First Summer: Zoe's Naked Sex Party

Being no longer confined to having my back to the house, I was standing talking to a group when I saw a girl called Alice come through the house in a bright red mini-dress. A draft of wind lifted her hem enough to show she didn't have panties on underneath, but it appeared there was another one who'd had something spare in their car. She glided past me out onto the deck, but it was just a moment later I heard someone cry out -

"Alice has a dress on." and then -

"Undress Alice", the latter being repeated in a rising chorus of both male and female voices.

I turned around to see Alice surrounded. I think I heard her say something like "Aw, guys" before surrendering to the inevitable, her hands above her head as the throng lifted her dress off, picked her up and carried her down to the water and threw her in.

Of course immediately you get that feeling in your stomach of knowing what's coming. Greg and I had been talking in a group but had turned around to see what was happening. At that point you're not even sure if you should turn back toward the group and make eye contact with them knowing full well that the only thought of any of them is going to be "well we have a couple more dressed people here too".

Looking down towards the water I could see Kate standing on the outer ring where she was clearly going to be passed by those coming back from having disposed of Alice. She nervously looked around, catching my eye and giving the rolled eye expression that asks: "Do we really have to go through this?"

The night was old enough that the drink was reducing inhibitions even if things were still well under control. The answer was yes. With a formulaic -

"Kate's Dressed."

"Undress Kate," she too meekly complied as they made her lift her arms to take her cami off. Then a string of guys picked her up and held her under their arms like you would a heavy package while another slid her panties off. I noted that as she was carried down to the water more than a few of the guys took their chance to have a grope of her breasts; nothing too confronting, just that momentary little play that guys seem compelled to want to do to breasts and girls normally stop them from doing (without good reason anyway). Given how often they got exposed while she was surfing, I would guess Kate's breasts had been a source of fascination for most of the young males of the town since she'd grown them some eight years ago; still that didn't make it a good thing for them to do. I didn't hear any actual protests from Kate; maybe even a bit of laughter – but we were too far away to really tell.

Then even before Kate hit the water a female voice called out "Greg's Dressed" Undress Greg". Instantly I was pushed aside as it seemed every girl at the party surrounded Greg. For a little while he disappeared from my view; hidden by both the throng of girls and the vagaries of the light. By the time I next got a reasonably clear look at him he was being held horizontal and on his back by strings of girls arranged along either side of him. His shorts were off, leaving just his speedos.

Probably at first the girls just thought they were undies, but then I heard someone holding him near his crutch call out -'

"Hey look, they're speedos."

Zoe playfully looked up at me and asked -

"Does he have it gift wrapped for you?"

Before I could even think of a sensible answer to that question, another girl chipped in with -

"I heard she'd broken it."

That one left me flabbergasted. This was all in light good humour, but I wasn't sure whether to encourage it by replying to the banter or ignore it. In any case I wasn't sure my mental acuity was good enough to keep up with it.

Even while I pondered that one, another girl had started to play with it and got a reaction.

"No look it's still working."

Almost in unison Greg gave a firm -

"Girls do you mind."

While I let out a -

"Hey, that's mine to play with."

But we sort of drowned each other out and our protests were lost in the general squeal of merriment and laughter the girls generated amongst themselves as he responded to the stimulation. Greg was limited in the squirming he could do. Too violently and he might get dropped in the deck. He was resisting with some movement of his hips but that didn't stop the girls from teasing him up to a fair size.

With a "let's have a proper look at it" one of the girls pulled the waist string and peeled his swimmers back down to his thighs. I'd been distracted by watching what was happening with Greg. Suddenly I realised I also was partly surrounded; a dense half circle of guys had formed behind me. One of them caught my eye.

"You're dressed too. It's time to undress Karen."

Instantly half a dozen pair of hands were on me. Two guys held each arm and another had his hands around my lower chest from behind. A guy came around in front of me, momentarily blocking my view of what was happening with Greg. Reaching around my back he undid the lower tie of my bikini top, then moved his hands up and untied the top knot before pulling the top away and holding it aloft to general acclimation from the guys around me.

