Subject: New Year's Eve (MF, FF, MMMMMF, orgy, oral, anal)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: January 1, 2009
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Summary:
So much for my plans to spend a relatively quiet New Year’s Eve with some close
friends. When my slutty cousin Kristi called to ask me if I was interested in
having some “fun”, I should have known better but then, when have I ever been
able to resist her offers? What a way to bring in the new year!
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – A Little History About Kristi
Chapter 2 – Kristi’s Invitation
Chapter 3 – What to Wear?
Chapter 4 – Starting Out at Kristi’s Place
Chapter 5 – The Limo Ride
Chapter 6 - The Party
Chapter 7 - The Ride Home
Chapter 1 - A Little History About Kristi
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I had it all planned out.... a gathering with a few close girlfriends, maybe a
Sex in the City marathon, some sinfully high-calorie food, and who knows, maybe
even some wine. Overall though, my plans for the 2009 New Year’s Eve were to
spend a relatively quiet spent with people I loved – nothing crazy.
When will I ever learn?
“Hey cuz, whatcha got planned for New Year’s?”
The smart thing for me to have done would have been to hang up the moment my
cousin uttered those words. There was only one reason Kristi would be asking me
such a question – she already had something planned for us. Even though at this
point I had no idea whatsoever what those plans might be, there was one thing I
WAS sure of, it wouldn’t be a quiet New Year’s Eve!
In case you haven’t read about me and my cousin in previous diary entries, a
QUICK rundown on Kristi. She’s the only daughter of my mother’s only sister.
Her asshole of a father divorced her mother when Kristi was still very young
simply because he couldn’t deal with incest. He knew full well before they were
married that she would continue to have sex with her father and brother-in-law
(my dad whom she’s been with since high school), but apparently when the reality
sunk in, he was too insecure to handle it and eventually just abandoned them,
never to be heard from again. Aunt Linda never remarried and the two of the
them practically lived at our house, making Kristi more of a little sister (by
two years) than a cousin. Growing up, we were extremely close but also quite
competitive – she always seemed to have to one-up her older cousin be it going
for a boy who was younger, wearing a dress that was sluttier, having sex earlier
than me, and so forth. Although like many teenage girls we would masturbate
together, it never went any further than that as in no touching each other.
Even those times when we would share a boyfriend, we didn’t do anything with
each other than the occasional incidental contact.
Unknown to me, when I left for college Kristi assumed my duties when it came to
satisfying my dad’s needs. OK, maybe I was naïve but I never dreamed my dad
would be fucking my cousin, hot as she was, so I never even had a clue what was
going on until the following summer. What a July 4th! Let’s just say I
learned a lot about her and her mom that I didn’t know before – including how
they’d been having sex since Kristi was just a little girl. After that, we
would play around at times but it never evolved into anything we did a lot.
Part of it was because of the separation - I went to a private Christian college
while she chose a local public university. Even Kristi will admit she’s not the
sharpest knife in the drawer when it comes to academics and it didn’t help she
was far more interested in the boys and parties than her studies.
In the end, I graduated with an elementary school teaching degree while Kristi
dropped out her second year to pursue the one career she was sure to excel in –
prostitution. Don't get me wrong - I don't mean she was a hooker or a
streetwalker or anything like that. She works for a high class agency with
standards and security and all that. Even so, I still call her a whore –
something she doesn’t really appreciate but hey, I call ‘em as I see ‘em.
There have been a few times when Kristi invited me along on one of her
“appointments”. Most of the time I declined but there were a couple times when,
against my better judgment, I would agree. The most I care to say here about
those times is that they were an ‘experience”. It wouldn't be fair to say I
didn’t have fun and enjoy myself, but at the same time certain things went way
over the top so far as I was concerned. Overall, I would put them in the “been
there, done that” category – fond memories to be sure but nothing to be
repeated.
Chapter 2 – Kristi’s Invitation
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When Kristi called me and asked me about my plans for New Year’s, I knew it
could mean only one thing. There was no way someone in her profession would be
NOT working that night. It would be like a store closing the day after
Thanksgiving. Kristi generally made a killing on regular nights so I could only
imagine what the biggest party night of the year would bring her. The question
for me was why she wanted me to join her. Thus I stayed on the line and waited
impatiently for her to explain herself.
“OK Kelly, I’ve got the coolest thing and you’ll LOVE it, I’m so sure,” she
gushed over the phone. I just stayed quiet, figuring she would just go on
anyway so why interrupt?
“OK.... here’s the story.... this group of guys want to rent this big van or
limo for the night and drive around town and they need some companionship, if
you know what I mean.”
Well duh, I knew exactly what she meant, or so I thought. They wanted to get
laid while driving around town. Not exactly an original idea but so far that
didn’t sound all that crazy so I let her go on.
“There’s some party they want to go to then and we just have to dance and be
friendly,” she concluded. She paused but when she got no response from me, she
asked, “Kelly? You still there?”
“Yeah, I’m here,” I responded noncommittally.
“So what do you think? It’s not suppose to be crazy like the last time so I
thought you might want to go out and have some fun. You’ve been like a hermit
lately.”
The “last time” she referred to was when we joined up with another girl to be
the “entertainment” at a private suite during some trade show or convention. It
was insane – a solid evening of being fucked virtually non-stop, not to mention
guys jerking off and spraying me all over. By the time the night was done, I
was only barely conscious of even being fucked and it took a LONG shower to even
get the majority of the cum off of me. DEFINITELY a one-time thing. OK, so I
was glad to have done it ONCE just for the experience of a monster gangbang, but
not ever again.
As for being a “hermit”, sure since moving to my own apartment I hadn't seen her
as much. At the same time, after splitting up with my boyfriend whom I THOUGHT
I was going to marry just a few months ago, my dating life wasn't exactly
stable. I was going out now and then, but just one-night type of things,
nothing requiring any emotional involvement. I had also started my own
“business: entertaining at various home sex parties which was certainly one way
to get out of the house, so to say. Sure, I spent a lot of time in my apartment
alone, but that didn’t qualify me as a hermit!
“Well...... I don’t think so Kristi, sounds like it could get out of hand again
like the last time,” I demurred.
“Oh Kelly, you’ve become such a fuddy dud lately!” Kristi huffed on the other
end of the line, “C’mon, loosen up a little.”
Loosen up? What do you call a business where you dress up in sexy lingerie and
parade about in front of a group of people all but naked? Not to mention last
month when I did a bachelor party where I fucked the groom. A don't forget the
time a month after that when I the husband of one of the women at a party I did
fucked me while she watched! So give me a break cuz, I haven’t exactly become a
nun.
Well, I didn’t SAY that all to her but the thoughts were going through my mind.
Then again, maybe I HAD been a little too conservative lately. I couldn't even
remember the last time I’d accepted one of Beth’s invitations to her sex
parties. Since breaking up with Duane, I was only getting laid maybe once or
twice a week if you don't count my dad which was usually once a week, maybe
twice. I like to tell people that I don't masturbate to compensate for lack of
sex but rather because I enjoy doing it regardless of how often I was fucked.
Well, lately, if I was honest with myself, I’d been masturbating a LOT, even
more than normal so maybe I WAS compensating a little now.
It’s amazing how many thoughts can run through your mind in a few seconds but
still, Kristi was getting impatient with me.
“Well, I just thought you’d want to do it with me, sorry if I bothered you!” she
huffed, “Whatever.”
I was about to hand up when I thought about it some more. Oh what the hell?
Why not? After all, how many guys could fit into a limo? Even if we ended up
at some party, there were bound to be other girls there as well so it wouldn't
be like the last time where I had dozens of guys lining up to do me. Maybe it
wasn't the evening I had planned on, but it should be fun and after all, isn’t
that what you’re suppose to do on New Year’s Eve – have fun? I caved and told
her I’d do it. She squealed with delight like a little girl and told me she
would call back with the details later. I hung up the phone with instant
buyer’s remorse. What the heck had I gotten myself committed to?
First thing I had to do was call Beth, Nancy and Samantha to tell them my plans
had changed. Nancy and Sam didn’t seem to care too much one way or another and
told me to have a good time. Bath, on the other hand, was a little miffed that
I would pick my cousin over her, especially since I had made plans with Beth
first. For a moment I considered asking Beth if she wanted to join us but I
knew better. Beth loved group sex more than anything so that aspect wouldn't
have bothered her a bit. However, Beth DID draw the line at being paid for sex,
regardless of the rationalizations. She would know Kristi was being paid
handsomely for the evening and even if she didn’t accept a cut, so far as the
guys were concerned she would be a whore and that was a line she refused to
cross.
I finally pacified Beth by promising her I would go with her to a party soon
after the new year started. Hopefully she wouldn't insist on cashing in her
chips with me but if she did, I would do it – that’s what friends do after all.
I knew the three of them would still have a good time but I felt a little pang
of guilt for not following through with my plans with them.
Chapter 3 – What to Wear?
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New Year’s was only a few days away so I hoped Kristi would get back to me with
more details. What was I suppose to wear – something formal or casual?
Conservative or slutty? I’d love to have known how many guys (and girls?) there
would be. Not that it would determine whether I would go or not, it’s just I
would feel better not walking in totally in the dark. Fortunately she called me
back the next day with more information.
“OK, here’s the scoop..... it’s just you and me in the van. Figure on maybe
three or four guys with us at most. They said the party would be a lot of
people – lots of girls too, so don't worry about that Odds are they’ll be so
drunk it won’t last for long anyway.”
Sounded OK to me so far. “So what do I wear?” I asked.
“Does it matter, you won’t be wearing it for long anyway!” she teased, well
maybe half-teased because there was probably quite a bit of truth in what she
said.
“Yeah but we should go the same, don't you think?”
“Well, I was planning on a short skirt and blouse, something accessible and easy
to take off and get back on again,” she answered.
“Panties?”
“Kelly! You know the drill so why even ask such a stupid question,” she sighed,
“We’re not going out to the mall flirting you know.”
She was right - it WAS a silly question when I thought about it. Sometimes we
would go out minus the underwear when the goal was just to tease and flirt the
poor guys at either the mall or somewhere else we might be hanging out at, even
a restaurant. The difference was in those cases, they only got to SEE, not
touch. Wednesday night would be quite different in that the idea was NOT to let
them see at first but eventually they would get what they wanted, including the
touching part. Sort of strange when you think about it – the better the odds of
getting laid, the more clothes I wear!
The skirt idea sounded good. Shorts are always nice but after all, it WAS
January and the weather wasn't forecasted to be all the warm either. I had a
number of skirts that would work so the question was, which one to wear?
Sorting through my closet, I pulled out several and laid them out on my bed. It
seems every time I go out on something like this it’s the same routine –
debating what to wear. Sometimes I think it must be nice to be a guy – just
grab a pair of jeans and a shirt and go for it, who cares if it’s been washed or
worn before!
In the end, I didn’t choose any of them. Instead, I decided to go with one of
my newer outfits – a skintight white dress that looked like it had been painted
on me. It came down just a couple of inches or so below the bottom of my ass
but it stretched so much that when I sat down, it still covered my butt while
exposing my entire leg and upper thigh. One definitely had to sit with your
legs crossed when you wore this one – or safer yet, don't sit at all! It came
up top behind my head like a halter with a deep plunging bust, almost like a
halter bikini top except in this case, the opening continued down about six
inches below my cleavage, held together with a thin webbing that revealed
everything behind it. The back of the dress was largely exposed, with it coming
together just high enough to cover the crack of my ass. Actually, the back
reminded me of many of the dresses worn on Dancing With the Stars where it
almost looked like the girl was wearing nothing as her entire back is exposed
except for the top behind her head and then nothing until you got down to her
ass. It was pure white and while not exactly sheer, being so tight it showed
EVERYTHING underneath like someone stretched a piece of opaque plastic wrap over
me. It was easily the sluttiest dress I’d ever bought. Well, actually my dad
bought it for me so that should help explain why it was so revealing.
I then picked out one of my skimpier white thongs. It barely covered my pussy
but then that was why I was wearing it – to ALMOST let them see my pussy but not
quite. Other than the dress and thong, the only other thing I would be wearing
were some white heels. They were nothing outrageous, just three inches, but it
WAS winter and it was hard enough to walk in a dress like this one without
worrying about falling on your face.
Chapter 4 – Starting Out at Kristi’s Place
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Wednesday morning, the last day of 2008. I deliberately left my alarm off and
tried to sleep in as long as my body would take it. I had little hope of
getting a lot of sleep tonight so I may as well store up as much as possible
while I could. The last hour or so I tried to force myself back to sleep but my
hand kept finding it’s way between my legs as I laid on my side facing away from
the window. I guess technically I was masturbating as my fingers were touching
me, but it was more like I was running on automatic, just instinct maybe. I was
relatively wet and sometimes as I laid there I would just push a finger up into
me and lay still, feeling my pussy throbbing with my heartbeat. It was a good
feeling, more one of overall satisfaction than lust, like scratching an itch
that just won’t quit. I didn’t even orgasm, or even come close. All I did was
close my eyes and let my hand do whatever it wanted to.
Finally I was starting to ache from overstaying my welcome in my bed so I got
up, threw on a pink terry robe, and after a quick pit stop, made my way to my
little kitchenette. I turned on the counter-top TV and poured myself some
cereal. Times like this made me almost wish I drank coffee – a little pick-up
wouldn’t have hurt. Instead, I just grabbed a Diet Coke from the fridge and got
what little caffeine fix I could from it. There you have it – cereal and Diet
Coke – breakfast of champions. Actually, lunch would’ve been more appropriate
since it was already past noon.
I was feeling restless and needed to get out of the apartment. You know the
feeling – when the walls seem to be closing in and the air is stuffy. At the
same time, driving to the mall wasn’t exactly on my Top Ten list of things I
looked forward to today either. I picked up my cell phone and punched in my
cousin’s fast dial code. I had no idea what her plans were for the day or even
where she was.
“Hey girl, you all ready for tonight?” she answered the phone, obviously
recognizing me on her Caller ID.
I explained my situation and she sort of giggled on the phone. “Well, why not
come over here for the afternoon? Bring your stuff so we can get dressed
together.”
