Subject: Amateur Night
Story Codes: MF exhib oral
Diary Date: August 4, 2007
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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A night out at a bar or club isn’t usually top on my priority list but
there are those times when it can be fun. Besides, you never know who
you are going to run across from your past!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Dressing For the Party
Chapter 2 – Flirting at the Party
Chapter 3 – Steven Fingers Me in Public
Chapter 4 – Paying Steven Back
Chapter 5 – Taking Care of My Own Needs
Chapter 1 – Dressing For the Party
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While I’m not a “party girl” in the sense many of my friends are, I still
enjoy spending a night out with my girlfriends now and then that includes
a little more “fun” than your standard evening at the bar and grill
gossiping and trading stories. At the far end of the spectrum are what I
call the pure “sex parties” that my best friend Beth is really into. She
has somehow convinced me to attend a number of them in the past and while
I have to admit I’ve always had a good time, I don’t see how I could
handle a steady diet of them. More typical are the nights we go to a
sports bar or club where people get a little carried away now and then
but some semblance of public order remains.
Tonight was suppose to be one of those nights where we would show up as a
group, flirt and maybe fool around a little as the evening progressed,
but when it was over nothing “serious” was going to happen. In the area
I live in there are lots of small bars and grill which don't appear to be
much from the street but often have a small restaurant in the back in
addition to the bar. Many have patios where they hold various events
designed to bring in people to eat and drink. The one my friends and I
were planning to attend was just such a place. You had to walk through
the bar and then past the eating area to get to the fenced-in patio out
back. I’d been there before and they usually had someone playing music
with tables and chairs set up with a small stage for karaoke and games.
Getting ready for the evening didn’t require a lot of imagination. The
standard “uniform” for most girls at these events was anything that
showed a lot of leg and ass, not to mention as much cleavage as you could
legally expose. For me, that usually meant either a really short skirt
or a pair of “Daisy Duke” cutoffs matched with a tube top, halter or
cami. Thongs have become almost a requirement these days, replacing sexy
sheer lace panties. Bras are always an option. On the one hand I love
the way my boobs look loose and free but then there is the teasing aspect
of a bra that can be even more fun under the right circumstances. My
philosophy is that if I intend to let the guy fondle my boobs then the
bra stayed home but if my goal was primarily to tease and flirt then I
would pick out one of my sexier versions.
After changing my mind at least a half-dozen times, my bed was covered
with different outfits. I finally sat down on the chair by my desk and
stared at them all. If guys only knew how much effort a poor girl has to
go through to tease him! As I sat there contemplating my dilemma, my mom
passed by my room and then turned around and came in. “Looks like
someone is having a hard time deciding on what to wear,” she observed
astutely, waving her hand at all the clothes I had out.
“Yeahhhhhhh, what do you think Mom?” I asked, “Skirt of shorts?”
She put her hand to her cheek as if lost in deep thought and then walked
over to my bed and picked up a cute denim skirt, one of my favorites.
“Oh! So this is suppose to be a skirt?” she teased me, holding it out in
front of her and shaking her head as if she couldn't figure it out, “And
here I thought it was some sort of belt.”
“Mommmmmm,” I whined, “You bought that for me, don't you remember?
My mom sighed heavily as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders
from trying to be a good mother. She put it back on the bed and picked
up a pair of cutoffs, the ones with more holes in them than anything.
She started to say something to me again but then shut her mouth and
shook her head some more.
“What happened to that sexy little pink dress your dad bought you?”
I knew exactly which one she was referring to. It was a halter style
dress with a thin spaghetti strap running around my neck. It was cut
really low and showed off my boobs incredibly well. It wasn’t the
shortest dress in my closet by any means, I think my dad was drawn to it
because of how good my boobs looked in it. I hadn’t worn it in quite a
while and so I found it interesting that she should remember it.
“It’s back in the my closet somewhere,” I replied.
“Why don’t we see how it looks on you now,?” my mom suggested.
I shrugged and opened up my closet where I rummaged through everything
and finally found it hanging towards the back. As I took it off the
hangar, I marveled at how light it was. It was like I was barely holding
anything in my hand! My mom stood back and watched as I stripped and
held the dress up against my naked body.
“As cute as you are standing there naked like that, why not try the thing
on?” my mom said as I waited for her assessment.
Not rising to the bait, I just smiled and pulled it over my head and let
the silky fabric fall down and settle over me. I cupped my boobs and
adjusted them into the top and straightened out the bottom hem.
“Wow, that really looks cute on you!” my mom praised me, “It’s easy to
see why your dad loved it so much.”
We each glanced at my all but totally exposed cleavage and then we
laughed together. Yeah, it was REAL easy to see what my dad liked it on
me. Although it was more formal than I had planned to wear, the thin
material felt so loose and soft against my skin I knew immediately it was
going to be perfect for me. Fortunately, I had a naughty pink thong that
I’d picked up only a couple of weeks before that would go perfect with
it. It certainly didn’t hide a whole lot but it would keep me legal when
my dress flew up or I sat down too quickly. Note I said “when” and not
“if”!
“Too bad your dad went in to the office today, he would have loved seeing
you in that again,” my mom mused, checking me out from all sides.
Even though it was a Saturday, it seemed life never took a break at my
dad’s office and I figured from her statement that it was unlikely he
would be getting home before I was due to leave. Too bad as I would have
loved to have shown it off for him – without the thong of course.
Memories of the last time I modeled it for me made my pussy tingle.
Needless to say, it hadn’t stayed on me for very long!
“So what are you doing tonight mom?” I asked.