As he held the top up I got a glimpse of Greg. His swimmers had disappeared and I saw a girl momentarily grope his naked erection. Then the guy was in front of me again. Simultaneously he grabbed a pant tie in each hand, pulling them to release the knot and pull my pants off in a single action. They too were held aloft to much merriment.

I got a look at Greg now held shoulder high by the girls as they started off toward the water just as one of the guys called out "too the water". In a way I was relieved as I found myself hoisted onto the shoulders of the guys. I admit being ritually undressed in that way had been a turn on. But standing naked in such close proximity to all the naked guys had also freaked me out just a little; even more so when the guy taking my bikini off started to become aroused. It only took one guy to do something silly to turn a slightly bizarre and even erotic scene into quite a threatening one. I had been fortified by the knowledge that it would only take one real cry of distress for Greg to break free of his bonds and come to my rescue, but I didn't want things to head in that direction. Up high all I had to deal with were hands and within reason they were less threatening.

There were a few contacts as I was lifted up which were a bit borderline but which I was willing to accept as incidental to the lift. No sooner was I up then someone decided it would be nice to start a game of 'let's grope Karen's breasts'. Having seen it happen to Kate I wasn't surprised. Some were more ticklish than arousing and by making me squirm and laugh sort of cancelled out any mild verbal protests I otherwise tried. Still, the first one or two had teased up my nipples. As I've admitted before my nipples are quite reactive to either cold or touch and the height of the engorged nipple seems quite significant relative to the size of the breast itself.

That meant every subsequent groper discovered already raised nipples which he found too much of a temptation not to spread his fingers apart and slide between them to keep the nipples teased up to their max. It must be ingrained into their DNA because even though it was dark and because I was being carried at shoulder height each couldn't see what the others were doing, every single one did much the same thing

The fact was I didn't really mind. I actually enjoyed it. I was actually aroused by it. In a way it was the sort of male attention I'd always wanted but never been brave enough to expose myself to; sexually playful without compromising my essentially monogamous nature. But once again it was only Greg's presence that gave me the sense of security to let it happen.

Just once when we were nearly down to the water some idiot had to go too far. I'd been keeping my thighs firmly pressed together while I was carried on their shoulders. Suddenly I felt a hand turned sideways slide up between my thighs looking for intimate contact. I lifted my head, looked down along my body and with a "not there" said in a way that brooked no argument got the hand immediately removed and avoided any other attempts.

I don't know how many of the guys groped my breasts on the way down and in any case couldn't see individual faces. But from the number of hands, I'd say most of them had a go, although I would hope I could exclude my brothers from that category.

When we got to the water they faced me around so I was broadside to the shore, then I was lifted up over their heads and thrown sideways into water deep enough to safely break my fall. I came back to the surface just in time to witness the girls prepare themselves to do the same to Greg; now watched by the guys who'd just thrown me. Indignantly I noticed one girl was 'carrying' Greg's erection as if it was something separate requiring additional support – her fingers wrapped around it and lifting the head of it clear of his body.

Something went wrong as they tried to throw him so that, instead of being thrown clear over the heads of the girls on the seaward side of his body, they went down in a heap under him; so that Greg landed on top of half a dozen of them, their bodies all in a tangled heap as they tried to bring their heads back above the water. That included the girl holding Greg's shaft and in the eerie light I'll swear the last sight I had of them before they all temporarily disappeared under the water with the momentum of the fall was the tip of Greg's erection held upright by a female hand around it.

The way they fell meant Greg landed on his back at about chest level across the bodies of the half dozen girls caught under him. That in turn meant the girls couldn't get up – indeed could barely keep their heads out of the water - until Greg was off them and he couldn't get up without being really careful not to knee them or otherwise handle them inappropriately. Since to do that he had to roll over on his stomach and manoeuvre himself across their bodies I didn't want to think about how much contact his shaft had with how many girls in the process. Plus I'm sure I saw one or two of them actually retard his progress as he tried to untangle himself and very possibly have a grope. He certainly took a while to get clear of them. I could see I wasn't the only girl somewhat turned on by what was happening; I just thought they should pick on someone else.

