Subject:     Old Habits Die Hard
Story Codes: MF FF MMF F-solo oral exhib incest cousins
Diary Date:  September 19, 2009
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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One of the best things to happen lately was when my cousin Kristi quit 
her job as a professional escort, A.K.A. hooker, whore, or whatever else 
you would call what she did.  I know she loved her “work” and she was 
making a small fortune but even with the few experiences I had with her I 
knew sooner or later it would end in tragedy.

Being a Realtor may not be as glamorous (she’s in school now), but after 
having worked with her mom (also a realtor) before, I was sure she would 
still find ample opportunity to use her “talents”, only in more safer 
situations.

Well, you can take the girl from the streets but you can’t take the drive 
that put her there from her so easily.  I guess I couldn't blame her for 
wanting to relive a little of her past life – but why did she have to get 
me involved?

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – Escorting Pros and Cons
   Chapter 2 – Kristi Gets Horny
   Chapter 3 – Kristi Offers an Idea
   Chapter 4 – Getting Things Started With Lisa
   Chapter 5 – Bedroom Antics
   Chapter 6 – Back Downstairs With Kristi


Chapter 1 – Escorting Pros and Cons
===================================

Of all the things I’ve done, being an escort has to rank up with the 
stupidest, but yet the hottest, on the list.  It’s one thing to go out on 
a date and get laid – any girl can do that any time she wants if she 
really wants it badly enough.  But when a complete stranger is willing to 
pay just to possess you for a few hours, now THAT is something else 
entirely.

I dabbled with the escorting business when I was in college.  Back then 
the rules were so strict that I was about crazy being so horny so I 
thought it might be a good way to blow off some steam without getting in 
trouble at school.  Thus it really wasn't the money I was interested in 
all.

Well, the first few “clients” were just as I had hoped and everything 
seemed to be going along just great until I had this one guy insist on 
tying me to the bed and blindfolding me, only to bring in a few friends 
once he had me helpless.  The ironic thing is that had he simply asked 
(and paid a little more of course) I wouldn't have had a problem with it.  
Still, it was enough that I quit immediately after that and stuck with 
things like bachelor parties where there was safety in numbers.

After college I escorted but it was for a professional agency dealing 
with “legitimate” clients – no sex allowed.  In fact, sex with a client 
was the one thing that would get you fired faster than anything as the 
agency I worked for wanted to keep a good reputation with the local vice 
squad.  They were allowed to grope me a little but nothing more than what 
I let most guys do on a date anyway.

My cousin followed a different path.  Even in college she found ways to 
earn a buck turning tricks.  She only attended for two years but her 
sophomore year was a joke academically as she spent most of her time on 
her back in her dorm room – among other positions.  Without much else to 
fall back on than her back (sorry, poor pun), she found herself an agency 
to work for who took care of clearing the clients and handling the money 
so she wouldn't have to deal with the problems of being arrested for 
prostitution.  Kristi was twenty when she started whoring herself but she 
looked more like she was sixteen or seventy which put her in high demand 
for all those older guy with “teenage daughter” fantasies and such.  She 
never told me exactly how much she made but it had to be a lot given her 
spending on clothes and even a car.  

There were a few times she invited me along on one of her “assignments”, 
usually when she needed another girl and one wasn’t available from the 
agency that night.  A couple of times it became quite interesting, to say 
the least.  There was one particular party where I was fucked more times 
by more guys than I ever had been in my life – and probably ever will.  
For over three hours they lined up and fucked me, many of them not able 
to wait and just squirting themselves on me while another guy fucked me.  
It was one of those nights I'll never forget, that is for sure!  God, it 
took three showers to get myself clean afterwards!

I didn't mind accompanying Kristi on some of her gangbang assignments so 
long as they were few and far between.  Sure they were fun, but such 
“events” just aren’t for me on a regular basis.  It’s no different than 
the parties my best friend Beth drags me off to now and then.  Although 
in those cases it’s got nothing to do with prostitution, it’s still a 
bunch of people who I don't know very well, if at all.

Kristi and I have grown up like sisters and while we share a lot of the 
same interests, she’s always been the more “wild” one, always seeming to 
want to go a little further than me in everything (or a LOT further in 
some cases).  Whereas I have a few hang-ups and limits on where I'll go 
sexually – no anal, animals, BSDM, etc., Kristi has few, if any.  She 
knows my feelings about certain subjects and generally stays away from 
them when we talk, but I know from a few slips she’s made that she’s been 
involved in a few really kinky scenes that I would NEVER do, no matter 
how hard she begged me.

Perhaps it’s that side of her, the uninhibited “I'll do anything if you 
pay me enough” attitude that made me worry the most about her.  I was 
sure that one of these days someone would dare her to do something that 
she would regret later, at least I would hope she had the chance to 
regret it later.  So you can see why I was so relieved the day she 
announced her “retirement”.  At 22, it sounds funny to think of her as 
retiring from anything but two years in that business were like twenty in 
anything else.

About the same time my Aunt Linda, Kristi’s mom, moved in with my dad.  
It had been almost a year since my mom’s accident and I guess they 
figured it was long enough so why not make it official since she was 
spending most nights with him anyway.  That opened a great opportunity 
for me as my new job as a teacher paid crap and with virtually no 
benefits so just paying my rent was more than I could handle.

My dad was helping me out but I wanted off “welfare” so I asked Kristi if 
she minded that I moved in with her.  The house had three bedrooms with 
one being turned into her mom’s office while another served as a spare 
bedroom.  Kristi and her mom had slept together since her father left 
them when she only two years old so the spare bed was always available.  
Still, I just didn’t feel right asking to move in with her while her mom 
was still there.

So now everything seemed to be going right.  Kristi was going to be 
starting her classes soon.  I had my new job which kept me busy all the 
time it seemed.  My dad and Aunt Linda were living together and they both 
seemed happier than I’d seen them in a long time.


Chapter 2 – Kristi Gets Horny
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For those with dirty minds... NO, Kristi and I do NOT share a bed.  We 
each have our own bedroom with her staying in the same one she has always 
been in while I occupied the spare.  Although we have been frequently 
together sexually, it has almost always been as part of some larger scene 
such as a party or a date.  As teens we often dated guys together but 
even when we had sex with them, Kristi and I never did anything together 
much more than tease the guys a little. 

We started masturbating together when barely teenagers but that was as 
far as we went together when it came to sex until I returned for summer 
break after my first year of college.  Even then it was part of a family 
get-together and not something between just the two of us.

In a way I guess it is a little ironic in that while I often wonder what 
it would’ve been like had I grown up with a brother or sister, in a way 
Kristi was like the sister I never had yet we never had sex together 
growing up.  Somehow I don't think had I had a REAL sister it would have 
been like that!