“Ahhhhhh, I was sort of hoping your dad would get home early for once,”
she sighed, “I guess it is starting to look more and more like just me
and Mr. Weasel though.”
We both laughed but I could tell that she didn’t think it was quite as
funny as I did. My parents have been married for a long time yet they
still enjoy sex with each other as much now as they ever have. So many
husbands chat with me and write me about how their sex lives have
deteriorated. While in many cases, I have to wonder if it is really the
wife’s fault, the fact remains that so many marriages seem to lose that
“spark” after a while. Not so with my parents! I’ve heard a lot of
people joke about how gross it is to hear your parents making love.
Personally, I’ve never understood why anyone would think two people
making love making is gross, especially if it’s your parents. If
anything, you should certainly hope they enjoy it! With just an thin
wall between our bedrooms, I’ve been listening to my parents since I was
a little girl and I think if anything, my mom cums louder now than she
did ten years ago.
The reference to “Mr. Weasel” was to one of her favorite dildos. My mom
kept a veritable museum of dildos, vibrators and other toys in the drawer
by her bed. Duracell should send her Christmas cards thanking her!
Since I started masturbating, she has always made it clear they were mine
to use as well but for whatever reason, I never found myself as attracted
to them as she is. For me, my fingers have always been available and
they still do the job just fine, thank you very much. In addition, I
have always had this fear that if I used large dildos that they would
stretch out my pussy. It makes me proud when men still marvel over how
tight I am when they fuck me. Personally I think part of that is due to
me not using big dildos.
“Well, be sure to think of me!” I teased her, “Wish I could watch.”
We both giggled like little schoolgirls at our teasing but there WAS an
element of truth in it all. While my mom had never flaunted it in front
of me, she was instrumental in teaching me as I was growing up that
masturbation was natural and nothing to be ashamed of. When I was
younger I would even go in her room sometimes when I heard her vibrator
running and watch. I guess I found it fascinating to see her doing
herself and I even learned a few things to try on myself as well.
As I got older, I no longer deliberately watched her but there were still
times when I would go by her bedroom, see her going at it, and pause for
a moment to take in the view. Funny thing though, she never did the same
with me. Although she wouldn’t leave the room or avert her eyes if I
started masturbating, she never went out of her way to actually watch me
as if I was putting on some sort of show for her.
It was getting close to the time my cousin would be picking me up so I
grabbed my thong and slipped it on while my mom helped me put away the
myriad of clothes I had covering my bed. I gave her a quick kiss to
thank her for her support and rushed into the bathroom to finish up some
makeup and hair. I had just shaved yesterday and I rubbed my pussy to
see how it felt. Not perfectly smooth but good enough for tonight. It
wasn't like I had any intention of getting laid. At most maybe a blowjob
but even that would be icing on the cake for me.
“Kelly, Kristi’s here!” my mom called up the stairs.
I started to reach for a small pocket purse that matched my dress but
changed my mind at the last minute. Leaving it behind, along with my
money and driver’s license, I rushed down the steps to the front
entrance. One nice thing about being a girl at these events, you never
had to worry about money!
“Now don't do anything I wouldn't do!” my mom pretended to admonish me.
“Yeah right!” I joked. Like there was ANYTHING that she wouldn't do.
From what my dad told me, my mom was the ultimate party girl when she was
my age with quite the reputation for putting out as well.
Chapter 2 – Flirting at the Party
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Out in the car my cousin Kristi was waiting rather impatiently. I didn’t
even have my seat belt fastened and she was already pulling away from the
curb. I gave her a quick glance and smiled. Good thing I hadn’t chosen
my favorite denim skirt or someone might have thought we were twins. In
the car sitting down it barely covered her ass and I could easily see the
black thong she was wearing underneath. Her smooth tanned legs were bare
as was most of the rest of her with just a black bikini type top on that
made the most of her B cup boobs. God she looked hot!
“Haven't seen you in that dress in a long time Kelly,” she remarked,
‘Looks good on you though. What’s underneath?”
I pulled up the bottom hem and showed her my pink thong.
“Oh yeah, I remember you buying that one... remember that poor boy who
was watching us at the store?”
We both giggled as the memory of some teenage kid who had been spying on
us as we went through the lingerie, trying to appear as if he was wasn’t
looking but it was SO obvious. He probably spent the night jerking off
thinking of us wearing them, which I would have taken as a compliment.
Kristi put her hand to her mouth and gasped saying, “Oh wait... now I
remember! Isn’t that the dress your dad bought you for your birthday?”
Since she was looking at me instead of the road, I nodded and pointed to
the road ahead of us, trying to hint at her to pay more attention before
she killed us both.
“Did you know he told me all about it one time?” she said with a devilish
grin, “Sounds like you had a lot of fun modeling it for him…. and even
more after he took it off you!”
Well, he hadn’t told ME that he had told her but then it didn’t surprise
me as he liked to tell me about his exploits with her sometimes too. It
was fun to remember but I didn’t see the point discussing it now so I
changed the subject to the upcoming party for the rest of the short
drive. When we got there the lot was almost full and I could hear the
music coming from the speakers in the back.
“Ready for some fun?” Kristi asked as she got ready to get out of the
car. She didn’t expect, nor did I give her a response as we both got out
and headed for the entrance.
When we got to the front entrance I was surprised to see a guy was there
checking IDs. Technically this wasn't a problem for me as I was 22 but
Kristi was only 20, and didn’t LOOK a day over 17 or 18 at most. Oh
well, that had never stopped her before. She lifted her chin a bit and
strolled in like she owned the place.