I asked where her mom was and I could hear a distinct sigh before she came back
to me. “She went over to see your dad last night and can you believe it, she’s
STILL not home! She didn’t even bother to call me. I ended up spending the
whole night alone – can you believe it? So now I’m fuckin’ horny as hell.”
“Well, that should get taken care of tonight,” I teased her a bit.
“Maybe it would for you, but I need to get laid NOW!” she retorted. The funny
thing is, I wasn't sure if she was just joking or not.
I told her I’d be over in an hour or so. After hanging up, I put away my so-
called “meal” and went to my bedroom to pack up my outfit. It was looking
crappy outside so I found an old dry-cleaning bag to put over my dress.
Gathering my makeup, I stuffed it in an overnight bag along with my thong and
heels. I was tempted to call my dad and find out if my Aunt Linda was still
there. Damn, so she had spent the entire night? I guess things were different
now that I wasn’t living there.
It was a short drive to my cousin’s and so I ended up getting there earlier than
I’d said I would but I was sure she wouldn’t mind. I parked on the street in
front of her house and went up the stairs to the front door. I didn’t even get
a chance to ring the bell before the door opened and there was Kristi, standing
there naked as the day she was born. She looked a little flush and I could
smell her sex as it was almost overpowering. Damn, she must have been really
horny! She smelled like she’d been masturbating all afternoon.
“Oh my God, I thought you’d never get here,” she gushed, pulling me by the hand
inside. “What the hell are you doing still in those clothes?”
Well, maybe it had something to do with the fact I’d been there for maybe just
ten seconds? Kristi and I spend a lot of time together... well, saying “a lot”
is probably an understatement at best. Although we DID have sex now and then,
it really wasn’t something that came up all that much. Sure many a night we
might be watching a DVD or something on cable and masturbate together, but it
was more for our own satisfaction and not something we did for each other. I
knew Kristi and her mom did it together quite often – every night if you
believed Kristi’s side of the story versus a few times a week according to my
aunt.
There WAS one thing that I DID know about Kristi, the girl was a certified sex
addict. There have been times I wondered whether that description applied to me
as well but all I had to do was compare myself to Kristi and either I was just
in the amateur league or didn’t even qualify in the first place. “Nymphomaniac”
was another term that undoubtedly applied to Kristi, as it seemed her desire and
drive for sex was insatiable. Fortunately for her, with her “underage” looks
and “I'll do anything so long as you fuck me” attitude, there seemed to be a
never-ending supply of boys more than willing to take care of her “needs”. With
her career as a prostitute (“high-end escort” according to her), she even had
the means to make quite a comfortable living while accommodating the most
important thing in her life to her – sex.
So take a girl like Kristi, who expects to get fucked every day and sleep with
SOMEONE every night, and have her spend the night alone while dangling the
prospect of an adventurous evening out (I STILL wasn't exactly sure what was
going to happen), and you can just imagine the results. It was obvious from her
look and smell that she had been masturbating for quite a while before I came
over. It was also just as obvious from the wild look in her eyes, her racing
heartbeat and quick shallow breaths, that she was NOT finished.
Well, I can’t say I was disappointed now that I’d come over early. I quickly
started to undress while Kristi practically ripped my clothes off of me. She
ran over to the couch and laid back against the pillow on the end, putting one
foot up on the couch and letting her other leg dangle over the side. It had the
effect of giving me a great view of her pussy, not to mention making it VERY
accessible as well. Damn, what I would give to have a body like hers!
OK, so I was horny now as well. Maybe not to the extent she was, at least not
yet, but what normal girl would NOT be getting wet seeing this little nymph
practically begging me to lick her pussy? Well, to be fair, she WAS begging.
“Lick me Kelly... oh fuck lick my cunt!” she kept demanding, repeating it over
and over.
There are some things you NEVER have to be asked twice to do; licking my hot
cousin’s pussy was near the top of the list. God she was so damn cute!
Although she was twenty-one, she looked more like seventeen or eighteen, or even
younger depending on how she did her hair and makeup. With her baby-smooth
pussy and perky boobs, she could have passed for a high school girl easily. No
wonder she was in such demand at her agency!
Kneeling on the floor, I pushed her legs even further apart and reached out to
run my finger along her pussy slit. It was already slick and her clit was
swollen from whatever she’d been doing to it before I’d arrived. My index
finger easily slid between the folds of her puffy pussy lips and I pressed the
tip right on top of her swollen clit and just wiggled it. Damn, I thought
Kristi was going to hit the ceiling!
“Oh Christ, that feels so fucking good!” she exclaimed as her hips swung up
instinctively. She had one hand gripping the top of the couch and the other on
the edge of the seat cushion, holding them so tight her knuckles were white as
she gasped for air while I massaged her ultra-sensitive clit. Damn, I knew she
was easy to bring to orgasm but this was ridiculous. She had to have been
really going at it before my arrival.
Pushing just my middle finger into her tight pussy, I followed it soon
afterwards with my index finger, letting my thumb continue to press against her
slippery clit. I pumped my fingers in and out of her quickly while I ran my
thumb in tight circles around her clit.
“Lick it... oh fuck lick it Kelly!”
I moved my face right up to her pussy, just a couple of inches away. The odor
of her sex was almost overpowering and it drew me right in to her like the scent
of blood in the water calling to a great white shark. I kept my fingers in her
but replaced my thumb with my outstretched tongue. The touch of the tip of my
tongue against her was enough to make her cry out yet again, encouraging me to
lick it like a tiny popsicle. Then I took it in my mouth, tugging on it and
letting it snap back into place, then returning to my licking once again.
“Don’t stop... oh fuck me don't stop now!” she grunted through clenched teeth.
I could feel the tension in her soft thighs as I held them further apart,
Moving my hands under her tight little ass, I lifted her up slightly and pressed
her into my face tightly, moving my head back and forth to drive my tongue all
over her pussy. Suddenly her body went rigid and her butt clenched. Kristi’s
pussy clamped down on my fingers and then her cum gushed out all over my face,
washing me it. I loved the taste of her and I licked it up like a cat at a bowl
of milk.
“Oh god, PLEASE don't stop..... oh fuck me that feels so fucking good!” she
gasped, getting just a few words out with each breath. Her hands moved to her
breasts, gripping them tightly as I continued eating her pussy. I loved the
feel of her tiny butt in my hands. God what I would give to have such a tight
tiny ass!
Just as she started to relax, I pressed a third finger into her and lightly bit
her clit, then I licked it while I pulled on it with my teeth. Back up the
orgasm hill she went, reaching the peak quickly.
“Oh stop... you’re killing me,” she begged but then the truth came out, “Oh fuck
me, don't stop, I don't want you to ever stop!”
This time her orgasm seemed to linger on even longer, it was similar to like a
man who can go longer without cumming the second time after he’s gotten the
first one over with. I knew from past experience that Kristi could keep going
like this for a long time and lord only knows how many orgasms she was capable
of having – probably should ask her mom about that sometime. To be honest, I
was a little bit jealous now – I wanted some of this too!
I lifted my head up and wiped some of her cum from my face with my hand, licking
it off as best I could. I pulled my fingers out of her and used the palm of my
hand over her clit to apply pressure without directly stimulating it with my
fingers. Kristi just laid back with her eyes shut, still holding onto her
little boobs like they were going to fly off if she let go. She was panting
like a rabid dog, struggling to regain her breath. God she looked so beautiful
laying there, like some little sex goddess who had just received her offering.
“My turn,” I declared as I stood up. Indeed, my own clit was practically
screaming at me for attention. At first she didn’t even move a muscle or
respond in any way. Well, I guess I would have to do what I had to do! Moved
over to where her head was and lifted my leg up and over her face, placing my
knee to the inside of her head against the back of the couch. Balancing myself
by holding onto the arm of the couch behind her head, I straddled her pretty
f7ace and lowered my pussy to her lips. As my pussy touched her mouth, her eyes
popped open and she grinned once when realized what was trying to get her
attention.
Without saying a word, her tongue extended and I could feel it exploring my
crotch. Then I felt her hands on my ass, gripping my butt cheeks and squeezing
them like some old lady in the supermarket checking out the melons. Her hands
were a lot smaller than mine and my ass was bigger than hers so she couldn’t
grip my butt the same way I was able to grip hers, but still, I loved the
sensations it gave me. I rocked slightly against her face, closing my eyes so I
could focus better on the wet snake that was running all over my pussy. God she
had such a long tongue, like she was born to lick pussy.
“Yeah Kristi, that feels soooooooo good,” I encouraged her, as if she needed any
encouragement. I like to think I suck cock and lick pussy pretty damn good, but
face it, I was literally in the hands of a professional. Sure my mom had made
me feel good but that wasn’t because her technique was particularly great, it
was the emotions and feelings that we shared when she licked me. With Kristi,
though, it was all about me, all about MY pleasure. The fact that she was my
cousin wasn't all that erotic. No.... with Kristi it was all about having sex
with an incredibly beautiful and vivacious woman who LOVED sex every bit as much
as me, and was damn good at it too.
I hadn’t the advantage of a “pre-game warm-up” that Kristi had enjoyed prior to
me doing her, so I wasn’t as quick to cum as she had been – not that I took all
that long. I had always been able to cum faster than Kristi for whatever
reason. When we were teens and masturbated together, sometimes we would have
little contests to see who get themselves off the fastest. Kristi never won –
although a few times I let her so she wouldn’t feel so bad about it. I
considered it a gift. Some women claim to never even be able to reach orgasm,
or if they do, only with an extraordinary amount of stimulation. Well, THAT was
never a problem for me! Even when I first started masturbating, I soon learned
that with the right amount of “persuasion”, I could experience something that
felt like nothing else in the world. Maybe that’s why I’ve always been such a
masturbation freak.
As she licked me, I felt Kristi’s hand move between my legs and she started to
rub her finger ju7st outside of my asshole. She knew better than to push it in,
but it did feel good to have her wetted finger teasing my asshole. Sometime she
would press her finger against it, threatening to penetrate my ass with her
finger. God she was such a tease sometimes!
I opened my eyes and looked down at my crotch, Kristi was focused on my pussy
and didn’t see me watching. I loved seeing her face between my legs, her nose
pressing against me, rubbing up against my clit as her tongue explored my pussy.
What a beautiful picture it would have made. Mmmmm, talk about your “Kodak
moment”! For some reason, seeing her in addition to feeling her against me lit
the fuse and I could tell what was about to happen – or should I saw what WAS
happening.
“Ohhhhhhhh!” was all I could get out as it felt like suddenly the room
temperature dropped to freezing and goose bumps seemed to pop out all over me,
then the thermostat somehow reversed and it was scorching hot, sweat breaking
out on me as every pore in my body tingled like it feels when your funny bone is
struck. Damn it felt so good! Kristi, recognizing what was happening to her
older cousin, renewed her efforts, forcing me to cum even harder. As her tongue
and mouth attacked my clit, it was like the entire room shrank and the lights
dimmed to where my entire universe consisted of her mouth on my pussy.
“Oh my god Kristi, that feels so good!” I gasped, grinding my pussy into her
soaking wet face. It just went on and on and on. I never wanted it to stop..
It was like the most wonderful feelings anyone could ever imagine and I wanted
it to stay this way forever. Indeed, it felt like it was. Somehow Kristi could
sense when I was either going too far or starting to back down and she was adapt
to my reactions, either pushing me harder or letting me die down just enough to
keep me on that knife edge of my orgasm.
Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I was about to collapse so I laid down
next to her on the couch, the two of us facing each other arm in arm, hugging
and kissing her. Our legs were intertwined such that each pussy as being
pressed against the other’s thigh, the pressure alone enough to make me feel so
good! She must have felt the same as now and then it was like an involuntary
little hump of her crotch against me would suddenly appear, only to go away
again as we just gathered our strength once again. Neither of us said a word –
there was nothing to say. I could feel her breast pressed against mine, her
nipples teasing against mine. Her mouth tasted so good after licking my pussy
and I am sure I still had enough of hers on my face to remind her of where it
had been – as if she needed to be reminded.
It was a good thing I’d stopped by early as we laid that way for a good hour or
more, resting as we held each other close. I felt spent at first, like I’d just
finished a major workout. I loved to run my hands over her firm naked body,
feeling the tips of my fingers start at the back of her neck and work their way
down her back, over her tight little ass and then down her fantastic legs. Her
body was perfect – soft, warm and smooth. She would also run her hands over me,
making me shiver when she would stroke just the right spot. I loved it best
when she played with my hair, running her fingers through it,
I might have just spent the night with Kristi this way – the heck with the
party! However Kristi, ever the pro, wasn’t as willing to shirk her duties so
easily.
“Hey cuz,” she whispered in my ear, ”We have to be ready soon.”
I just whined softly like a little kid not wanting to get out of bed for school
in the morning. True, a bed would have been more comfortable but the couch
forced us to stay tightly together so it had it’s advantages.
“C’mon girl, up and at ‘em,” she pressed, pulling herself away and getting off
the couch. I looked at her standing there, nude and beautiful. God what I
would give to look like her! OK, so I don’t think I look all THAT bad, but
still, Kristi had it all – and in spades. She reached down and took my hand,
pulling me up and off the couch.
“They’re going to pick us up in an hour or so – lots to do before then!” she
reminded me. Indeed, a shower was now a necessity and that meant doing my hair
again and makeup – not that it didn’t need it after our little tryst. I knew
her house only had one bathroom so that meant we’d better get going.
“If we shower together, it will probably speed things up,” she suggested.
Kristi must have caught the grin on my face because she clucked at me and wagged
her finger, warning me, “Now don't get any ideas girl, we really DO need to get
going here.”
It was like she could read my mind sometimes! Then again, it didn’t take a
psychic to realize that I would’ve loved to rekindle the fire under the deluge
of a hot shower. I just frowned, pretending to be disappointed (well, not
pretending TOO much). We headed up to the bedroom and bathroom. Fortunately
my dress didn’t require ironing – it was so tight that just putting it on
stretched out any wrinkles that may have formed.
Unfortunately, at least from my perspective, the shower went uneventfully. To
be fair to Kristi, we really DID have to get it in gear if we were going to be
ready on time. For me this was just a party but for her it was business, and
she needed to be on time for her “appointment”.
