Well, not to derail my own post, and let's keep those panties coming!
But "Yes!" to party hand job here.
Party group in my redneck hippie youth when about a dozen of us would smoke and drink and camp and skinny dip in a remote lake, sometimes making sweat lodges and passing a pipe. (Sorry for the cultural appropriation - we didn't know any better and had our hearts in the right place.) Various couples would sometimes wander off in the woods together. Though this was before the term friends with benefits, we were all friends and would sometimes pair off in random couples to benefit each other. No group shenanigans ever took place, if you don't count the fire circle night.
Sitting around in moonlight on logs around a fire with a mellow vibe after a swim - various stages of nudity and loose towels and tie dyed t-shirts on a roughly even group of males and females. One couple expressed more PDA than typical and took a teasing for it. They responded by the female half (in a long tie-tie shirt but no panties in sight) making an exaggerated and joking hand job motion under the the towel of her fellow. We all laughed but he told her not to stop and we soon figured out that she was really handling him. Someone yelled to get a room while another girl yelled to ditch the towel, which the frisky stroker did. The guy initially cowered to cover but his bold playmate pulled him back so he eventually settled in with legs spread and her hand moving up and down in the firelight.
Everyone went from loud and laughing to stunned uncomfortable silence with all eyes on the action. A short and fat uncircumcised cock with a long-fingered tanned feminine hand working it up and down. I could hear hard breathing all around until Sarah, a normally quiet nerdish one from our group but emboldened when with wine, blurted out, "I wanna see more cock!"
A couple guys, already aroused, readily complied, exposing their hard-ons and forming a fireside mixed company circle jerk. I'd been seeing a friend who coaxed me to join and I told her only if she helped me. Soon she was sliding her hand up and down my shaft in full view of the group. Two other guys didn't join but eventually started jerking under their towels. There were four girls there that night and us six guys, all building up to come. The two girls not handling cock slowly moved around the circle to take a close look at everyone, until one guy came and drew all the attention. Sarah then encouraged everyone else to get closer and try to finish at once so we huddled in a tighter circle, the girls joining the circle just to get a better look, the two handling cock positioned behind their guys and reaching around. No words were needed - just moans and grunts to edge us all closer until what was pretty much a group blast soaked the ground in front of us to the rhythmic sound of slapping flesh and the distinct murmur of Sarah saying "Holy shit."
We soon retired to tents were I gave head to my gal, finding her wetter than ever, and hearing action in adjacent tents, including Sarah's grunts of "unghh, unhghh" as she benefited from someone's second wind.
The group fun was never openly discussed or repeated, but several teasing references were made over the years. At Sarah's wedding reception, someone's toast included a mentioned of her fun years of camping and she blushed, making me sure hubby had no idea of what she had encouraged from her guy friends in the woods.
But "Yes!" to party hand job here.
Party group in my redneck hippie youth when about a dozen of us would smoke and drink and camp and skinny dip in a remote lake, sometimes making sweat lodges and passing a pipe. (Sorry for the cultural appropriation - we didn't know any better and had our hearts in the right place.) Various couples would sometimes wander off in the woods together. Though this was before the term friends with benefits, we were all friends and would sometimes pair off in random couples to benefit each other. No group shenanigans ever took place, if you don't count the fire circle night.
Sitting around in moonlight on logs around a fire with a mellow vibe after a swim - various stages of nudity and loose towels and tie dyed t-shirts on a roughly even group of males and females. One couple expressed more PDA than typical and took a teasing for it. They responded by the female half (in a long tie-tie shirt but no panties in sight) making an exaggerated and joking hand job motion under the the towel of her fellow. We all laughed but he told her not to stop and we soon figured out that she was really handling him. Someone yelled to get a room while another girl yelled to ditch the towel, which the frisky stroker did. The guy initially cowered to cover but his bold playmate pulled him back so he eventually settled in with legs spread and her hand moving up and down in the firelight.
Everyone went from loud and laughing to stunned uncomfortable silence with all eyes on the action. A short and fat uncircumcised cock with a long-fingered tanned feminine hand working it up and down. I could hear hard breathing all around until Sarah, a normally quiet nerdish one from our group but emboldened when with wine, blurted out, "I wanna see more cock!"
A couple guys, already aroused, readily complied, exposing their hard-ons and forming a fireside mixed company circle jerk. I'd been seeing a friend who coaxed me to join and I told her only if she helped me. Soon she was sliding her hand up and down my shaft in full view of the group. Two other guys didn't join but eventually started jerking under their towels. There were four girls there that night and us six guys, all building up to come. The two girls not handling cock slowly moved around the circle to take a close look at everyone, until one guy came and drew all the attention. Sarah then encouraged everyone else to get closer and try to finish at once so we huddled in a tighter circle, the girls joining the circle just to get a better look, the two handling cock positioned behind their guys and reaching around. No words were needed - just moans and grunts to edge us all closer until what was pretty much a group blast soaked the ground in front of us to the rhythmic sound of slapping flesh and the distinct murmur of Sarah saying "Holy shit."
We soon retired to tents were I gave head to my gal, finding her wetter than ever, and hearing action in adjacent tents, including Sarah's grunts of "unghh, unhghh" as she benefited from someone's second wind.
The group fun was never openly discussed or repeated, but several teasing references were made over the years. At Sarah's wedding reception, someone's toast included a mentioned of her fun years of camping and she blushed, making me sure hubby had no idea of what she had encouraged from her guy friends in the woods.