“ID girls?” the guy asked, staring at our boobs from the moment we turned
up the steps.
“Do I LOOK like I’m carrying ID on me anywhere?” Kristi responded,
rolling her eyes as if it was the dumbest question she’d ever heard.
Indeed, she wasn't carrying a purse and in that outfit, it would have
been hard to hide a postage stamp let alone a driver’s license.
“Sorry, just doing my job,” he replied sheepishly, his face turning a
little red. He look to be maybe barely 21 himself and must have been
pretty low on the seniority list to have pulled ID duty with the party
going on out back.
“Soooooo, are you going to let us in or not?” I interrupted him, acting
as impatient as I could.
“Sorry, got to have those IDs, you know how it goes,” he sighed, as if
he’d been through this several time tonight already.
“Yeah, we KNOW how it goes,” Kristi came back. She stood in front of him
and lifted her bikini top up to reveal the cutest perky boobs the guy had
probably ever seen. “Here’s my ID, want to check it out?”
The guy couldn't help himself, he WAS a guy after all. His eyes went
straight to her chest and if they opened any wider, they would have
popped out. Kristi giggled and dropped her top back and adjusted it,
taking more effort than required so he could see her playing with them.
“Uhhhh, I guess that’s OK then,” he stammered.
Guys were so easy! Kristi motioned for me to follow and she strutted by
the poor kid, winking at him and smiling broadly. Yep, that’s my cousin
for you!
We made our way to the back where it was already pretty crowded.
Fortunately, Beth and Nancy had gotten there ahead of us and had saved us
a couple of seats at one of the tables near the back. There must have
been a hundred people packed in already with more coming in behind us.
The music was loud and the poor waitresses were trying to keep the drinks
coming. Our table had a couple of pitchers of beer on it but I had no
idea who had bought them as there were people coming and going
constantly. It didn't matter to me anyway since I never touched the
stuff but Kristi quickly found a glass and poured one for herself.
“Hey, glad you two finally made it. We thought you might have changed
your minds or something,” Beth said to me as I sat next to her.
Beth was dressed in the same type of skirt that Kristi was wearing but
with her bigger boobs, she had on a sheer white blouse that was buttoned
below her bosom which allowed the black bra underneath to be almost
completely visible. Actually, her bra hid a lot more than Kristi’s
bikini top so it wasn't like it was all that revealing.
Next to Beth was Nancy, another of my long-time friends. She also had on
a skirt (now I was starting to feel a little out of place wearing a
dress) with a tight cami that made her incredible boobs look even better,
if THAT was possible. Nancy had the best figure of all my friends by a
long shot but she was also the most conservative about showing it. Go
figure.
As was typical in such events, it looked like the guys outnumbered the
girls by about three or four to one. Not that I was complaining. Beth
liked to refer to this type of situation as a “target rich environment”,
probably picked up from her dad’s military experience. Whatever you
called it, it was open season on us, that was for sure. Just walking
through the crowd I felt at least a half dozen hands on my butt! Sitting
at the table, the four of us may as well have been rock stars from all
the attention we were getting. Everyone seemed to want to buy us a
drink, most likely in hopes we would get drunk rather than being polite.
“See that guy in the black shirt over there?” Beth said in my ear,
pointing towards a rather good looking guy standing over by the bar.
“Remember him?”
I looked again but although he was certainly eye candy, there was nothing
about him that set him apart from several others like him. I shrugged
and looked at her to tell me what it was she was referring to.
“Oh come on Kelly, you have to remember him,” Beth laughed at me, “Don't
you remember the first party I took you to?’’ Still wasn't ringing a bell
so she huffed and rolled her eyes as if I was totally out of it.
“Damn girl, he was the host for your initiation... remember him now?” she
continued, “Maybe if you could see his dick again, THEN you might
remember!”
OMG, now I knew who he was. It had been years ago and lord only knows
how many guys since that fateful day but she was right, I SHOULD have
remembered. It was the first sex party Beth had brought me to and one of
the “minor” details she had “forgotten” to tell me was that the host had
the right to fuck me first since it was my first night. Not only did he
get to fuck me first, but he had to do it in front of the entire group at
the start of the party before anyone else could do anything. Memories
flooded back into my head and I felt a twinge between my legs as I
remembered how it felt to be fucked in front of a roomful of people for
the first time. So that was him? Hmmmmmm, he looked better than ever!
Beth had her hand on my bare leg under the table and felt me squirming.
She giggled at me and squeezed my thigh saying, “Yeah, I figured once you
remembered that you would get all horny. Damn! Calm down girl!”
We both sat back and watched the goings on in front of us. Nancy was
sipping a beer as yet another guy tried hitting on her. Kristi was never
one to sit for long and she was already out on the dance floor. She
started by herself but it didn’t take long for the sharks to smell blood
and began circling. Soon she was surrounded by guys, all of them trying
to outdo the other to gain her attention. Beth nudged me in the side and
pointed to her.
“C’mon, let’s go join her and drive the guys nuts, what do you say?”
For the moment I was still getting acclimated to the noise and crowd so I
just shook my head and smiled at her. Beth shrugged her shoulders and
headed out to the middle of the dance floor to join Kristi. The guys
began to hoot and holler as the two of them started to bump and grind.
The girls had the guys eating out of their hands – and they knew it. The
night was still young so I figured things wouldn’t be getting TOO carried
away yet and I was right. Although they put their hands on each other’s
hips and shoulders, they stayed away from anything more naughty, letting
the guys’ imaginations of the work instead – and I had a feeling they
could imagine a LOT!