Kate and Alice, probably unsure how to exit the water with any dignity after being thrown in or whether the group dynamics were going to permit them to come straight out, had loitered there watching proceedings. Now the whole party exited the water amongst a lot of laughter and merriment. Greg had loitered a minute waiting for his boner to subside, but seemed to quickly get it back under control and join me as I waited by the water's edge for him. I couldn't help myself. I had to ask him. He confirmed his erection had been subject to quite a lot of handling as he slid across the top of the girls. Sometimes he'd had multiple hands on it and it was more than just a grab; a couple had given it a bit of a hand job or brought their own bodies up to play against it. I offered to scratch the eyes out of any girl who'd offended him but for some reason Greg declined the offer.

Five minutes later we were all standing around naked drinking and talking again as if nothing had happened; except for the fact just about everyone was now wet. I did cast my eye around to see if I could find the bikini I'd just lost, but it too had disappeared in the dark. It was only in that conversation that I discovered Alice, Kate and Greg and myself had clearly marked ourselves as newbies to these parties. Zoe had effectively started them when she'd got back from schoolies [*]. Something in schoolies had sparked her interest and the pattern of parties where everyone ended up naked had soon evolved.

[Author's note: Schoolies is a week of debauched partying organised for those just graduated from senior high school – 18 year olds. The US equivalent might be Spring Break]

Over the years a core group of those who knew what these parties were all about had developed. Every year there were a few newbies. If you couldn't handle the nakedness or if you misbehaved you didn't get to come back.

Misbehaviour seemed to have a flexible meaning which was subject to Zoe's control.

Although not written anywhere, the consensus of the group I was with was something along the lines of -

•For guys, while they were allowed to display erections, they had to behave in what they did with them. Girls' crutches couldn't be groped or invaded without a very unambiguous invitation. In certain circumstances – such as punishing getting re-dressed – girls breasts could be groped.

•A girl groping a guy on the other hand wasn't regarded as misbehaviour unless the guy made it very clear things were going too far; and even then lee way was allowed.

I wasn't entirely sure whether they were rules that favoured girls or the guys. Although in fact designed by a girl, I suppose it depended on your mood.

A certain amount of drink to loosen the mood was encouraged, but being out of control drunk was also misbehaviour. Still the fact Zoe insisted on everyone participating in activities tended to keep thing more under control that way too since there was less pure drinking time.

The ritual undressing of newbies thinking they could hide their nakedness was also a regular feature; which is why the call was so quickly taken up. And for some reason the clothes disappeared every year, although no one seemed really sure who did it. Zoe was obviously the main suspect, but no-one had actually worked out how she did it.

Knowing the nakedness was ritualised and subject to implicit rules and these parties were really just a fantasy created by Zoe for herself made me more aware of what was happening. I suddenly recognised Zoe's criteria for invitations depended on more than just a sparkling personality. Every single guy there was in the good looking category. In this surfing town good bodies are fairly common, but they all had good faces too. Any one of them could have been a model. As the skinniest and one of the tallest, Greg was more to my taste, but each and every one of them was pretty hot in one way or another.

And the girls were just as genetically blessed, so Zoe was selective about the female company she kept too. All of them looked stunning naked. It made me surprised that Kate was a newbie; although I could see that she and Zoe were different styles of people so maybe had only a limited personal connection.

It was like I suddenly realised I was on the set of the OC or invited to a party organised by the Plastics out of Mean Girls.

It also occurred to me the bowl of condoms on the coffee table was more than a mere precaution.

Zoe and Jenny were nothing if not proactive party hosts. They seemed determined to ensure the party consisted of more than people standing around drinking; something for which I actually applaud them since it certainly was slowing the rate at which people just got off their brain silly. It wasn't long after our dunking that the background music suddenly got changed to something more upbeat and the girls came out onto the deck, grabbed the hands of the nearest idle males, shepherded Greg and me and the only other pair there as a couple out onto the centre of the deck and basically made the eight of us start dancing; encouraging – indeed demanding - those nearby to join in.

