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If you aren't 18, or 21 if you live in a backwards
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This story is copyrighted by the writer formerly known
as Maria Gonzales, AKA M-Go. Copyright 2001. Send me an
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Desires

by Maria Gonzales

Copyright 2000 - All Rights Reserved. Any use of this 
work without the author's written permission is 
strictly forbidden.

I still don't know exactly how I ended up in the back 
of a minivan, my clothes tossed to the side, with some 
guy I don't even know wildly fucking me in rhythm to 
the loud salsa music and another cock sliding in and 
out of my mouth.  At the beginning of the night, I was 
a faithful wife, someone who had never even seriously 
considered cheating on her husband.  Sure, I flirted 
with lots of guys; it wouldn't be inaccurate to say 
that I enjoyed teasing everybody, and I had fantasized 
about sleeping with different men, but I never intended 
on fulfilling that fantasy. Before tonight, my 
monogamous sex life was more than satisfying; now I 
find myself moaning in ecstasy as two men I didn't even 
know fuck me.  Who knows how many times I've climaxed 
so far.  I lost count of how many cocks I've had inside 
me tonight and I wonder how many more guys will fuck me 
before I go home or collapse from exhaustion.

The night started innocently enough, my husband and I 
hosted a little get together, it wasn't even enough to 
call a party.  Since we have two kids, and never really 
have a chance to cut loose, we decided this night we 
would send the kids off to grandmas so we could drink 
enough to get more than a little drunk.  We invited 
some friends and relatives, knowing that there was a 
good chance that more people would show than we had 
invited. In fact, we had planned for that.

When my younger brother David walked into the house, he 
had brought with him a couple friends that he hung 
around with.  There was Pepe, who I always found myself 
sneaking peaks at whenever I went to one of their 
soccer games.  It wasn't that he was handsome or 
anything, but from what I could see, he seemed to be... 
how can I put this... incredibly... OK, bluntly, his 
cock looked huge. Marcos was another guy who had a 
reputation as being incredibly suave.  My married 
cousin, Neides, confessed to me that Marcos once 
seduced her while her husband was sleeping in the next 
room.  	I smiled at them, inviting them into my house 
and brought them a Corona with a lime.  I attended to 
the other guests, bringing them drinks and making sure 
they were having fun.  The men wanted to sit in front 
of the TV and watch a soccer game, while the women 
insisted on dancing.  I turned off the TV, ignoring the 
complaints of the men and announced that it was time to 
dance. The men grudgingly returned to their partners 
but stubbornly refused to dance to the salsa music 
blaring from the stereo, preferring to sit and silently 
drink their beer.

I corralled my husband, and gently hinted that if he 
didn't get up and dance with me that he would be 
sleeping alone on the couch for the next week.  He was 
already a little drunk and protested, but he 
reluctantly stood and followed me into the middle of 
the room.  He lazily shuffled his feet for a few 
minutes, his feet moving to a beat that was completely 
different than what I was hearing and dancing to, until 
a few other couples joined in.  Now that I had people 
dancing, I whispered to my husband that we could sit 
for a while.

As we did, I felt a hand tap my shoulder.  I turned, 
and found my brother David standing there with a 
sheepish grin on his face.  A girl I had never seen 
before had her arms wrapped around him as he asked me 
to find a ride home for Pepe and Marcos.  The girl 
smiled at me, slightly embarrassed, as David told me he 
was going to be busy for the rest of the night and 
couldn't give them a ride.  I hesitantly nodded my 
head, and watched the girl put her hand on my brother's 
butt as they walked out the front door.

The rest of the night was fun, even though nothing 
eventful happened; everybody danced and drank as my 
house was filled with laughter.  I danced with anybody 
who asked, while my husband watched, becoming drunker 
as the party continued. I grabbed my husband by the 
hand and dragged him into the kitchen, telling him that 
he couldn't get any drunker because he needed to drive 
a few people home later.  He quickly drank some of his 
beer and told me that I could give the people rides; 
that he was intent on getting as drunk as he could.

I frowned at him as he returned to the living room. 
Taking a seat on the couch, he seemed content to drink 
his beer and watch my little sister's boobs bounce as 
she danced wearing a very tight tank top without a bra.

