Subject: Casino Trip
Story Codes: MF FF oral incest father daughter
Diary Date: June 24, 2007
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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It was practically a high school reunion, Nancy was an old girlfriend
while John was one of my earliest boyfriends. Add in Nancy’s fiancé MJ
and you had all the makings for a quickie road trip to the nearest
casino.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Nancy Shares a Secret
Chapter 2 – Dad Demands a Quickie
Chapter 3 – Getting Started With A BJ For John
Chapter 4 – Getting Started in the Hotel Room
Chapter 5 – He’s Only Engaged, Not Married
Chapter 6 – John Does the Future Bride
Chapter 1 – Nancy Shares a Secret
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Back when I was in high school and the girls were catty and bitchy to the
point I would sometimes come home in tears, my mom would to try to
console me by telling me that it wouldn't matter in a few years, that
most of the girls I knew in high school would be nothing more than bad
memories after I graduated.
While at the time the advice didn't help, like most of my mother’s
predictions it turned out to be true. Once I left for college the
majority of my friends went off to their own schools, moved away, got
married, or any of a number of things that swept them out of my life.
There have been a few, though, that I have kept in touch with.
Beth is my BFF and I don’t think anything will ever split us up, no
matter where we may end up. We’ve even both been fucked by the other’s
father – talk about sharing! The circumstances in each case were
entirely different but results are what count. Beth was also the one
responsible for introducing me to the sex party scene. That all said,
our relationship is primarily based on mutual support and respect. We
never even kissed (for real) until a few years ago.
Nancy is another girlfriend that I spent a lot of time with as well. My
relationship with her was much different that with Beth. Beth and I
shared everything, and I don’t mean just sexually. Nancy was what you
would call a “good friend”, something who was there for you when you
needed to talk, someone to go out and have a good time with, but not in
the same category that someone like Beth was in my life. Of course,
nobody else was other than Beth so it was no reflection on Nancy.
Nancy is my age, twenty two. Actually, she is five days older than me
but close enough. We have gone out on dates together but never did
anything even remotely sexual together. Oh sure we use to masturbate
together along with the other girls during sleepovers and such back when
we were younger, but then who doesn’t? It’s one thing to get a bit horny
and feeling naughty talking about our favorite hunks and playing a little
with ourselves as we did. It’s quite another, though, to actually touch
another girl intimately. Maybe the closest we came during a game of
Truth or Dare where she had to kiss me once but that was all in fun and
nobody took it seriously.
With summer now in full swing, I was enjoying being a newly minted
college graduate. Nancy and I were sharing lunch at a local deli,
comparing notes about our college days, already referring to them as
“those days” as if college was a distant memory. Nancy had graduated
from Grove City college, north of Pittsburgh, so her experiences were
similar to mine in many ways. I had actually be accepted to Grove City
and was seriously considering it until I went to the orientation and
discovered the school seemed hell-bent on marrying off as many of their
students as possible before graduation! Obviously that had failed when
it came to Nancy as she was still single and dating. Or so I thought.
“Can you keep a secret?” Nancy whispered across the table to me, looking
around to make sure nobody was listening.
“Sure.” I replied. What else do you say when someone asks you that?
Nancy reached into her purse and pulled out a small box. She opened it
up to reveal a ring box and within that, a diamond engagement ring. I
gasped and smiled at her.
“You’ve GOT to be kidding! You?”
Nancy quickly shut the box and put it back in her purse.
“I’m not suppose to tell anyone until he tells his parents,” she
whispered again.
“WHO?” I said, perhaps a little too loudly but then I was consumed with
curiosity. Here was one of my best friends and I didn’t even know she
had been dating seriously, let alone accept a proposal.
“Remember MJ?”
I nodded. Well, duh, of COURSE I did. MJ (he was very careful NEVER to
tell anyone what it stood for) was a couple of years older and a star on
the football team back in high school. All the girls, and I mean ALL of
them, wanted him more than their favorite bar of chocolate and he took
full advantage of them. Rumor had it that his cock was one of the
biggest in school but I always put THAT down to bragging by the few lucky
girls that got to go out with him. I actually got to date him once and
had my chance to appraise his assets (hey, my aunt’s a realtor so give me
a break). True to my suspicions, he was well hung but NOT the biggest in
school and if anyone should know, it was me. After he graduated I hadn’t
heard any more about MJ, there were other boys to chase after and flirt
with to worry about him.
“Did you know he went to GC?”
Now THAT I definitely didn't know and it surprised me. MJ hadn’t seemed
the type to pick a religious school, let alone one like hers.
“We started dating before he graduated and since then we’ve kept in touch
and this past semester he was there almost every weekend,” Nancy went on
to explain, “Then yesterday he gave me THIS!”
Wow, you never know about anything, or anyone, it seems. I would never
have imagined in a thousand years that MJ and Nancy would be getting
married but there were stranger matches made in heaven I guess.
We giggled like two grade school girls sharing their first blow job
experiences. She said he was traveling to his parent’s home down south
to tell them and tomorrow she should be able to let the cat out of the
bag.
“So when’s the wedding?” I asked.
“We haven’t set a date probably this fall sometime. You know I’ve always
wanted a simple church wedding so it shouldn’t take much to plan.”
We talked about wedding dresses and she asked me to be her maid of honor!
I felt touched that she asked me and we both ended up crying before it
was over but they were tears of happiness.
“You know, he’ll be back this weekend, would you like to go out and get
to know him?”
I had to think about that one before I answered. I couldn’t remember if
I had told Nancy about my date with MJ. Heck, it was like six years ago
and I couldn't remember half the guys I blew, let alone which ones I told
my friends about. Something told me that Nancy didn't know that I
already “knew” MJ a lot more intimately than she may realize. Sure, he
hadn’t fucked me but some girls don’t like to hear their fiancé has his
dick sucked by her maid of honor, even if it was like a lifetime ago.
“Sure, what would you like to do?” I answered diplomatically.
“You know, we’ve been talking about going to Wheeling forever, why not
invite someone with and we can make it a double date?”
In their ultimate wisdom, my state legislature had fought off the horrors
of casino gambling until recently so most of us went to West Virginia if
we wanted to gamble with Wheeling being one of the closer casinos. I
really didn't enjoy the gambling so much as the atmosphere. All the
people, the noise and excitement was thrilling if you’re a people watcher
like me.
We left it at that and now all I had to do was come up with my half of
the bargain. A few names went through my head until I thought of John,
an old friend I’d known since I was a freshman in high school. He and I
were an item for a while, doing it on the beach and even a BJ in a
restroom once but nothing TOO wild. Eventually we split up but we
remained friends and we went out now and then. Most of the time it was
just platonic but when one of us was in “need”, the other usually didn't
mind helping out. John seemed the perfect choice for such an outing as
no matter what happened – or didn’t, I knew we would still have a good
time. Not to mention, he was one heck of a blackjack player!
For the rest of the week, I kept in contact with Nancy and we made our
plans. MJ wasn’t flying back until Saturday evening so we were left with
Sunday afternoon and evening. So long as I made it to church, that was
fine with me. Maybe a few extra prayers would come in handy anyway!
John, of course, was more than willing to accept my invitation. Not only
that, he had something of his own to offer. Apparently he gambled there
more than I knew and he had some “comps” due to expire soon if he didn't
use them. From the sounds of things, we would be eating free and could
even stay the night free if it got too late. That last part surprised me
– what was John thinking? Well, even if we didn't stay the night, it
wouldn't hurt to have someplace we could go to relax of needed – or who
knows what else? Just in case, I warned Nancy to pack a small bag for
the night. She didn't bat en eyelash at the offer. This was one
marriage, I knew, where the bride certainly wasn't going to be a virgin!