Needless to say, you can’t expect a girl who was used to having sex with 
any number of strangers most every day of the week to suddenly become a 
nun and go to school and study books all night.  So I wasn't surprised 
that she dated a lot and even invited boys home now and then.  I say 
“boys” because Kristi and I differed when it came to who we liked to have 
sex with.

For me, nothing beats a middle-aged married man who hasn’t been properly 
laid in ages and is dying to relive his teenage years as the stud he 
remembers himself being.  As a rule, such guys treat me well, seem to 
genuinely care about how I feel during sex, and take their time as 
usually it’s a one-time shot – even with the miracles of Viagra. 

Guys my age are fine too and my preference when it comes to a boyfriend 
as I’m not going to be some gold-digger with an 80 year-old geezer when 
I’m in my prime!  Of course the teenage boys are tempting – nothing beats 
a sixteen to eighteen year-old guy when it comes to raw energy and 
stamina.  However, as a professional teacher I have to watch my 
reputation and in these times, nothing can destroy a career as fooling 
around with an underage boy.  Thus I have a FIRM rule against sex with 
anyone under eighteen.  Well, maybe seventeen as that’s legal in my state 
but why push it?

Kristi, on the other hand, is at the other end of the spectrum.  Unless 
she’s being paid, she wouldn't be caught dead with a guy over thirty and 
even anything older than her is only when that’s all she has available at 
the moment.  She fucks my dad but that’s because he’s her uncle and she 
knows he enjoys it so it’s more for HIS pleasure than hers.  Honestly, I 
don't know if she even HAS a lower limit and it’s probably best I don’t.

What I DO know is she is very popular with the teenage boys in our part 
of town.  Actually, one of the times I know she makes exceptions to her 
age limits is when an guys has a younger brother.  As you probably have 
already figured out, she’ll do the older one just to have a shot at the 
younger one.

Kristi may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer (all the blond jokes 
apply, even if she HAS gone darker and darker recently), but she is not 
stupid.  While she may flirt shamelessly with the younger crowd, she 
knows better than to do anything publicly that would arouse any 
suspicions.  Thus most of the time she has fun with one of her “boy toys” 
it’s at home in her own bed – or somewhere else in the house.  When her 
mom lived with her I know they often shared but now with me there 
instead, it was a different story.  Usually she would warn me ahead of 
time and if possible I would go shopping or go out with a friend or a guy 
while I knew she was dining at home.

For those times when I was caught without warning or couldn't find an 
alternative, I just closed the door to my room and tried to stay out of 
the way.  I was shocked at how young a few were but I have to admit, some 
of them were REALLY cute and under other circumstances I could have seen 
myself joining in but it just wasn’t worth the risk.  After all, it’s not 
like I wasn't getting enough sex for myself.  Of course, you can NEVER 
get too much but still, if I really wanted to get laid it usually only 
took one or two phone calls to take care of THAT problem!

Those who know me know how much I LOVE to masturbate so I won’t dwell on 
that again.  Still, even I was surprised at my cousin.  As much as I 
thought I knew her and even as much as I knew she craved sex at a level 
even I didn't quite understand, I was still a little surprised after I 
moved in to find out just how addicted she was.  Damn, it was like no 
matter what we were doing, she had her hand between her legs.  It was 
amazing she didn’t have calluses on her clit!  I don’t mean she was 
constantly rubbing for an orgasm.  Most of the time it was like she 
didn't even realize she was doing it, more like an instinctive reaction.  
Eating dinner, watching TV, on the phone... you name it and Kristi was 
probably playing with herself.

One day I came home from school and I walked in, this kid was just 
leaving.  He had this flushed, excited look on his face that told me 
immediately what he had been doing.  When he saw me it was like his face 
went white – I guess she hadn’t wanted him I was coming home soon and who 
knows who he thought I was (maybe at his age he thought I was her mother, 
god help me).  Damn, he couldn't have been barely thirteen, if that.  
Where the hell did she find these kids anyway?  Did she cruise the local 
middle school or what?

I went upstairs to drop my stuff off in my room and then I heard a moan 
coming from Kristi’s room.  Sheesh, did she have another one?  Leave it 
to her to have two of them at the same time.  I peeked around the corner 
into her room and saw my assumption was incorrect – she was all alone.  
Kristi was laying on her back in the middle of her bed, naked as the day 
she was born, rubbing herself with one hand while grabbing her boob with 
the other, moaning like she was having a baby.

Actually, it was a pretty hot sight.  My cousin is damn cute – much to my 
chagrin whenever we are together and every time the first person the guys 
look at is her.  A little shorter than me, she is much more petite with 
dark hair (she’s naturally blond but has been going darker every time she 
does her hair lately).  She has this disarming grin that just makes you 
want to melt, almost like it’s impossible she could be the slut I knew 
her to be.  I loved her boobs, even if they were just B cups.  Perky 
without a hint of sag, they looked fantastic in most anything she wore 
(and always without a bra) without the need for any fake pushups or 
”Wonder Bra” effects.

“Didn’t he take care of you?” I teased her, walking into the room before 
she realized I was watching.

Kristi’s eye’s opened just enough to see who I was and then she grinned 
at me mischievously.  “Wanna taste?”

At first I thought he had cum in her mouth and she was still harboring a 
little to share with me.  Then she spread her legs further apart and used 
both hands to split apart her pussy lips and I saw where he had cum.  The 
sight of that kid’s fresh cum draining out of Kristi’s well-fucked pussy 
was indeed a sight to behold.  

“Well cousin, you just gonna stare at my cunt or lick his junk out of 
me?” she teased.

What the hell, why not?  It’s not like he was around anymore.  I loved to 
lick cum from a pussy just as much as the next girl and when it was 
Kristi’s, so much the better.  It had been ages since I’d tasted her 
pussy and what better than to have it flavored with some boy’s sperm.  
Hmmm, maybe it was his first time?  He certainly didn't look old enough 
to be THAT experienced.

I was still dressed in my school attire and I didn’t want to mess up the 
dress.  Besides, it came down to my mid-calf and would just get in the 
way.  I lifted it up and over my head, draping it over the back of the 
chair by the wall to keep it from getting all wrinkled.

“God, you wear THAT to work every day?” Kristi groaned, seeing me in my 
bra and panties.  Not even a thong but more like the kind of panties your 
mom would buy you as a little girl.  “How do you stand it?”

It WAS one of the things I didn't care for as much at work – the dress 
code.  However, it was made perfectly clear that all teachers would wear 
“appropriate undergarments” meaning conservative bras and panties.  For 
the majority of the teachers it was moot as at their age, they NEEDED 
them. 

