New Year's bachelor party

New Year's is already upon us, time can't be stopped, it flies by. This is the last carefree New Year—we're in 10th grade now. Next year is graduation—and then, as they say, we'll get our diplomas and off we go—adult life, work, the army, etc. So the four of us decided to celebrate New Year's, inviting our girlfriends. We were, of course, planning to get laid—what are New Year's holidays and vacations without sex? A wedding without a bride! And then we got lucky—my parents are leaving for three days to visit my dad's brother—Uncle Kolya invited them to a huge party and even a wild boar hunt. So the apartment will be parent-free for three days—awesome! We arranged

with the girls, stocked up on "ammunition"—everything seemed okay! But man proposes, and God or circumstances disposes! And that's exactly what happened!

We were gathering at my place, the four of us. I invited Vovka from the parallel class, nicknamed Fifa—Fofik, to come early and help with the salads. The thing is, he was kind of... effeminate, slightly plump, with rosy, round cheeks, and full lips like a girl's. But he's an interesting guy, sociable, easy to get along with. And his girlfriend is a plump, spicy little flirt—we'll have fun!

He arrived first, and soon Artem and Ivan showed up. Artem—a dark-eyed handsome guy, slender, and Ivan was into weightlifting—all muscles. And they've been friends for a long time; some even suspected they were more than just "friends." Well, "to the meeting" we had a shot and started calling our girlfriends. That's where the trouble started!—two had colds, were in bed with fevers, my Galya went with her parents to relatives, and Zinochka's mom wouldn't let her go! So we ended up with a total bust for New Year's—a guys' night! And we were so hoping, even if we didn't get laid, it'd be more fun with the girls around! We were in shock, but what could we do! Alright, time for the table—the relentless march of time!

We drank "out of sorrow" heartily, got really drunk, and greeted the chimes of the clock with wild screams. But what's a holiday without the female half? There's even a song: "You can't live without women in this world—no!" Then, into my wine-fogged head came an idea. I said, everyone sit and drink, and Fofik and I will show you a surprise now. Alright—for them, the clinking of glasses; for us, the embodiment of the idea. And I came up with—dressing Vovka in my older sister's outfits, especially since she's at university now. And her wardrobe is full of clothes!

But Vovka resisted. He said he was upset, his girl wasn't there, no one would give him a blowjob! Well, for the sake of the idea, I had to make sacrifices—I promised I'd give him a blowjob myself, but he had to keep his mouth shut! Otherwise... And then you'll—get dressed up and be our girl, a pretty one! But okay, Fofik got into it, took out his not-so-big dick, and to my surprise, I brought him to orgasm with my tongue very quickly. It wasn't actually that scary to hold that cock in my mouth, especially since he only had two drops of cum! Well, what won't you do for an idea—done!

I stripped Vova naked and we started experimenting—Natashka's panties were a bit too small for him, the skirt was big, and the bra... He's standing there naked, I was trying on Natka's panties, playfully squeezed his buttocks, spanked him, saying, try these panties on, how sexy and slippery they are. Those panties didn't fit, let's try others, I'm trying on the bra, pressed against his butt, hugged him with one arm, and with the other started stroking and kneading his quite firm buttocks, I even got aroused, there's a problem with this lingerie, it's so sexy! But then everything got sorted—I slightly tore the panties, pulled the skirt tight with Natka's wide belt, stuffed the bra tightly with foam scraps, like real female breasts, firm, springy even, and then black stockings with garters, a veil, lipstick—soon a pretty girl in a short skirt walked into the living room! Very tempting! "Look who's come to us!" I shouted, and couldn't help myself, I stood behind him, slipped my hand under the skirt and started stroking above the stockings and over his butt. Ivan and Artem were just stunned, started inviting "her" to dance, but I shocked them—said, this is my girl, you go find your own.

And to their wild cries of protest—we'll dress Artemka up next, he'll make a super girl, a cool brunette with a round butt! Fifa is mine, and Artemis—for Ivan! And then we can swap! Then Vovka turned and asked not to stroke his butt because he gets really aroused! Artem had doubts about cross-dressing, he and Ivan sat down, having their "council in Fili," while "Fifa" and I danced. Then there was a concert on TV, interesting songs, and I hugged Vovka from behind, pressed against his butt, started kneading his chest, and it turned out great! The chest was just like real, springy and firm, arousing. And I slipped another hand under the skirt, stroking his legs above the stockings again, then started stroking and kneading his butt, Natka's panties were so arousingly slippery, just incredibly so! I started kissing his cheeks, nibbling his ear, kneading his butt hard. But at that moment, I considered that next to me wasn't him, but some girl named Fifa. That's how my imagination ran wild under the influence of wine fumes and the sight of the completely transformed Vovka!