Sunday turned out to be a nice sunny day and after church my family and I
went out to lunch before returning home. While I had told my mom of my
plans, we really hadn’t discussed them all that much so this was an
opportunity for me to explain that I might not be home until the next
day. My dad raised his eyebrows just a bit at that.
“Dad! It’s just John you know,” I teased him.
“Yeah, I DO know and that’s what I’m thinking about,” he responded,
trying not to smile but failing miserably.
“You’re just jealous!” I teased some more, rubbing my hand on his leg.
My dad just rolled his eyes but I knew I was right! My mom, as was
typical for her when we got into these exchanges, just looked away as we
continued our harmless little banter. She had told me before that
sometimes it was more like she had to put up with a brother and sister
squabbling than a mature husband and daughter.
Back home, I slipped out of my church dress and debated what to wear. I
figured I had two options – the shorts or a skirt. The shorts were
easier to run around in as they fit tight and I could let half my ass
hang out without getting thrown out. On the other hand, shorts were a
pain for any fooling around as they WERW so tight and hard to get out of
the way when compared to a short skirt. The only problem with a skirt
was that I had to wear a thong (even casinos had SOME sort of dress code
against bare asses showing) and you had to be at least a LITTLE discreet
on when and where you let it ride up.
In the end, I picked out a pair of denim shorts. They were hemmed rather
than cut off which made them a little more presentable but they still
were so short it was like my crotch had a continuous massage going and my
butt threatened to poke out at any moment. Together with a pair of
medium height heels, they showed my legs off quite nicely.
That address the bottom half, now for the top. I rummaged through my
closet for the new cami my mom had bought me. It was perfect for today –
about a size too small but stretchy enough not to feel like I had a
strait jacket on. It was the type that was too short which meant about
an inch or two of my midriff was always exposed. On top, it plunged to
show off my cleavage with a lace edging that made it look classy. There
was no way I was even going to think about wearing a bra under it – after
all wasn't that the whole point in wearing one of these anyone, so you
didn't have to? Looking in the mirror, my nipples were already sticking
out like pencil erasers and I wasn't even cold!
Rather than mess any more with my hair than I already had for church
earlier, I pulled it back into a pony tail and then found a Steelers
baseball cap through which I threaded my ponytail so it stuck out the
back of the cap. I left it more on the back of my head so the brim was
sticking up, giving it a more casual appearance on my head.
I was ready. For what, well that was the question, wasn't it? There
were at least a dozen permutations or more for what could happen today,
ranging from us all just gambling and coming home broke to spending the
day fucking in the hotel room and never even making it to the casino
floor. No doubt neither extreme would be what actually happened but
where in between it would fall, who knew?
The “wild card”, if I could call it that, was MJ. He may have been the
alpha male in high school, but how was he now after four years of
Christian university and a couple more working in the ministry (Nancy had
mentioned to me that he was looking to be a youth pastor)? Had the tiger
been tamed?
Then there was Nancy. Despite hanging around girls like Beth and me,
Nancy had been one of the “sluts” in high school. Oh, she was no virgin
but she was still considered by most to be one of the “nice” girls. I
knew Beth had tried getting her to go to one of her sex parties but she
had always refused. So far as I knew, she had never done anything with a
girl either.
John, well I knew all about John and I was confident he would go with the
flow, as would I. It was really up to Nancy and MJ to set the tone and
it would be interesting, if nothing else, to see where they set the bar.
Chapter 2 – Dad Demands a Quickie
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“I take it that outfit is suppose to distract the dealer?” my dad
chuckled from my bedroom doorway.
I turned and grinned to him, hands on my hips as I did a slow turn for
him to get an eyeful of me.
“Well, it would work if I was dealing!” he laughed. Then he looked more
serious and asked, “So any expectations?”
I knew my dad well enough to know he wasn't asking which craps table I
would be playing. The problem was, I really did NOT know what to expect
so I just shrugged.
“Well, looks like you’re ready for anything,” he chuckled again, “Damn,
you look HOT in that outfit!”
My dad had changed into a pair of sweat shorts and t-shirt after church.
As baggy as the shorts were, they did little to hide the growing erection
inside. I walked slowly over to him and placed my hand squarely on top
of his dick and grabbed it through the shorts.
“Hmmmmmm, looks like someone likes my outfit,” I teased him as I stroked
his cock slowly through his shorts.
“Well, then quit teasing and suck it you little cock teaser,” he said,
sounding a little exasperated.
I looked up at him and laughed gently.
“But daddy, they’ll be here any minute!”
“So? You wouldn't leave your dear old dad all frustrated, now would
you?”
“Oh daddy!” I sighed, “What am I going to do with you?”
“Suck my dick, that’s what!” he exclaimed as I squatted down on the backs
of my heels.
My shorts were so tight I thought they were going to split but they held
in there for me. Hurriedly I reached for his cock and pulled it up and
over the elastic waistband of his shorts, pushing the shorts down and
under his balls to keep them out of the way. There was no time to play
with it so I just took him in my mouth and started to go to work on him
without a lot of foreplay.
“Oh god, now THAT’S what I’m talking about,” he groaned, holding my head
in tight to his crotch.
“Kelly, your ride’s here!” my mom called up from downstairs. I started
to sit up but my dad pushed down hard on my shoulder and pulled my head
even tighter into his hairy crotch.
“Where you going slut? Not ‘til you’re finished.”
I stroked his shaft with one hand while I sucked his dick and licked his
shaft with my tongue. My free hand grabbed his ass to keep my balance as
I bobbed my head on his cock as fast as I could.
“That’s it... that’s how I like it... don’t stop... almost there!”
I could feel his hairy ass clench and his hips thrust outward, a clear
signal that he was about to cum so I took his dick such that just the
smooth head was in my mouth and held it there as I stroked the shaft.
“Here is come baby... take it all in your mouth,” he gasped as the first
shot of warm sperm erupted from the tip of his cock and splashed against
the back of my throat.
I sucked on his dick, like I was milking a cow but instead of milk I was
getting cream – the creamy cum of my dad’s dick. He jerked over and
over, each time sending another shot of cum into my mouth as it began to
pool on my tongue. Finally, the eruption as over and the sperm volcano
came to a rest as I continued to suck on the tip of his cock.
“Oh god Kelly, I can’t take any more of that!” he gasped, pushing my face
back from his sensitive dick.
I stood up and opened my mouth, showing him the results of his labors on
my tongue before closing it again and swallowing it down. Again I opened
my mouth, like a kid showing her mother she had taken her yucky cough
medicine but in this case, I wanted seconds.
“Kelly, they’re waiting!” my mom informed me yet again, except this time
she sounded a lot closer. Then I saw her coming up the stairs to see
what was going on. Well, THAT was perfectly clear judging by the sight
of my dad’s dick sticking out from his shorts and me swallowing the final
remnant of his cum.
“Oh for God’s sakes, I don’t believe it,” she sighed heavily, “You know
they’re waiting for you outside.”
“Don’t yell at her, it was my fault,” my dad stepped in, valiantly trying
to take the blame.
“I don’t buy THAT for a minute,” she said with a grin, looking at me as I
licked my lips like a cat that had just had a canary snack, “You forget I
know my daughter.”