For me, however, it was like a prison sentence.  The past three weeks 
marked the first time in my entire life I’d worn a bra every day of the 
week *thank god for the freedom of weekends).  Even in college, where 
technically they were required, I was able to get away without one most 
of the time.

I just shrugged and didn't waste any more time in getting on the bed and 
in between her incredibly tight and smooth legs.  God, I would kill to 
have her legs and she didn’t so much as run to her car let alone work 
out.  Maybe there’s something to be said for extreme amounts of sex when 
it came to staying fit?

The bed reeked of sex and her pussy odor was noticeable while my head was 
still quite a ways away.  By the time I was at her crotch, it was almost 
overwhelming.  Damn, how many times had he made her cum?  For that 
matter, how many times had SHE made herself cum?  Was the boy toy the 
start or just the last act?  As it turns out, she was more than happy to 
tell me all about it as I started to lick her pussy.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good Kelly,” she moaned, pulling her thighs back 
with her hands to spread her crotch more for me, “I’ve been wanting that 
all day!”

“Didn't you go to school today?” I asked, taking my mouth off of her 
pussy just long enough to get out the words before going back.

I worked my way down and tasted his cum on her.  Mmmmmmm, I LOVED the 
taste of the boy’s sperm mixed with Kristi’s own special flavor of cum.

“I couldn’t,” she groaned as my tongue reached up in her in search of 
more of his cum, “Just been so damn horny all day.”

“You’ve been in bed all day?” I asked incredulously.

“Well, you know that guy I dated last week?” she sighed.  Yeah, like I 
was suppose to know which one she was talking about but I didn’t 
interrupt.  After all, did it really matter who it was?

“Well, I called him and guess what?... He stopped by for lunch.”

Oh I could guess what was on the menu.  Cock for her and pussy for him 
without a doubt.

“So where did junior come from?” I finally had to ask, my curiosity 
peeked.

“His brother.  He told me he had a little brother and I got him to bring 
him over.  It was his first time too!”

She seemed quite proud of herself at that.  I sometimes wondered if she 
kept like a secret scorecard of how many boys she’d de-virginized?  

“Yeah, I saw him on the way out.  His cum tastes good by the way!”

Kristi giggled at that – I assumed it was the comment about his cum 
tasted.

“He said he was thirteen but his brother told me he was twelve.”

What could I say?  So I was licking up a twelve year-old boy’s first cum 
in a girl’s pussy?  I guess that was kinda cool in its own slightly 
perverted way.  It wasn't like I’d let him fuck me but still... it was 
close.

“Oh god Kelly he was so cute,” Kristi moaned and I realized she wasn't 
really telling me so much as herself.  She had her eyes closed and I 
could just imagine her reliving those moments when his little dick first 
entered her.  Her hips thrust up a little into my face and her breathing 
started to get shallower and faster as I worked on her pussy with my 
tongue and fingers while she recalled being fucked by a boy half my age – 
not THAT was scary!.

“Oh god he wanted me so bad Kelly,” she groaned, starting to squirm  
about in the bed as I kept up my assault on her pussy.

“He came so fast but he stayed hard and kept fucking me... oh god Kelly 
he fucked me again!”

Her hands reached down and grabbed my hair, pushing my head into her bare 
pussy.  I had what remained of his cum cleaned up pretty well by now but 
the aftertaste lingered on.  Damn, I wonder what it would have tasted 
like straight from the source?

“Oh fuck me... fuck me... fuck me...” Kristi repeated over and over and I 
knew in her mind my tongue was now his dick. 

It wasn’t me between her legs, it was that short little kid with what had 
to be his most stiffest erecting he’d ever had, fucking her for the first 
time in his life.  No wonder she was getting off so hard from her recent 
memories.

“Oh GOD!” she cried out as her hips thrust up hard into my face.  

My cousin gushed as she came and my face was awash with her cum.  It 
tasted great and I lapped it up like a kitten at a bowl of fresh milk.  
Kristi’s legs pulled together, trapping my head between her soft thighs 
which became like a vise as she held me in their grip.  Finally she 
collapsed on the bed, her thin arms and legs out spread-eagle on the bed 
as if she passed out but from her sighs and whimpers I knew she was had 
her eyes closed tight as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm.  

“Sorry, I just can’t seem to get enough today,” she finally said, almost 
apologetically. 

Yeah, like she EVER gets enough so what else was new.  Still, she DID 
seem to be a little more horny than usual so I wondered what was up.  
Some sort of withdrawal symptoms maybe from not being fucked as much as 
she was accustomed to for the past couple of years?  “You know... you 
actually look pretty hot in a bra and panties,” she whispered in a husky 
voice, “It’s been a while since I saw you in ‘em.”

Uh oh, I knew exactly where THIS was going.  Then again, I didn't mind it 
either.  She wasn't the only one horny now!  It would be ridiculous to 
expect me to lick a girl like Kristi and NOT want a little for myself 
afterwards.  I started to reach behind me to unsnap my bra but she waved 
her hand at me as she struggled to sit up.

“No, no... leave it on... it looks sexy on you,” she giggled.

Sexy?  Hardly the words I would have used.  I DID have bras that looked 
sexy but this certainly wasn't one of them.  Straight off the rack at 
Macy’s – white, full cup, no lace, lined with wide straps and four snaps 
in back.  Yep, an industrial strength bra if one was ever built.  I 
figured if I HAD to wear one all day, it may as well be comfortable as it 
wasn't like anyone would be seeing it.  It seems the sexier the bra, or 
ANY lingerie for that matter, the less comfortable it becomes, especially 
if you have to wear it a long time.  But then, most sexy lingerie isn’t 
intended to be worn for very long, is it?

Same for the panties – most mothers would have bought the exact same pair 
for their daughters thirty years ago.  It was explained to me when I 
started that thongs and high-waist underwear was not acceptable – 
although nobody explained to me how anyone would know what underwear I 
was wearing, if any.  With the dresses and loose clothing I wore over 
top, who would know the difference?  Still, I didn't want to cause any 
problems so for the time being at least, I conformed strictly with the 
dress code.  Why let such a silly thing create an issue anyway.  It’s not 
like I was trying to turn on the sixth grade boys.

“Lie back,” she whispered, that look on her face she got whenever I knew 
she was hungering for sex.  I did as she said, taking time to remove my 
heels first.  It’s not like they were sexy, just one inch black heels 
with full toes and heel straps – comfortable to wear all day in a 
classroom.  They were off before she could say anything and I scooting 
back until my head was on her pillow.  Kristi was kneeling on the bed 
now, rubbing herself as usual as she looked at me with hunger in her 
eyes.

“I thought about you today Kelly,” she said in a voice hoarse with lust, 
“I thought about how good you would have tasted while he was fucking me.”