It was now well past midnight, and the house started to 
empty as people went home.  With a drunken smile, my 
husband announced he was going to bed, which he did 
after first walking into the bedroom door as he tried 
to turn the knob.  I looked into the living room, and 
discovered that the only people remaining were Pepe and 
Marcos.  I smiled warmly at them and asked if they 
needed a ride or something.

Marcos stood and approached me.  He took me by the hand 
and led me to the middle of the room, wrapping his arms 
around my waist as a sensuous song played on the 
stereo.  "I can think of other things I need besides a 
ride home," he said quietly.

"Like what?" I asked innocently.  I knew his 
reputation, but for some reason never thought he was 
trying to seduce me even as his arms tightened around 
me and his hand softly caressed my back.

"A dance," he said, "It's early, and I have a beautiful 
se ora in my arms. What else could I want but an 
innocent dance?"

I wasn't drunk, maybe just a little tipsy, but I was 
aware enough to recognize when a guy was trying to get 
in my pants. "I think I better just give you a ride 
home.  My husband's in the other room." I was flattered 
that he was attempting to seduce me, since having two 
children my body has changed and sometimes I don't feel 
desirable anymore, I was a married woman and the last 
thing in the world I wanted to do was cheat on my 
husband.  My parents raised me in a way that family was 
the most important thing in the world, and the Catholic 
church had taught me that adultery was a sin.

"So," Marcos answered, "I just want to dance.  We 
danced earlier when he was watching, so we can dance 
now."

"That was different," I said as he pulled me tightly 
against him. I pushed away and continued, "There were 
other people here, and..."

"No difference," Marcos answered as the song ended.  I 
pushed away from him and felt his arms fall away.  
Another song followed, this one an up-tempo salsa. He 
moved his feet, expertly dancing in rhythm to the spicy 
beat, smiled at me and said, "One dance, then you can 
take us home."

I laughed and nodded my head. One dance, what could it 
hurt. I thought as I moved to the music, shaking my 
hips and shuffling my feet, trying to remember the 
salsa steps.  I glanced at Pepe as he sat and watched 
us, and realized that his eyes were staring at my 
chest.  Guys always seem to stare at my chest, not that 
I've ever done anything to stop them, usually enjoying 
it and encouraging them by wearing low cut or tight 
outfits Tonight wasn't any different; I had on a tiny 
black dress with a very short hem that showed off my 
legs, along with a very low neckline which accentuated 
my breasts nicely.

I pretended not to notice his stares as I raised my 
hands to the ceiling. Shaking my arms as I lowered them 
to my knees, I bent forward slightly at the waist.  
Dios mio, I thought, I knew Pepe could see straight 
down my dress and that my breasts were threatening to 
fall into view and I loved the attention. As I moved my 
hands back up, I smiled at him and shook my chest, 
feeling my boobs bounce inside my bra.

Marcos grabbed me by the hand and spun me around.  He 
placed his hands on my shoulders and smiled.  His hands 
tugged the spaghetti straps of my dress, and one of 
them fell off my shoulder onto my arm. I glanced at my 
bare shoulder, and knowing it was wrong, I crossed the 
point where I could stop their seduction.  I stopped 
moving my legs, and moved my hand to the fallen strap 
with the intention of pulling it back up, but as 
Marcos' and Pepe's eyes bored into me, something 
happened, something I still can't explain.

I moved my hand from my arm, letting the strap remain 
down and my shoulder bared.  I began dancing again, 
smiling at Marcos seductively as he smiled back at me.  
Marcos sat on the couch next to Pepe as I continued to 
dance coquettishly for them.  Enchanted by their stares 
and the erotic salsa beat, I danced exotically for 
them, their eyes following my every movement.

I had always fantasized about doing a striptease; I've 
done them for my husband, but this was different 
somehow, their strange eyes watching me dance excited 
me in a way I had never felt before.  Maybe it was the 
alcohol that made me feel different, but I think the 
real difference  was the danger I felt dancing for them 
with my husband in the next room.

As I stared into Marcos' eyes, I pulled the other strap 
of my dress down and continued to seductively wiggle my 
hips.  I turned my back to them, closing my eyes, 
feeling their eyes on me as I danced wantonly for them.  
Even as I pulled the dress down to my ribcage, I asked 
myself if I really should be doing this. My mind told 
me that it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself, the 
excitement flowing through my body overwhelmed my 
principles.  I turned to them, pulling the dress lower, 
exposing my bra as the dress fell past my ribcage, my 
dark areola clearly visible through the thin white lace 
of the bra.