She smacked me on the bottom and I grabbed my bag, but not before kissing
her and slipping a little of the cum that remained in my mouth into hers.
She swallowed it and grinned but then got serious again.
“Now don’t go off thinking I’m THAT easy to buy off,” she warned me.
Chapter 3 – Getting Started With A BJ For John
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Before she could say anymore, I waved to them both and hustled down the
creaky stairs and out the door to where there were two impatient people
waiting for me – Nancy and MJ.
“Sorry, I had to finish something,” I panted from the exertion of
hustling so fast outside.
“It’s OK, John just called to say he was late so it probably works out
for the best anyway,” Nancy answered. “What did you have to finish?”
Nancy was NOT aware in any way, shape or form of what me and my family
did sexually. For that matter, Beth was the only one who did and even
she didn't find out until a couple years ago. I could still taste my
dad’s cum in my mouth and I almost found myself laughing at the thought
of what she would say if I told her the truth? Well, I didn’t, needless
to say.
“Just a project my dad was working on,” I said vaguely. In a way, it
wasn’t exactly a lie, even if a few details were missing.
“One of your airplanes?” Nancy came back.
God, she as a chatterbox this afternoon. My dad and I flew model
airplanes –the kind with four to six foot wingspans. I was the only girl
into the local club which meant I was never hurting for anyone to help me
out!
“Yeah, he was having a hard time getting something off,” I replied. I
had to turn away so she wouldn't see my trying not to smile. Well, I had
better be careful before I got TOO clever with my answers and gave
something away.
By then we were getting close to John’s house and I saw his car parked on
the street. MJ honked briefly and surprisingly, John came out the front
door almost immediately. Wow, the boy was finally starting to learn to
be on-time. I use to tease him that the only thing he ever did early was
cum in my mouth!
With the four of us packed in MJ’s car, it was about an hour’s drive to
Wheeling during which we talked about their engagement and upcoming
wedding plans. It had been years since I had seen MJ and to be honest, I
was more interested in the honeymoon plans after getting an eyeful of
him. The guy was still a hunk! Unfortunately, it seemed all he had eyes
for was Nancy – to the point Nancy had to yell at him to watch the road
more than a few times when he would start to drift over into the other
lane.
In the meantime, John was in the backseat with me but during the trip we
just talked and didn't even sit up against each other. I would say it
was familiarity breeding contempt, but more like we knew each other so
well, that any thrill from paying in the backseat had disappeared years
ago. Typically, when we went out it was either for a pleasant evening of
perhaps dinner and a movie, or we just skipped the pleasantries simply
went straight to bed at his house or mine. It worked for both of us so I
didn't complain.
By the time we got there, the weekend crowd had already begun together
and it took a while to wind around the parking garage until we found a
spot. Once settled in, we left our stuff in the trunk and hiked our way
in. MJ and Nancy had their arms around each other, looking like a three-
legged race more than anything while John simply took me by the hand.
“You’d never know they just got engaged,” John joked quietly to me as we
followed a few step behind. Then he looked down at me (he was about six
inches taller than me – WITH heels). “Damn, have I told you that you
really look hot today?”
I smiled, not wanting to tell he was not only late telling me, but he
wasn't even the first. John dropped my hand and reached for my ass. I
didn't try to escape him, instead allowing him to palm my tight butt with
his hand like a basketball.
“God, I LOVE your ass, you know that?”
I smiled even more this time. If there was one thing I knew, it was John
loved my ass. He was always touching it, squeezing it, and when he
could, kissing it and rubbing his hard dick against it. He had long
given up trying to get me to do anal but I knew if I ever so much as
breathed that I was interested he would have his dick up in me so fast I
wouldn't know what was happening. Well, actually I was sure I WOULD know
exactly what was happening which is why I wouldn't let him do it!
“Better than Nancy’s?”
He squeezed my ass again, as if he was testing it to be sure, like my
mother checking out a melon in the grocery store. Then he looked ahead
at Nancy, as if he could tell how her ass looked through the loose shirt
she was wearing.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“You THINK so!”
John laughed, obviously quite pleased with himself for supposedly teasing
me. Then he leaned over so he could whisper in my ear.
“Wait until later and I’ll show you just how much I REALLY admire it!”
By now we were inside and after showing our ID’s (why do they always look
at mine like it’s a fake?) we entered the casino. The nose of the slot
machines hit me like a physical blow and the flashing lights an bright
signs drew me like a moth to a flame.
It seemed every sort of person imaginable was there; young, old, pretty,
ugly, rich, poor. Some people were dressed like bums while others wore
diamonds and fancy dresses. Most people just looked like typical town
folk in jean or pants. The majority were older while those our age were
a clear minority.
If there is one thing I love, it’s to walk into a crowded bar, or in this
case a casino, and have every guy there stare at me when they notice me
entering. God, it makes me feel so incredible hot and sexy! John seemed
to sense it as well as he subconsciously drew me closer to him, like he
was keeping for his own like he was shepherding a lamb through a pack of
wolves. Only difference was this lamb enjoyed the wolves. It was like
their eyes were boring through my clothes, as if I wasn’t already showing
enough ass to get me thrown out of many places and my nipples were
popping out like headlights from the rush I was feeling. I wondered how
many of them were wishing they could take me to a room and fuck me!
As many times as I’ve been to a casino, I still have no idea how to play
most of the games – or at least how to play them with any sense of trying
to win. Sure, everyone knows how to play blackjack but I never win. The
roulette tables LOOK easy but obviously not based on how money is lost
whenever I watch. Then there’s craps, which totally befuddles me. Slot
machines are fun but there’s a reason they are called “one-arm bandits”,
even if their “arms” have been replaced with buttons. For me, the fun
isn’t the gambling, it’s being with someone and watching the other
people. Of course, there’s always the extra fun and flirting and
teasing.
It was sort of fun to watch John and MJ. Each of them considered
themselves “pros” with their own “systems”. To be fair, neither of them
seemed to be working very well but it was their money. Nancy and I
played the roles of supportive girlfriends, cheering them on when they
won and consoling them when they lost (which was most of the time).
Eventually we decided to get something to eat so John took us to the
buffet where his comps got us in for free – cool!
After dinner, Nancy and MJ announced their intentions to try out the
roulette games. As they walked off, arm-in-arm like they were engaged,
John looked at me, waiting for me to decide what to do next. Well, the
roulette table was about the last thing on my mind.
“You know, I could use some dessert,” I said seductively.
“Oh? Why don’t you get some then. I don’t mind waiting.”
Men! Sometimes you have to hit them over the head with a sledge hammer
it seems. Did I have to spell it out for him? Apparently so.
“I was thinking of something not on the menu,” I said softly, reaching
for his crotch as we sat in the booth.
“Ahhhhhh, THAT dessert,” he said with a grin, although he was looking
around to make sure nobody saw me massaging his dick through his jeans.
Well duh, what other dessert would I want? I remembered when we entered
the casino that after we got off the escalators there were a number of
conference rooms off to the side near the restrooms. They hadn’t looked
busy and so an idea came to mind.
“C’mon, I have someplace in mind.”
John followed me out of the buffet area, shaking his head at my
eagerness. Yeah, as if he didn't want it as bad as I did. After
spending a couple of hours getting stared at and groped, I was hungry in
a way no buffet would satisfy. It seemed the closer we got, the more all
I could think about was his dick hiding behind the jeans like some snake
waiting to emerge from its den. Only this snake got bigger and fatter
when it was excited!