I didn't ask WHICH guy she was referring to.  Again, did it matter?  
Whether or not she really had or was just saying so now also didn't 
matter, she was still horny and when Kristi was in this condition, it was 
easier to just go along for the ride.

Pulling my panties to the side, she smiled and reached out with her 
tongue to barely graze my pussy with the tip.  I was already pretty wet 
as it was so it wasn't like she needed to help me out in that department.

When it comes to getting your pussy licked, as a general rule nobody does 
it better than another girl.  Of course there are exceptions to every 
rule but guys, despite what we may say to soothe your tender egos, you 
just don't get it.  I won’t get into a lecture on how to lick pussy, but 
if you want to learn, try to get your girl to let you watch another girl 
lick her and see how it’s done!  I’m sure she won’t complain if you ask 
and who knows, you may get lucky before it’s over.

Personally, the one person who could lick my pussy better than anyone 
else was my mother.  In all fairness I will admit she had an unfair 
advantage in that she WAS my mother.  Many times I’ve stated that 80% (or 
more) or sex is in your head (the BIG head guys).  Who it is, when it is, 
where it is, why it is – all these mean much more in getting me off than 
just the physical act of licking my pussy.  How can any girl compete 
against my own mother when it comes to creating the maximum emotional 
experience possible?  Of course she can no longer lick me, but in my 
heart she will always be the best.

After my mom, I have to say that Kristi is the overwhelming #2 when it 
comes to licking me.  Her mom isn’t bad, but she’s not in the same league 
as her daughter.  I can’t really explain why, but Kristi looks so damn 
hot and is so genuinely enthusiastic while she’s doing it, I can’t help 
but come incredibly hard whenever she eats my pussy.  You can tell from 
the smile on her face, the way she practically attacks my crotch, that 
she is doing it out of the sheer joy of eating my pussy and thoroughly 
loves what she is doing.

So after all that windy discussion, you can imagine how I felt as my hot 
slutty cousin started to lick me while pulling my panties over to the 
side.  She could have easily pulled them down and off of me but for 
whatever reason she preferred to do it this way and I wasn't going to 
complain so long as she did it!  The bra felt like I was in the grip of a 
boa constrictor as my chest heaved while trying to catch my breath when 
her tongue would hit me in just the right place.

“Oh Kristi... right there... don't stop!” I moaned softly, almost more a 
whimper as everything around me faded into the distance and all I could 
concentrate on was the incredible sensations she was creating between my 
legs.

My entire body felt like I was on some sort of drug, almost like I was 
lifting off the bed  Goose bumps covered me even as I was seating at the 
same time.  I wanted to just lay there and let he do her magic but my 
body wouldn't listen to me and I was squirming under her while she 
wrapped her arms around my bottom and grabbed my ass in her hands.

“Will you hold still!” she teased me, leaning down on her arms to try and 
keep my hips from jumping up every time her tongue ran over my hyper-
sensitive clit.  

God, she knew EXACTLY where to lick me and just how to do it.

“OH GOD!” I couldn't help myself from crying out as she pushed first one, 
then two and finally three fingers inside of my soaking wet pussy.  

Kristi’s mouth was firmly over my clit, her lips pulling on it and then 
letting it snap back into place.  I loved the feel of her inside of me, 
exploring my pussy and rubbing me so perfectly.

I came then.  Oh god did I cum!  It was the perfect climax to the perfect 
setting.  It started with seeing that cute little boy leaving her room, 
knowing what he’d been doing to Kristi in my absence.  Then there the 
taste of his virgin cum dripping from her freshly fucked pussy.  Licking 
her pussy and feeling her orgasm swell under me took me up another notch.

Now with her mouth on me, her fingers in my pussy, her free hand 
squeezing my butt, it was all I was going to be able to take as I 
exploded from within.  My hair even seemed to tingle as I practically 
leaped off the bed yet somehow she managed to keep her face on me, never 
missing a beat as she licked me mercilessly.

“Oh god stop!  I can’t take it... STOP!” I cried out.

What in the world was I saying?  The last thing in the world I wanted was 
for this to end but something in me had hit the panic button.  It was 
almost too much, too overwhelming.  It was like I was out of control, 
like I couldn't understand what was happening to me and I just had to 
make her stop before something happened to me.  What, I don't know but 
SOMETHING was going to happen if this kept up for much longer.

Fortunately Kristi knew better than to stop.  If anything, my 
exhortations just spurred on her all the more as she ate me with renewed 
vigor.  Then something DID happen, I came again but oh my god it was like 
nothing I’d experienced in a long time.  It was my first orgasm was just 
a precursor to the main event, a warm-up for the final act in this sexual 
odyssey.  

It was almost too much for me.  I closed my eyes because it was too weird 
to open them, like I had tunnel vision and everything around me was going 
black.  The tingling sensation was replaced by this incredible feeling of 
warmth, as if my body temperature had risen ten degrees and I was burning 
up from the inside.  It was all over me, not in one particular place but 
like my entire body was being elevated to some strange place where 
nothing but pleasure existed.  God, I wanted this to never stop!

“Kelly!... Kelly... are you OK?”

I heard Kristi’s voice but for some reason I couldn't answer, like my 
voice was gone or something was keeping me from responding.  

“Kelly!  Dammit Kelly, this isn’t funny!”

I opened my eyes and everything was blurry.  Slowly things came into 
focus and I saw Kristi leaning over me.  Despite everything I couldn’t 
help but note that her perfect boobs weren’t sagging a bit, even as she 
held herself over me.  Then I noticed the expression on her face, like 
she was worried about something.

“Dammit Kelly, you scared the shit out of me,” she huffed as she leaned 
back.

I didn't understand what she was saying and I guess she finally figured 
that out as she explained.

“You went away... passed out... fainted... hell I don't know what 
happened,” she said in a worried tone, “One minute you were crying about 
me not stopping and then next you went limp and just laid here.”

Well, I guess something did indeed happen.  I couldn't ever remember 
passing out during an orgasm before.  Had I been holding my breath?  Was 
it just too much for me?  Whatever it was, I just knew I felt wonderful 
right then, like I was glowing from the inside.  My pussy was drenched 
and I looked down and saw the bed was soaked underneath me.  Damn, I must 
have REALLY cum this time!

“God I feel so good,” I sighed, letting my head fall back as I cupped my 
pussy with my palm, trying to settle it down as it felt like it was ready 
to jump right out of me.

“Well, don’t EVER do that to me again... you scared the living crap out 
of me!” Kristi huffed.

Then she couldn't be mad at me anymore and we both giggled as she laid 
down next to me.  She laid one leg over me and one arm, pressing her 
crotch against my hip as her boobs pressed against my side.  She felt so 
good naked against me, so warm, soft and smooth.  This was heaven indeed!