After a couple of songs they both returned, laughing and giggling. A
couple of guys tried to tag along but they gently pushed them away. It
wasn't long before other girls took their place and the wolf packs were
back in business.
“So... what do you think?” Beth asked Kristi as they caught their breath.
“The guy in the cowboy hat was cute!” she gushed, her eyes seeking him
out again.
“Gonna do him?” Beth asked quickly.
“Beth!” Kristi exclaimed, pretending to be offended that Beth could say
such a thing. Then she smiled her naughty smile and winked at her,
“Sooner or later...”
Again, that was my cousin. If we made it home before she did half the
guys out there it would be a surprise to me. Well, maybe that was a bit
of an exaggeration but she wouldn't be going home empty-handed, that was
one thing I knew for sure (or should I say – empty pussy).
As for me, I still had my eye on the guy from my past, the stranger at
that first party who had done me so willingly in front of so many people.
I wondered if he recognized me? He certainly must have noticed Beth was
here. Would he remember me as being her best friend? There was just
something about the fact that he had fucked me so long ago and now here
our paths had crossed again. Was it just a coincidence or was fate
involved? Beth quickly picked up on my interest.
“His name is Steven and he’s 28,” she said, answering the question with
me asking, “And it’s STEVEN, not Steve. He hates being called that.”
“Do you think he remembers me?”
Beth frowned and looked me in the eyes. “Well girl, as much as you may
think no guy could ever forget fucking you, it WAS a long time ago and it
was only that one time. Give the guy a break. After all, YOU didn’t
remember him and it was YOUR initiation! He’s probably initiated a dozen
or more girls since you.”
She had a point. It WAS a bit egotistical for me to think a guy who must
have fucked a ton of girls since then would remember a one-time quickie
with me. Still, it didn’t hurt to hope.
The noise of the crowd and music was overwhelming now and it was hard to
even hold a conversation. I saw Nancy looking out at the dance floor,
her eyes focusing on several guys. Considering she could have had any
one of the eating out of her hand with just a smile, I wondered for maybe
the millionth time why she was always so shy about taking advantage of
her “assets”. Once she got going she could be as crazy as anyone but it
seemed it took quite a lot to get her to loosen up to start with.
I got up and went around the table to where she as sitting and reached
out my hand for her, motioning for her to join me on the dance floor.
She shook her head and her eyes went to the table but I reached over and
grabbed her hand and started to pull on her. As I expected, she didn’t
resist, she was just waiting for someone else to provide the spark to get
her going. She looked up and smiled and I knew she was ready to go so I
turned and led her into the crowd.
With everyone out dancing there was hardly any room for us but we worked
our way in and slowly danced with each other. She looked phenomenal! I
would have killed for her boobs and her legs seemed so much longer than
mine even though we were about the same height. Sometimes we would get
pushed together and I could feel her boobs pressing against mine. She
didn’t make any effort to pull back and if anything, seemed to overreact
when someone pushed on her just so we DID press against each other.
Finally I just said the heck with it and put my arms around her, my hand
firmly on her cute butt and we moved together on the floor. Nancy
responded by planting her hands on my ass as well and it wasn’t long
before the guys noticed.
“Yeah, go girls!” someone yelled out, followed by a number of other
cheers and then numerous “suggestions” as to where our hands should go
next.
Nancy’s skirt was so short that it easily slipped up and I soon had one
hand on each of her bare ass cheeks. God her ass felt so tight! Her
thong was just a thin sliver of material between her butt cheeks so it
was if she wasn't wearing anything at all so far as the view from behind
her went.
Nancy didn’t make any effort at all to counter me lifting her skirt. I
felt her rubbing my ass through my dress but as long as it was, lifting
it up enough to reveal my butt would have been impossible to mask as
being “accidental”. The party wasn't that wild yet for that type of
stuff and judging by the location and clientele, probably never would be.
It was OK with me. Nancy’s hands felt good on my ass and I loved
thinking about how the guys around us were almost certainly wishing it
was their hands instead of hers. Of course, I am sure the same could be
said about my hands on her butt.
Two guys were being especially loud. They were each holding a beer,
obviously not even close to being their first, and whooping it up pretty
good. When neither of us responded to them directly, one moved in behind
each of us and they both started grinding their crotches into our butts.
One thing I had to say about the one behind me, he must have been packing
something pretty good as I could definitely make out the bulge pressed
against my ass.
Nancy and I kept dancing together as nothing was happening behind us.
She looked at me and grinned and I knew she was as much aware of her
“partner” as I was of mine. Then I felt his hands around my waist and
they quickly moved up until they were just below my boobs. I would have
allowed him to stay like that except I could feel his fingers starting to
move up and touch the underside of my boobs and I knew I had to get
things under control.
Taking one hand off Nancy’s butt, I put it over his wandering hand and
pressed it back down away from my breasts. He tried to push up again and
this time I pushed him down AND turned around and shook my head at him.
The jerk didn’t seem to get the message so I was left with no alternative
but to swing my hips and push him away.
“Whoa, she’s not putting up with you Joe!” somebody yelled out, taunting
the guy who had been behind me. Obviously his name was Joe and
fortunately Joe wasn't so drunk yet that he tried to make another move.
If he had I probably would have turned and kneed him between the legs.
THAT always gets a guy’s attention!
The music changed and I’d had enough so I told Nancy I was heading back
to the table. Nancy was wound up now and stayed behind. Something told
me Joe had a better chance with her now than he had with me.
Chapter 3 – Steven Fingers Me in Public
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On my way back to the table I almost bumped straight into a guy and when
I looked up my eyes widened as I realized who it was – Steven.
