself that eight of the ten men there had cum in or on her. She had squirted three times and had even taken a turn on the bar with a line of women eating her shaved snatch. Others were sucking tequila from her belly button, which caused her to giggle uncontrollably, which just made them lick and tickle her even more. She had to beg them to stop.

Kelly was on the floor with Judy, the accountant, who was scissoring her and sucking her toes at the same time. It was the first time Kelly had ever experienced that. It turned her on big time. She and Judy were grinding their pussies together so hard, the toe sucking was enough to push Kelly to a huge squirting orgasm. When Judy felt Kelly squirt onto her Judy stopped sucking her toes and groaned and shook as she came.

Kelly had her rump in the air while she was eating someone and Darla came up and tongue fucked her butthole. It made Kelly stop eating for a moment and let out a squeal. After the tongue fucking ended she got a couple of hard swats on her ass and Kelly let out a louder squeal. Not really her thing and she was glad that it ended quickly.

She was able to grab the Hispanic guy and got him to fuck her to orgasm. She wished he would have shot one of his huge loads in her cunt, but his balls must have been drained long ago. Kelly was on the bottom as he was fucking her.

Carol came up and started tickling her again nearly to the point of not being able to breathe. As much as Kelly truly hated being tickled she couldn’t deny how it felt in conjunction with being nailed. It made her cum. Her cunt was unbelievably wet. She could feel her juices running from her hole.

As the night wound down and girls figured they had filled their dance cards most went for a shower and then searched for their clothes. It was a hit or miss situation. She saw Judy leave wearing a jacket and nothing else. Kelly figured that would work and she carried her shoes and clothes to the car. Mrs. Johnson was at the door French-kissing everyone as they left.

When she arrived home at three a.m. Kelly still reeked of booze and cum. She was too loaded to really talk about the party, plus she knew my mind would be too blown at that time.

In the morning, I was honestly stunned when she told me what happened. Kelly hurt all over. Her nipples were screaming in pain from being bitten and chewed on and had the red marks and bruises to back it up, her clit had suffered the same fate. The huge dildo destroyed her butt for several days. Her cunt was about the only thing that didn’t really hurt that much.

When I gave her a look she lovingly told me to, “fuck off.” Sunday night she shared more details and let me fuck her as long as I promised to go slow and easy. I was able to hang on until she got to the part about being cleaned up in the shower. I blasted a huge load into her cunt.

At work on Monday, everyone carried on like nothing had happened. At lunchtime, Sandy did whisper to her, “You can’t ever, ever, let the men know about the party.”

And that was all that was said. Kelly noticed that all of the men at the company seemed very interested in her, but for the times, the behavior wasn’t that odd. And with her looks, it was something that Kelly had become used to since she grew her boobs at a young age. She did go to work braless on occasion after the party and admitted she enjoyed how the men looked at her on those days. They seemed very appreciative and especially friendly and kind. She was thinking about trying a sheer top or two once summer rolled around.

Eventually, Kelly was let in on the fact that all of the pictures that had been taken at the parties, and there were hundreds of them, were put into an album that was shared with the men at the company. Kelly wasn’t shocked. Knowing that everyone had seen her naked (and close-ups of every hole) kind of gave her a what-the-fuck attitude about it all. Kelly pulled a sheer white blouse out of the closet that weekend and wore it to work on Monday with a Rah-Rah mini-skirt and no bra or panties.