We both must have fallen asleep because it was almost an hour later when 
I woke up and realized we hadn’t moved a muscle.  I pushed her over and 
off of me and headed for the bathroom to take a shower.  God, I must 
smell like a whorehouse!

After my shower, I saw she was still asleep so I tossed on a t-shirt and 
headed down to fix me some dinner.  As it turned out, she slept the rest 
of the night.  Well, I guess she had quite a day and had earned it.  As 
for me, I couldn't help but masturbate again and even though I came, it 
was almost a disappointment after the incredible orgasm Kristi had driven 
me to earlier.  Then again, I'll never complain about ANY orgasm!

Did I mention I love my cousin?

The next day I could’ve smashed the alarm clock but it was a school day 
and teachers can’t be late.  I DID have enough time to masturbate quickly 
and then it was off to work.  Damn, Kristi was STILL sleeping!  I finally 
got her awake so she could get to class on time – or at least she had 
enough time to get there on time.  I called her a couple of times on my 
way to school to make sure she was up – good thing too as the first time 
I called she had dozed off again.

Sitting in front of the class that day, I wondered how these kids would 
react if they knew what their teacher had done after school the day 
before?  No doubt most of them would have just shrugged or laughed which 
is why I enjoyed this age.  They were old enough to take care of 
themselves but still young enough to love their teacher and the hormones 
were just starting to kick in with the older ones.  By the end of the 
year the 6th graders would be getting a little horny in class but at the 
start of the year, they were mostly blissfully ignorant of the onset of 
puberty.  That didn't mean their teacher wasn’t thinking about such 
things!

I still was a little amazed at how hard I’d cum the night before.  Damn, 
it wasn't even one of those days when things got wild and crazy.  It had 
started off relatively mild but wow, did it ever escalate from there.  I 
guess it just goes to show that the most erotic moments don't always have 
to be the wildest ones.


Chapter 3 – Kristi Offers an Idea
=================================

A couple nights later we were watching TV together late in her room while 
laying on her bed.  I was tired and not really paying much attention to 
it so I started to get up to go to my bed and get some sleep.  Kristi 
reached out to grab me by the arm and pulled me back.  She looked like 
she was going to tell me something but then she stopped.

“Something you wanted?” I asked.  I hadn’t INTENDED to imply anything 
sexual but she grinned and I knew what thoughts were running through her 
head after my unintentional teasing.

“Yeah but that’s not why I wanted to talk to you,” she giggled, licking 
her lips as she glanced down at my bare crotch that was exposed under my 
shirt t-shirt.  

Kristi was overdoing it to the point where I knew she was just being 
silly so I just waited patiently for the real reason to come out.

“Are you busy Saturday night?” she asked.  Something in the way she said 
it told me she wasn't interested in what I was doing so much as what she 
WANTED me to be doing.

“Not sure, Riley was talking about taking me out,” I answered 
noncommittally. 

Actually that was a total fabrication as I was seeing him Friday night 
but I wanted to keep my escape options open with Kristi until I heard 
what was on her mind.

“Oh,” she said with a frown and a down look on her face like she was 
disappointed, “I was hoping you might be able to help me out with 
something.”

Now THAT set off the warning sirens and lights in my head.  Whenever 
Kristi said she needed some help with something – look out!  I was sure 
it had nothing to do with moving furniture or anything mundane, that was 
for certain.  Still, I tried to be polite and not give away my concerns 
until she had her say.  When I didn’t respond she continued on her own.

“I had a friend call me and ask for a favor but it’s not something I can 
do alone,” she started out slowly, watching me for any reaction but I 
kept my sphinx face on for the moment.

Kristi finally huffed and flipped back on her back as if she was 
frustrated with me.

“Don't be that way Kelly, it’s not like I ASKED for this or anything... 
it’s just a favor for someone, that’s all.”

With Kristi, nothing was “just a favor” so I finally spoke up and asked, 
“So what’s this so-called ‘favor’ anyway?”

Kristi brightened up at my response.

“It’s nothing THAT crazy or anything.  Just some guys want to have like a 
frat party but like they see on the Internet – you know, where the girls 
fuck in front of the crowd.  I guess they want a couple of ‘ringers’, if 
you know what I mean.”

Oh indeed I DID know EXACTLY what she meant.  It was like those college 
sex party video sites where they supposedly go to parties and video sluts 
having sex.  Personally, I always assumed the girls that were being 
filmed weren't “real” college girls and were just prostitutes or sluts 
that got invited for the video.  Some of them I even recognized as being 
web whores so that just reinforced my assumption.

That said, even if I knew what she was talking about, what in the world 
was she even THINKING about doing such a thing – and for that matter, 
asking me to help her out?

“Kristi, I thought you quit that job,” I sighed, giving her what I hoped 
was my “you’re so pathetic” look.

“I DID!” she insisted, “This guy called me up on his own.  THAT’S why I 
need your help.  They want two girls but I can’t go to my old agency and 
ask for anyone or they’ll know what I’m doing.”

Seemed a pretty thin excuse to me.  It’s not she was a member of some 
hooker union or something where she couldn't do “side jobs”.  I knew of 
plenty of times when she was whoring herself that she would take on 
private clients who wanted to avoid the higher costs of going through the 
agency.

“C’mon Kelly, they’ll pay us each $2,000 cash!” she grinned at me, “You 
probably don’t make that in a month at your crappy job.”

Unfortunately, she was right about the pay at my job although I wouldn‘t 
ever call it a crappy job.  After taxes, I certainly wasn't bringing home 
two grand a month and to get that for just one night WAS enticing.  
Still, it sounded like it wasn't going to be as easy as just getting 
fucked once or twice and walking home with the cash in hand.

“So how many guys and how many of them would do us?” I asked, not quite 
believing I was even considering this but still, it didn’t hurt to ask.

Kristi shrugged, “Hell, I don't really know for sure.  Maybe a dozen or 
so?”

Sounded a little low to me.  If this was suppose to be some college party 
and not just a private home thing then I would think a lot more guys than 
that would be around.  OF course, not all of them would want to dip their 
dicks in a girl after she’s been fucked a few times but still, I knew 
from past experience that plenty of guys couldn’t care less, just so long 
as they got their piece of the action - literally.

“And how long would we have to be there?”

Kristi shrugged again.  For someone who was suppose to be arranging 
things, she certainly didn't seem to know a lot about much of anything.

“They didn’t say... maybe a few hours?”

“Cameras”?  I asked.

“Oh no, they assured me that nobody would be filming anything,” she 
insisted.