Once we were finished in the bathroom, we went to her bedroom (which she shared
with her mom) to get dressed. As I struggled to pull my dress over me, she
helped by tugging it down and working it such that it was properly in place.
Standing back, she looked at me and whistled.
“Damn, that is one hell of a dress, Kelly. Where did you get it?”
As I tightened up my heels, I explained to her how it was a present from my dad
– even if he only saw me for a few minutes in it before he had me take it off.
As for her, she had quite the wardrobe to choose from. I guess since it was her
daily profession, she needed quite a range of outfits to satisfy the various
customers she encounter. I shuddered to imagine what some of the perverts she
must have to satisfy demanded of her. She had already picked out her outfit,
though, and it was hanging on the back of the bedroom door. Compared to my
outfit, which I considered to be somewhat sophisticated, hers was more casual
but still not just your typical Friday night getup. The skirt was jet black,
the type that is tight around your waist and hips but then opens up more as it
reaches your thighs, letting it bounce around without restricting your walking.
The top was a light green wrap-around, no buttons or clasps, just held in place
by a belt with a deep-cut cleavage. The neckline was loose, allowing her boobs
to easily be seen should she lean over even the slightest. Underneath she had a
cute little black thong which complimented her skin tone perfectly.
We helped each other dress and then stood next to each other as we looked in the
bedroom mirror. We both smiled as while I hate to sound vain, we looked HOT. I
couldn't wait to see the looks we would be getting before too much longer. My
dress was more revealing from the outset but her top and skirt were better to
tease with. Whereas I didn't leave much to imagination, Kristi had full control
over what was – and wasn’t seen. I guess you could say I looked more the
“slut” while she was the “tease”. We made a good team!
Chapter 5 - The Limo Ride
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Although I hadn’t asked before, or even thought about it for that matter, I was
suddenly curious how this was all going to play out. Where would we meet these
guys? I couldn’t imagine Kristi would’ve given anyone her real address so did
we have to go somewhere to meet them or what? I had no idea where this was all
going to end up so I also had to question how we would return from wherever we
were. Kristi just waved me off, saying not to worry and that she does this all
the time – most likely true in her case. Still, I am the type that likes to be
in control of the situation and not having travel plans just sort of got under
my skin.
As it turned out, I didn’t have long to wait as there was a honk outside and
Kristi told me to get my coat on as our ride was here. I peeked out the front
window and there was a taxi waiting for us. Of course, how silly of me. Why I
hadn’t already thought it I don’t know. Maybe my mind was still a bit foggy
from our little escape earlier. We both had long winter coats on so our outfits
couldn't be seen by anyone as we left through the front door. Climbing in the
taxi, Kristi handed the driver an address which he took and then drove off
without a word. As we settled in, Kristi pulled out her cell phone and made a
call.
“Hey mom, Kelly and I just left, was hoping to hear from you before we did.
Don’t know when we’ll be back – you know how it is. Say hi to Uncle John for
me!”
She hung up, evidently having just left a voice mail. “So you think your mom’s
still at our house?” I asked? She just grinned and nodded, then raised her
eyebrows and we both giggled like we were sharing a naughty secret. Things must
have been going pretty well for her to stay that long.
The taxi took us into Pittsburgh proper to a hotel in the middle downtown area.
Kristi paid the driver and we got out and headed into the lobby. I looked at
her, waiting for her to explain what was going on.
“Well, they are suppose to meet us here in.... about five minutes now,” she
explained. “Just watch for a big white limo.” Yeah, like there wouldn't be
many of those on New Years’ Eve!
Actually it was only a couple of minutes when such a limo did indeed drive up.
The bellman was talking to someone in the front seat when Kristi and I walked
up. He just smiled at us and opened the back door for us to get in. He wished
us a good evening and I got the feeling from the twinkle in his eye that he knew
just what kind of naughty girls we were and what nasty things we would be doing
in that limo before long! Surprisingly, the limo was empty! I guess I had
expected it to be crammed with people, already drinking and partying. The limo
was incredible, I’d never been in one so big. Sheesh, how did the driver even
turn corners being as long as it was? There were rows of leather seats lining
the outside walls with a bar at the front end and another bench at the rear.
Everything about it said “expensive”, from the wood trim to the fine leather on
the seats. This was NOT one of your every day “prom buses” that kids rent out,
that was for sure.
“Want something to drink,” Kristi offered as she looked over the bar, “Seems to
have about everything.”
I deferred, instead wondering what was happening next. Kristi seemed immune to
any worries, but then for her, this was probably routine. She seemed to sense
my concern, though, and sat next to me and held my hand.
“I believe the guys are staying at another hotel. They wanted us to meet them
there but I was worried we might never make it into the limo if we did – if you
know what I mean.”
OK, that made sense. I could see her reasoning. If the guys met us in the
lobby, no doubt the temptation would have been there to take the party back to
the room, something I’d NOT signed up for. The whole idea of cruising the town
had been what convinced me in the end to this gig. Sure enough, we only went a
few blocks and the limo pulled in front of another luxury hotel.
“Well, you ready?” she asked me.
Oh yeah, sure I was – NOT! You may as well ask a shuttle pilot if he’s ready.
Of course he is prepared – he knows what to do and how to handle things, but as
for being READY? An anybody really ever be totally ready for something they
know is going to be wild and crazy? I was confident I could handle anything
thrown my way tonight – this wasn’t my first rodeo as they say but still, I
couldn't help but feel my pulse pick up as the adrenalin began to pump into my
veins. God, we were really going to go through with this!
The door opened and in poured the guys – and girls. Needless to say, I was a
little surprised as I’d just assumed that Kristi and I would be the only ones.
Then again, I guess I shouldn’t have been astonished that they would bring along
more girls than just us. As a rule, the men all looked to be in their mid to
late twenties, most pretty good looking and dressed professionally – no jeans at
least. So far so good. There were two other girls and I had to take a second
look to be sure I was seeing them correctly. God, they looked to be teenagers –
not in the “I look young for my age” way that Kristi did, but genuine teens.
It’s so hard to tell these days what age some girls are but regardless of how
you sliced it, if these girls were eighteen then I was forty! On the other
hand, they looked REALLY hot, dressed more like hookers than high school
cheerleaders and I had to wonder if that wasn't what they were. Did the guys
just pick them up? Of course, to them Kristi and I were whores as well –
weren't they paying us to party with them tonight?
“Happy New Year, you must be Kristi and Kelly,” one of them spoke out, evidently
the leader of the bunch. We nodded and he quickly ran through the introduction
like somehow I was going to remember all the names so easily. They were all
Caucasian – no ethnic diversity apparently with this group. They must have left
their coats and jackets at the hotel as none of them wore one except for the
girls who were wearing long versions similar to me and Kristi.
After going through the guys, Kyle (as he introduced himself) pointed to the
girls, introducing them as Barbie and Mandy. Barbie looked to be the younger of
the two, but not by much and it could have just bean the makeup that may have
been throwing me off. She was a blond, like Kristi, and just looked cute,
hiding what was probably a much naughtier side of herself well. Mandy, on the
other hand, fascinated me. She was black but rather fair skinned. Her hair was
straight and she had a much different demeanor about her than Barbie. Barbie
looked like she had just been plucked from a high school cheerleader practice
whereas Many LOOKED like a whore. It was just something about the way she
carried herself, that look in her eyes or the slight smile she wore as if to
say, “I’m hot, you know it, so fuck me.” I’d never had sex with a black girl
before so I have to admit that the thought crossed my mind when I first laid
eyes on her.
The limo pulled out, headed for who knows where. It didn’t really matter as it
was hard to see out the heavily tinted windows anyway and besides, there were
other things to be paying attention to anyway. The guys were getting themselves
drinks and talking to themselves, their eyes roaming about on each of us girls
the entire time. I counted and there was eight of them, making things a little
cramped but not too bad really considering we were in an oversized car. Hmm,
that meant two for each of us or would they gang up on one or two of us and then
move between us? So many possibilities, that was what made such an evening so
much fun to look forward to – the element of the unknown.
Kristi and I were sitting together on one side towards the back while the teen
whores were sitting together as well but on the opposite side and near the
front. With all the commotion, passing of drinks, and such, it was hard to get
any sense of what was going on. I was offered something in a glass which I
politely refused but Kristi took it instead. Whatever it was, it made her eyes
open wide and then cough as she took a taste – obviously someone was hoping to
get us drunk!
Just as I was wondering how things would get started, the two up front took
matters into their own hands - literally. I got the feeling they’d already been
partying with these guys a bit given the way they seemed to be more familiar
with some of the guys. In any case, their coats came off quickly and were put
up in the front seat. Barbie was wearing a skirt that was impossibly short,
even Kristi’s standards, and obviously nothing underneath as it was impossible
for her to be sitting down without her bare pussy showing. Actually, I don’t
know how the skirt (and that’s using the term loosely) would have covered her
even if she had been standing up! In fact, it looked more like one of those
skirts the figure skaters wear on TV – except they have hose and panties on
underneath and the skirt is more an accessory. On top, she was wearing a
Hooter’s T-shirt (how’s that for class!) which was cut off just below her boobs.
She was actually pretty small on top so it didn't take much to keep them covered
as they weren’t about to sag underneath. It was a little surprising to see a
girl in her profession with A cups but then I guess it just went along with her
“I’m a 16 year-old cheerleader” persona. What was most distinctive about her
was her hair. It was long – really long, maybe almost to her ass. God, how did
she manage to take care of it? On her feet were some ridiculously tall heels –
maybe even six inches. I bet she was glad to get them off when the night was
done. But then, Barbie didn’t seem the type to spend much time on her feet, if
you know what I mean.
Mandy had her coat off as well. Her darker skin was sharply contrasted by a
silver dress – almost something like mine. It was skin tight and hugged her
like a glove. Unlike her partner, Mandy had the boobs (almost like she had BOTH
of their boobs). Damn, she was really stacked! If those were real then I was
the Queen of England. Besides the fact they were totally out of proportion to
her frame size, there’s just something about fake ones that just stands out like
a headlight (no pun intended). They were just too firm, no bounce and no sag at
all as you would expect for a D (DD?) cup size. I will say one thing though,
they certainly filled out that dress nicely. The top was more a halter that
merged with the dress just above her belly button. Two thin strips made a
valiant effort to contain her massive boobs and for the moment, appeared to be
barely holding their own. The skirt was just as short as mine and just as
revealing. Unlike Barbie, she wore a silver thong but what caught my attention
were her legs. You know how some girls just seem to have legs that go on
forever? Well, Mandy’s were the dictionary definition. Smooth and dark, they
were simply incredible. She crossed them, revealing all of her thigh up to her
sweet ass as the dress pulled up - and she naturally made no effort to restrain
it. She even had silver heels; not as outrageous as her friend’s but still a
lot higher than I would be comfortable wearing.
Well, as soon as they had their coats off, the calls came for Kristi and I to
drop ours as well which we promptly did. At first I felt a little discomfort.
God, at 23 I felt like I was the old broad compared to the nubile cuties I was
competing with. Maybe I needed to make a New Year’s resolution to hit the gym.
OK, I’m not overweight but still, I WAS carrying a little more than the younger,
extremely petite girls. I think my legs and ass look pretty good, but they were
nothing compared to Mandy’s. Barbie may have had the least developed body, but
then that seemed a turn-on to more than a few of the guys judging from the
attention she was getting. At my age, it was like I was too old to be the hot
teenager but too young to be a MILF. It was an interesting quandary, one that I
wasn't given have much time to contemplate further...
I felt a hand on my leg and an arm around my shoulders. The guy next to me was
moving in closer. I noticed Kristi had a guy of her own who already had his
hand under her skirt. I guess things weren’t going to start too slowly after
all.
“Love that dress,” he said to me, “I bet it even looks better off of you.”
OK, so subtlety was NOT the word of the day. I guess maybe it was better that
way anyway. It’s not like we were on a date and it was time to start at first
base and work your way carefully around, afraid of being “thrown out”. These
guys had probably paid a pretty penny for the four of us and they naturally
wanted their money’s worth. Oh well, it’s not like I didn’t know that when I
signed up for this. Still, after calling Kristi a whore al this time, it felt a
little odd to be assuming the role myself.
I glanced at Kristi and her guy was evidently already feeling up her crotch from
the way she was squirming. Her skirt was barely long enough to hide his hand
but there was no doubt what he was doing underneath it. Suddenly an urge came
over me. Dang it anyway, Kristi was always going one up one me so why not for
once I do it to her? It seemed whenever we were with a guy that she was always
the one to get it first – the first to suck his dick, the first to get fucked,
the one who got his cum first. She always had to be first. Well, tonight, her
older cousin was going to show her a thing or two.
Reaching over to his lap, I planted my hand on his crotch where I felt the
outline of what was already a pretty good erection. Good, the guys weren’t so
drunk yet that they couldn't get it up. “What’s under here?” I asked in my best
“naughty girl” tone of voice.
“Why don’t you find out?” he came back with as his hand inched up higher onto my
leg until his fingertips were now under the bottom of my dress. One thing that
made going out like this different from going out on a date was the guy’s
attitude. On a date, he had to be cautious, to take things one step at a time,
like a hunter wary of spooking his game. Things tended to be slower, a light
touch, an “accidental” feel of a breast, and progressed from there. Not so
tonight. I wasn’t a target, a goal for him to try to achieve. No, this bird
was already in the bag, a done deal. He couldn't offend me or scare me away –
and he knew it because he had “contracted” with me to do it, whatever “it” was.
There is some merit, I guess, in both scenarios. I kind of like the power and
control I get on a date where even if I know I’m going to be putting out, the
guy doesn’t know it and so I get to play this game with him all evening.
Tonight, it was a different sort of thrill. Now it was more, “What will he ask
me to do?”, or “How far will he want me to go?” that becomes the question. He
could fuck me tonight all if he wanted – and we both knew it from the start, so
why play the dating games?
I looked at Kristi and caught her eye, giving her a wink and a grin that gave
away my intentions just as clearly as if I had shouted them to her. She just
frowned for a minute but then shook her head and went back to paying attention
to the guy feeling her up – and the next one who had his hands on her boobs.
