On Saturday night, Dad dropped me off at Giavanna's house. We didn’t say much on the journey; the traffic had been awful, and Dad likes to concentrate on driving. He pulled up outside Giavanna’s, turned, and looked at me. “So, this mate of yours,” he said.  

“Yes?” 

“I know that you have been shagging her. I have known all along.” 

I paused. “Okay.” 

“I didn’t realise that you were Bi.” 

“I’m not.” 

“It looks as if you are. Are you shagging anyone other than Giavanna?” 

I had to laugh, “Every opportunity I get.” 

“What are you then, if you’re not Bi?” 

“I am Pan.” 

He chuckled. “Pan, what the fuck is Pan?” 

“When you get home, Dad, Google it. It is what I am.” 

“Jeez, kids today, just inventing terms! Whatever happened to ordinary or queer?”  

“It provides clarity, Dad.” I blew him a kiss and got out of the car and walked to the front door. I could hear Insomnia by Faithless blasting through the open windows, and I could smell weed. This was going to be a good party.  People who were high were easy to control.

I opened the front door and walked in. Giavanna was standing in the kitchen at the end of the hall, facing away. She would not have seen me. I made a beeline for her, not interested in anyone else. I put my arms around her, covering her eyes, and kissed the nape of her neck. 

“Meesh,” she whispered as she turned around. Her lips crushed mine, her breasts pushed against mine. My fingers pulled the hem of her skirt up, and I stroked down the crease of her arse. 

“Gee,” I answered. 

“You better be staying,” she said into my mouth. Our kisses were passionate and wet.  

“You aren’t getting rid of me,” I answered. 

She tongued me a bit more, then pulled back. "Bottled waters on the draining board.” 

“Cheers.” Neither of us drank alcohol; that was for the oldies. We got our kicks from what we did, not stimulants. Although I could smell weed, neither Giavanna nor I would be touching it, nor any other drugs. Sex was our high, and we were determined to take off tonight.

Water in hand, I left the kitchen and headed into the front room. A handful of partiers were there, including our mate, Geoffrey, who was failing brilliantly at talking up a girl from Giavanna's work. I laughed, then saw that Jaz was there by the window. He and I often hooked up; I liked that he didn’t do stims either. We both had the same desires, although he was more straight with an occasional straying to Bi. 

“Mica,” he said softly. He was right fit at six feet of brown-skinned charm. He didn’t just have a big dick; he knew how to use it.

Ignoring the girl he was talking to (who wears that much pink?) I walked up to him and kissed him, my lips pushing hard, my tongue forcing its way inside. As I pressed my tall form against him, I could feel his dick hardening against my stomach. I smiled inwardly and hummed. Yes, tonight was going to be a good party.

He was easy to control; I knew I could make him give me whatever I wanted. I bit his earlobe, and he laughed. I said loud enough for Miss Pink to hear. “I will need you inside me before the morning, clear?”

He nodded, and I spun to go find Gee, knowing I looked brilliant in my blue party dress and silver heels. The girl he was with, Fiona Something, spat out a few choice words for me. I smiled as Jaz tried to explain.

There were maybe a dozen or more party people populating Giavanna’s shared house. Her parents had let it for her as she “found her feet” at uni. She had a roommate who was jealous of me, which I loved. She fancied Gee, but my lover had put up a wall.

I found the tan-skinned object of my affection dancing in the parlor. There were six others putting on choreographed foreplay. I grabbed her hips from behind, and she ground her proper apple bottom back into me. She wrapped her right arm behind her head to bring me down to her neck. I hungrily licked and kissed, and she laughed in pure sexual delight. We moved with grace, lathered over a slice of sexy promises.

“Saucy slut!”

I bit her earlobe the same as Jaz. “Takes one…”

After another song, we were sweaty, and I was dripping into my knickers. I was glad I had worn some under my hot dress and was not leaking down my thighs.

Daphne, another mate who sometimes had party fun with us, wrapped her arms around our necks in a three-way hug, her red hair already sweaty. “You two are so fucking hot it makes me ill!”