At my request, Ivan turned off the main light, in the semi-darkness I hugged and kissed this "delight," while also kneading the chest. Arousal was building, I lifted the skirt from behind, pressed my bulge in my pants against his full, firm butt, and with my hands started kneading those great "breasts" through the blouse again. I'm kissing "his-her" neck, really lost it, and then Ivan's shouts—Artem agreed! Well, good, and just in time, my dick was starting to hurt! We all floated to the wardrobe, started choosing suitable outfits from Natka's and mom's clothes. And we ended up with such a brunette—just super, no, not just super—super-sexy! Ivan even growled and said he's the only one dancing with this girl! We laughed for a long time, then went to the living room, dimmed the lights, drank more, got even drunker, a light fog in our heads, everything perceived through rose-colored glasses. I suggested drinking "to brotherhood," and they kissed with "Artemis" like that! And Ivan went under the skirt and went all out there! Then Ivan suggested, "A shot and dancing until we drop!"

We danced, Ivan kept admiring Artemka, saying what a cool brunette she is. We started inviting the "girls," Ivan suggested swapping ourselves, saying he wanted to dance with "both." Only we "danced" like this... I hugged Artemka from behind, so as not to press against his dick, kneading his firm buttocks, and Ivan did the same with Vovchik—from behind, stroking his chest and butt. Artemka and I went to the kitchen, and I was even a bit overwhelmed—such a girl, such a sexy brunette, a short little skirt, the garters of her stockings visible. I hugged this wonder, we kissed deeply, I slipped a hand into his panties, even tried to put a finger in his butt hole. It was great, so pleasant! Alright, enough, we brought wine and salads to the living room, then Ivan invited Artem, and I danced with Fifa—hugging. Then Ivan and Artem went to the kitchen to smoke, and Vovka said to me, let's go see, they're taking a while. Well, let's go, let's admire!

Well, the scene was something else: Ivan hugging the cute brunette from the side, one hand kneading her butt, the other her chest. And they were kissing so passionately! I got pretty aroused, dragged "Fifa" into the darkness of my room and started hugging him too. Kneading his butt, then went into his panties, kissing his neck, cheeks, his full lips, and he responded like that! We kissed, he kneaded my dick through my pants, we were both on the edge, I couldn't take it, boldly put him on his knees in front of the sofa, bent him over so his chest was on the sofa, stood behind, lifted the skirt, pulled down the panties and started kissing his soft "buns" and moving a finger in his butt. Then I grabbed some cream and started greasing his tight hole and inserted a finger. He moaned softly, arched, and I started moving my finger in his enticing hole.

Then I went to the bathroom, washed my dick, which was sweetly aching, reporting it had been in a pleasant place and gotten satisfaction. And in the living room, a Repin painting: Ivan fucking the lovely brunette doggy-style, skirt pulled up on her back, her full long legs in stockings looked so great, both moaning and groaning in the semi-darkness. And when Ivan came violently and pulled out his dick, I couldn't resist, jumped up and shoved my dick, which had risen from what I saw, into Artem's butt, which quite easily accepted me! Yes, my surprise was a hundred percent successful! Under the influence of alcohol fumes, we all just transformed.

Later, we gathered at the table, our rumpled "ladies" all looked pretty good, and Ivan suggested, well, which of the "girls" gives a better blowjob gets a prize—a half-bottle of cognac! It was magical, such "girls" kneeling in front of us giving blowjobs! The orgasm was intense! Well, now—another shot and sleep! Well, at night I started stroking Fifa's butt, got aroused and took my "girl" in the butt again, Ivan didn't lag behind either, judging by the moans in the next room. I came with difficulty, actually, then lay on that firm body for a long time, enjoying the wonderful sensations of my dick being in the hot captivity of a great butt! Then from the bathroom, I went to the kitchen, Ivan and I had another shot—for my such a cool surprise! He was in complete delight! We drank and Ivan went to wash up. I go out to the living room and hello!—in the light of the floor lamp, a girl lies on the sofa with her skirt pulled up to her waist, panties down to her knees, legs in black stockings—just super-sexy! And immediately my dick literally jumped, my head buzzed, I climbed onto this sexy wonder and started positioning myself at that butt! It seemed like a different girl—a smaller butt, but so firm, playing under me like that! We both moaned so much from bliss!