Yeah right, and the check’s in the mail and this won’t hurt.  Kristi 
couldn’t possibly be THAT naïve, could she?  OK, so maybe nobody would be 
there with a big video camera and a College FuckFest banner but I 
couldn't see how the cell phone cameras would be kept at bay – and most 
of them shot video now as well.  If anything was holding me back, it was 
the specter of having my naked ass splashed all over the internet with 
some guy’s hard cock dripping cum after having just fucked me.  Well, 
maybe if it was just my ass it wouldn’t be so bad but what if it was my 
face as I sucked a few dicks instead?  Oh wow, I could just imagine how 
THAT would go over on the bulletin board in the teacher’s lounge!

“No way Kristi,” I finally said, getting my head back in order after 
briefly flirting with the idea, “Who knows where that stuff will end up.”

Kristi started to protest but I left the room in a hurry before she could 
try to talk me into it.  To be honest, the IDEA of doing it appealed to 
me.  I hadn’t been to a frat party since I was in college and even then 
only once.  I didn't know if this was really a true frat party or just 
something staged as one, but in either case it could be fun to get fucked 
in front of a bunch of other people – part of one of my favorite 
fantasies to boot.

Back in my room took of my t-shirt and laid in bed with covers off me and 
the lights out.  Even though I’d told Kristi no, that didn’t mean the 
thought of it hadn’t aroused me and when I started to play with my boobs 
my nipples were already poking out nice and firm.  It felt good to 
massage my boobs gently, rubbing them together and then grabbing my 
nipples between my fingers and stretching them out before allowing them 
to snap back in place. 

I love my breasts.  It was hard to imagine that not that many years ago 
they were the most embarrassing part of my body but when I got into my 
late teens they finally decided to make another growth spurt and filled 
in nicely.  I don't know what happened prior to that or why they stayed 
small for so long, causing me nothing but grief.  Sure, the boys didn’t 
care but they were happy no matter what so long as my blouse was 
unbuttoned for them – preferably without a bra.  Unless I wore it 
specifically so I could take it off later, I never wore a bra anyway as 
it wasn't like I had boobs like my best friend Beth, who pretty much HAD 
to wear a bra just to keep her puppies in the pen.

Keeping one hand planted on my breast, the other soon found its way 
between my legs and before long I was in full masturbation mode.  It had 
been quite a while since I last recalled my first (and still only) frat 
party.  I had gone with a couple of friends to another campus (our 
university didn't allow Greek organizations to start with, let alone such 
parties).  Even though I was the one who didn't get drunk, I think I 
definitely left with the better reputation (depending on how you defined 
“better” I guess).  Although it hadn’t been anything like the video clips 
I’d seen in the Internet, it was still a lot of fun and I loved 
performing in front of people.

As much as it turned me on to masturbate thinking about it, I also 
realized it wouldn't been the same.  First, I was quite a lot older, not 
a teenager anymore.  Second, that time had been at a real frat party and 
I don't think the guys there really expected anyone to put out the way I 
did so it went over really well.  Then there was the element of surprise.  
I never dreamed for a second beforehand that I would ever do some of the 
things I’d done, not to mention I did it for FREE.  Would this really be 
as fun not that I was 24 and being paid to basically be a hooker at some 
guy’s staged party that was meant to be like a college party?

I gasped as my finger found its target in my crotch.  God I loved to 
touch myself when I got horny like this.  Heck, I loved to touch myself 
ANY time but when I was as hot and bothered as I was now it was even 
better.  So what if it was a fake party and we were the paid stars?  At 
this moment all I could think about was a never ending line of hard 
dicks, all waiting to fuck me and cum in me – or on me or wherever.  

Then other memories started to come back, like the party Kristi had taken 
me to where we were just two of a number of girls providing 
“entertainment” at a corporate hospitality suite during a convention 
downtown.  The reality was we were just living fuck dolls for every guy 
wanting to get off.  I’d never been fucked by half as many guys in one 
night before and never had since.  The last hour or so was just a foggy 
memory as I literally just laid there, totally exhausted as more and more 
of them fucked me.  Even when I stopped moving for them they still wanted 
to fuck me and get themselves off.  Well, I guess it was better than 
masturbation for them.  I ended the night literally covered in sperm from 
head to toe.  Some guys like to shoot their cum on a girl in some of the 
oddest places!

By the time I fell asleep I’d cum a couple of times.  I was half-
expecting, and maybe even hoping just a little, that Kristi would stop in 
and try to “convince” me to go with her to her party.  She can be VERY 
persuasive, believe you me!  For whatever reason, though, she didn’t so 
when I’d finished myself off again I dropped off to sleep and didn't wake 
until the morning alarm went off.

Kristi was just waking up when I left for school.  All through the day I 
found my concentration was being thrown off when thoughts of her proposal 
would rise again from my subconscious.  It can be a little embarrassing 
to feel your pussy getting wet when you’re trying to help a fourth grader 
with a new math problem!  Trust me, it wasn’t the fourth grader that was 
making me horny, but rather thoughts of what Kristi’s party might be 
like.

After school I had to stop and get some groceries.  Funny, but guys still 
looked at me when I shopped in my school attire, but not in the same way 
as when I was dressed sluttier.  It was like they wanted to look at me 
but felt guilty about it whereas when I wore short shorts and a tight 
tank top they didn’t seem so concerned about staring at me openly.  Well, 
when you’re wearing a dress Laura Ingalls might have worn when she was 
teaching on Little House on the Prairie, it wasn't exactly like you were 
shrieking ”I’m a slut” to the whole world.  Personally, I preferred the 
stares to the hidden glances.  At least then they were being honest with 
me.

This time when I got home my cousin didn’t have some kid in bed with her.  
I laughed as I thought to myself the playground must have seemed empty 
without her being there today.  OK, so that was a little cruel but she 
deserved it!  She hadn’t ever done a boy THAT young but then sometimes I 
had to wonder if that was by choice or simply lack of opportunity.

I went straight to my room and undressed.  It felt soooooo good to take 
off my bra!  Even after almost a month of having to wear one it still 
felt wonderful to take it off at the end of the day.  It wasn't that it 
was so uncomfortable (a girl at Victoria’s Secret gave me a great fitting 
once which made a HUGE difference), it was just the feel of being 
restricted by this band around my chest all day.

Also, I liked to feel my nipples rub against the fabric of my blouse or 
dress when I moved around and the bra took that sensation completely 
away.  Of course, I also love the way guys look at me when my nipples 
poke through my tank top or sun dress so thankfully I don't have to wear 
one outside of school!