I laughed and kissed her with a lot of tongue. “Maybe you can get burned later.”

Gee rolled her eyes and pushed away from us, laughing. “That was rubbish, Meesh!”

Daphne strutted away, boyfriend-of-the-week in tow. “I’ll bring some aloe.”

I took Giavanna’s arm and pulled her toward the kitchen pantry. She knew I couldn’t wait any longer. We were eating each other’s faces, and I was about to close the door with my foot when I saw Jaz and Fiona over her shoulder. I left the door a crack and lifted Gee’s hot top up and over her head. I then unhooked her bra as I bit her neck.

Jaz’s eyes went saucer-wide.

I knew just how to control him; he would be putty in my hands later. I gently kissed Giavanna’s neck, my right hand cupping her boob, my thumb just touching the edge of her nipple. 

I looked through the crack in the door. Not to be outdone, Jaz took control of Fiona. I could see Fiona bent over the kitchen island, her frilly pink skirt up across her back, her Hello Kitty knickers around her knees. And then I saw a nice surprise: Fiona had bollocks and sausage – she was trans. I gasped, and Giavanna looked with me.

“Oh, that is lovely,” she said and pushed my head to her left breast, which I gladly sucked.

Jaz was stroking his dick, his glans glistening in the subdued light. I could see Fiona’s arsehole was glistening with a small plug inside. Jaz twisted once and pulled it out. He then slid his dripper down the crease of her arse. To my disappointment, Jaz stood behind her, hiding her from my view, and he thrust. 

Two other partygoers came into the kitchen to get beers from the fridge. They glanced at the two shagging against the worktop, made no reaction, and headed out.

Leaving Jaz to his pleasures, I returned my attention to Giavanna. I had her boob in my right hand, and the fingers of my left were stroking along her crease, easing her petals apart, finding her hot valley. Giavanna gasped as I brushed over her nubbin, her fingers clutching at my waist as she reveled in the pleasures. 

The door pushed fully open just as my fingers pressed against her entrance. Daphne stood there, her breath panting, her desire palpable.  

“God, you two, couldn’t you wait?”  

She pulled Giavanna away and then grabbed my hand, pulling me too. She dragged us past the dick owners fucking.

“Oy, whatcher?” Jaz asked. We just giggled.

Fiona snapped, “Fuck me, you tosser!”

We rushed through the house and out into the garden. On the grass were some sun lounger cushions, aligned as if they were a bed. Daphne pulled her dress off over her head and dropped it to the side. 

“Come on, you two, what are you waiting for, Christmas?” 

Giggling, I added my clothes to the pile only a second before Giavanna; we were naked, three girls bare arsed under the full moon. I grabbed at Giavanna just as Daphne grabbed at me, and we all fell in a heap of legs, boobs, and fannies onto the cushions. We were lying in a sort of circle. I had Daphne’s fanny in my mouth; she had Giavanna’s, and Giavanna had mine. We knew the routine. 

“Three, two, one!” I said. We all licked on one, licking at the same time as we were licked. It was our favourite party game. The winner was the first person to scream with orgasm. Jaz had watched us once and said it was easy to win; any girl could fake it. 

Yeah, right. No girl can fake an orgasm with another girl; we just know the pulsing of the petals, the hardening of the nubbin, the tightening of the entrance, the puckering of the sphincter. No, no girl would ever be fooled. We save that for the guys; they are just so easy to control. 

I licked, I sucked, I pressed at her nubbin with my nose as my finger plundered her depths. Daphne was close, but not close enough. I was just beginning to lose it as Giavanna was working her magic, and then Giavanna pressed hard and screamed into my fanny! Daphne had got her off, Giavanna had won. I rolled over, close but no cigar to fuck my fanny. 

We all lay on our backs, our arms all intertwined, looking up at the sky. The moon was full. And just to the side of Orion, Sirius was shining brightly through the neighbours’ trees. The night was perfect. I wondered if any of the astronauts on the space station ever shagged in space. Well, did they? 