John didn't seem to understand where I was going but once we got to the
conference room area he finally seemed to catch on. I peeked into one of
the rooms and saw it was empty with just a couple of overhead lights on.
The chairs were stacked to one side while the tables were on the other.
There really wasn’t any place to hide behind but the place was deserted
and who would be coming in on a Sunday evening anymore? Even so, John
didn't seem all too sure about it.
“Hey, why don’t I check in and we go to a room instead of here?”
“Ahhhhhh, where’s your sense of adventure?” I taunted him.
“Well, what if someone comes in?”
I giggled and put my finger to my mouth saying, “And so what if they do?”
We closed the door behind us and John looked at me with a smile on his
face.
“God, you haven’t changed a bit, have you?” he chuckled, “Still out to be
naughty all the time, eh?”
I pointed at his obvious erection in his jeans and grinned saying, “Well,
it doesn't look like you’re too upset about it.”
John looked down at his crotch where his dick was struggling to be
released. Then he pulled me over to the side so that if someone SHOULD
come in, they might not notice us right away, if at all with the lights
as dim as they were.
“OK, so have it your way,” he said, “What are you waiting for?”
A huge grin popped on my face that I couldn't have wiped away if I tried.
Yeah, like I was waiting to suck his dick. I’d show him!
“Here, let’s get that bad boy out of there,” I murmured, undoing his
buckle and snap, then unzipping his pants and spreading the top open to
reveal his white Jockey underwear.
“Mmmmmmm, I’ve been waiting all day for this,” I said softly as I pulled
his dick out from his underwear, pushing his jeans down along with them
to reveal his wonderfully hairy crotch.
John had a decent enough dick, more than enough for me. I loved the
thick black pubic hair that surrounded it, making it look like a fleshy
tree emerging from the forest. He was already rock hard and his dick
curved upwards on its own. Oh yeah, he was a horny boy alright and I was
just the horny girl to take care of him. Reaching down, I took his hard
dick in my hand, loving the feel of his warm shaft in the palm of my
hand.
“I love your dick, you know that?” I purred to him as I started to stroke
it with my hand.
“Never would have guessed that,” he laughed.
“Do you want me to suck it?” I teased him.
“Oh god,” he groaned as my hand worked its magic on his wonderful dick,
“You know I do.”
“Tell me then,” I urged him, “I want you to tell me what you want me to
do.”
“Damn Kelly, you know what I want,” he sighed. I stood there patiently,
slowly stroking his cock waiting for him to continue. He let out a deep
breath finally and said, “OK, Ok, I want you to suck my cock... I want
you to blow me.”
“Well, why didn't you just say that to start with?” I said teasingly as I
squatted down to put my face at the level of his crotch. “Was that so
hard – I mean saying it, not your dick.”
John didn't respond but instead took my head with both hands and pulled
me gently towards his incredibly hard dick, making it obvious what he
wanted. Well, I wanted the same thing so it wasn't like he had to
convince me. Reaching out with my tongue, I let it touch the tip of his
head and then ran it around the head in little circles. The scent of his
crotch was strong, a thick musky smell combined with his sweat that
threatened to overwhelm me as I took in a deep breath of it.
“Put it in your mouth!” he urged me on.
I looked upward at him, our eyes meeting as I continued to lick his dick.
Then I smiled at him and without looking away I took his cock in my mouth
just a little and sucked on the head, still letting my tongue tease it
inside my mouth.
“Oh god, that feels incredible,” he groaned, never taking his eyes off of
me for a second.
Slowly I took more and more of his shaft into my mouth, twisting my head
from side to side as I descended onto it. My lips hugged his shaft like
I was trying to from an airtight seal as I was careful not to let my
teeth hurt him. About three quarters of the way down I felt it pushing
against the back of my mouth and I held him there for a moment, savoring
the feel of his throbbing cock in my mouth. God, I had wanted to feel
this since the first time I saw him get in the car!
“All of it... I know you can do it,” he encouraged me, pulling my head
more firmly into his crotch as he tried to drive his cock down my throat.
His cock started to press against my throat and immediately I felt the
automatic reflex to gag but I fought it back and tried to relax my throat
as much as possible. It wasn’t helping that he was pulling me in even
harder now. This was something I needed to do at my own pace to keep
from gagging! Once his cock head made it into my throat the rest was
easy after that and my head slipped down his shaft until my face and nose
were buried in his pubic hair.
“Oh yeah, that’s it, take it all,” I could hear him groaning, more to
himself than to me it seemed.
I needed to breath so I pulled back against his hands and let his cock
slip from my mouth as I continued to stroke the wet shaft with my hand.
“You like that?” I asked softly, knowing full well what the answer was
but wanting to hear him say it anyway. “Oh my god yes,” he sighed, “I
love it.”
I smiled and went down on him again, twisting and turning my head around
his stiff shaft like I was screwing my head down on him like a nut on a
bolt. My tongue never left his shaft, running along it all the way down
as once again I took him all and my face was tickle by his coarse pubic
hair.
Meanwhile, my pussy was screaming for attention. As I reached down
between my legs, I was reminded of why I had debated between shorts and a
skirt. A skirt would have made things a lot easier right about now!
Squatting down as I was, the crotch of my shorts was pulled up so tight
against my pussy it worked its way between my pussy lips. Fortunately I
was shaved or my pubic hair would have been poking out. As it was, there
was no way I could slip my fingers inside to reach my pussy so all I
could do was run myself through the denim. Even so, I was so sensitive
already that just that was enough to send shivers through me from head to
toe.
“God, that’s it, just like that!” he groaned as my tongue played around
the underside of his cock head. Now and then I would run it up and down
the length of his shaft, letting the tip of my tongue lightly graze the
underside of his dick, eliciting a deep moan every time so I knew he must
really like it when I did that.
All the time I was rubbing myself as well, trying to scratch that “itch”
I get whenever I want to be fucked badly. It was tempting to stop and
just pull my shorts down but if I did that then it wouldn't stop there
and we’d be fucking before it was over. Not that such a thing would be
so bad, it just was something better done later when people weren’t right
outside the door. After all, there are risks which make sex fun and then
there are stupid risks which just land you in trouble. If there was one
thing I DID know, it was that I didn't want to wait much longer to head
for that free hotel room!
“Oh god, I’m cumming,” John groaned in a deep guttural voice. “Open your
mouth.”
John reached down and held his cock while I dutifully opened my mouth
like some trained seal waiting for its reward after a stunt. Actually,
the analogy was a little more applicable than I sometimes care to admit.
After all, I HAD done what I was “trained” to do and I WAS waiting for my
reward. In truth, I would have much preferred to keep sucking him and
let him cum with my lips wrapped around his shaft, trying to keep it all
in my mouth.
I loved the feeling of a dick when it swells and fires it’s loads into my
mouth like a fire hose, not to mention it’s a lot less messy. Guys can’t
seem to be able to aim their shots cum any better than when the pee in
the toilet! Plus, the whole thing of me squatting in front of him while
he stroked himself that last little bit until he came just seemed so...
pornographic I guess you could say. It reminded me of those girls my dad
watched from his porn DVDs.
It was only a few stroked before he started to cum. Sure enough, he
missed the target entirely on his first shot, landing it on my forehead
and leaving a trail between my eyes and on my nose. The next one was a
little lower and struck my open mouth such that I could feel the bitter
salty taste of his warm cum on my outstretched tongue. After that, it
seemed to go everywhere – my cheeks, hair, and a little in my mouth. I
could only imagine the mess I was going to have to clean up – all because
he wanted to watch himself cum on me.