I opened my eyes and found them staring at me.  Marcos 
was staring at my chest, watching my breasts jiggle, 
threatening to bounce out of the pushup bra. Pepe's 
eyes were locked into my mine, and I returned his stare 
as I slid the dress lower.  The dress was past my 
waist, and my stomach was exposed to them as my hips 
held the dress up.  I looked down and realized that the 
top of my lace panties were visible.  I turned again 
slowly pulling the dress past my hips, wiggling my hips 
exaggeratedly as I felt the cool air on my exposed 
derriere.

The dress fell to the floor and I stepped out of it, 
never stopping my seductive movements. I danced toward 
them; when I was an arm's length away from them, I 
shook and jumped wildly, trying to bounce my breasts 
out of the bra.  I bent over, my breasts finally 
falling out, bouncing wildly as I continued to shake. I 
grabbed the bra, and pulled on it.  The clasps on the 
back broke free; I tossed it onto the floor and 
continued dancing for them, their intense stares 
increasing my desire.

I brought my hands to my breasts, cupping them and 
gently pinched my nipples as I arched my back.  I stood 
straight, dropping my arms to my side and tugged at my 
underwear.  I teasingly pulled one side down as I 
pulled the other side higher, shaking my hips as I 
moved to the rhythm of the music.

The music stopped, and I stood in front of them in 
silence, their eyes riveted on my nearly naked body.  
With the music gone, the spell that was over me was 
broken, and I quickly covered myself with my hands.  
Pepe stood and stepped toward me.  I wanted to move, I 
wanted to run, I wanted hide, but I couldn't; I just 
stood there, unable to move, wanting to see what would 
happen next.  His hand touched my shoulder, and it 
seemed as if an electric shock ran through me. His 
other hand tentatively touched my stomach, and he took 
another step toward me.  His hand moved between my 
legs, and I tried to move my hand onto his so I could 
stop him, but my hand wouldn't move.  His finger grazed 
the front of my panties, and I fought with myself, 
knowing I should stop him, but consumed with desire, I 
could only whimper softly.

I closed my eyes as his finger slowly slid along the 
front of my panties, gently touching my labia.  He 
moved closer, and his lips touched mine.  Finally my 
arms moved, but instead of pushing him away, I wrapped 
my arms around his neck and pulled him to me, kissing 
him passionately as I felt his hard cock push against 
my bare stomach.

I felt another touch, this one from behind, as Marcos 
wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed his cock 
against my back.  He pulled my panties to my ankles and 
as I stepped out of them. Pepe's finger pushed into my 
wet pussy as his other hand fondled my breast.  The 
thought passed my mind that Pepe kissed differently 
than my husband, not really better, but differently.  
My husband who was in the next room as I stood naked 
between two men as they touched me erotically.

I broke away from Pepe and pushed him away.  Stepping 
from in between the two men, I again covered myself, 
grabbing my dress and stepping into it.  "I can't," I 
explained. "My husband...he's in the other room," I 
continued as I replaced the straps onto my shoulders. 
Marcos looked at Pepe with a smile on his face, then 
turned to me, "That's OK," he said, "we understand.  
You better take us home now before something happens."

I realized I was stuck.  If I gave them a ride home I 
knew I wouldn't be able to hold off their advances, but 
if they stayed here, I wouldn't be able to resist 
myself.  I searched for my panties and bra, but they 
had disappeared. "You can take us home now," Marcos 
said with a huge grin on his face as he pushed 
underwear into his pocket.

I grimaced a little, but I wasn't really upset.  I was 
still extremely turned on, and the idea of wearing this 
tiny dress without anything underneath excited me even 
more.  I grabbed my purse and told them to follow me.  
We climbed into my minivan, Marcos in the passenger 
seat, Pepe in the back and me in the driver's seat.