Hours and several pizza slices later, Giavanna and I were curled up in her bed, our legs entwined and our mouths lazily kissing. The partygoers had gone. Or so we thought.

“You are so sexy together.” Jaz was in the doorframe, looking fit and sexy in an I-just-fucked-my-trans-girlfriend kind of way.

“Where’s Fiona?” I said hopefully.

He sauntered in and knelt by the bed. “She has to work tomorrow at A and E, so she’s gone home. Just me, innit?

I sat up and kissed him full on, tongue tasting the familiar tang of semen. His or hers, I could not tell.

He addressed my lover. “Everyone has gone, Gee. I locked up, just didn’t clean up.

“Cheers,” she said as she yawned and rolled over. “You two go into my ex’s old room. I need to sleep.”

I laughed and leapt up as Jaz held out his hand. “I said I’d have you and I mean to.” I strutted to the next door with him following like a puppy, stripping as he went.

“Your arse is mint, Mica. And you’re dripping down your thighs!”

I pushed him flat on the bed with a bounce. I straddled his torso and ran my nails up his chest. I bent down and took hold of his jaw. “You can taste us, but only after you fill my fanny with fun-cum. Got any in the tank?”

He lifted me easily, and I positioned and sank down on his impressive hardness.

“Oh fuuu…,” I muttered.

“I got more than enough for you, Mica. Always.”

I took to bouncing on him and grinding periodically. It felt great to feel a dick that was familiar. He took hold of my waist and tried to flip us over.

I pinched his nipples, and he yelped.

“No, no, little man. I am in control tonight.”

He panted, then grinned and put his hands behind his head.

I rocked and ground my button on his pubic bone. Even after Giavanna’s mouth and fingers, my fanny was still ready for more. I rose and dropped on his impressive pole, making the brownish pink shiny with my fluids. I was in a proper state and was keen to keep it going.

I pulled off and dropped next to him. He put out a hand to draw me to his mouth for a kiss, and I batted it away. “No. Me.”

He smiled.

I took hold of his dick and sucked it into my willing mouth. The taste of the two of us together was always something I loved. He has great taste, and when I had it on my tongue, I craved more. I also tasted notes of others. I quickly realised it could be both Gee’s fanny and Fiona’s lip gloss. Or maybe the lube they used when shagging.

The mix made my heart race and my tummy growl. I wanted his load.

I went into a deep dive, and he hit the back of my throat, and I slurped and slid, marveling at how he seemed to get harder. My electrics were firing off. This cum was going to be brilliant, I could tell.

My fanny hollered at me, and I called her a greedy cow. Then I positioned myself over his face and lowered. I popped my mouth off wetly, still stroking.

“No hands. Just mouth.”

He mumbled agreement and went to work, laving me up and down and side to side. I took him back in and drove myself to another climactic peak. I stiffened and pushed down hard to increase pressure. He moaned from the obvious discomfort, and I did not care a fig.

After I settled, as quick as lightning, I was on my back in the small bed pushing him into action. “On top, punter. Fuck me!”

He flipped and mounted, excited to be somewhat back in control. His dick shoved in like he was trying to get into a popular pub on two-for-one night.

We were in a sweat-filled, loud rocking rhythm. The bed complained as it had never seen this kind of sport. I was very close and dug my nails into his shoulders.

He was grunting and locked onto my eyes. “Fiona wants to have it off with you and Gee!”

That did it. It hit like a burst damn, and I screamed in ecstasy. He stiffened and fired off several volleys of semen all over my cervix.

My orgasm crested twice until I stiffened in an arch and collapsed. Jaz fell over to the side, panting.

“Crumbs! That bit about Fiona set me off. You bastard.”

“Ha. Now who’s in control?”

If he wasn’t such a fit shag master, I would have slapped his arse to answer. As it was, I needed to rest. Giavanna likes a morning shag.

 To Be Continued

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