When he was finished I grabbed his hard cock and pulled it into my hungry
mouth once again, sucking on it like a baby on a nipples as I drained the
last bit of sperm from his dick. John’s dick was ultra-sensitive after
his orgasm and he practically shook as I sucked his messy cock. Finally
he was empty but I still kept him in my mouth, not yet willing to give it
back to him.
“Damn, that was something else,” he sighed to me as he lifted me up by my
shoulders. Then he looked at me and couldn't help but grin saying,
“Ummmmm, hate to say this but you are one hell of a mess. Sorry.”
Oh sure he was! What is it that makes men want to spray their cum all
over a girl? Frankly, I don't understand the attraction. After all, I
have a hungry mouth and pussy standing by, waiting to take very drop. It
took a few gulps to swallow down what had made it into my mouth but the
aftertaste lingered, as I knew it would for a long time unless I got
something to drink or eat to cover it up. I wouldn't have minded kissing
him but from the way he was pulling back, I knew he never would so long
as his cum was on my face and tongue. Boys are so homophobic in general.
It’s just cum after all, the same stuff they expect me to eat by the
load.
There were some tablecloths folded up on a table near us so I went over
and took one to use as a towel to wipe the cum off my face. It should
have gotten the majority of it at least, but it was hard to tell without
a mirror. Indeed, I had learned my lesson about the range of a man’s cum
long before when I found people giving me strange looks after emerging
from having given my boyfriend a BJ in a public place.
“I have to use the restroom,” I apologized to him, although I’m not
really sure why I was the one making the apology. It was HIS fault after
all. Had it been up to me, every drop would have been inside my mouth!
Oh well, not like I was complaining all that much at the time.
I peeked out the door and didn't see anyone looking out way so we quickly
exited the conference room. No sooner than John had shut the door behind
us than a casino worker stepped out of the one next to us and saw us. He
looked at us a little oddly and then grinned. I don’t know if it was
because he knew what he had been doing or maybe I had missed something on
my face, but in any case he just turned around and went back in the room
without saying a word to us.
The restrooms were just down the hall so I quickly made my way there and
looked in the mirror. Sure enough, there was a big lump of sperm in my
hair to the side I’d missed so I took a paper towel, wetted it, and tried
to get it out before it got any harder. A comb would have been nice
except I didn't bring my purse in – one less thing to worry about losing
in a crowded casino. I did the best I could and then rinsed my face off
as best I could without removing all my makeup. Fortunately I’ve never
been a big one for a ton of makeup so it wasn’t like I had that much to
worry about in the first place.
Back out in the hallway, John was waiting impatiently for me. I
playfully punched him in the shoulder.
“You jerk, you could have told me there was cum in my hair!” I playfully
chastised him.
“There was?” he pretended to be surprised. He couldn't pull off the fake
clueless look for long before he burst out laughing. “I thought you
might like showing it off.”
He deserved to be smacked – so I hit him again, a little harder this
time, but he didn't seem to mind. Instead, he led me over to the check-
in desk where he presented his room comp and got a room card. It only
took a few minutes before we were headed back to the casino with him
flashing the card like it was some magical pass.
Chapter 4 – Getting Started in the Hotel Room
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It took a while to track down Nancy and MJ but we finally found them at a
blackjack table where, no surprise, he appeared to be losing. Of course,
if he had paid half as much attention to his cards as he as to Nancy he
might have had better luck. Talk about two love-birds!
John took a seat next to MJ but waved off the dealer, explaining he would
be leaving in a moment. Nancy turned to me and asked how it had been
going with John and me. When I whispered to her (as softly as the loud
background noise permitted) about what I had just done to John, her eyes
widened.
“No way, you didn't do him already?”
“Just a BJ, not like we fucked or anything,” I responded, acting as
though it was nothing.
To my complete surprise, I saw the dealer including John in the next
round. Apparently he had changed his mind about not playing. Men! He
just HAD to show MJ he was better, didn't he. Here I was, my mouth still
tasting of his cum, ready to go to his room and let him fuck my brains
out, and he wanted to play cards! Who would believe me if I told them?
Disgusted with him, I turned to Nancy and asked her if she wanted to play
some slots with me. She seemed surprised at first and then, seeing the
two guys totally ignoring us as they concentrated on who could do better
than the other, agreed.
My goal was NOT to play for a lot of money but just to occupy myself
until our two card sharks had their fill so we headed over to the nickel
slots where all the high rollers were gathered. Most of the players
seemed to be fresh off the bus from the nursing home so you can imagine
the looks Nancy and I got from the old perverts when we walked through
the aisles hunting for a machine to play on. I really didn't know one
from the other so we finally picked two that looked interesting and took
a seat.
Nancy was wearing her engagement ring and I was obviously her friend but
do you think that would deter the men? Ha! We hadn’t been playing five
minutes before the vultures began to circle. At first it was just a
couple of guy looking our way – much too often to be a coincidence. Then
the “flyovers” started – guys that seemed to need to pace back and forth
in the same area we were playing, looking down at us as they passed,
probably hoping for a peek down our tops. Of course we ignored them all
and to be honest, not one of them seemed the slightest bit interesting.
Then the marines landed. Two guys approached us, looking to be in their
late thirties or forties, each taking a seat next to us and thus boxing
us in between them. I didn't pay any attention to them until the one
next to me tried to strike up a conversation. I was polite until he put
his hand on my bare leg.
“Look, don’t touch,” I admonished him. I almost laughed at the sound of
it, like some stripper doing a lap dance for a guy.
“Ah baby, you know you want it,” the perv replied, keeping his hand on my
leg and if anything, moving it up a little higher.
“Take your hand off my leg – NOW!” I said forcefully, loud enough to get
the attention of the people around us, including a security guard who
came over to see if everything was OK. I just looked at the perv who
took his hand off me and got up to leave, muttering something about a
“bitch” under his breath.
That scene sort of scared off the vultures for a while, leaving Nancy and
me to play without being pestered constantly. If it had just been me
alone, maybe I would have toyed with the guy a little more before calling
in for an air strike. He didn't have a chance in hell of getting me but
he didn't have to know that, at least not for a while until I was tired
of him.
Just then Nancy’s machine started to make all sorts of noises and lights
flashing. She had won something big apparently. As it turned out, she
had won 10,000 of something or another which she explained to me were
nickels since we were playing on a nickel machine. Since the machines no
longer use tokens, all she got was the sound and light show without the
tokens falling from the machine forever. Still, $500 was a lot of money
from playing just a nickel!
Thanks to Nancy’s winnings, we played for a while after that and before I
knew it, a couple of hours had passed and I was wondering what the boys
were up to. We cashed out and held onto the cash slips from the machines
as we tried to track down the guys. Not surprisingly, they were still at
the same table although neither of them seemed nearly as happy as Nancy
and me. Nancy waved her cash slip in front of MJ who seemed shocked that
she could have done that much better than him – playing slots at that.
Putting my hands on John’s shoulders, I leaned down to whisper in his
ear.
“You know, I hear the VIP room is open if you’re interested.”
John looked puzzled at first and then he caught on to what I was
referring to and smiled. He reached around and grabbed my ass – a few
too many drinks I think.
“Yeah, I’ve had enough of this... let’s go.”
John said something to MJ who just nodded and gathered his chips.