I glanced at the gas gauge and realized I needed to 
stop for gas.  As I pulled into the gas station, Pepe 
volunteered to pump the gas while I went in and paid.  
I pulled a credit card from my purse and walked into 
the gas station with Marcos following me.  I grabbed a 
bottle of water from the refrigerator and bent over as 
I picked up a pack of gum from the rack directly across 
from the cashier.  I felt the dress move just below my 
naked butt, then felt Marcos behind me moving the dress 
even further up my leg.

I stood and looked at him feigning anger and he just 
smiled back with an impish grin.  I glanced at the 
cashier as he watched my impromptu show.  He looked 
like a typical gringo college student as he stood 
there, his mouth open as he stared at my body.  Marcos 
moved closer and whispered into my ear, "Let's see how 
much you're gonna show."

I bent over again pretending to grab another pack of 
gum and felt my dress slide up again.  I remained bent 
this time, feeling the dress move even higher as Marcos 
tested how far I was willing to go.  The hem of the 
dress moved to my waist; I knew that Marcos and the 
cashier could now see my bare butt.  I wanted to stand, 
but the thought of them staring at me kept me frozen.  
Marcos moved his other hand and I felt his fingers 
touch the inside of my thighs.  He slowly moved his 
fingers closer to my pussy, daring me to let him 
continue.  His hand reached between my legs and pushed 
my legs apart.  I moved my feet, letting him spread my 
legs even farther and felt one of Marcos' fingers slide 
into my pussy.

The thought of the cashier watching Marcos slide his 
finger into me made me even hotter, but just as I felt 
an orgasm begin, I heard the door open and stood 
quickly, pushing Marcos' hand away.  I turned to the 
door, and saw Pepe smiling at us.  He told us that the 
gas was pumped, and I walked to the counter.  I handed 
the clerk my credit card and felt Marcos' hand return 
between my legs.  Two fingers slid into me and he 
fucked me with his fingers, teasing my clitoris as they 
moved in and out.

The clerk looked into my eyes as I moaned lustfully.  I 
felt two hands on my shoulders, turned and found Pepe 
pulling down the straps of the dress.  As Marcos 
continued to rub his fingers against my clitoris, Pepe 
slowly slid down the straps of the dress.  I moaned 
loudly as an orgasm began to build inside me.  The 
clerk stared into my eyes, occasionally glancing down 
at my nearly exposed chest.  I leaned forward, resting 
my elbows on the counter and Pepe pulled the dress to 
my waist, exposing my breasts to the clerk.

I whimpered loudly, nearly unable to breathe as Marcos 
continued to fuck me with his fingers.  The clerk 
slowly pushed the receipt toward me, his hand 
approaching my bare breasts.  I moaned loudly as my 
orgasm crescendoed as the clerk's fingers pinched my 
nipples. I tried not to scream and let out another loud 
moan as I climaxed.

Marcos furiously pushed his fingers in and out of my 
pussy and the clerk gently played with my nipples.  I 
was moaning constantly, feeling the waves of pleasure 
fill me.  I pushed myself against Marcos' fingers 
trying to get them deeper inside, letting out a 
piercing scream and collapsing onto the counter.

I tried to stand as Marcos pulled his fingers from my 
drenched pussy, but was too wobbly to hold myself up.  
I collapsed onto Marcos, and felt Pepe pull my dress 
all the way off.  I glanced at the clerk as he stared 
at my naked body, closing my eyes as my orgasm 
subsided.  Marcos led me to the minivan and opened the 
sliding door.  I crawled in and lay on my stomach on 
the seat in the middle of the van.  I moaned as Marcos 
caressed my rear end, too crazed from desire to 
protest.  I heard the door close and Marcos grabbed my 
waist and pulled my butt into the air. His cock slid 
between my labia and pushed deep inside me. I whimpered 
loudly as another orgasm instantly began to build. I 
heard the front door close, and soon the van was moving 
away from the gas station.  Marcos continued to drive 
his cock into me, and I moaned and whimpered as my 
orgasms crashed into me in waves.  I felt the van come 
to a complete stop, and as Marcos continued to thrust 
his cock into me, I felt Pepe's cock rub against my 
cheek.  I turned, and opened my mouth, hungrily 
searching for it, when I found it, I was amazed at how 
big it was.  Pepe pushed it between my lips, and I 
greedily sucked on his cock, trying to get as much of 
it between my lips as I could.  It was awkward at 
first, trying to suck on Pepe's cock as Marcos slammed 
into me, but I found a rhythm and soon felt Marcos' 
thrusts become more erratic.  With a loud groan and one 
final push, he orgasmed, sending his cum inside my 
drenched pussy.  As he pulled out, I collapsed onto the 
seat, exhausted from the experience.

