Masquerade Party For New Year's - Sex Stories

Masquerade Party For New Year's

Tracey and I attended the Masquerade New Year celebration party at one of our neighbours' houses.

We all wore fancy dress outfits, and most people wore incredible masks, which had to remain in place throughout.

We mingled as soon as we arrived. I recognised some partygoers from their voices and some from their figures and sizes.

The drinks were flowing, and most people were quite merry. We played party games and forfeited if we failed a task. I was useless at the games and spent most of my time kissing unknown ladies or downing shots.

While kissing a lady I had failed to recognise, I felt a hand on my crotch rubbing against my cock. It was nice, but I was curious about who this mystery woman was.

Because of the mask, all I could see was that it was a blonde lady, probably in her early thirties. She was medium in height, five feet five, in her heels, and had a large pair of firm breasts and kissable lips. This lady looked great dressed as a sexy nun.

The mystery lady's hand remained on my cock throughout the kiss. Tracey noticed this as she mingled with the guests. I was dressed in a Superman costume that was tight-fitting and showed off my considerable bulge.

Tracey quizzed me later about who I thought was groping my cock. Tracy admitted she knew who it was but was not going to tell me.

I had no idea, but I enjoyed the sensation and was hoping for more. Tracey kissed me and said, "Enjoy yourself; you have a free pass tonight."

I said, "Wow, thank ...

... you."

Each time I had to pay a forfeit, I either had my bum groped, or my cock stroked by a mystery lady, none of whom spoke to me, so I had no way of knowing their identity.

It was not long before I had an erection that was impossible to hide in my tight, fancy dress. I was glad that the lights were dimmed, so I had a bit of cover.

It seemed that people knew who I was, yet I was having trouble identifying the women; the men were quite easy.

As the evening wore on, I had my cock groped or stroked by at least six different ladies, either while dancing or during a game.

After a few hours, I found I had a problem; I needed to use the bathroom, and because my costume was a one-piece with a zipper down the back, I needed help.

I looked around for Tracey, but she was nowhere to be seen. The nun spotted me hopping about and realised I needed to pee. She escorted me upstairs to the toilet, closed the door behind us, and locked it. The nun was great; she unzipped me and helped me off with the suit. I had forgotten I was naked beneath it, though.

She remained in the bathroom as I used the toilet, watching me from the side so she could see my cock. Having finished, I washed my cock and my hands and was about to pull the suit back up when she spoke for the first time.

I recognised the voice as that of a lady from our neighbourhood, a young, newly married woman called Suzie.

She said, "I was told you have the biggest cock in the street; now that I have seen it, I ...