A quick shower and I dropped face-first onto my bedspread, burying my 
face in the soft pillow and laying there on my belly with my pegs spread 
out behind me.  I suppose it would have made quite a sight had someone 
been looking in my room but in reality, at the moment it just felt better 
like this.  I had the ceiling fan going on its lowest setting evening 
thought it wasn’t hot and the slight breeze would strike between my legs 
and make my thighs tingle just a little at the soft “touch” of the air 
against them, almost like someone was stroking them gently with the back 
of their fingers.

Just as I was about to doze off, I felt the bed move slightly and then 
something warm and soft pressed against me, followed by a hand on my ass 
and a leg over mine.  My head was turned to the opposite side but I knew 
who it had to be – my horny little cousin!

“Oh Kristi... not now!” I sighed as her fingers worked their way down my 
butt crack to my pussy and then inside.

She wasn’t wasting any time as her fingers pushed up into me.  
Instinctively I parted my legs a little more to make it easier for her 
and I could feel her warm breath against the back of my neck under my 
hair.

“You love this and you know it,” she whispered into my ear as I felt her 
push her crotch into my hip and rub herself against me.  Her leg wrapped 
around mine, using it as leverage to pull herself in tighter against me 
as she slowly humped my hip like a horny dog on your leg.

“So... have you changed your mind yet?  Gonna come to the party with me?”

So THAT was what this was all about.  A not too subtle way of trying to 
get me horny enough to agree to her demands.  Not that is wasn't working!  
It felt wonderful to just lay there with her hand working my pussy while 
she kissed my neck and ear.  The feel of her breasts pushing against my 
side, her crotch humping up against my hip while my pussy responded to 
her touch was pleasurable to say the least!  Enough to make me change my 
mind... not yet.

“I talked to him today about the cameras and he swears they will make 
sure nobody has a phone or anything during the party.”

It really didn’t matter to me what some stranger swore to her, there was 
no way in today’s day and age that they could strip everyone’s cell 
phones and keep the party secret.  SOMEBODY would be taking photos and 
probably videos and once they did, there was no retrieving them – ever.  
If it hadn’t been for that concern, I would have agreed to go.  It wasn't 
my usual cup of tea but it sounded like fun as a one-time thing.  I 
wasn't up to anything like that corporate hospitality suite gig we once 
did, but this sounded like a relatively tame event in comparison.  With 
girls there too I doubted it would get so carried away either.

Then her hand disappeared from my pussy and for a moment I thought she 
was mad or something and was going to “punish” me by refusing to touch me 
anymore.  You would think by now I would learn that Kristi never gives up 
THAT easily.

Something hard and colder than her fingers pressed against my pussy and I 
felt her working it in me.  Damn, she was using one of her dildos on me!  
I’m not big into toys and she knew it so why did she think I would want 
one now?

Buzzzzz!  Had she not had me practically pinned down with her leg I might 
have leaped off the bed!  Suddenly it started to vibrate inside of me and 
more than that, it twisted around like some nasty snake or something.  
Then she pushed it in a little further and I felt something push against 
my asshole that was doing its own thing as well.  

“I got something special for you today,” she giggled as she worked it in 
me.

She didn’t actually push it in my asshole – she knew better than to do 
THAT to me.  Instead, she just positioned the tip right at the entrance 
to my ass and let it tease me while the larger portion assaulted my 
pussy.  It felt incredible, especially when she twisted around and 
started to lick and kiss my butt.

“Oh Kristi...,” I moaned, “God that feel so fucking good!”

I typically don't swear a lot on my own and when I do, it’s more f or the 
guy’s benefit than mine.  A lot of guys like it when a girl talks filthy 
and so I have more than an adequate vocabulary for them but if it was up 
to me, I’d rather not swear a lot so for me to start cursing up a storm 
for Kristi, she knew I was enjoying what she was doing – enjoying it a 
LOT.

“You like being fucked, don't you Kelly?” she teased me as she started 
stroking me with it.

When she would pull it back the major part remained in my pussy but the 
smaller tip pulled away from my asshole until she pushed it back in just 
far enough to threaten to violate my ass but not quite enough.

“You love having a hard dick in your cunt, admit it,” she pushed me.

Well duh!  Of course I did.  What normal heterosexual (or bisexual for 
that matter) girl doesn’t?

“You want a lot of dicks in you... don’t you Kelly,” she continued on 
while relentlessly fucking me, “You want them all watching you being 
fucked, to be the center of attention, to have them all want you.”

Well, you can’t say my cousin didn’t know me, can you?  Of course I loved 
to be watched when I was being fucked.  I loved seeing the desire and 
lust on other men when they watched a guy fucking me while wishing it was 
THEIR dick inside of me.  I loved to see the expression they got when 
they realized it was their turn and they would be the next to feel their 
dick in my pussy.  I loved it when girls would watch me, wishing they 
could be fucked at that moment the way I was.  Even better, to have them 
watch their boyfriend or husband fucking me and seeing how much they 
loved it, how much they loved to fuck me – most likely more than they 
liked to fuck them.

“Oh Kristi... don’t stop!” I moaned.

God, whatever she was doing to me it felt so good that I never wanted it 
to end.  It was wonderful to just lay there and let her do everything, to 
just accept what she was doing and enjoy it without worrying about having 
to do anything in return.

When I finally DID cum, it was wonderful.  Instead of the overwhelming 
sensations that I sometimes get when I cum, sometimes TOO overwhelming in 
that I actually feel like I might explode, this was perfect.  It was like 
I was weightless and just floating in bed with my pussy consumed with 
pleasure.  If somebody was looking at me, would I be glowing in the dim 
light with the warm heat that seemed to ooze from every pore of my body.

Somehow Kristi seemed to sense what was happening to me and instead of 
trying to fuck me harder or in some other way increase my orgasm, she 
just moved the vibrator slowly in me, setting it DOWN a few levels if 
anything.  It served the same purpose as turning down the heat on a 
boiling pot just enough to keep it boiling but not so that it gets so 
violent that it overflows.

Even after my orgasm subsided, I just laid there without moving or saying 
anything.  Kristi left her toy in me and laid up alongside of me, 
pressing her warm naked body against mine as we kissed.  Her leg draped 
over mine, pressing against the vibrator just enough to put a little 
pressure on it, stimulating just enough to remind me it was there – as if 
I could forget.  We kissed softly for the longest time, two cousins who 
were more like twin sisters in this intimate moment.  It wasn’t that 
often we just laid together like this and I soon fell asleep.

When I awoke I noticed Kristi was gone – along with her toy (thank 
goodness she remembered it).  Later when I met her in the kitchen she 
grinned at me.  No words were necessary, that grin told me all I needed 
to know.

“OK, OK, I'll go,” I sighed.  She shrieked and hugged me, as if I had 
just told her she had won the lottery or something.

“That is so cool Kelly,” she bubbled, “I have some great ideas that I 
think you’ll love.”