What the heck, why not just go for it? If I was going to be the matronly one,
then I was also going to be the most forward one, at least at the start. A
quick glance confirmed that both Barbie and Mandy were still just being groped
so I decided to be the first to make a move. I reached over and undid his belt
and pants, followed by his zipper. Reaching down into his shorts, I felt his
warm dick amidst a forest of thick pubic hair. Mmmmm, I was the first to get my
hand on a nice dick! I pulled it out and in the subdued light it stood up tall
and proud. I spit into my hand and used it to lubricate his shaft so my hand
could more easily stroke him.
“Mmmmm, now you’re my kind of girl,” he complimented me, “I bet you just love
sucking dick, don't you?”
“Ohhhh, how did you know?” I teased him back, “Here, let me show you.”
With that I dropped to my knees on the carpeted floor in front of him and
without any fanfare or wasted motion, dropped my head to his crotch and took
half his shaft in my mouth in one swift motion. He had the perfect cock – not
too thin, not too thick, just the right length such that I knew I could take him
all later when I wanted it. Several guys started to cheer me on and I looked up
out of the corner of my eye to see my cousin looking at me with daggers shooting
from her eyes. Ha! She wasn't first this time.
Kneeling as I was, my dress pulled up and I knew most, if not all, of my ass was
showing. The thong would do little to hide anything so basically I was showing
off my bare butt to anyone who was interested – of which it appeared to be at
least a few. As I sucked on the guy’s dick, I felt at least one hand fondling
my bottom, running a finger up my ass crack, almost making me gag on the dick as
I tried not to laugh from being tickled.
“Damn, look at that sweet ass!” someone behind me commented, flowed by a number
of other descriptions of my butt – not to mention what they wanted to do with
it. Kneeling like this with my ass wiggling out there like a worm on a hook, I
knew it was just a matter of time before a fish came by and took the bait and
sure enough, it wasn't long before I felt a couple of hands pulling my ass
cheeks apart and then a hand sliding in between my legs to fondle my crotch.
“Oh wow, the bitch is wet already!” whoever was feeling me informed the rest.
“What do you say guys... think she needs something in it?”
Damn, things were progressing a LOT faster than I would’ve ever dreamed. Kristi
was now sucking a dick of her own, but in her case she was sitting and leaning
over to suck the cock of the guy next to her. She was leaning away from me and
I saw her tight butt was in full view as well, and seemed to be drawing even
more same attention than mine as a guy slid in to where I’d been sitting and
started groping her.
So far I was just doing a standard “head bob” on his dick when I felt something
pushing against my pussy and then a hard shove against me and I felt someone’s
hard cock sliding into me. Well, I guess foreplay wasn’t on the menu tonight!
Then again, there were eight of them and only four of us. I had no idea what
was happening up front with the other two girls as they were blocked from sight
by the rest of the guys watching something going on. I got the feeling maybe in
their case they were putting on some sort of show from the way the guys were all
just watching and cheering. Back here, Kristi and I would have probably loved
to be playing with each other - a continuation of our early frolics, but our
guys had different ideas. I may have been the first to get fucked, but hand it
to Kristi, she made a great attempt at playing catch up and she was being fucked
only a minute or so after I was.
From the feel of it, I was guessing the dick in me was bigger than the one I was
sucking. It was sort of fun to be fucked by someone whom I had no idea what he
even looked like. I let him do most of the work while I concentrated on the BJ
end of things. Even then, I wasn't going to be allowed to dwell solely on him
for long. I felt something against the side of my face and looked to my side to
see another dick touching me. The guy had his pants open and his stiff dick
protruding outward, poking me in the cheek with it, obviously wanting some
attention. Hmmm, fine with me! I started sucking them both, alternating from
one to the other, stroking one while I sucked on the other. They were about the
same size and had I been blindfolded, I probably would’ve hard a hard time
telling them apart.
Kristi has dropped her thong – or at least someone had helped her off with it,
and she had moved over to sit on the guys lap next to her while she continued to
suck on the guy she had started with. The I realized she had done more than
just sit on his lap, she as riding his dick as well! She was more grinding her
ass around his dick than jumping up and down on it, making it easier for her to
continue her BJ.
As for me, technically I was still completely dressed, that is dressed if you
allow my dress to be bunched up at my waist and my thong pulled to one side so
this dude could fuck me from behind. Speaking of being dressed (or not), I
wondered how the others were doing? With me taking on three and Kristi two,
that left just three men for the two girls up front. I tried to see around the
guy Kristi was blowing but he was doing a heck of a job of blocking my view.
Hmmm, what in the world was going on up there now? But then.... did it really
matter?
The guys I was sucking to the side of me moved away and I felt the guy behind me
pull out of me. Evidently someone must have wanted to swap places as it wasn't
long before I had a different dick in my face, and this time I could smell
myself on it so I knew it had to be the one that had been fucking me from
behind. My mouth confirmed what my pussy had told me, his WAS bigger than the
others, to the point where I had a little more difficulty getting my mouth
around it. Still, once I adjusted to him I think I did a better than average
job of sucking him off. Meanwhile, the other guy was stuffing his dick in me as
fast as he could line up his erect cock with my wet gaping pussy hole. Thanks
to having his larger friend in me mere seconds earlier, he slide in me easily
and I could feel the coarse pubic hair of his crotch grind against my ass as
pushed himself into me, trying to drive himself into me as deeply as he could.
“Oh shit!” I heard and I glanced over just in time to see Kristi’s guy starting
to cum. Damn, that little bitch had beaten me to it again. I may have had the
first dick in my mouth but she looked to be the first girl to have cum in hers.
Indeed, she took all his cum in her mouth and I saw him tremble as his dick
erupted like a volcano into her mouth. She shook her head while her mouth
gripped his dick, as if she was shaking off any last globs of cum that might be
hanging on to the tip of his dick. When he finally pulled out, she made a
display out of showing him his cum in her mouth and then on her tongue as she
stuck it out at him – letting the rest of us see it as well. Then she swallowed
and again showed her tongue - this time without the cum on it and again, we all
knew where it was now.
The first guy I started sucking was cumming now himself – a little late but
better than never as they say. I loved the feeling as his dick throbbed and
convulsed, finally shooting his cum against the back of my throat and then the
remainder dribbling onto my tongue. He hadn’t quite finished yet when the other
guy, the one who had first fucked me but was now stroking himself to the side of
me while his partner came in my mouth, was starting to cum to. Since my mouth
was already full, he just shot it on the side of my face. At least he avoided
my hair (or so I hoped). I could feel it running down my cheek and could only
imagine what a cumslut I must look like to him.
He was still shaking off the last as I showed off the other guy’s cum in my
mouth when the guy fucking me suddenly pulled out and started to cum on my ass.
Damn, that was about the last place I wanted it because I wouldn't pull my dress
down now. I didn't want it to get full of cum stains – not when it costs as
much as it did to get cleaned.
The guy Kristi was riding signaled he about ready, sort of a combination of hand
motions and grunting but the point was made. She quickly dropped the dick from
her mouth, dismounted and quickly turned so he could spray her face with cum.
Damn, he had quite a load, leaving her face literally covered with cum, dripping
over her eyes and nose. She looked like such a slut! There was just something
incongruous about a face that looked so cute and innocent to be covered by the
messy cum of some stranger who only cared about getting off and not a damn bit
about her.
That left just one who hadn’t cum yet - the one Kristi had started sucking. I
finally got a look at his cock and I realized the issue – or at least the
problem. He was stroking his dick but it still wasn't fully erect, even after
Kristi had done her best on it and if she sucked cock at all the way she licked
pussy, he should have been hard as a tree trunk by now. I wondered what the
problem was – medical, psychological, or what. He seemed too young to be on
blood pressure meds so maybe he was just freaked out by everything. After all,
I full understand that not everyone gets off from being watched the way I do.
Oh well, did I really care? No! I just ignored him.
While I had the chance, I pulled my thong off before it got soaked with cum and
set it aside where hopefully it would be still there when we left and not end up
as a souvenir in some guy’s pocket. Keeping my dress pulled up around my waist,
I looked to sit down again but the seats were all pretty full, leaving just the
lap of the guy who I had just sucked off. His dick was sagging a bit now but
that didn’t deter him from inviting me to sit on his lap. He was still fully
dressed with just his dick sticking out from his unzipped pants. Now that he
had cum, some of the initial frenzy seemed to have died down and so I figured he
just wanted to grope me – which turned out to be 100% accurate. Besides, I
would never say no to the chance to feel a nice dick under my bare butt, even if
it wasn’t all that hard!
He put his arms around me, helping to steady me but also serving as an excuse to
rub his hands all over me, with special attention between my legs. I was
dripping with another guy’s cum so I was a little surprised he wanted to put his
finger up into me but apparently he wasn’t as homophobic as many guys seem to
be. It really didn't turn me on physically as he was just feeling me up for his
own self-gratification without much concern for how I felt, more like a little
boy playing doctor with a girl for the first time. It was king of cool, though,
sitting on his lap bare-bottomed while talking to the others about what was
happening in the limo, all the while this guy was fondling my pussy as if it was
the most normal thing in the world to do.
Kristi was in a similar fix but with two guys instead of one. They had her
sitting between them and I noticed not only was her thong off, but her skirt had
disappeared as well. Her blouse had been untied, allowing it to open and expose
her remarkable boobs to them. One guy was absorbed with her breasts, fondling
and sucking on them, while the other seemed to be more into her crotch and
thighs. She caught me spying on her and grinned at me as if to say, “Haha,
I’ve got two and you’ve only got one.”
My guy’s other hand started to toy with my boobs while his first hand stayed
firmly wedged between my legs. At first he just felt up my boobs through my
dress but soon that wasn’t good enough and he started to push his hand in from
the top. Not wanting my dress to be ruined, I undid the back of my neck and
allowed it to fall open in front, leaving my chest completely bare and exposed
to him. My nipples already hard and sensitive from me being fucked , something
the cooler air in the limo only intensified. When his hand brushed against my
nipple, it was enough to make me jump – even more so than what his finger was
doing to me between my legs.
“Oh.... so you like your nipples played with I see,” he teased me as he pinched
them and then tugged on them.
“Mmmmm, yeah... I want you to touch them,” I replied, doing my best to boost his
ego.
He cupped my boob and hefted it like he was in a grocery store trying to measure
the weight of a cantaloupe or something. “Damn, you’ve got some nice boobs...
and real ones at that!”
“Yep, 100% natural,” I agreed with him. Speaking of natural boobs (or unnatural
as it were), how was little Mandy doing up front? Looking up front, I was
surprised (why, I don’t know) to see what was going on up there. Damn, those
two were really going at it! Mandy was on the bottom of a hot 69 with Barbie.
Not only were they licking each other, but they both had a dick in their asses –
yes, I mean that – asses, not pussies. I thought about it for a moment and
realized it was something I’d never seen before. Of course, I never get into
anal all that much to start with, but to see two girls getting their asses
drilled, while eating each other out at the same time, was definitely something
unique. I wondered yet again if the two of them were a pair professionally or
if this was the first time they’d worked together. Something about the ease at
which they did things together told me they’d done this before. It was OK with
me - just so nobody in the back end of the limo got any ideas! If they wanted
to see me and Kristi in a 69, well I would love that. They could even fuck us
in that position but nothing in the ass, THAT was for sure.
The guy under me was watching the show up front as well and I could tell it was
turning him on. Dicks never lie and his was growing once again underneath me.
Evidently seeing two young teens doing the nasty was turning him on. Rather
than wait for him to get totally hard and then make him ask, I decided to
surprise him a little bit and give him what I hoped he wanted – a good fuck.
Reaching down between my legs, I grabbed his growing dick and placed it up next
to my wet and still swollen pussy. I pressed the tip up against my pussy hole
and tried to guide him inside but he was still not quite hard enough to go in on
his own. I figured with a little help I could get him in me where he could grow
some more. Whether it be in my mouth or pussy, I’ve always loved the feel of a
man expanding in me. An erection can’t be faked like an orgasm. Very few men
have the discipline to stop their cocks from reacting, even whey they don’t want
it to do so – like at the public swimming pool in front of their family when
they see me in my bikini. When I felt him expanding and lengthening in me, it
was like a testimonial to the regard he felt for me – at least sexually. Such
was the case with this guy. Once I got his dick head in me I was able to sit
down on him and guide him in me for the remainder of his shaft. One thing good
about sitting on top of him the way I was, I didn't have to worry about it
falling out of me!
“Mmmmm, you feel so good inside of me,” I purred softly to him as he played with
my clit some more. By wiggling my butt, rotating it in small circles, I was
able to feel him move in me without having to rise up and take the risk of him
falling out. Between the warm, wet embrace of my hungry pussy and the sensual
movements I was making with my hips, he was soon stimulated into a full
erection. It was SO wonderful to feel him expanding in me, like there was a
balloon being blown up in me.
“Damn your pussy is fucking tighter than I expected,” he groaned as I continued
to rotate around his steel-hard shaft. Mmmmm, I loved it when a man
complimented the tightness of my pussy. I guess it would be the same as for a
guy to hear a girl tell him that his dick was big. I think a lot of guys think
that at 23 (almost 24), and with the number of guys that I’ve fucked, that my
pussy wouldn’t have quite the same feel as it did back when I was a teenager.
Well, I wont go so far as to say I’m still the super-tight recently ex-virgin I
was at fifteen, but I would be ready to put mine up against either of those teen
sluts up at the front of the limo! Although I have occasionally succumbed to
the siren call of a dildo/vibrator now and then, except for real dicks, for the
most part I stick to one or two fingers in me and that’s it. I mean, a girl
that loves her monster dildo shouldn't be surprised when her pussy stretches out
to accommodate it.
Personally, I could have spent much of the evening this way to be honest.
There’s two things I really enjoy when it comes to a nice quiet evening – a dick
in my mouth or one in my pussy. I don't mean to where I’m making an all-out
assault on him or he’s screwing my brains out. I mean it more like using his
dick as a baby uses a pacifier, something that just feels good as the night goes
along. God, I love it when I can just relax naked on a couch with my head in a
guy’s lap, slowly sucking or licking his dick almost absentmindedly, like
sucking on a popsicle that never melts away. I also love doing what I was doing
right now, sitting on a guy’s lap with his dick embedded in me, just enjoying
the feel of him in me. When I’m with a friend, I could just sit this way all
night as we watch a movie or just talk, placing my head on his shoulder as his
dick throbs in me like some alien egg ready to hatch within me - which it
sometimes does. Just feeling him in me, to be coupled together as we spend the
evening, is so relaxing and erotic. Being fucked also has the advantage over a
BJ in that I can talk more easily, as you might imagine!