Apparently they had been talking while we were gone since he didn't seem
at all surprised, assuming John had told him what I think he did. I
turned to Nancy and grinned.
“Hey girl, looks like it’s time to go for the jackpot.”
Both guys seemed a bit tipsy when they stood up, not a good sign but at
least they didn't fall down. Neither of them had a lot of chips so we
passed by the cashiers and headed straight to the hotel. Once in the
elevator, I turned to John and kissed him, letting my hand drift quickly
to his crotch once again.
“Gee whiz Kelly,” Nancy sighed, “Can’t you wait two more minutes?”
I just ignored her as MJ didn't seem to mind watching us until Nancy
grabbed his chin and turned his head towards her again. Just then the
elevator chimed and the door opened to our floor. Our room was only a
few doors down and before you knew it, we were in. It was a standard
hotel room with two double beds and a bolted down TV on the dresser.
Well, what do you want for free – a suite?
John had apparently had more to drink than even I had thought as he
flopped backwards on the bed, arms out to his sides as he groaned.
“Someone make the room stop spinning,” he said in a slurred voice.
Great! We finally get to the room and he’s drunk.
Then, unbelievably, he passed out. I don't mean he fell asleep, the jerk
literally passed out – unconscious to the world. Never would I have
expected THIS. Now what?
“Looks like John had a little too much to drink,” Nancy murmured, her
grasp of the obvious brilliant.
I felt like the wind had been taken from my sales. My hopes were to get
in the room, strip as fast as possible, and have his dick in me before he
could catch his breath. Instead, I was the infamous “third wheel” with
MJ and Nancy, freshly engaged, in the room with me. Well, if I’m nothing
else, I’m flexible. Since my original plans weren’t coming to fruition,
it was time for Plan B, whatever THAT was.
My mind raced and seeing Nancy and MJ, there was only one logical thing
to do. Only problem was, would Nancy go along with it? After all, MJ
wasn't just her boyfriend, he was her fiancé. Obviously this was going
to take a little finesse, not exactly my strong suit, especially when I
was as horny as I was at that moment.
It became readily apparent that Nancy and MJ weren’t concerned about my
issues with John, especially MJ. He grabbed Nancy and held on to her as
they dropped to their bed and started going at it like two teenagers in
heat. They started stripping each other’s clothes off, totally oblivious
to me as I sat on my own bed next to John and watched. Who needed to
turn on the TV and watch a porn channel when I had my own private show
right in front of me?
This was the first time I’d seen MJ naked. For that matter, it was the
first time I’d seen Nancy naked other than dressing or some other non-
sexual circumstance. There was one time when on a dare she posed for
some nudes but that was several years ago and so far as I know, it was a
one-time event. MJ was ready to go with his dick already hard and
sticking out from his crotch like a branch from a tree. In my opinion, I
would rate his dick maybe a 6 or 7 on a 1-10 scale. I like it when a
guy’s dick gets so hard that it stick out and even better if it hold
itself and points to the sky. Some guys never get that “steel rod”
hardness and while their dicks get firm and big, the just hang there.
I guess you could compare my dick preference as similar to the way some
guys rate boobs. Some like the perky ones, not so big but standing up on
their own with nipples pointing straight out. Then there are those that
prefer the big ones, even if they do hand down and need support to look
good when dressed.
Nancy was just a pretty as ever. She was a blonde, but not a “natural”
one as the dark small patch of pubic hair she kept as a “landing strip”
over her pussy. She has GREAT boobs, though, boobs I would have killed
for, looking like maybe 36D or even DD. Not only did she have great
boobs, but her legs were long and trim and her overall figure made me
incredibly envious – and horny. Too bad she had never expressed even the
slightest interest in girls!
Laying together naked on a hotel bed, an engaged couple totally in love
and consumed with deep lust for one another, it was the stuff porn movies
only wish they could capture. There was no acting going on here. No
fake moans or ridiculously staged orgasms, just two people making love –
and doing it just a few feet away from me. Who would blame me for
feeling as horny as a girl on her first date with the school stud?
John was out so I just crawled up on the bed and bunched up the pillows
so I could lean back on them. Stripping off my clothes (hey, if MJ and
Nancy could be nude, why not me?) I took a position such that with my
legs spreads apart I could see the show being conducted next to me. My
hands immediately reached for my boobs and pussy and I slowly began to
masturbate, more subconsciously than anything else as I was mesmerized by
the site of the two lovers.
At first they just kissed and hugged, pressing their nude bodies up
against the other as their faces merged and their tongues reached out.
Eventually MJ laid on his back, putting his erection on full display. It
actually pointed back up towards his head but didn’t touch his stomach
thanks to the stiffness of his erection. Without ever taking so much as
a glance my way. Nancy moved between his legs and got down on her hands
and knees with her face positioned over his crotch, stroking him with her
right hand as she looked at him with the most perfect picture of a girl
in love with her man.
“Suck it,” I barely heard him say as he whispered his desires to her.
Nancy smiled and nodded before dipping her head down to take his dick in
her mouth. She didn’t use her hands, just taking the tip of his dick in
her mouth and then moving her head to cause it to move deeper in her
mouth. She took him in slowly, like a she was swallowing a sword in a
circus. She only got about half way down before she stopped and just
held it there like she was sucking on a warm popsicle.
It was killing me watch them. After sucking John’s cock earlier, all I
had been thinking about since was how much I wanted him to fuck me and
now here I was, playing the part of a voyeur, forced to masturbate I
looked over at John and I wondered just HOW passed out he really was?
After all, I’ve gotten more than a few guys good and hard even when they
were sound asleep. Oh well, what did I have to lose?
Reaching over, I undid John’s belt buckle and then unsnapped his jeans
before pulling down the zipper all the way to the bottom. Pulling the
flaps apart, I once again saw his underwear underneath. It was a bit of
a struggle but I managed to pull his jeans and underwear down to his
knees and then with a final tug, got them completely off. His shirt was
still on but that wasn't stopping me from getting to where I was headed –
his dick. It was limp and flaccid, nestled in his pubic hair like a baby
in a crib.
Taking it in my hand, it felt warm and soft, so much smaller than it had
been the last time I had held it. A last look over at MJ and Nancy, who
was still sucking on his dick nice and slow, and I dived down to his
crotch and took his limo dick in my mouth. It felt so soft, stretching
out as I tugged on it with my mouth.
At first there was no reaction at all from John, not even a twitch of a
muscle. After a few minutes I was about call it a failure when I felt
it. It wasn't much just a little pulse, but his cock had definitely
moved in my mouth. I redoubled my efforts, sucking on it more like a
nipples than a dick, like I was trying to bring life back to it once
again. My efforts were rewarded as I felt his dick start to grow, almost
imperceptibly at first and then there was no doubt – he was growing an
erection! There was no change in his expression or anything else to
indicate he was concisely aware of what was happening to him, but his
dick certainly knew.
As his dick continued to swell and lengthen in my mouth, my heart was
beating faster and I wondered how far I would be able to take him.
There’s just something about the feeling you get when a guy’s dick swells
in your mouth that I never will grow tired of. It’s like it’s a
validation of my sexuality, of my ability to cause a man to become
sexually excited. His dick wasn’t growing because he was turned on by
some Playboy model. No, it was ME that was making this happen. It was
MY mouth that was making his dick grow.
I looked over at Nancy and for the first time, I noticed her looking my
way. Our eyes met and she grinned, at least as best she could with her
fiancé’s dick in her mouth. I smiled back at her and gave her a thumbs
up. Now THIS beat hanging around a smoky casino floor any day!