We woke up late, by the way—everyone satisfied with such a New Year's meeting—strictly according to circumstances. We sat, joked, drank "for the road," then Artem changed and he and Ivan went home. And Vovka—Fifa didn't even change back, you could say he got into the role. He seduced me, lay on his stomach on the sofa, skirt hitched up, legs in black stockings, butt so provocatively outlined by panties! I lay on this cool, sexy figure, pressed my dick against his butt and we lay like that for a long time. Just lay there, for me now, a sexy girl was lying under me! In the evening, we even danced to quiet music, kissed and hugged for a long time. But here's what's strange—I perceived him in female attire as a girl, not as a guy.

After dancing, very aroused, I asked for and got a pretty good blowjob. A pretty girl kneeling in front of me, not removing the veil, my dick in that sweet mouth, I caress those "breasts" with both hands, which play so wonderfully in my palms. The delight was complete! We went to sleep, "Fifa" only in panties and bra, lay for a while, I got aroused again and asked for more in the butt, with full consent. How arousingly—sexually exciting it is to slowly pull panties off such a soft, hot butt with delicate skin and caress that hole, preparing it to "receive" my dick. I caressed with a finger for a long time, then with two fingers that tight, cream-greased hole, then, to lustful moans, lay on that soft butt and slowly entered. It was simply wonderful, the dick moving in the hot, tight channel inside the soft, plump butt, on which it felt great to move. When I came, I lay on that firm body for a long time, almost fell asleep, was in complete bliss.

And the next day was, as they say—both funny and sinful!

We woke up closer to noon, I look, and some girl is hugging me, got aroused, dick hard, started stroking, pulled down the panties and sharply entered that great, still sleepy butt! Came great, lay for a long time, but had to get up! We got up, ate, finished drinking, but in the daylight, the charm of the female costume and the charms of my "girl" clearly faded, I even started wondering—had I changed my orientation? Seems not, but doubts tormented me. And by evening, big hello!—my mom arrived. Dressed up, beautiful, gorgeous, but very angry. Yelled at us, quickly made us change and go home! And she sat down in the kitchen and cried. I knelt before her, started kissing her cheeks and calming her down. Then I even started kissing her legs in slippery nylon, high up under her hitched-up skirt, soon even started kissing the hot skin of her full legs above the stocking tops, and she stopped crying, just sniffling a bit and stroking my head.

What's wrong, I ask, I cleaned everything up, washed the dishes. It turned out, my dad got drunk at the party, started chasing after all the skirts, paid zero attention and emotion to mom. He stayed there for a few more days, said there'd be hunting! Drunk women there, strangers, not hunting! And she herself, defenseless, you could say! Some half-drunk jerk even groped her hard and almost raped her. So, for New Year's, no sex, no attention, just a stomach ache! I was simply shocked by mom's confessions! She got out the cognac, poured herself a full glass, a little for me in a second one, clinked glasses—and to the New Year! I was a bit stunned by mommy's confessions, drank, mommy kissed me hard—Happy New Year! Yes, on the lips, and kissed for so long! Then pulled away, said my lips are so sweet, she should have stayed with you, we could have celebrated New Year's together, danced and kissed to our heart's content! And again kissed me on the lips, even stuck her tongue in my mouth, it felt so sweet to me! And very surprising!

I helped her undress, made the bed, mommy in panties and bra so white in the darkness, she sat me down next to her, suddenly asked if we had fucked with that cross-dressed guy. No, I said, but really wanted to! "You're such a pervert, you really wanted to. I wanted to too!" she laughed and again a sweet, hot kiss on the lips. Then another kiss, but so passionate my head almost spun! I got wildly aroused, her soft lips smell of cognac, and how mommy herself smells, what great breasts she has! And she asked me to help unclasp her bra, then kissed me again, pressing me to her bare, hot chest and sent me to sleep.

And I started helping her lie down and then somehow unexpectedly for myself lay on top of her, spreading mom's full legs. The charm of this incredible New Year's night, the darkness, alcohol, desire for sex played its role! I pressed my erect dick against her crotch and started boldly kissing her great breasts, squeezing them hard with my hands. Mommy moaned, hugged me, squeezed me tightly with her legs, and I kissed her breast, then lifted a bit, her hot breasts pressed against my chest and we started kissing passionately. It was so enchanting—magical, such a sweet ache in my groin, my dick in my pants almost bursting!

Mommy started pulling down my pants and kneading my buttocks, continuing to moan softly. I got up a bit and started pulling her panties down too, not paying attention to her protests, like: "Don't, what are you doing, son, stop!" But she herself didn't resist, slightly lifted her butt to make it easier for me to pull her panties down, and as soon as I pulled off her panties and stuffed them under the pillow, as she asked, she immediately spread her beautiful, full legs and pulled me onto her. So much for "don't"! From excitement and strong shock that I was entering and moving inside my mommy, which I, of course, constantly dreamed of in my erotic dreams and during masturbation, but never really hoped for—I couldn't come for a very long time now.

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