Alas, if there was one thing that was NOT going to happen tonight, though, it
was to spend any length of time doing one thing with one guy. Now that he was
hard again he wasn’t interested in nesting with me for the evening – he wanted
to fuck me, and get himself off. Knowing this, I twisted around while staying
impaled on his dick until my feet were on the floor of the limo and leaned
forward. By rocking back and forth with my elbows on my knees, I effectively
stroked him in and out of my pussy without either of us having to do a whole lot
of work. He put his hands on my bare hips and help me to establish the proper
rhythm for him. He was taking his time more than I expected and it really did
feel good!
Meanwhile, the girls up front must have decided it was time to integrate the
party and join the two halves of the limo together - or something like that. I
was pleased to see Mandy working her way back to our end. Barbie was still up
front, probably being fucked by one or two guys from what little I could see
through the crowd. Mandy was nude now, except for the silly heels she was
wearing, It was a wonder she didn’t fall and break her neck with them on! Once
again I was struck by her incredible legs and monster breasts. I wondered how
big her boobs had been before the implants. It was a shame, so far as I was
concerned, that she had opted for such big ones. It just made them look
obviously fake and if anything, I would think all that weight hanging out in
front would give her horrible back issues. My best friend Beth complains all
the time about her D-cups causing her back pain and hers are far more in
proportion to her body size than Mandy’s.
Mandy had her eye on Kristi, which didn't surprise me. It didn't matter if it
was men or women, people just seemed to be naturally drawn to her. One of the
most frequent comments I get when I share pics of her is, “She doesn't look like
what I imagined at all.” I’m not sure how they were exactly expecting, but her
“girl-next-door” looks, petite frame, together with that air of child-like
innocence she somehow manages to maintain, all work to completely fool most
people who don’t know her into thinking she is some charming little naive girl.
If only they knew what lie just below the surface!
Kristi was still between the two guys who were having a great time groping and
fondling her. Mandy took advantage of the situation and knelt between her legs
and without a word, went right to work on Kristi’s pussy. Instantly I recalled
how wonderful it had been to be in that exact position myself not so long ago
and for a moment felt a pang of jealousy. I’d never seen Kristi with a black
girl before and it was incredibly erotic to see the contrast between them as
they both were all but naked next to each other, Kristi's legs wrapped tightly
around Mandy as Mandy suckled away at her pussy. The guy hadn’t cum in her
pussy so it wasn't like she was eating cum from Kristi’s well-fucked cunt. As I
rocked away on my own guy’s dick, I couldn't help but wonder how she would feel
between MY legs instead. More than that, what did she taste like? OK, so it’s
all pink inside but did that mean it all had to taste the same?
Just as had happened when I was kneeling down – except I was sucking a dick, not
licking a pussy, Mandy’s exposed ass was too much of a temptation for the guys
to pass up and it wasn't long before one of them was fucking her in the ass from
behind doggie style. He was pounding her, driving her head into Kristi's crotch
with each thrust, not that Kristi seemed to mind at all. Mandy seemed to love
being fucked in her asshole – well good for her I guess. I just hoped that I
wouldn't be called upon to serve up my ass for anyone. Odds were I would do it
– I WAS being paid after all, but I surely wouldn’t offer it up.
Seeing them going at it, my guy must have wanted something new himself so he
pulled out of me and twisted me around to sit on the seat. Putting his arms
under my legs, he lifted me up and back so my ass was exposed completely with my
legs up towards the roof. For a brief moment I worried he was indeed going to
aim for my asshole but fortunately he was a pussy guy all the way, driving his
dick down into me as far as he could shove it in me. God, it was like being hit
by a pile-driver the way he just slammed it in me! Some guys seem to get off
that way, pounding their dick in you as hard and fast as they can. Maybe it’s a
domination thing, who knows? I’ve seen girls who love it that way, crying out
for the dude to fuck them even harder. I don’t know, I guess I go more for the
“treat her nice” approach. It’s hard to appreciate the fucking when you’re
hanging on to the seat for dear life!
Somehow Kristi and Mandy had managed to swap places without me catching them,
but in any case it was Kristi’s turn to get it in the ass while she lapped up
the wetness of Mandy’s pretty pussy. I knew Kristi had no issues with anal sex;
the girl looked like she was loving it when you could make out her face from
between Mandy’s thighs. It was interesting and I caught myself wondering what
it was like to lick a black girl. I hope nobody thinks of me as being racist
because of it, I was just curious.
“Fuck, I’ve got to cum now!” the guy fucking me exclaimed. He started to pull
out of me and I had this image of him spraying it all over me, staining my dress
in the process. To avert such a problem, I allowed myself to slide on my bare
backside until I was kneeling on the floor and took his dick in my mouth. Just
in time! No sooner than I had my lips sealed around his hot smelly dick, he was
spewing cum in my mouth, one stream after the next. Damn, the guy must have
been connected to a fire hydrant or something because he just cumming and
cumming until I was afraid it would overflow my mouth. Just in time he
exhausted his load and he pulled out, lifting my chin with his finger as he
waited for me to show him my prize. Opening my mouth, he grinned as he saw his
cum on my tongue. I closed my mouth, swallowed, and then opened my mouth again
to show him it was all gone. Like most guys, he seemed to really get off from
me doing that.
Kristi suddenly cried out and I figured either she was having an orgasm or doing
a really good job faking one (likely the latter but then, who really cared?) It
must have been the spark to set her guy off as he pulled out and shot his cum
all over her bare ass. To my amazement, HE bent over and licked it off! Now
THAT wasn't something you saw everyday. The guys are few and far between who
will even TASTE their own cum, let alone eat a load of it. Then again, maybe it
helped the way it was being served – on Kristi’s tight little ass. As my mom
use to say when she was preparing the table for Thanksgiving, it’s all in the
presentation!
The pause gave me a chance to look up front and see what Barbie was up to. She
was riding one guy’s dick as he was sitting down while the other was behind her
shoving his prick up her ass. She seemed to love being DP’d, an acquired taste
if you ask me. Then again, when you’re a professional whore, which I assumed
the two of them were, I guess you get better at things like that.
I didn’t have much time before Kristi had moved over and started kissing me.
The guys loved it! Her face smelled like pussy – Mandy’s pussy, and our tongues
met and explored each other’s mouth and then we started to lick each other’s
faces. I’ve never been in a situation where guys did NOT like to watch a little
girl-on-girl action so we had a bit of an audience going before long. Images of
our time earlier went through my head and where it might have gone this time, I
don’t know but we were interrupted before anything more had a chance to develop.
“Yo! We’re almost there! Everybody get dressed and ready!”
I wasn’t sure who up front said it but I really didn't want to stop kissing
Kristi. Something told me we would have another chance before the night was
over, though, so reluctantly we broke apart and worked on getting ourselves
straightened up. I reached for my thong but a hand clamped over my wrist,
preventing me from reaching it.
“Sorry, no panties allowed at this party,” one of the guys growled, “At least,
not the hookers. We ain’t paying you to hide anything you know.”
Ummmm, I guess I DIDN’T know that. It felt weird being called a hooker, not
something that really makes you feel sexy or helped to better self-esteem,
that’s for sure. I’ve been called a slut or a whore but hooker wasn't something
I could even recall being referred to as. Oh well, he WAS paying the bill so I
guess if he didn’t want my thong on me, then so be it. I tugged my dress down
as far as it would go – which wasn't all that far. Should I choose to sit down,
either my legs had to be crossed instantly or I’d be doing a Sharon Stone style
pussy flashing.
It didn’t really take long to get dressed, but I was concerned with how I
looked. No doubt my hair was a wreck and my makeup had to be smeared, what
little might have been left. The other girls were in no better shape than I
was. Barbie’s was the worst, being so long. It didn’t help that it looked like
at least one guy had cum in her hair – and a lot of it from the looks of it.
Chapter 6 - The Party
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We put our coats on just as the limo stopped. As I stepped out into the cold, I
looked around to get my bearings and realized I was totally lost. We were
outside some sort of Moose Club in the middle of nowhere, at least someplace I’d
never been. The surrounding hills prevented me from being able to see any
landmarks and the clouds kept even the glow of the city from showing up. Oh
well, hopefully I didn’t have to worry about finding my way back alone anyone so
what difference did it make where we were? The four of us bunched up together
like cattle in a storm, wondering what was happening next. Well, at least I
was. The others seemed less concerned and I started wondering if Kristi knew
more about what was going on than she had let on so far.
“C’mon, Kelly, let’s go in and get cleaned up,” Kristi said, taking me by the
hand and leading me to the entrance. We walked in and she went straight to the
women’s restroom. She must have been here before because she seemed to know
exactly where to go.
“Well, what do you think so far?” she giggled as the four of us made our way in
and closed the door behind us.
What could I say? So far things hadn't really been THAT wild, at least not
compared to some of the other situations Kristi had gotten me involved in
previously. I just shrugged as if it was all no big deal. Then I asked, in an
“oh by the way” tone, “So what’s next? This wasn't exactly the type of place I
was expecting. A Moose club? You’ve GOT to be kidding me.”
Kristi laughed, “Oh no... that’s just an old sign. Now it’s just a place people
rent out for parties, dances and that sort of thing. They’re having some sort
of ‘Vega Night’ tonight and I guess you could say we’re the side entertainment.
You know, keep the guys happy and flirt around, let them grope you, whatever.
Probably not much different than you use to so back in your escorting days.”
“No sex?”
Kristi rolled her eyes as if I was totally naïve. “Well duh, what do you
think?”
I was genuinely confused. I told her that for all I knew, it as to have sex in
the limo and then just tease during the party, and probably let them screw us on
the way home.
“Well all I can say, Kelly, is to just be ready for anything. I don't think
we’re going to be here long. After all, it will be midnight before long and
they didn’t pay for an overnighter. You know, if you’re not into this, I can
always say you’re not feeling well or something.”
I assured her I wasn’t going to chicken out now. Besides, it sounded like it
might be fun. I was quite conscious of the fact my bottom was bare and barely
hidden from view – the cool air actually felt pretty good. I suppose getting my
ass felt up while standing next to some guy at a party wasn't the worst thing in
the world that could happen to me.
By now, the four of us had done about all we were going to accomplish given the
limited resources of what we had in our small purses. Somehow Barbie had gotten
most of the cum out of her hair, although it had to have hurt like hell when
Mandy literally pulled it out using her comb. We carried our coats on our arms
as we left the restroom, handing them to the coat check guy just outside. He
took a good long look at the four of us and I imagine he wouldn’t have minded
had we checked more than our coats with him!
The guys ushered us inside towards a large room that was probably the old
meeting hall. It had these ancient wood floors and a general feeling of being
“old”. We passed through a security check, or whatever you wanted to call it,
where the guy verified we were all over eighteen. I had to wonder if Barbie was
using her real driver’s license or a fake. It wouldn't have surprised me one
bit if she wasn’t eighteen yet.
The “guard” opened the door and inside was a chorus of noise, a mixture of
people talking, music playing, and just general hustle and bustle. Off hand, I
would have guessed there were maybe 100 or more people. Although it looked to
be mostly men, there were still quite a few women, maybe 25% of the people.
Although they were dressed in party outfits for the most part, most of them
appeared to be quite as outrageous as our group as we strolled in. There were a
few girls, though, I noticed were dressed hot and slutty, so maybe we weren’t
the only “professionals”. Apparently, our guys knew most of the people as a
general chorus of hellos and “Happy New Year” greeted our entrance, followed by
an equal, if not greater, number of catcalls and wolf whistles when they saw us
girls enter behind them.
At first I really wasn’t sure what to do. Kristi should have given me a little
more of a head’s up instead of leaving me standing with umpteen guys staring at
me, wondering what I should do next. Were we suppose to stick together,
separate and mingle, or what? As it turned out, we started out together as a
group, standing by the bar drinking (Diet Coke for me, white wine for the
others), waiting for someone to take the initiative. Well, we didn't have to
wait long.
“Hey, you like craps?”
I was startled slightly as my attention had drifted for just a moment. Some
middle-aged guy, wearing a silly party hat that didn't entirely cover his bald
spot on his head, was trying to get my attention. He was wearing a blue plaid
dress shirt and jeans, nothing special, the type who is typically just a
faceless guy in the crowd. He was carrying some sort of drink in one hand while
the other reached out and rested on the bar top next to me. Oh well, time to
get to “work” so I smiled at him and said, “Sure, let’s go.”
The other girls, including Kristi, were also talking to guys so I figured it was
every girl for herself, at least for now. I took the guy’s outstretched hand
and let him lead me to a table. To be honest, I didn’t a clue how to play the
game – and still don’t. Besides, my “job” wasn’t to play games, it was to make
the guys who WERE playing them happier. He introduced himself as “John” which I
assumed was made up and not very original at that. So anyway, John stood at the
side of the table as some guy was rolling dice and people were placing their
chips all over the place. After he rolled, the guy running the game would sweep
away the losers and pay the winners, using some methodology that had no rhyme or
reason from what I could tell.
“Nice dress,” John commented, putting his arm around me and then placing his
hand squarely on my ass. He squeezed down just a little, enough to make sure I
knew he had his hand on my ass on purpose. I wondered if he thought I was just
another girl like the rest, maybe dressed a little sluttier, or if he knew I was
being paid to let him have his way with me. It sort of made a difference to me
because I wondered if he was a letch hitting on a girl half his age or just
taking advantage of the opportunity where he knew it was safe to do things to me
he wouldn’t have dared to do with the “normal” girls. Short of coming right out
and asking him, there wasn't any way to know for sure so I just went along with
the game.
We stood there together, his arm tightening around me at time as he ran his hand
over my ass and even down my leg a little bit, as far as he could reach without
becoming TOO obvious as to what he was doing. I would just giggle or smile at
him, maybe wiggle my butt at times, enough to tease him and give him the
impression I was enjoying what he was doing to me. Not that I wasn’t, but
probably not as much as I let him think. Eventually he got to be the one
throwing the dice and his attention became more focused on that instead of me.