By now, John’s dick was nice and hard once again. Admittedly, it would
have been better had he been conscious and could tell me how I was doing
but his dick was doing a pretty good job in its own way. Hey, a hard
dick’s a hard dick and when you’re horny, you take what you can get!
Over on the other bed, Nancy had mounted MJ and was rocking back and
forth with her hands on his chest to support her. I could just make out
his dick as it slid in and out of her almost hairless pussy. Judging
from the way she was moaning, it must have felt pretty good! I thought
about it for a moment and then figured, why not? Although I had sucked
more than a few guys while they were asleep, as a rule they woke up once
things got going. It was definitely one wake-up call they never
complained about! In his case, John wasn’t showing any signs of waking
up so it was time to take things into my own hands, or should I say
pussy?
Letting go of John’s dick for the moment, I got myself up and straddled
his still body. Lowering myself down on him, I felt his hard cock up
against my pussy and I swung my hips such that it rubbed up against me
and moved back and forth over my pussy. God I wanted him in me so damn
bad! Reaching back down again, I took his cock in my hand and positioned
it just under me and rubbed the head of his dick against my pussy hole,
just barely letting It penetrate me. Once again I looked over at Nancy
and this time it was her that was watching me. She was sitting on top of
MJ, his dick shoved deep inside of her, while the two of them had their
heads turned to see what was happening in the next bed.
“You’re going to fuck him?” she asked me, a tone of disbelief in her
voice, “Like THAT?”
She may have been incredulous but MJ, like a typical guy, was grinning
from ear to ear. Even with his girlfriend mounted on his dick like a
stick in a caramel apple, his interest was focused on another girl. I
bet he had never seen anything like this before, let alone live and just
a few feet away.
“Well, you didn't offer to share MJ, so what choice do I have,” I
responded, a little tease on my voice but underlying it I was more than a
little bit serious about what I said.
Before she could respond, I turned my attention back to the dick I was
holding and held it still as I dropped my ass down onto it. I felt his
head push against my pussy hole and then it penetrated me, forcing my
pussy open as it drilled its way into me.
I gasped as I felt that incredible feeling you get when a cock first
enters you. It doesn't matter if it’s the first time or the 200th time,
it still makes me shiver when I feel this warm object filling my pussy.
God, I had wanted this SO damn much. Who cared if the guy it was
attached to had no idea what was happening? All I wanted was his warm
hard dick in me, not to listen to him.
Once the initial thrill of seeing me all but date-rape John (can girls
really do that?), MJ and Nancy seemed to lose interest, or at least were
more interested in each other than me. Couldn't blame them – why watch
when you’re involved in the real thing? As I fucked John’s dick (I guess
that’s what you would call it), I watched the two of them move into
various positions, going from the initial cowgirl to doggie and then
spooning. From the way she whined every time his dick pulled out if her,
even if it was intended to in order to change positions, you would have
thought she had never been fucked before.
I let my weight settle down on John’s lap and just wiggled my hips enough
to feel him move inside of me. Amazingly, he had stayed hard as a rock –
or maybe NOT so amazingly I guess when you consider most guy’s inbred
level of horniness. Using my fingers, I played with my pussy, rubbing my
wet clit with my finger tips and then letting them touch his hard shaft
just as it penetrated me. Feeling his dick, it seemed almost impossible
that this was what I was feeling deep inside of me.
My orgasm arrived without much warring, like stepping out into a street
unaware and suddenly being struck by an incoming truck. I felt my pussy
tighten its grip on John’s dick, squeezing down on it hard. Had he been
awake, he probably would have been groaning from the sensation of my
pussy tightening and my cum being released like a flood, soaking his
crotch with my pussy cum. My head dropped back and I closed my eyes as
my world shrunk to where the only thing that existed for me was my pussy
where my fingers were rubbing my ultra- sensitive clit and his dick was
deep inside of me. I swung my hips forward and back, driving his dick in
and out of me just enough to keep my orgasm on a pinnacle of the most
incredibly sensual feelings.
Exhausted (after all, I was doing all the work here!), I leaned forward
and dropped down to his chest, letting my boobs press against his hair
chest and hugging him with his dick still buried in me. My pussy
throbbed and I wished that he would cum but so far, that hadn’t happened.
Actually, I wasn't sure if he could when he was passed out this way. How
much of his orgasm was purely physically versus mental. My guess was
that it was probably about 90% physical but even then, without the last
10% could he cum? So far, the answer was no. Oh well, at least I had!
Nancy and MJ were still fucking. They were back in the doggie position
with Nancy facing away from me and MJ standing on the floor with her ass
at the edge of the bed so he could stuff her pretty pussy with it. She
seemed to be enjoying it if her moaning and cries of “Fuck me harder!”
were any indication.
Chapter 5 – He’s Only Engaged, Not Married
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It didn't seem quite fair. Oh sure I had technically been fucked but it
may as well have been a warm dildo for all the personal attention I had
received. Yeah I had cum but then I would have had I kept masturbating.
It was a bit of a thrill to do something I had never done before – screw
a sleeping guy.
Once again, I figured I had nothing to lose. If I didn't try, then I
would always be left wondering what would have happened if I had. I
don’t think a jury in the world would have convicted me for what I was
about to do.
Getting out of bed, I moved over to their bed and took a position next to
Nancy, except I wasn't on the bed but just leaning over it with my legs
spread apart.
“Would you like to fuck me too MJ?” I asked seductively, wiggling my wet
pussy like a teen teasing as she walked down the mall.
MJ had his hands on Nancy’s hips as he thrust his dick in and out of her
but he stopped once I made my offer. He looked confused and who could
blame him. He was screwing his beautiful fiancé and now another girl was
offering herself unconditionally to him. It was probably every guy’s wet
dream but Nancy had yet to weigh in.
“What the hell?” she asked, twisting around to see what was going on.
She saw me and instantly knew what I wanted.
“Kelly, we’re engaged!” she protested, “He’s going to be my husband!”
“Well, he’s not yet so why not let him have some fun while he can?” I
rationalized for her. Looking at MJ, a huge grin plastered over his
face, it was obvious what his vote would have been had I asked. Only
problem, his vote didn’t count.
“No, it’s not right,” she protested.
“I don't think MJ agrees with you,” I teased her, “I think he wants two
pussies tonight, don’t you MJ?”
“MJ...,” Nancy threatened, “Don’t you DARE fuck her.”
“Oh Nancy, lighten up, let the poor boy enjoy himself.” I countered.
Turning back to MJ, I grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled my cheeks
apart to expose my asshole and pussy to him. “C’mon MJ, fuck me, you
know you want my pussy.”
Looking back, I didn't think he would do it. Although Nancy wasn't being
TOO vocal about it, , kept the pressure on MJ. To my surprise, he pulled
his dick out of her and I saw him move his wet cock over and behind me
and without any fanfare, pushed it in my pussy and started fucking me.
“Oh MJ, that feels so good,” I moaned.
“I can’t believe you’re fucking her,” Nancy huffed, “You know you’re
screwing my maid of honor, don’t you?”
I grinned at her and said, “Well, I know that traditionally the best man
is suppose to fuck the maid of honor but you haven’t told me who he is
yet so the groom will just have to do for now.”
“You’re impossible, you know that?” Nancy muttered as she dropped to her
side to watch MJ fuck me.