“Can I help you get back to your seat?” he offered.
I had a feeling the offer implied he was planning to take a seat with me
when we got there but that was OK with me. Steven worked through the
crowd, muscling people aside and spreading them apart like Moses at the
Red Sea. When we got back, Kristi was still gone but Beth was waiting
with a couple of guys fawning over her.
“Steven!” she cried out and stood up to give him a hug as we approached.
Steven and Beth hugged like old friends and I couldn't help but wonder
how many times he’d fucked her at the parties they attended together.
“I see you met Kelly,” she said with a sly grin, “You DO remember her,
don't you Steven?”
Steven laughed and reached over to give me a hug. “How could I ever
forget the hottest initiation ever?”
Well, he was undoubtedly exaggerating but it still made me feel good. I
remembered when I first found out that he was going to fuck me – and fuck
me in the middle of the living room surrounded by all those strangers. I
am sure at first he must have thought I was some shy prude but once we
got started, I think I gave him about all he could handle. I’d of been
really disappointed if he had forgotten it.
Steven took a seat next to me and pushed the chair close to mine so he
was tight against me. He put one arm around my shoulders and placed his
other hand square on top of my upper leg, pushing my dress aside without
so much as an “excuse me”.
“You know, you look different with your clothes on,” he said with a grin,
“Your boobs are bigger now too.”
Well, he was nothing else if not forward, that was for sure. I just
smiled at him, wondering exactly how I should respond but he didn’t wait
for me.
“You mind?” he asked, taking his hand off my leg and reaching for my
boobs. I wasn't sure what he meant by that and he must have taken my
hesitation for approval as next thing I knew, he had my right breast
cupped in his hand!
“Nice... very nice,” he said approvingly, as if he was at some county
fair judging melons.
“What are you doing?” I finally managed to say as I pulled his hand away
from me, “There’s a million people watching!”
“Never knew you to be the shy one,” he chuckled, putting his hand back on
my leg although a couple of inches higher this time, “You didn’t seem to
mind being watched last time I met you, that’s for sure.”
Did I really have to spell that out for him? There was a little bit of a
difference between being in a private home with people where sex was
expected versus in a public place where the suggestion of sex was
undoubtedly anticipated but not the actual practice. I knew full well
before coming here that I would be fondled and groped; , heck, that was
half the fun. I just hadn’t anticipated it would start right out in the
middle of things!
Beth, on the other hand, didn't seem to be having any such qualms. She
had a guy on each side of her and both were practically mugging her.
Although they stayed on the outside of her clothes, their hands were all
over with her with one guy focused on her boobs and the other with his
hand planted squarely over her crotch. It wasn't going be long before
some bouncer came by and told them to get a room!
Steven wasn't paying them any attention and seemed totally focused on me.
His hand was slowly but relentlessly moving up under my dress until he
was just an inch or so from my crotch. Then, like a runner making his
final lunge for the finish line, he quickly slipped his hand up top my
pussy and I felt his fingers pulling my thong aside. Before I knew it,
he had a finger up inside of me, aided by the fact I was wet as could be
already.
“Ummmmm, getting a little friendly down there, aren’t you?” I asked, a
hint of teas in my voice to take the edge off.
“I prefer to think of it as renewing an acquaintance,” he laughed, “Still
shaved I see.”
Nobody could really SEE what he was doing but it wouldn't take much
imagination to figure it out from his hand disappearing under my skirt
and the look of contentment on my face. As much as I knew I should stop
him, he knew how to touch me such that I instantly began to feel a buzz
inside of me and I knew I would cum pretty easy if he kept it up.
“You like that, don't you slut,” he said in a low deep voice.
Well for goodness sake, what girl wouldn’t? As he finger fucked me his
thumb moved over my clit and rubbed my wetness over it and massaged it.
God it felt so good and even more so with the pressing crowd of people
all around us.
“God don't stop,” I gasped as my pussy craved more and more of his
finger. It was all I could do to keep my hands off my boobs or joining
his hand between my legs. Instead, I tried to appear outwardly as if
nothing was happening when my pussy was literally screaming at me to beg
him for more.
“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you,” he pressed me, “You’re such a fucking
slut you’re gonna cum right here. God you’re hot!”
“Just... don't... stop,” I hissed at him, trying to keep my face from
expressing the incredible urges that were filling me now from head to
cum. Damn, I was about to have an orgasm right here in the middle of a
huge crowd and none of them knew it! Well, most of them anyway. Beth
was looking at me with that all- knowing face she gets when she knows
exactly what I’m thinking or feeling. She knew what was happening and
from the way she was watching me and licking her lips, she was loving it.
“Oh god,” I gasped, my face feeling like it was suddenly totally flushed
as my orgasm hit and my pussy contracted on his fingers. It was so
surreal, these feelings that were consuming me as I looked out over the
crowd, wondering how many had even a clue as to what was happening at my
table, or at least beneath my table.
Chapter 4 – Paying Steven Back
==============================
Finally it died down and I started to pant slightly, trying to catch my
breath that I had been holding as I came so as not to scream out loud. I
turned to Steven and smiled, saying, “Wow, I can’t believe you just did
that to me.”
“Well, then how about a little payback?” he asked. I knew exactly where
he was going.
“Well, just so you know, I’m NOT going to suck your dick out here in
front of everybody,” I said with a bit of a laugh to soften the message.
“Damn, and just when I was getting my hopes up,” he said jokingly.
Judging from what I could see, his hopes weren’t the only thing that was
up.
“Follow me,” I instructed him, pulling my dress down and getting up from
the table. I looked back at Beth and winked. She grinned and gave me a
thumbs up.