I was trying to be supportive of John, cheering when something good happened (or
at least everyone cheered so I assumed it was good) and consoling him when not -
which was most of the time. As I watched him I suddenly felt another hand on my
butt (did Kristi put on sign on my back, “Touch my ass” or what?). In any case,
it seemed to be drawing a LOT of attention. I turned around my head around to
look over my shoulder where I saw another guy from the same mold as John, though
with a little more hair but more of a beer belly.
“Nice ass babe,” he complimented me with a toothy grin.
“Well, I’m glad you liked it,” I said demurely, giving him my best naughty girl
smile. I also noticed he had a wedding band on, although there was no sign of
anyone who liked might be his wife.
“Can I get you a drink?”
I turned to John and gave him a kiss on the cheek, telling him I had to go. He
looked disappointed but then turned back to his dice game and seemed to forget
about me instantly. Following “Bill” to the bar, he asked me what I was
drinking. When I told him I just wanted a Diet Coke, he tried to convince me to
try something with a little more “kick”, as he put it, but I politely declined.
He motioned me over to a small leather couch over towards one wall, away from
the main activities. Bill sat down first and then patted the cushion next to
him, clearly indicating he wanted me to take a seat next to him. As I sat
down, I tried to keep my dress reasonably pulled down but it was all but
impossible to keep it from riding up, especially with the slippery leather
cushion beneath me. I crossed my legs, placing the one nearest him over the
other, thereby exposing my bare thigh and half my ass to Bill’s watchful eyes.
“Damn, you have great legs,” he complimented me. Frankly, as much as he was
drinking, I could have had ANY legs and he would have thought that they were
awesome.
Trying to act like I liked him, I smiled in return, wiggling in the seat to get
more comfortable, which also had the effect of driving my hemline even higher,
now exposing a good part of my bare butt to him. He responded to my
“invitation” by placing his hand on my exposed upper leg, holding it still at
first as if to wait to see what my response would be.
“Don't worry Bill, you can touch me,” I assured him. Now how MUCH he could.....
well he would have to just experiment to figure that out for himself. I
wondered how drunk he was and where his inhibition level was?
Bill certainly didn't need much more of an invitation. He moved up close to me,
snuggling in tight to me and then put his arm around my, squeezing my shoulder
as his other hand moved further up my leg. If it wasn’t for all the people and
noise, you would have thought I was in the back seat at some drive-in movie with
a horny high school boy making his move on me. Perhaps in Bill’s mind that was
exactly what he was imagining. My guess was he had been the class nerd and to
make out with a girl and feel her up was one of those teenage fantasies that he
never realized. What the heck, why not play the class slut? I put my hand on
his and pulled him up to the hem of my dress, which was now only an inch or two
from revealing my bare pussy underneath. Did he know I wasn't wearing any
underwear? It would have been almost impossible NOT to figure out when he felt
my ass and he should have realized I was bare when there wasn't the slightest
budges under my dress – which would have shown EVERYTHING if it had been there.
As Bill started to work his finger tips under the tight hem of my skirt, I
looked around to see if any of the other girls were around. Kristi was on a
couch similar to mine, making out with some guy like two teenagers in heat.
Well, her guy was more her age so it made more sense than it would have for me.
As for Mandy and Barbie, they seemed to have disappeared. Hmmm, I wonder where
they had gotten off to? Maybe they were earning some “tips” for their work
tonight? The two of the seemed more like your stereotypical “whores” than even
Kristi. One thing I admired about Kristi was the way she managed to maintain
that air of “girl-next-door” and innocence (or maybe even naivety) that drove
men wild, without becoming nasty whorish. If you put the three of them together
in jeans and shirt, I bet anyone would have picked out Mandy and Barbie as
whores while Kristi would be at most a slut or tease.
My attention was brought back to Bill as I felt his hand under my skirt. As
short as it was and as high as it was riding on me, he didn't have to get more
than the length of his fingers under before he was knocking on the door of my
pussy. My legs were still crossed, making it a bit difficult to get between
them so I uncrossed them and sat there in a VERY unlady-like manner, my legs
slightly spread apart, affording a direct on view of my crotch to anyone close
enough to see. It also allowed Bill to slip his fingers between my thighs and
start rubbing on my freshly shaved pussy. Nobody seemed to be paying any
attention to us as Bill’s finger started to press on my clit, making me shudder
slightly. I was still fairly sensitive from the workout in the limo, so it
wasn't going to take much to get me going again I could tell.
“That feels good,” I whispered to Bill in a barely audible voice. I didn’t say
more, a little encouragement was all he needed. Any more would have seemed
fake, at least it would have to me. Besides, it DID feel good!.
“That’s it, right there,” I whispered again as he found the perfect spot on my
clit after his exploring, “Rub it in little circle.”
Now a couple of guys at the bar were looking our way, saying something to each
other and then turning their heads out way again. Personally, I was still so
horny I didn’t care who was watching. If anything, being watched just turned me
on all the more!
Bill reached down with his finger to the entrance to my pussy, wetting his
finger and then drawing the wetness up my slit and then eventually to my clit,
letting him slide his finger tip over in a more lubricated fashion, making it
feel even better. I was squirming a bit now, wanting to put my hand over his or
draw his other hand to my boobs but not daring to with do it all the people
around. I still hadn’t quite figured this all out. Did everyone know we were
hired to be there or what? It didn’t seem like it or more people would have
been hitting on us.
“Ohhhh,” I gasped before even realizing what I was doing. Bill had pushed his
finger up into my now wet pussy without hesitation. One second he was playing
with my clit, the next he had his middle finger wedged high up inside of my
pussy.
“You like that, don’t you.... you like your cunt to be played with.”
“Yes, push it in me,” I gasped, a little louder than before but well below the
threshold at which anyone would have heard me. What they WOULD have seen
instead was me slipping down into the leather couch a little deeper to better
expose my pussy to him.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.... this really turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“Oh yeah, don't stop,” I pretended to plead. HE thought I was being turned on
by his finger and his “mastery” of the art of pussy playing. What he didn’t
know was that I was actually being turned on more by the fact he was diddling me
in front of a crowd of dozens of people, any of who could have seen us easily
had they turned to watch. The two guys at the bar were still the only members
of my “audience”, at least so far as I could tell.
I reached over and put my hand on his crotch. God was he hard underneath! I
wondered when the last time was that he had fondled a younger girl’s pussy?
Granted, I was no sixteen year-old cheerleader, but I was no old maid either.
After all, I was barely half his age, and that was if you believed what he had
told me! I checked over at where Kristi was with her guy. I almost choked
when I saw her. Damn if the little slut wasn’t already at it. She had hand
inside the guy’s pants and there was no mistaking the motion she was making
inside his trousers. Well, if she could get away with it, why not me?
As I started to play with the guy’s belt, I got the distinct impression he
wasn't quite expecting me to be, let’s say, so “forward” with him. Apparently
it was one thing to feel up the girl in public and expose her, but another for
her to go after him.
“Ummmm, you’re not going to do anything HERE, are you?” he asked, although it
was more of a statement than a question.
When I just ignored him, his hand pulled away from my pussy and grabbed mine
just as I undid his belt.
“Christ, I can’t let you blow me right out in front of everyone like this!” he
exclaimed, a little more urgency to his voice this time.
“Who ever said anything about blowing you?” I responded deviously. Of course
that HAD been my intention but after his remarks I decided all he was getting
was a hand-job – which I could do in his pants if it came to that (or should I
say, cum to that). I only undid his pants enough to loosen them so I could slip
my hand inside. His dick was easy to grab since it was stiff and erect inside.
I pulled my hand out, spit on my palm, and then went back inside his underwear
where I started stroking him.
“Oh crap, I can’t believe this is really happening,” he groaned, like he was
writing the opening line to a Penthouse Letter. I chuckled to myself. It was
amazing how with just a simple touch to his dick he was now completely under my
control. Guys like him were so easy. He may not have even HAD a hand job
before for all I know and I would have taken pretty good odds he’s never had a
girl reach inside his pants in front of a hundred or so people before. Of
course, they weren't all watching but I did notice a few looks now and then from
people.
Like a fourteen year old getting stroked for the first time, he came so fast it
was all I could do to keep from laughing. Sheesh, a few touches of my pussy and
a couple minutes of stroking and he was unloading faster than a sixteen year old
boy jerking off with his mom’s panties. Some of it went on my hand but most of
it stayed inside, probably making quite the mess inside his pants. I pulled my
hand out and licked what cum remained on it off as he watched, his eyes glazed
over as if I’d just stunned him or something.
“Was it good for you too?” I said, trying not to mock him TOO much but I
couldn’t help myself. It didn't matter anyway as he wasn’t listening to a word
I was saying.
Mission accomplished, I pulled my dress down, ran a brush through my hair, and
rejoined the party. I passed Kristi, whose guy wasn't nearly as shy about
public sex apparently. She was giving him a nice slow blowjob and I wasn't sure
who was enjoying it more, him or her. Probably her!
As I approached one of the poker tables, I recognized one of the guys from the
limo who had fucked me. It seemed funny that the whole group had sort of
abandoned us once we arrived. I guess they had gotten off in the limo and now
were willing to share their girls with the rest of the party while they had some
fun gambling. No doubt on the way home they would be ready to go again, if they
weren't too drunk. He motioned for me to pull up a seat next to him, explaining
to me as I sat down that he needed “moral support”. Well, I think he needed
more than that judging from the dismal stack of chips in front of him as
compared to the others.
As I sat there I noticed the others at the table all looking at me, sort of the
way a mouse would feel if she was plopped down in the middle of a roomful of
cats. It made me feel good, actually. I have always loved it when men pay
attention to me. Granted, it’s shallow and narcissistic, but hey, if you could
get away with it, why not use the body your momma gave you? Sitting next to
him, his hand reached under the table to start fondling my leg.
“Hey, if you want to feel her up, leave the table,” one of the players
complained. Apparently there was some rule that players had to keep their hands
in site throughout the game. Well, that didn’t apply to me! For the second
time in just a few minutes, I was cradling a hard dick in my hand. He was
breathing heavier and trying to act as if nothing was happening, but he wasn't
fooling anyone.
“Shit, I bet she’s hungry for some dick... why don't you share her with the rest
of us?” the guy across the table called out, sticking his finger in and out of a
circle he made with his other hand. For a moment, I suddenly had this feeling
he might just do that. Crap, right here on the table in front of everyone? My
inner slut was telling me to go for it, encourage them and have fun. My more
rational side, still in control as I wasn't THAT horny, was screaming at me to
tone it down. Once that sort of thing got started, who knew where it would end.
Nothing said it would just be the poker table boys.
It may sound odd to say I wasn't THAT horny but it was true. The whole
situation was so bizarre and I still wasn't quite sure even what that
“situation” was. As a result, I was more curious than horny. Had we been
introduced as the “prizes” for the evening, available for anything and everyone,
I could have accepted that and perhaps even enjoyed it. If I knew we were just
eye candy, free to tease and maybe even get groped or do a hand job, but no sex,
then I could deal with that just as easily. Actually, so far the latter is how
I’d behaved although I had no idea what Barbie or Mandy were doing. They had
disappeared so fast I couldn't help but wonder if they had something pre-
arranged. So back to being horny or not, I was enjoying the feel of his dick in
my hand and I could still taste the first guy’s cum in my mouth that I had
licked off my fingers, but the uncertainty and yes, a little anxiety, was
keeping me from becoming full-blown horny to the point I would do something
silly, which is what generally happens when my rational side loses the battle
for control with my inner slut.
For better or worst, the rest of the guys just teased the one with the idea of
sharing me and the game went on. Even though everyone was trying not to look
like they were watching me every chance they had. It’s sort of hard to see a
girl jerking off a guy and think it’s anything else but that. I mean, certain
arm motions are associated with only one thing – stroking a dick.
I was having a hard time sliding my hand over his cock and I didn't want to keep
pulling my hand out to spit on it so I was left with a decision – just rub him
and hope it worked eventually or go for it and suck him. What did I have to
lose? It’s not like my reputation was on the line – although in a sense I guess
you could say it was – my BAD reputation at least. A girl doesn't come to a
party dressed like me, and NOT expect guys to think she is a slut. What was the
point in wearing it otherwise?
Taking a deep breath, I pushed my chair back. He looked at me, probably
wondering what the heck I was doing as pulled my hand out of his pants. It
didn't take long for him to get his answer as I kneeled on the floor next to him
and worked my way under the table.
“I knew it, the slut’s going for it!” I heard the guy across the table
chortling. I couldn't see what was happening or who was watching, but no doubt
every guy at the table was suddenly wishing I was down in front of HIM at that
moment, especially when he gasped as I got my first taste of his dick. Nobody
could actually see what I was doing between the table top and my hair hanging
over him, but there was little left to the imagination. After all, this wasn't
some R-rated movie where the sex was being just simulated. I think I was
getting as excited from knowing everyone was trying to see what I was doing as I
was from actually sucking his dick!
What made things sort of surreal was they were still dealing cards and playing
poker as if nothing was going on. I wondered what kind of “poker face” my guy
was able to keep with my mouth surrounding his hard cock. Odds were he wasn’t
concentrating on his cards as much as he should have been. My suspicions were
confirmed when the dealer had to ask him what his bid was going to be several
times before he answered. He wasn't TOO dumb – he folded, no doubt so he could
focus completely on my services.
As I sucked him more, he put his hand on my head, pushing me down. His intent
was obvious – he wanted me to take him all in. Fortunately, he wasn’t the
biggest dick I’d ever sucked, not by a long shot, and so I dropped down until my
face was flat against his pubic hair, smashing it flat against my cheeks and
forehead. He pushed down on me, holding me like that as I tried my best to
breath through my nose. Finally I had to push my head back against him and
catch my breath.
“Damn, she sure likes sucking cock, doesn’t she,” the guy next to him commented.
It wasn't a question but rather an observation – a correct one at that. Yes I
DID enjoy sucking dick. I love the way it keeps a guy so hard, knowing the lust
and desire that must be building up inside of him as he squirms under me.