Seeing her with her pussy glistening in the soft light, I would have
loved to have her in front of me so I could eat her pussy while her
fiancé fucked me. THAT wasn't going to happen, just him fucking me was
already more than I had ever expected.
MJ has grunting, his thrusts taking on a sense of urgency. God, was he
about to cum?
“Cum in me,” I begged him, taking the chance that he was on the verge.
Although I couldn't see him behind me, I knew he must have looked to
Nancy as she just shrugged and looked a bit dejected.
“Why the hell not?” she huffed, “Hell, may as well do it all to her while
you’re at it ‘cause you’re not getting any of THAT pussy again.”
“You heard her MJ, give it to me,” I urged him, “Fuck me and cum in me.”
“Oh shit,” he suddenly groaned and he rammed himself deep inside of me.
His cock started to surge and the first load of warm cum spurted for his
dick into my waiting pussy.
“Mmmmmmm, more... give me all of it,” I moaned, loving every drop of cum
he was depositing in me.
“Go on MJ, do it, it’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” Nancy chimed in.
Somehow she didn't sound too sincere but I don't think MJ was in a any
condition to notice such subtleties.
Finally he let go his last shot and I felt his thick hairy crotch press
up against my smooth ass,. It felt good knowing his sperm was in me,
especially under the circumstances where it should have been given to his
fiancé. Well, it wasn't like they were actually married, at least not
yet.
“Happy now?” Nancy taunted me. I nodded and she pointed to the other
bed, her intentions obvious. She wanted her man back!
Nancy sucked on MJ until he was ready to go again. Not bad in terms of
recovery time! I slipped under the covers, leaving John on top with his
pants removed. At some point I must have fallen asleep because he next
thing I knew the room was lit with sunshine and I woke to the sound of MJ
snoring. God, he was louder than my dad! Nancy and he were under the
covers but I could tell from the lumps and positions that Nancy was
draped over him as he lay on his back.
Chapter 6 – John Does the Future Bride
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John hadn’t moved an inch but when I moved up close to him he started to
wake up.
“God, what happened?” he asked, still in a bit of a haze. “Where the
hell are my pants?”
John looked at me accusingly and then it was like the light bulb went on
and he knew what must have happened.
“So did we...?” he started out, obviously not remembering a thing.
I reached over and kissed him on the cheek, avoiding his mouth until he
got up and brushed his teeth.
“You were great baby,” I whispered huskily to him. I didn't bother
telling him that he hadn’t been awake for any of it then who cared?
After all, I’d gotten what I wanted and since he wouldn't have remembered
it anyway, did it matter if he was awake or not?
“I take it they must have a good night as well?” he asked, looking over
at the still figures of MJ and Nancy. I just grinned, leaving him to
wonder what THAT was all about.
John reached for me, his intentions obvious. This time he wanted to
remember it!
“Ummmmm, shower first?” I said to him, trying not to be mean but he
needed one badly!
John rolled his eyes and go off the bed, his shirt was pulled up and his
ass looked not as he walked to the bathroom. Yeah, I could definitely
have some more of that!
John hurriedly took his shower. I think he was horny and anxious to get
back for a piece of me. While he was in the shower, I was looking over
at MJ and Nancy and by the time he came back, I knew what I wanted.
“There, better now?” he announced, using a towel to dry his hair as he
came back in view all clean and nude. He started to get in bed with me
but I pushed him away.
“What now?” he asked.
I nodded my head over towards MJ and Nancy and said softly, “I want you
to fuck her first.”
“What?” John responded incredulously, “She’d kill me, not to mention what
MJ would do.”
“Look at them, they’re out,” I pushed him, “By the time she wakes up
it’ll be too late for her to say anything. What’s the matter, never
fucked a sleeping girl before?”
“As a matter of fact…NO,” he answered firmly.
“But I bet you want to,” I teased him.
“God you’re such a tease.”
“And you love it.”
John just grinned even broader at that one and I noticed he was getting
hard.
“Did he fuck you last night too?” John asked, assuming he had fucked me
as well.
“What do you think?” I said, trying to look innocent.
“Yeah, you did,” he teased, “I can see that look in your eyes.:
“So now it’s your turn – go on, do her,” I urged.
John had this giant smile on his face and held his hard dick in his hand
as he approached their bed. He cautiously lowered the covers until the
nude forms of the two of them were exposed.
“How do I...?” John asked quietly, looking back at me. She was on her
side, almost over her stomach, with one leg draped over MJ.
“You can do her, just fuck her,” I encourage him.
John got up on the bed and reached down for her pussy between her legs.
He gently pushed one finger up her pussy, drawing the wetness from her to
lubricate himself and her pussy. I held my breath, afraid to even sigh
as I watched John maneuver himself into position. Slowly and carefully,
he started to push his dick up inside of her!
He was maybe half way in when she stirred, her hand reaching back to swat
away whatever it was that was intruding on her sleep. Her hand met
John’s nude body and she instantly awoke.
“What the hell?”
Nancy struggled to move but John had her pinned down as he started to
stroke himself in and out of her.
“You’re fucking me!”
Well duh, glad to see she recognized what he was doing. I quickly moved
over to her bed and leaned over her and stroked her hair.
“I just wanted to repay your hospitality last night.”
“You’re crazy girl,” she protested, although I noticed she wasn't trying
to wiggle free anymore.
“John’s got a great cock, don’t you think Nancy?”
“Oh shit... god he does,” she sighed.
Not having cum the night before, even though he had been asleep when I
played with him, John must have built up a huge load of cum in himself
because he certainly wasn't lasting very long this morning.
“I think he’s about to cum in you,” I whispered in her ear, leaning over
her.
Nancy wasn't talking at this point. Her eyes were shut tight and she was
letting John do the work as she just pressed up against MJ while John
fucked her.
“Cumming!” John announced as I saw his ass clench as he prepared to
unleash himself in Nancy.
John rammed his dick in her for the first load and then he pulled out and
started shooting cum all over her ass and pussy. God, he must have had a
quart of it stashed away somewhere from all the mess he made all over
her, not to mention the first, and probably biggest, one he’d let loose.
I reached down and scooped some of his cum off her pretty ass with my
finger, taking a taste of it and then offering it to Nancy who sucked it
off my finger. What I would have REALLY loved would have been to put my
face to her pussy and lick it out but she had already gone past her
personal limits as it was
I took John by the hand and led him back to our bed where we laid
together, leaving Nancy to savor her morning wake-up call. As we moved
around, it must have been enough for MJ to finally awaken. Nancy kissed
him and before you knew it, the horny girl with the freshly fucked pussy
was wanting more, but this time from her man.
You ready for another round?” I teased John, reaching down to grab his
wonderful dick. Thankfully he hadn’t gone totally soft yet and I knew he
just needed a little BJ to get back in the saddle again,
Eventually we fucked to the point we were hungry and ready for breakfast.
Nancy went in to take a shower and didn't seem too surprised when I
joined her. I wondered if she realized how much she turned me on and how
I would have let the boys go down and gamble the rest of the day if she
would have gone to bed with me. Oh well, maybe someday, who knows?
The rest of the day went relatively uneventful. I would say by the time
we left we were about even when it came to our winnings and losses, not a
bad deal for the time we spent there. On the way home we discussed their
upcoming wedding but didn’t talk about what happened in the hotel room.
If there was one thing I wouldn't let Nancy forget though, and it was her
offer for me to fuck the best man. Now all I had to do was find out who
he was. Who knows, maybe the groom would be available as well - whether
she knew it or not!
THE END
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