The only place I could think of going at the moment was the restroom
inside in the restaurant. It wasn't much but it would have to do. The
door was locked when I tried it but almost immediately a woman opened it
and stepped out. She saw me and Steven standing there and it didn’t take
a rocket scientist to see what our intent was. She just rolled her eyes
and headed to the restaurant. Evidently she wasn’t involved with the
party out back and I could just imagine her telling her husband how some
party slut was waiting to use the restroom after her so she could bring
her boyfriend in with her.
“In here?” Steven questioned, his face looking a little disgusted with
the location.
Hey, beggars can’t be choosers so I pulled him in behind me. Once
inside, we each knew what we wanted so there was no need to play any
silly games. He wanted his dick sucked and I wanted to be fucked.
Pretty simple.
“You know, I always wondered if I’d get another shot at fucking you,” he
said as he quickly stripped my clothes off of me and then took his own
off as well. “You were one hot little bitch that day, you know?”
What could I say? Maybe he wasn't exactly the most romantic of the
species but he certainly wasn't afraid to speak his mind. Actually, I’d
rather a guy be like him and tell it like it is than pussyfoot around
issues all day.
“Remember me better now?” he teased me, waving his dick in front of me as
I bent my knees and dropped down in front of him.
My response was to grab his dick and then push it in my waiting mouth.
He was about half erect already and it felt warm and thick in my mouth.
“Damn, that feels so fucking good,” he groaned, holding onto the sink to
steady himself as my mouth and tongue went to work on him.
Whether or not he really remembered me or if it was just Beth’s
suggestion when I hadn’t been looking, one me thing I was going to make
certain of and that was he would never forget THIS time with me. I could
feel him growing in my mouth as my tongue licked him and my mouth slid up
and down his lengthening shaft. Mmmmmmm, I loved the feeling of a warm
dick growing in my mouth!
As he got harder and my mouth had to take more and more of him in, he put
his hands on my head and grabbed my hair, using it like a handle to pull
my face in tighter to his crotch. Like most any guy. Steven wanted his
dick in my mouth as far as he could get it and I pushed my face down onto
him until my cheeks and nose were pressed against his thick pubic hair.
He had the wonderful deep odor of a male in heat, that raunchy muskiness
mixed with sweat that made a male crotch so distinctive and attractive.
Soon his cock was like a steel rod, inflexible and stiff as he pushed it
into my mouth and then he started fucking my mouth. His hands held my
head still while his hips thrust his horny dick in and out of my mouth,
driving himself into my mouth like he was fucking my pussy – something I
was starting to wish he would do! After a few minutes of this he pulled
his dick out and lifted me up by my shoulders to my feet.
“Here... sit up on the sink,” he said hoarsely as his voice was thick
with the lust that had been building in him.
He was looking at me now with the eyes of a man who had one thing on his
mind – fucking me. It never failed to thrill me to see man in this
state, almost animal-like in his intensity and focus. I knew without a
doubt he was going to fuck me and part of the excitement for me was that
deep down, I knew I couldn't stop him now even if for some silly reason I
wanted to.
Sometimes I wonder if that is the look a woman sees when a rapist is
about to take her. I wonder if all the experts who claim that a woman
should never stop fighting have ever been on the receiving end of the
eyes of a man who was totally under the control of his most basic sexual
drive, so consumed by lust that he no longer views her as a person but as
merely an object to satisfy his needs and desires.
Steven was breathing heavy, his mouth half open as his eyes stared at me,
telling me without a word spoken that he intended to mate me like some
animal in heat. Under these circumstances it was thrilling but to a
woman being raped I could see where it would render her hopeless to where
she would simply give in to him.
My butt felt cold on the sink as he put his hands on my inner thighs and
spread my legs apart. He lowered his head and for a moment I thought he
was going to lick my pussy but instead he was just checking out the goods
to verify I was ready. Just to make sure he spit on my pussy, wetting it
even more on the outside as if I wasn’t wet enough already! He let my
right leg drop and hang off the edge as he held my left one in the air
and used his free hand to grab his hard dick and direct it to my waiting
pussy.
“You want it, don't you?” he taunted me as his dick teased my pussy,
rubbing up along the slit and the his head would touch my clit and then
move back down to where he would press it against my pussy hole just
enough to feel him but not enough to penetrate me. “Fucking little
whores like you always want it... I bet your fucking cunt can’t get
enough hard cock, can it? Well then, beg for it if you want it in you.”
He wanted it as bad as I did, I was sure of that. Technically, all I
really had to do was sit there and sooner or later he would ram it in me
no matter what I said – or didn’t. At this point there was no denying
his own lust any more than he could stop breathing. What the heck
though, why not play his little game and build his ego a bit?
“God I want your dick in me... fuck me with it... oh god fuck my cunt
with your hard dick!”
OK, so it wasn't Shakespeare but it got the intended results. He placed
his dick right at the entrance to my pussy and then with one hard thrust
of his hips, rammed it up inside of me until his shaft was about half way
in. He pulled it mostly out and then pushed again, repeating the process
as each time he would push it in me a little further until finally his
dick was completely buried in my pussy. God it felt incredible to have
his cock filling me up!
“That’s it Steven, fuck me... fuck me with your big cock,” I moaned as he
moved his hips in a circular motion, keeping himself in me as much as he
could but stirring his dick around inside of me. His thick pubic hair
rubbed up against my bare crotch, stimulating and tickling me at the same
time.
“You like my dick in you, don't you slut?” he said, almost as much to
himself as it was to me, “Oh yeah, your nasty cunt needs a dick to make
it happy. You can’t get enough of it.”