Having got their two males going, they roped in two nearby females to dance with them and went after another two males. Of course not everyone immediately cooperated. Some resisted being physically pulled onto the dance floor, while a few others slunk back off again as soon as the girls' attention moved elsewhere. But on the whole they were successful.

Normally even if you can get something like this going at a party, you get a lot of girls dancing and many less guys. Of course this dancing had something more going for it. Given a choice of a whole lot of naked girls shaking their tits on the dance floor or the company of some half-drunk guy off to the side a strangely large proportion of the guys seemed content with the dance floor.

The hosts started their music choices with some good fast rock and roll beats; and by this stage enough girls had imbued enough to drink that there were in fact no shortage of them more than keen to adopt the typical hold your arms out wide and shake your tits from side to side dance moves that are somehow associated with drunk topless girls dancing. So at first the guys were treated to some good visuals and got to shake their own member in the general direction of a member of the opposite sex; some of them flaccid, other starting to show erections which shook from side to side more like a musical timer.

And nobody seemed bothered by the erections, their owners suffering neither teasing nor particular comment. I suspect the regulars at these parties knew all the guys would have one soon enough and the newbies were starting to learn what these parties were about and were learning to keep quiet and go with the flow.

If you're into dancing then you're likely to have your own favourite dance movies. If like me you're mainly into modern styles then it might be Fame, Footloose or any one of another half dozen more recent movies with feel good dance set pieces. For Ballroom and Latin dancers it's likely to be Strictly Ballroom. Where they both possibly cross over is with the movie Dirty Dancing. So it had been for Greg and myself when we'd explored our dancing interests while practicing for the Anniversary Ball; Greg with his Ballroom background and me with the modern dance.

With the movie Dirty Dancing the highlight is meant to be the set-piece dance with its classic lift at the end. But for us it was actually the Dirty Dancing scenes themselves where the resort workers are having a private party. Basically the whole concept might as well be called pretending to have – or was it actually having - sex on the dance floor. Pubis's are joined firmly, the girl's crutch sitting securely n the guy's crutch as hips sway together; the basic step being able to be adapted to any music with an appropriate tempo and mood. Meanwhile the girl puts herself on display; she can lift her leg and slide it along the guys flank, or any one of a number of moves that just looks like standing up foreplay. The piece de resistance is where the girl locks her mons against the guy and straddles his thigh while she arcs her back outward; putting her head back as far as she can – probably rubbing her clit on his thigh in the process. The guy then swings their merged bodies through a semi-circle, in effect displaying her to those around them.

Just for fun we used to practice dirty dancing moves at home while we were practicing other dances for the Anniversary Ball. If we did it in swimmers – as we usually did – you could be sure we'd both end up fully aroused and my boobs would pop out of my bikini top as I did the backward arc. Once things got a little steamy and Greg pulled the ties on my bikini and wriggled out of his own swimmers so we started doing it naked. From there it was only it took only a quick fiddle for us to be actually having sex while dancing – going through all our favourite steps while our bodies were physically locked together in the most intimate way; before we both lost control and Greg took me and filled me with his cum while he had me pressed against a wall.

As the party music slowed a little and became more suited to it, it was inevitable we'd start doing our dirty dancing moves. Greg may not have started off aroused but it was long before his erection was firmly pushing itself into the valley of my crutch. Then in a moment of drink induced boldness- or is that foolishness - and with the cover of the deep shadows I slid my body just far enough away from him to line him up, lifted myself onto my toes to get his penetration started and then came down on him to complete the process. So now we were on a public dance floor sexually joined while pretending we weren't and dancing our heart out with our favourite sexual dance. In the dark, with the crowd and given the generally sexually charged mood of the night it seemed like a good idea at the time. They always do, don't they?