Taking his dick in my mouth felt so good – warm and smooth yet with a firmness
that let me close my lips around him and suck and lick on it. Now and then he
would jump a little as my tongue would touch just the right spot, or my lips
would run over the head of his dick in just the right way to make him feel
especially good. I knew I was good at what I was doing and I couldn't help but
feel a little proud of myself.
Usually when I suck a guy and he is about to cum, he will groan and talk dirty,
telling me how he wants to cum, how he wants to cum in my mouth or wherever else
he desires at the moment. Under the circumstances, this time there was little
warning except for the upward thrusting motion of his hips as he tried to drive
his delicious dick even deeper into my mouth. I knew what that meant, my guy
was about to finally cum. I grabbed his dick at the base and pumped on it while
my mouth concentrated on the head of his cock, my tongue running circles around
it a I kept up a constant suction on his dick. Suddenly he thrust up again
against me and this time I felt his warm cum spewing into my hungry mouth.
Mmmmm, it tasted SO good! The first few loads were pretty good, followed by a
series of smaller ejaculations that didn’t leave much behind. When he was
finished, I pulled my head off of him and looked up, our eyes meeting as I
opened my mouth to see his cum.
“Took it in the mouth, eh?” his neighbor observed. I closed my mouth and
swallowed it all down in a couple of gulps, opening my mouth again to show it
was empty. ”And she swallows to,” the guy chuckled, “Not too shabby.”
I got back up on my chair and took my seat again, acting as though I had just
gotten down to pick up something I’d dropped and nothing more had happened. Of
course, nobody was buying my innocence act, but then they weren’t expected to
either. I suppose I could have run my tongue around my lips as if I had just
finished a good snack (which, in fact, I had), but that would have crossed the
line for me. It was one thing to be a slut and tease and taunt men, but to be
so flagrant, at least in this type of situation, seemed a little much to me.
For the next few minutes, maybe fifteen or so, I sat there and just watched.
Other than TV, I’d never watched a poker game before and I soon realized it was
a LOT harder when you don't have those little cameras telling you what the other
people have in their hands. The guy next to me took the opportunity to put his
hand on my leg and I let him fondle me but he didn’t seem interested in doing
much more than that. I was looking around to see if I could see any of the
other girls but it was hard to see past the crowd. Just as I was about to get
up and hunt for them, I felt a hand on my shoulder and warm breath against my
ear.
“Come with me, someone wants to meet you.”
I recognized Kristi’s voice immediately. I gave my guy a kiss on the cheek,
waved goodbye to the rest of the guys at the table, and got up to follow her.
She only went a little ways to get away from any of the tables and turned to
look at me, her eyes sparkled and I could tell from her grin and general
demeanor that she was horny as hell.
“OK, here it is.... how would you like to earn a big tip?” she asked, her voice
a little husky. Damn, what had she been doing while I was playing around at the
poker table? She was flushed and her hair was messed up just a little, as if
she had just run a brush through it after whatever she had been doing.
“What the heck have you been doing?” I interrupted her, “Where have you been?
Dang it Kristi, I have no idea what I’m suppose to be doing here.”
“Well, it look like you handled things well enough on your own,” she said with a
smirk, emphasizing “handled”.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
Kristi just rolled her eyes at me. “Shit Kelly, what do you THINK I’ve been
doing, carrying on a conversation with some guy about the weather?”
“What about the other girls?”
“Barbie and Mandy? They disappeared as soon as we got here. I guess they’re
off in some other room. I’ve worked with them before... they like to make as
much money as they can on these gigs, what can I say? You know what I mean?”
There was little doubt in my mind what she meant. I suppose she’d been off
doing the same. Now was she asking me if I wanted to whore myself out in some
back room? For some reason, it just didn’t appeal to me. I had a pretty good
idea what was going on and the thought of just laying in a bed while one guy
after another fucked me really wasn't what I was looking for on New Year’s Eve.
I hadn't come for the money, I came to have fun and playing “everyone fuck the
whore” wasn't my concept of fun – at least not for me.
“C’mon Kelly, they will pay a hell of lot more for the two of us together.”
OK, so now it was a guilt trip. If I didn’t go back with her she wouldn't be
making as much as she could. Well, it’s not like the girl was destitute and
needed the money to feed her bastard kid and go to school or anything like that.
“Why don’t we just stay out here and have fun?” I asked. Her initial expression
was glum but then she perked up. Uh-oh, NOW what did she have in mind?
We headed over back to the bar where the bartender gave her a glass of white
wine and me another Diet Coke. He was good – he remembered our drinks! We sat
on a couple of stools, crossing our legs slowly to let everyone get a good view.
Kristi has something up her sleeve, I could tell from the way she was giggling
and smirking at me, but she wasn’t letting me in on her little secret, at least
not yet.
“So what’s the story tonight?” I asked, grateful to have a few minutes to relax,
“This has been a REALLY weird evening. After the limo thing I figured it would
be more a private party and such. What are we suppose to be doing here and why
did the guys abandon us?”
Kristi finally explained to me that we had been actually been hired initially
just for a limo ride, that the party thing was a late addition. It seemed we
were like a “warm-up” for them before the party and now they were gambling and
having a good time. Kristi promised that we would only be staying until a
little bit after midnight and then it would be back to the limo. In the
meantime, the party was really a place for the girls to earn some “tips” or just
hang out, it was up to us.
“So people don't know we’re being paid to be here?”
Kristi laughed, “Hell no.. they just think were sluts tagging along with those
guys.”
Well, THAT put a different spin on things. “So the BJ I just gave him...?”
“Hey, you enjoyed it as much as he did if I know you,” she sidestepped the
question.
Well, now it made more sense to me. No wonder the other guys at the poker table
all figured I was just a tramp. Had they known I was being paid to be there for
the night, no doubt more of them would have wanted what I gave their friend.
Well, I’m sure they WANTED it, but I mean more that they would have expected it.
“So now what until midnight?”
“Just be patient my horny big cousin,” she teased me, “This shouldn’t take much
longer.”
She saw how frustrated I was with her being so cryptic but that just made her
grin all the more. Then she surprised me by putting her hand on my bare thigh
and leaned over to kiss me. Despite my initial surprise, I went along with it.
It was only a brief kiss, but definitely more than just two friends saying
hello.
“What was THAT all about?” I whispered to her, looking at my drink as if that
was what I was talking about.
“You’ll see,” she teased, pushing her hand up higher on my thigh until her
fingertips were just under the high hem of the dress.
Just then a couple of guys approached us and asked if they could get us another
drink. Even though our glasses were still almost full, Kristi told them she
would love it and so another “round” was delivered. All the while, she kept her
hand on my leg, moving closer to me until we were rubbing up against each other.
“You girls friends?” one of them asked.
“Cousins,” Kristi said to my surprise. Usually she didn’t tell people we were
related.
“Oh really?” the guy bantered back, “Kissing cousins I see.”
Kristi gave her that little giggle she does when she is trying to act like a
innocent little girl to guys. It just made her seem all the naughtier, exactly
what she was trying for.
“We like to kiss,” she answered back, then she leaned over and we kissed again,
as if we had to prove what she said. We went on for a bit and then broke apart,
looking back to see the reaction from the guys. I almost laughed out loud
before I caught myself. Men are SO predictable!
“I like kissing my cousin,” Kristi said softly, in a lower tone that sounded
more husky.
“Is that all you like to do with her?” the second guy quickly asked. Sheesh, it
was like shooting fish in a barrel for Kristi. She pushed her fingers further
up my dress, then leaned over more towards me and gave them all a smile.
“I bet you’d like to watch us, wouldn’t you?” she asked, drawing them into her
web.
“Really?” the first guy asked, a little skeptic\al. Up until now it had just
been typical bar flirting, maybe he had been hoping to make a score for the
evening, who knows? In any case, I doubted that he had expected it to turn in
this direction. Well, join the club. I hadn't either!
Kristi moved her hand further up my leg until her hand was up to my waist, it
has the effect of pushing my dress up with it, exposing myself to the guys.
With the bar on one side and the two guys standing on the other, we were
effectively hidden from the view of most people so it wasn't like I was flashing
the room, but still......
“She has a pretty pussy, don’t you guys agree she has a pretty pussy?” Kristi
said as her fingers moved over to my crotch, “I love touching her pussy..... do
you want me to touch her pussy?”
OK, so maybe she wasn’t the brightest bulb on the tree, but If there was one
thing Kristi WAS good at, it was teasing guys. She managed to say “pussy” four
time in a matter of seconds, knowing it was certain to turn the guys on to hear
her talking “naughty”. Meanwhile, she wasn’t waiting for a response which was
fortunate as the two of them seemed too stunned to say anything at the moment.
She pulled my dress up further until it was out of the way and I sat there with
my shaved crotch fully exposed, Maybe some girls would have been embarrassed,
but not me. God, instead it made me feel so damn horny. My pussy felt warm as
I saw their eyes riveted on it, staring at my crotch as if they’d never seen a
woman’s pussy before. They only looked to be in their early twenties at most,
but still, I doubted they were virgins. More likely, they had just never
encountered two sluts like us before.
“Look how wet she is already boys... she likes you watching me touch her pussy,”
Kristi purred as she spread my pussy lips apart to reveal my wet hole to them.
She slipped her finger into me, just up to the first knuckle or so, but plenty
to get the idea across to them. “Ummmm, yes she IS wet.... don't you think my
cousin’s pussy is pretty when it’s wet?”
Although they didn’t say anything, the nods and wide eyes told more than any
words could. I noticed both of them were sporting bulges in their pants but
Kristi ignored their plight and instead, began to push her finger in and out of
me ever so slowly. God it felt so good! I could feel my pussy gripping her
finger as she moved it around just inside of me, stimulating the nerve endings
that were so concentrated there. Her finger was good and wet now as she pulled
it out and touched my clit, making me shiver. Damn, she knew exactly how to
touch me. For the sake of our “audience”, I moaned softly, licking my lips as I
enjoyed myself.
“See how she likes her clit to be played with? Look how swollen it is... she’s
really horny now I think, aren’t you Kelly?”
I looked at them and met their eyes as I grinned. It was all I needed to do.
The evidence was there for them to see after all. Kristi pushed her finger back
into me, deeper this time, as far as it would go. Then she started fucking me
with her finger, drawing it in and out of me at a moderate rate, not enough to
make me cum yet but plenty to make our guys think I might any minute.
“Look at her tits.... see her nipples poking through her dress?” Kristi asked as
she drew their attention to my breasts. Indeed, my nipples were poking through
like the dress was not even there. With her other hand, Kristi pulled the top
of my dress to the side, letting one boob pop out.
“I love her tits... don't you think she has nice ones?” Kristi teased them even
more. She leaned over and took my nipple in her mouth as her finger continued
to fuck my increasingly sensitive pussy. She sucked on it a bit and then sat
back up and looked at the guys once again. “Mmmmm, I love sucking on her nipple
like that.”
It was almost a shame to be teasing them this badly. Neither of them seemed to
know what to do. Neither Kristi or I had made any suggestion for them to join,
and to interrupt what Kristi was doing in the HOPE of getting some of me for
themselves was risky – the equivalent of maybe killing the golden goose. As for
me, I loved it. Not only did I have my favorite cousin feeling me up, but we
had two horny guys watching her every move. I wondered what her intention was
for them? Was this all a tease?
A woman came up to the bar near us and glanced over. Her eyes almost bulged out
of their sockets when she saw what Kristi was doing to me but then she tried to
appear as if nothing was going on, turning her head away and ignoring us. She
wasn’t exactly dressed all that conservatively herself, baring some pretty fine
legs herself and the dress was cut so low I wondered how her boobs didn’t fall
out every time she leaned over. Somebody was on the prowl herself, but probably
not expecting to be seeing anything quite like this. She got her drink, looked
back at us one more time. I saw her mouth the word “whores” as she left
quickly. Oh well, what was the difference between doing it here or back at some
guy’s apartment later? Meanwhile, Kristi had pulled her finger out of me and
put it up to her nose.
“Mmmmm, she smells really good,” she said with a smile. She then put the finger
in her mouth, sucking on it like a popsicle and then pushing it back in me
again. “And she TASTES even better.”
It was almost too much for them. One of them made a stutter step towards us, as
if he was about to try it out for himself but then he lost his nerve and stayed
back with his friend. I bet he was wishing it was his dick in me instead of my
hot little cousin’s finger. As for me, as much as I loved what Kristi was doing
to me, the idea of a hard fat dick in me instead of her skinny finger wasn't all
that bad a thought. I found myself wondering what they were hiding behind those
pants. Kristi realized they were tight on the edge as well and she quickly took
advantage of the opportunity.
“I bet you’d love to fuck her, wouldn’t you?” she said to both of them. “C’mon,
which of you wants to fuck my cousin?”
They looked at each other and then back at Kristi, probably wondering if that
was a question or an offer. I was actually wondering the same thing. The first
guy then spoke up saying, “OK, so what’s it gonna take?”
He must have figured we were prostitutes and thus wanted to know how much we
wanted. Knowing Kristi was looking to make some more “tips” for the night, I
wondered what she would propose. My only thing was I had specifically told her
earlier that I didn’t want to duck back into some room and do it so was she just
ignoring me or what?
“Just pull out your dick and fuck her if you want.... I’m sure she won’t mind.”
“Here?” he asked incredulously – voicing what I was about to ask myself. It was
one thing to sit there with my pussy and one boob exposed, It was another thing
to give a BJ under a table where people KNEW what I was doing but didn’t see.
It was yet another thing to give a guy a hand job inside of his pants off to the
side. But to fuck me right HERE, right at the bar where anybody could walk up
and see? It wasn't like I was shy or anything. Heck, I LOVED to be watched
being fucked but this was a little bit out of the ordinary. Although Kristi had
told me more about the night and the party earlier, she still hadn't totally
described to me what the ground rules were.
“Well, do you want to fuck her or not? Her pussy is here and your dick is there
so why not fuck her now?”
He looked around helplessly and then his partner started to tease him as well,
telling him he was all talk and no show, that he was chicken, the usual guy put
downs. The first guy took yet another look around, then shrugged as if to say,
“the hell with it”, and undid his zipper. Oh yeah, the little head was in
control now! He moved forward and between my legs as he pulled his dick out.