“Yes... oh my god yes... I need it in my cunt... give it to me... fuck me
harder.” I ranted on in an almost continues litany of dirty talk as he
pumped his cock in and out of me, driving in me as deep as he could until
his crotch bumped into mine and then pulling out until his head barely
stayed in me.
“OHHHHHH, put it back in me!” I begged him as he accidentally withdrew
too far and slipped out from my wet pussy.
I reached down frantically for his dick, grabbing the slippery shaft and
all but pulling him into my pussy again. It wasn’t an act any more for
his benefit, I truly wanted him back in me, NEEDED him back in me. He
may have put it crudely but he was right – my pussy really did crave his
dick, I really did want nothing more than to have his hard cock in me at
this moment.
“That’s it bitch, keep begging for it, tell me how much you want my
dick,” he grunted as his thrusts seemed to increase in urgency. All the
signs were that he was getting close to cumming and it wasn’t going to
take much now to drive him over the edge.
“Cum in me Steven... give me your cum!” I urged him, “I want to feel your
dick cumming inside of me.”
“Fuck that,” he grunted as he gave me a few more deep strokes and then
pulled himself out of me. He stroked his dick a few times and then
started to ejaculate, spewing cum all over me. The first shot hit me in
the middle of my chest and a bit struck me on my right breast while the
rest landed on my stomach and then finally the last part of it on my
pussy. God he had a lot of cum in him! It was all over me, running down
my stomach and then from my pussy down to my ass.
“Damn, you look like such a fucking cumslut,” he said with a grin as he
stroked his dick and admired his handiwork.
“Why didn’t you cum inside of me?” I whined a little. In the meantime I
was scooping up some of his cum with my fingers and bringing it to my
mouth to taste. I slowly licked it off my fingers as he watched and
grinned.
“Looks like you’re happy as it is,” he chuckled, “Yep, I had you pegged
as a cumslut from the start. Here, suck the rest from my dick bitch.”
What could I say? He was right, I DID love cum but if he was going to
have me eat it then he should have shot it in my mouth instead of making
me a mess in the process. His cock looked so inviting, all wet and slick
with my pussy juices over it along with the last of his sperm dripping
from the tip. I slid off the sink and bent my knees so I could reach his
dick with my mouth again. Mmmmmmm, it tasted fantastic! I have always
loved the taste of my pussy to begin with and to savor the flavor on his
dick together with the sharpness of his sperm was the perfect mixture.
His dick started to soften as I sucked the last of his cum from him.
After it had dwindled down almost to it normal size, I stood up and
licked my lips seductively for him.
“Mmmmmmm, now THAT tasted good,” I said in a deep low voice.
“Too bad we didn't have an audience this time,” he said with a grin, “I
think you like it when people watch you, don't you?”
I just grinned at him. He had me pretty well nailed, in more ways than
one. About the only thing that would have made this hotter would have
been to do it out on the stage but somehow I didn't think the management
would have been as thrilled about the idea as I was.
I pulled out some paper towels from the dispenser and tried to clean
myself off. God I was such a mess! What I really needed was a shower
but that wasn't going to happen until I got home. Steven was dressing
and saw me going through one towel after another as I wiped his slimy cum
off of me.
“Guess I made a bit of a mess, didn’t I” he said with a grin. He wasn't
apologizing but more like bragging about his workmanship.
“You bastard, you COULD have just cum in my mouth or pussy you know,” I
said in a teasing tone.
Really, what could I say? So many men seem to get off spraying their cum
on a girl. Personally, I blame the porn industry since that seems to be
the standard practice in most porn flicks. In real life, though, I guess
I don’t understand why a guy wouldn't prefer to feel my mouth or pussy
surrounding his cock as he came.
“Yeah but then I wouldn't get to see you looking so fucking slutty,” he
said with a big smile.
Steven was dressed now and like most men, now that he had gotten his
rocks off he was ready to hit the road. I was still naked, trying to
wash off the last vestiges of cum from between my legs, checking myself
out in the mirror as best I could to make sure I wasn't leaving any on
me.
“Well, thanks for the great fuck,” he said and then he left, closing the
door behind him.
Chapter 5 – Taking Care of My Own Needs
=======================================
When I finally had myself cleaned up, I reached for my dress but then I
put it back down again. God I was still so fucking horny! Steven may
have gotten off but not me and my pussy was telling me it wasn't happy
about it. I suppose I could have gone out and dragged the first guy I
met back into the restroom but that always had the risk that he would get
off before me like Steven had. No, sometimes when you need something
done, the best way is to do the job yourself!
I sat down on the toilet and slid forward a bit so I could lean back
against the tank behind me. Spreading my legs wide apart, my hand
quickly moved between my legs and cupped my crotch. Mmmmmmm, I was still
soaking wet and hot! Memories of Steven’s dick as he pumped it in me
flooded back and my finger pushed its way in and I started to fuck my
pussy with two fingers as I remembered how good his dick had felt in me.
Just then someone knocked on the door urgently but I just called out and
said it was occupied before returning my attention to my pussy. Whoever
it was, they were just going to have to wait until I was finished. I
needed to cum and cum badly and I didn’t care who wanted in, I was going
to cum first.
As I finger fucked myself I used the fingers on my other hand to play
with my clit and outer pussy. Damn was I wet! Perhaps it was fortunate
that Steven HAD not cum in me as with the huge load he had dumped on me I
was sure that his sperm would have been leaking out of my pussy for the
rest of the night.
