Subject: Amateur Night (MF, exhib, oral)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: August 4, 2007
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Summary:
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
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.
“Yeahhhhh, 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.”
“Mommmm,” 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 the 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.
“Uhhhhh, 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 were 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? Hmmmm, 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 others 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.
“Ummmm, 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.
Mmmmm, 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.
Mmmmm, 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.
“Mmmmm, 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
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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. Mmmmm, 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 as 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
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