It looked nice, maybe just a little bit bigger than average but nothing
extraordinary. He started to reach out to touch me but Kristi pushed his hands
away.
“Hands off her... you can fuck her but you can’t touch her,” Kristi admonished
him.
The guy looked stunned, as if he was confused but Kristi quickly acted to help
him understand. She reached out, grabbed his hard dick in her hand, and pulled
him closer to my crotch. It became obvious what her plan was – she would
direct his cock into me where he could then fuck me but at no time was he to be
allowed to touch me with his hands. It seemed sort of cool to me – I would get
to have his dick without being groped!
With him between my legs, I wasn't as hidden from the rest of the crowd as
before so I wondered if anyone was watching. With him right in front of me
there as no way for me to know but I certainly hoped so. After all, I love
being fucked but in situations like this, being WATCHED was as much of a turn on
as his dick in me. Kristi put the head of his dick right at the entrance to my
pussy and then he did the rest on his own, thrusting his hips forward to dive
himself into me. God it felt so good to finally get his dick in me. Sure I’d
been fucked not too long before in the limo, but this was different, much more
erotic. God, I was being fucked on a bar stool in the same room as a hundred or
so partiers!
“Her pussy feels good, doesn’t it” Kristi asked him as she put her hand down
into my crotch, her fingers spread so they were on each side of his dick as he
pushed it in and out of me quickly. He was so hard and horny I figured he
wouldn't last long but it didn't matter one way or the other. I was getting off
more from the voyeurism, although his dick DID feel damn good in me. Kristi was
rubbing my clit as he fucked me, driving me crazy as I felt my orgasm starting
to rise in me. God, I was going to cum right here in front of her and his
friend! Kristi knew me well enough to recognize the symptoms.
“You’re gonna make her cum... keep fucking her.... fuck my cousin,” she told
him, making sure to keep that family relationship fresh in their minds. Maybe
it wasn't as hot as fucking sisters, but I doubted most guys wouldn't be turned
on more by two cousins than just two unrelated girls.
I came..... Oh God did I cum!
I wanted to scream out but managed to hold it back to a few moans and whimpers.
My pussy grabbed his dick, squeezing down on it as he struggled to keep up his
rhythm in me. Kristi was moving her finger over my clit as fast as she could,
virtually driving me insane with the pleasure of my orgasm. I was SO wet. I
could hear his dick as it moved in and out of me, making the most erotic squishy
sounds as it drive itself into my soaking wet pussy. His thrusts increased in
their speed and I knew he was about to cum as well – and so did Kristi of
course.
“That’s it, cum in her.... cum in my cousin’s hot cunt, fill her with your cum,”
Kristi encourage him, as if he needed anything more to spur him on.
He started to reach for my boobs as he approached his own orgasm but Kristi was
waiting for such a move and pushed his hands away.
“Just cum in her.... you don't have to touch her, just keep fucking her.”
He pressed himself tightly into me, his dick buried in me as far as he could
push it. He grunted as his fist load exploded in me, a growing mushroom cloud
of warmth deep inside of me as his seed erupted from his cock, covering my
insides with his cum. Again and again he came, each time another grunt, each
time a little more harder into my crotch as he seemed to be trying to drive his
dick up my throat! As he finished, he pulled out, giving one last little squirt
just at the entrance to my pussy.
Kristi reached down a little bit and spread his cum over my pussy. He stepped
back, pushing his spent dick back into his pants as the two of them watched
Kristi mine my pussy for cum. Her finger reached into me, moving around as she
tried to drag out some of his sperm from deep within me. I did my best to help,
squeezing down and trying to push the sperm out of me onto her waiting fingers.
As she collected our cum, she first took a taste for herself (selfish girl) and
then shared the next batch with me, putting her cum-covered finger in my mouth
as I closed my lips over it and cleaned it off her finger as she pulled it back
out again.
“Mmmmm, your cum tastes so good in her,” Kristi murmured as she gathered more
for her “reward”.
Kristi look at the other guy, he seemed to be totally amazed at what he had just
witnessed. I wondered if he had ever been with another guy when his friend
fucked a girl right in front of him before? It wouldn't have surprised me if he
hadn’t. Despite what the porn films and magazines might lead you to believe, I
have found most guys have never been involved in an orgy or even a threesome –
maybe why it’s such a popular plot in most porn flicks.
“So you wanna fuck her too?” she offered, not even bothering to consult me but
then, she knew she didn’t have to, not the way I had just cum from the first guy
fucking me.
The guy quickly shook his head. I don't know if it was because he was too shy
to fuck me in public or if he wasn't into “sloppy seconds” – and I was pretty
darn sloppy at the moment. Most likely a combination of the two. Kristi pulled
my dress down to where it barely covered me again.
“Well, hope you guys enjoyed the show... I know my cousin did, didn’t you
Kelly?”
I just smiled at them and as an answer, I reached over to give her a kiss. We
each had the flavor of my pussy and his cum on in our mouths which we shared
together.
“Thanks for fucking me,” I decided to say – after all, he DID fuck me pretty
good. I looked at his friend as I pulled up my dress to show him my wet pussy
again. “Last chance!” I teased as I quickly pulled my dress back down again.
The two of them walked away, leaving Kristi and me alone again. The bartender
came over and brought us some new drinks. “Nice show,” he complimented us. “I
take it you’re with the two in back?”
Kristi nodded and he just nodded back, his suspicions confirmed. Yeah, he was a
genius when it came to figuring out the obvious!
The noise level started to rise and it was only then I realized how close we
were to midnight! Damn, we almost missed it! There was a big screen TV behind
the bar and we moved over to where we could watch the ball drop at Times Square.
Kristi and I joined in with the rest to shout out the final countdown. We
kissed as in an instant 2008 was history and 2009 was underway. Suddenly the
year flashed before me and I thought to myself what a crazy year it had been.
Sure there had been some good times but the heartbreaks were some of the worse
I’d ever experienced. I certainly hope 2009 would be better. Kristi broke me
out of my muse with a kiss on the lips and a hug that pulled me tightly into
her. Mmmmm, what better way to usher in the new year than to hold my sexy
cousin in my arms and kiss her!
For the next half hour or so we just partied and danced but the gambling was as
busy as ever. I felt so much better after being fucked although I had to carry
a napkin for a while to clean myself off as his cum would dribble out of me.
When you’re not wearing panties, that can be a problem! I was enjoying myself
but at the same time, wondering what the story was. Kristi has mentioned
earlier we wouldn't be staying long after midnight so what was the scoop? When
Barbie and Mandy suddenly appeared out of nowhere, I figured something must be
cooking and I was right. The four of us started dancing together when one of
the guys from the limo took Kristi by the arm and pulled her away to whisper
something in her ear. Kristi just nodded and came back to join us.
“OK girls, time to hit the road.”
Chapter 7 - The Ride Home
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I was enjoying myself but there wasn’t much of a choice. Not only didn’t I have
my own ride, I didn’t even know where I was at! The four of us returned to the
entrance where we were given out coats. Outside, I noticed that the limo had
pulled up already. Three of the guys joined us, explaining that the rest wanted
to stay and gamble all night. It was pretty easy to see why these three weren’t
staying – they could barely stand on their own two feet, let alone engage in
anything the least bit complicated.
It was a lot less crowded in the limo this time with over half the guys MIA.
The driver helped the three losers into the car, directing them towards the
front where they almost simultaneously passed out. Thank God as I was afraid
they might start puking or something similarly gross. That left just the four
of us conscious.
“So how did you guys do?” Kristi asked, all business now. I quickly got the
idea she wasn't asking how the sex was, she wanted to know how much they’d
earned. I was staggered. We hadn't been there THAT long but our little teen
sluts had been busy little beavers it appears. So much for staying on college so
you can earn more! They had each gathered in more in those few hours than what
I use to make in a week as a teacher – well, more like two weeks.
“How about you guys?” Barbie asked. Kristi reminded them that I was just there
as her guest, being I was her cousin and all. She told them about the bar scene
and the two of them shook their heads as if amazed – but not in the way I
figured sat first.
“So they fucked her for free?” Mandy asked incredulously, “Shit Kristi, I
thought you wouldn't even kiss a guy unless he paid for it!”
“Hey, she’s my cousin so give her a break – and me,” Kristi chastised her.
I looked at Mandy and once again, wondered what it would be like to lick a black
pussy. No doubt after this evening hers was more than a little bit used and
probably had who knows what mixture of cum and whatnot was inside her now but
still, I might have gone for it if for no other reason than to try it out for
once.
“Ever kiss a black girl?” Mandy asked, as if somehow she sensed my feelings
toward her. I shook my heads and she laughed, “So the poor little white girl
never had no black cunt?”
I was far from poor, if you included my Dad’s income that he used to keep me
financially afloat. As for little, I was quite self-conscious of the fact that
I was the biggest girl in the limo at the moment. In addition, I’ve always
hated calling my pussy a cunt unless I was deliberately trying to make a guy
horny. I don't know, it’s like calling me a whore – I just don't like it.
“Well just don't sit there like a bump on a log. We don't have all night so eat
me girl!” she challenged me, “Show me what you can do. Let’s see if you can
make me cum faster than your hot little cousin over there.”
I looked at Kristi who just grinned at me, knowing I must have been wondering
how many times she had oral sex with Mandy and then how fast HAD she really made
Mandy cum? I was starting to recognize some landmarks outside the limo so I
figured if I WAS going to do something, I’d better get started. What the heck,
why not? A little extra cum never hurt anyone.
Mandy lifted her skirt and I noticed her panties were long gone. I had no idea
where mine had disappeared to and I had a feeling neither of the other two has a
stitch of anything on their bottoms either. At this point, who really cared?
Kristi and Barbie took seats on the one side, sprawling out on the long limo
bench seats as they lifted up their skirts as well. Knowing Kristi, at least,
she as probably going to masturbate as she watched. Undoubtedly Barbie had
similar thoughts on her mind as well.
Mandy was sitting up just as the guys had done earlier (God was that just a
matter of hours ago?) her legs spread apart in just the way your mom preached to
you they never should be. He dark crotch was even darker with the lights down
so low. It was like looking into a cave. I got on my knees and put my arms on
her upper thighs do hold myself still as the limo seemed to be rushing back to
the hotel where it had picked us up. Heck, at this rate we would be back before
I knew it.
If there was one thing Mandy’s pussy .did NOT smell like – it was the sweet
scent of a freshly showered and douched pussy. I could smell the sweat and cum
on her, the distinct odor strong enough to reach me even when I was a few feet
away. God, how many guys had fucked her? No matter, I plunged my face into her
crotch, my tongue reaching out to explore her cute little pussy. Well, black or
not, she tasted almost the same as Kristi after she had been fucked by a group
of guys. It wasn't BAD, just distinctive. There was nothing in the would I can
think of that smells (or tastes) like a freshly fucked pussy!
“Yeah girl, that’s it,” Mandy encouraged me as my tongue dragged over the
thickness of her clit. Such a little bump yet it was capable of creating so
much pleasure! It probably hadn’t been that long since Mandy had last been
fucked so undoubtedly her hormones were still in overdrive. Her thighs felt so
warm and smooth in my hands as I gently dragged the tips of my fingers1 over the
soft flesh on the interior of her thighs.
As I started to lush a finger into her cunt, as she insisted I call it, I looked
over my shoulder back at Kristi and Barbie. Both of them were masturbating like
crazy, not really even watching me so much as each other. I wondered if they
would remain solo to join forces.
“Put on in my ass too!” Mandy demanded as my finger reached inside of her. If
she wanted it..... So I put my next finger in ass using the classic “bowling
ball grip” on her crotch. It slid in easily, making me wonder how much anal sex
this girl was involved in to stretch her out so much in the rear. I fingered
her in both hole simultaneously, pushing them in and pulling them out in a
rhythm determined by the music. My tongue returned to her clit as she moaned
and pushed my head harder into her crotch.
“Oh fuck that feels so good.. keep going... don't stop now!” she finally said as
her moans became like little cries for help but Barbie was too busy with her own
pussy to be bothered by what her friend was involved in.
No sooner than she had cried out than it was like a fire hose had turned on
below my face. I’d heard about, and seen porn videos showing it, but never had
actually been with a girl that I would classify as a true “squirter”. Most were
like me, “gushers”, if anything at all. Personally, I had wondered at times if
it was all some special effect or figment of someone’s wet dream imagination.
Well, Mandy proved the rumors to be true – she was squirting cum all over me,
making me a total mess1 It was crazy, like she was peeing only more of it and a
LOT more tasty. Unfortunately, it also got on my dress but at least now the
evening was about over. It might have been a different story entirely had I
been forced to walk into the party earlier with a dress covered with a girl’s
cum.
“Well, how did I do?” I asked after she had calmed down for a few minutes.
“Better than Kristi?”
Kristi was now listening again. Had she made herself cum before? I wasn't sure
but the two of them looked pretty happy with themselves in any case.
“Oh, let’s just say I know for sure now that you really ARE cousins,” she
replied coyly.
I was about to press her for a more definitive answer when we pulled in the
drive leading up to the hotel lobby. As soon as we were out of the door and it
was closed, the driver pulled away without another word to us. Kristi said
something to the valet our ticket and soon a taxi magically reappeared before
us. We all kissed and hugged as we said goodnight and then Mandy and Barbie were
off to wherever they had cum from prior to joining us earlier.
The ride back to Kristi’s house was uneventful. I think we were both so
exhausted it was nice to just have a few minutes to wind down. When we got back
to her place, I noted her mom’s car was still not there. Kristi finally
remembered to turn her cell phone back on and sure enough, she had a message
from her mom saying she was spending the night at my house! Wow, two nights in
a row without even coming home in between? I was going to have to ask my dad
what his “intentions” were towards my act, just as he had asked one of my poor
boyfriends about me back when I was in high school.
Rather than try to drive home this late, and beside, I would be leaving Kristi
home alone, I decided to spend what was left of the night with Kristi. Besides,
what better way to wake up on the first day of the year than with my wonderful
cousin! Hmmm, my mind was already swirling with the possibilities!
THE END
20090101 New Year's Eve