After having just been fucked, it wasn’t going to take much to drive me
to an orgasm and before long I could feel those unique sensations
throughout my body that I only feel during one event – an orgasm. My
entire body was tingling like I had just stepped out of my hot tub and
into the cold winter air. Goose bumps rose up all over me and I could
feel my face and chest flushing as my legs stretched out in front of me
and my fingers thrust themselves deep in my pussy.
“Oh god, fuck me!” I moaned to myself as I dreamed of Steven cumming in
my pussy, flooding me with that huge load of sperm.
“I’m cumming... Oh god I’m cumming... keep fucking me!” I went on,
talking to myself like I was being fucked still by Steve. Damn I wished
he was with me again, his hard dick thrust deep up inside of me, making
me feel complete and whole as I only can when my pussy is filled with
dick.
My pussy was cumming hard, flooding my fingers with my cum. I brought my
hand to my mouth licking my cum from my fingers and thinking about how
good they tasted. God I loved the taste of my pussy. Well, l love the
taste of just about every pussy but mine is special to me. I traced my
wet fingers lightly around my nipples which were now so sensitive I could
barely stand to touch them. They were poking out all hard, begging for
more attention but then making me gasp when they got it.
By the time it was over I was left exhausted on the toilet seat, panting
for breath with my head back against the wall behind me. Damn I needed
that! As much as I loved being fucked, there was something about
masturbating that just made it all the better. The knocking at the door
resumed and I knew I had better get going before someone came with a key
to see what was happening in here for so long. I rinsed my hands quickly
and threw my dress back on. It was tempting to leave my thong off as I
knew it was going to be drenched as soaked as my pussy was now but I put
it on anyway as I had nowhere else to put it and I wasn't about to throw
it away.
When I looked into the mirror I could only shake my head. My hair was as
best as I could do with just my hands and fingers to straighten it out.
Why did I leave my purse home? My face was still deeply flushed and I
realized I should have made him hang up my dress when he stripped it off
of me instead of throwing it to the floor. Oh well, it was the best I
could do under the circumstances. When I walked out there were several
girls waiting for me and they all looked at me suspiciously. Odds were
they could smell the sex on me as I worked my way past them in the narrow
hallway. If there was one thing a girl can smell from a mile away and
that’s another girl’s sex. My mother always knew from the instant I
walked in from a date whether or not I’d been laid!
When I finally got back to the table, Beth and Nancy were there,
surrounded by guys as usual. Kristi was still nowhere to be seen and I
wondered where the little slut had gone off to. It wasn't long before I
found out. Some guy was up on the stage announcing the start of a wet t-
shirt contest. Beth and Nancy were tempted and the guys around them
encouraged them to go on up but they held their ground. Nancy I could
understand but Beth was usually up for such things. Being I was in a
dress, it pretty much took me out of consideration. I guess I could have
taken off the dress and worn the t-shirts they had with my thing but
frankly, I was worn out! My pussy was still throbbing like crazy and if
anything I was tempted to make a return trip to the restroom and go for
seconds.
Suddenly Beth squealed and pointed to the stage. One of the girls in the
lineup was none other than my slutty little cousin! Kristi had evidently
shed her black bikini top in favor of the thin t-shirt they provided as
it would have been clearly visible through the thin cotton. Instead, you
could practically see her nipples instead. Standing up on the stage, it
was a good thing she was wearing her thong with that ridiculously short
skirt.
There was no doubt in my mind that anyone up towards the front of the
crowd was getting a pretty clear shot of her crotch. Some of the girls
were just wearing their panties or thongs while a couple were actually in
jeans so it made for quite a diverse group. I may be a bit biased, but I
thought my cousin was the hottest one up there! A couple of the girls
were not exactly svelte to start with. One girl had such huge boobs they
looked almost comical as they hung down to her belly. Then there was
another who was almost flat chested so Kristi stood out from all them
like some sex goddess.
Situations like this are not exactly suspenseful. Everyone knew what was
going to happen and there weren’t any real surprises. The one thing I
noticed was Kristi glancing about and seeing the other girls in just
their underwear. It only took a second for her to realize who the
favorites would be so she dropped her skirt right on stage and stood
there in just her thong. It didn’t hide much, that was for sure, and she
quickly became the crowd favorite as she wiggled it around and teased the
guys in the front. The announcer made a point of stressing that the t-
shirts had to stay on so that took out a bit of whatever suspense there
may have been. In any case, once the pitchers of water hit the thin
cotton, they basically became transparent anyway so it didn’t make all
that much difference. I had to say I was proud of my sexy cousin as she
looked damn near naked on the stage in the tiny thong and skin-hugging
wet t-shirt. I was even prouder when it was announced that she had won!
The rest of the evening was rather uneventful. Kristi eventually
returned to our table and was inundated with new admirers. She actually
didn’t “win” anything in the contest but she was thrilled to have been
proclaimed the best looking girl up there.
It was getting late and time to leave so the four of us gathered our
things and headed for the door. No doubt we could have had a dozen guys
each accompany us if we had wanted them but I was exhausted and been
fucked pretty good anyway. As I was about to leave I felt a hand grab me
by the upper arm. It was Steven!
“Hey, leaving already?” he asked.
I nodded and started to pull away to catch up with the others when he
pulled me back again.
“I know a few guys who wouldn’t mind watching you,” he said in my ear,
“Sure you don't want second helpings?”
He we grinning at me and I actually think he was expecting me to go along
with the idea. I just shook my head and pulled away from his grip.
Well, maybe someday at another time and place but not tonight! I
couldn’t wait to get home as it was so I could tell my mom all about it.
THE END