I raised an eyebrow and asked him: “Since when are you such an expert on group sex?”
“I just read a lot,” he replied, grinning. Read a lot of Hustler articles, I thought to myself.
Samantha went on to say: “I'm sure, that if I offered to give any guy here a blowjob, he'd be willing to get sucked in front of everyone. In fact, I'm convinced I can get a whole bunch of guys involved here.”
“Maybe even all of them,” she said, winking at Andrew.
This just pissed me off royally, and I blurted out: “Jeez, stop talking shit, Sam, there's like no damn way you will ever do something that absurd.”
“The fuck I won't… you want to dare me?” she challenged.
“Go for it,” I replied, “Let's see just how many boys will want to lower their standards tonight.”
This was exactly the response she was after. People were already taking notice of the conversation, since I was getting annoyed with her, and I didn't exactly keep my voice down. The raunchy exchange had caught the attention of one of the senior boys at the party. He was on the Provincial Water Polo squad, and was known for his sexual promiscuity and forwardness with girls in the school. He'd been drinking quite heavily that night, making him even more of a lout than usual.
“Hey, I'm willing,” he said, while whipping out his large, limp penis, “just not so sure about the 'able' part.” Samantha took her cue, and dropped to her knees on the lawn. She started stroking his shaft and flicking her tongue around the purplish-pink head of the circumcised cock. Not having any joy, she reached into his pants and carefully moved his testicles out from his open fly. She loosened his belt and licked his balls, before inserting them in her mouth, one testicle at a time. She continued working his shaft, and soon his cock started stiffening up.
By then, there was a tiny crowd surrounding the outdoor fireplace. More and more kids heard about what was going on, and pretty soon people at the back of the crowd were standing on chairs, to get a better view. Andrew and I had ringside seats, so to speak. I didn't want to make a scene by pushing through the crowd of people, dragging Andrew with me. I just sat there, fuming, while Andrew watched the live-action porn scene play out a couple of feet away from us.
As much as I disliked the girl, Samantha's cock-sucking skills were admirable. She used a lot of saliva, both to lubricate the large cock that was thrusting in her mouth, and to make those wet slurping sounds. She really played with her spit, making it thick and sticky, so it looked like cum. The technique worked and it was long before guy shot a massive load in her mouth.
Like a brazen whore, she took off her tight top, exposing her large, tanned breasts beneath. She did not swallow the sperm; instead she let it run out of her mouth, down her chin and onto her boobs. This spectacle was enough to convince many of the guys who were sporting boners in their pants, to get sucked by Samantha.
Within minutes, there was a whole queue of guys, with their pants around their ankles, stroking their hard cocks, while Sam sucked them off in series. She didn't bother rinsing her mouth out between cumshots, and the male participants were too eager to fuck her face than worry about getting another guy's sperm on their dicks.
Samantha sucked relentlessly, and within half an hour, she'd sucked 27 different cocks, with most the guys climaxing in her mouth, and others squirting their hot white goo over her breasts or face.
Alice was not impressed with the turn of events, and barged through the circle of onlookers, armed with a garden hose. “Since you're quite done with your display, you'll need to get cleaned up before you dare to leave the patio,” she said, before releasing the trigger and drenching Sam with a high pressure jet of water.
Sam shrieked at the cold blast of water, but knew that she needed to get clean. “Don't even think of jumping into my heated pool, you psycho bitch,” hissed Alice, as she stood between Samantha and the edge of the pool.
Alice carried on blasting away with the hose, until the housekeeper showed up with a bucket of water and detergent, a mop and a towel. “I want all this fucking baby batter cleaned up NOW! There is no fucking way you're leaving tonight before the paving is absolutely fucking spotless!”
Samantha wrapped herself up in the warm, soft towel and reluctantly got to work cleaning up the bricks, while the housekeeper stood by and gave instructions. Alice walked away, smiling, and turned up the volume on the sound system.
I sort of felt bad for Sam, but also knew she'd brought it on herself. The guys who were involved in the incident went away from it with their reputations intact. Samantha was not so fortunate. For the rest of her time in high school with us, she was associated with the events of that night. It's kind of complimentary being labeled as a 'blowjob queen' when your boyfriend describes you like that. Not so much when you got you title the way Samantha did.
What happened at Alice's party put a bit of a damper on my sexual development: I wasn't sure about going all the way, even just with my boyfriend. I was even questioning my compatibility with guys in general, and I started getting a little curious about girls. Not that I did anything about these lesbian tendencies. Well, not until much later at least.
As I got older, and more experienced, I got over my initial “not sure if want” feelings about penises. I still had my reservations about getting involved with more than one guy at a time though. My views on this changed, but that only happened years later.
It happened quite suddenly, just over a year ago. My brother James was involved in the construction industry, and he'd picked up a contract via some friends, to build timber houses along the beachfront of the coastal town of Vilanculos, in Mozambique. He was in Cape Town getting a construction crew together. It was quite a specialist project, for a British client, and he needed people he could trust to work with him.
Money wasn't an issue for the client, but the house had to be constructed in such a way, that it could withstand the onslaught of the intense tropical storms that periodically struck the region. All the furniture and decor had been custom designed by James and my dad, and was going to be constructed using local materials and timber. It was kind of a big deal job for James, his first real solo housing project. He'd spent the last seven years working for a company, gaining experience and expertise, before starting his own business.
Because his previous job entailed working all over the country, we hardly got to see each other. He phoned me on the first Saturday of the month, wanting to meet up for lunch in a cafe in Green Point, on the Main Road. The suburb was one of our old haunts. He used to take me out with his friends when I was sixteen. Of course, club owners didn't bother checking the identity documents of girls. They just needed to look as though they're 18. After spending entire nights dancing away in the club district, we would have breakfast at one of the many restaurants and cafes in the area.
I took Beth with me to meet James for lunch that day. They seemed to click instantly, and we had a pleasant time catching up on events from the last couple of years. James ordered a round of beers and revealed the true intention of the meeting.
“I want you to come up with us, spend a week in Valinculos. You'll really dig it there. It's awesomely laid back,” he said.
I wasn't expecting anything like this and was speechless. “You can bring Beth with, you two will have fun,” added James.
“I would be delighted to join you there,” said Beth. She nudged me hard in the ribs, saying: “And Jennifer simply cannot refuse your offer.” She was positively beaming. I thought about it for second, and decided to go along with the plan. Why not, I thought, I was content enough, but stuck in a routine of working, going out and spending my off time in a drunken haze. A change would do me a whole lot of good. Besides, I didn't have the heart to disappoint Beth.