Pepe sat down, and I felt his cock against the top of 
my head, "Suck on my cock some more you little slut," 
Pepe said.  I pushed myself up and pushed his cock 
between my lips, feeling it slide in and out of my 
mouth as I bobbed my head up and down.

After a few moments, he pumped against me erratically, 
and I could tell he was about to come.  "In your 
mouth," he panted.  I continued to enthusiastically 
suck on his cock and felt his warm cum spurt into my 
mouth.  I held the tip of his cock between my lips 
pumped my hand along the length of his shaft.  Some of 
his warm cum dripped from my lips, but I was able to 
hungrily swallow most of it. I sat up, licked the cum 
from my lips and announced, "I need to get home now."

"Not yet," Marcos announced.  "We're not done with 
you."  Pepe moved into the driver's seat, and I felt 
the van begin to move.  I looked at Marcos sitting next 
to me, slowly stroking his hard cock. "Fuck me.  Get on 
top of me and fuck me," he ordered.

I straddled him, pushing his cock into my pussy and 
pushed myself down, feeling his cock push into me.  I 
rocked myself back and forth, feeling his cock slide in 
and out as it teased my clit.  Within seconds, I was 
shouting incoherently, lost in another wave of orgasms.  
It seemed like hours, but it must have been only a few 
minutes before I felt the van stop and the side door 
slide open.

I continued to bounce up and down on Marcos' still hard 
cock, until I heard a voice come from the open door, 
"See, she's still horny.  Anybody want to fuck her?" I 
heard Pepe ask.

I turned to the door, and found a group of about ten 
guys staring at me.  I was so lost in my ecstasy, that 
I didn't care and continued to moan as my orgasms 
continued.

"Isn't that David's sister?" somebody asked.

Pepe answered, "Yep, she's been teasing everybody 
forever, always shaking her ass and teasing us.  Now 
she's gonna let us all have what she's always teased us 
with." he said.  "Right?" he asked looking at me.

I was still bouncing on Marcos, his hard cock sliding 
in and out of my pussy. I nodded my head quickly and 
heard Marcos groan, coming inside me.  I felt Pepe's 
hand take mine, and he led me out the door to the back 
of the van; I could feel Marcos' warm cum dripping out 
of my pussy, mixed with my juices. Somebody opened the 
back door of the minivan, "Bend over, and get ready to 
be fucked," Pepe commanded.

I did as he said, resting my elbows on the carpeted 
floor of the minivan, spreading my legs apart on the 
asphalt as I seductively wiggled my ass.  A cock slid 
into me, causing me to moan passionately as it hammered 
into my pussy. I continued to orgasm rapidly, seemingly 
feeling another climax with every thrust.  Whoever was 
fucking me groaned loudly, and thrust erratically.  
After a final hard push, I felt his cock pull out, 
instantly replaced by another, this one slightly 
larger.

After a few moments, I saw the shadow of a man in front 
of me.  He sat in front of me, and moved his cock 
inches from my mouth, "Suck it, slut" he ordered.  I 
wrapped my lips around it, pushing it as deep into my 
mouth as I could.  I heard another loud groan, and felt 
a warm liquid dripping out of my pussy.  As that cock 
pulled out, another one quickly replaced it, pushing 
deeply inside me.

I don't know how many guys have fucked me, and I don't 
know how much cum I've swallowed, but now I find myself 
inside the van, one guy fucking me and another guy 
ready to cum in my mouth and some more guys outside 
yelling at them to hurry up so they can take their 
turn.  Tomorrow, I'll have to figure out how I got into 
this position, and I'll have to figure out who I let 
fuck me and deal with the repercussions then.  
Everybody I know is going to hear about my adventure 
and my reputation will be ruined.  Right now, as I'm on 
the verge of another orgasm, I don't care who finds out 
or what the consequences are.  All I care about is the 
next orgasm, the next cock to fill my desires.  I only 
hope that after my ecstasy fades, I can say the same 
thing.

The End


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