She explained her plans and I have to admit, they DID sound pretty hot.  
I had a feeling I was going to enjoy this party even more than the others 
she had taken me to!


Chapter 4 – Getting Things Started With Lisa
============================================

Surprisingly, this was actually being held at a frat house and was a real 
college party.  With all the web sites like CollegeFuckFest.com and such, 
the expectations are that every frat party has girls fucking on the couch 
but in reality, most people tell that that’s it’s not the case and I 
think everyone knows that but still, the urban legends persist My 
suspicion has always been that most of these so-called “college” parties 
hire hookers and porn stars to do the “heavy work” and then maybe a real 
amateur gets in on the action now and then.  In this case, that was 
exactly what was happening in that Kristi had been hired to be the “sex 
girl”, along with anyone else she could bring along with her.

In a nutshell, what Kristi had planned was cunning.  While she would go 
as slut – not a stretch for her by any means, whereas I would go in 
“under cover” as your typical college girl who then gets “seduced” after 
a few too many drinks.  We could have gone in together as sluts and 
started things out playing with each other but the guys had emphasized 
they were interested in sex, not watching girls playing with each other 
which was just teasing.

Saturday rolled around quickly enough and after masturbating and cleaning 
myself up in the morning, I just relaxed around the house trying to get 
whatever rest I could as odds were it was going to be a long night.  
Kristi went out shopping for a new outfit, as if her amazingly stuffed 
closet wasn't full enough already.  For me, it wasn't necessary as all I 
intended to wear were jeans and a button- down blouse.  Unlike most 
dates, I even planned on wearing panties and a bra!  After all, the goal 
was for me to appear to be a somewhat innocent and naïve girl who gets 
drunk and does things she otherwise never had planned on doing.

Kristi came back late in the afternoon with her hands full of bags.  God, 
could she go ever out and NOT buy out the store while she was there?  
Most likely a lot of them would be returned as she always changed her 
mind once she got home but still, it was a lot of clothes!  I was kicked 
back on the couch in a comfy t-shirt so she plopped down on the chair 
across the room with her bags with the intent of showing me everything 
she had bought.

“What do you think of this one?” she grinned, holding up a white lace bra 
that was so sheer I think you could read a newspaper through it.

Then she showed off a matching thong.  It had a surprising amount of 
material but then it was the same as the bra – so sheer it may as well 
not have been there.  The front provided plenty of coverage for her pussy 
but the back was not much more than a small triangle that would fit 
against the top of her ass with thin strings holding it to the rest of 
the thong.

“And what do you think of this skirt?” she said proudly as she held it up 
for me.

At first I thought she must have been planning on becoming an ice skater 
as it was so short it couldn’t have even covered her ass when she was 
standing up.

“I have sheer-top hose for it,” she said off-handedly, as if THAT was 
enough to let her wear it in public without being arrested for indecency.  
I couldn’t imagine her wearing hose to a party and my instincts were 
correct.

“Now THIS is the one I got for tonight,” she said proudly, showing off 
her newly found treasure.

Actually it wasn't quite what I expected, just a denim skirt that was 
actually longer than normal – at least longer than what is “normal” for 
Kristi.  Then she dug in the bag for her last item, a small pink cami 
with the word “Slut” in large glittery letters at an angle across the 
chest.  Well, whatever it lacked in subtlety it certainly made up for in 
how I imagined it would look on her.

With that she bounced off to her room.  I saw the time on the TV and 
figured it was time for me to get myself ready as well.  Up in my room, 
first I had to decide on my lingerie.  Since I wasn't suppose to be a 
slut that eliminated most of the contents of my dresser drawer that I 
would typically have chosen.  I wasn't ready to be THAT conservative and 
wear the ones I’d bought for school so that narrowed it down even 
further.

Finally I picked out a white one with multi-colored dots.  It had a pink 
edging along the cups and back strap and overall it looked more like a 
young girl’s bra, something I might have bought back when I was in high 
school.  Why I’d bought it in the first place I had no idea, probably 
part of a joke or something at the time.  To go along with it I picked 
out a pair of new pink panties that I hadn’t worn before.  They were cut 
a little high on the hips but nothing terribly sexy.  I stood in front of 
the mirror and just shook my head.  God, I was a high school girl again!

A pair of tight jeans was a must, a little worn with a few ragged holes.  
Then I picked out a tight white cami which was cut really low and had the 
thinnest shoulder straps.  Over it I chose a black top which was also cut 
low, but not nearly so as the cami and while it showed some cleavage, it 
would’ve passed muster with most moms.  The cami straps were visible 
under the top but that was all you could see of it to let anyone know I 
was wearing anything under the black top.

As for shoes, I didn’t want to be a complete nerd and wear sneakers or 
flats so I picked out a pair of open toe heels with a wide heel that was 
just a couple of inches tall.  They looked more classy than slutty.

My hair was my biggest problem.  God I wished I had better body 
sometimes!  No matter what kind of conditioners or shampoos I bought, It 
was always flat.  Then an idea hit me and I reached into a drawer and 
picked out a white headband which pulled my hair away from my face 
without having to put it in a ponytail.  Yep, it was perfect for my 
“look” this evening.

I wanted to wear some nice jewelry but I was afraid whatever I wore might 
end up being lost so I picked out some small earrings and a beaded 
necklace, nothing too expensive but at least it was something.

Finally, a little makeup, nothing too heavy or slutty, just some blush 
and eyeliner, about what you would expect any girl to wear.  A touch of 
perfume on the wrists and neck and I was ready to go! 

Back downstairs I was alone as Kristi still wasn't ready.  It really 
didn’t matter what time we got to the party as nobody would be doing much 
at the start anyway.  Once the beer got going and things began to pick 
up, then it would be worth our while to be there.  Still, Now that I was 
ready... I was ready!  Kristi was never on time so I should have known 
better but still, just ONCE she could not be quite so late.

“OK, let’s hit the road!” I heard her from behind me as I turned to see 
her coming down the stairs quickly.

God she looked incredible!  The skirt hugged her hips and thighs like it 
was a tight bandage, showing off her fantastic legs to their best.  She 
had tied up the bottom of her t-shirt under her boobs baring her midriff 
and pulling it tight against her boobs.  Well, there was no question as 
to whether or not SHE was wearing a bra, that was for sure!  Then again, 
I so rarely ever saw her in one it would have shocked me if she had.  How 
she could walk down the stairs in those heels was a mystery to me – I’d 
of removed those stilts and walked down barefoot before taking my life in 
my hands trying to negotiate a flight of stairs in them - especially 
going down!  She practically oozed with sexuality and I could tell from 
her flushed face why she had taken so long.

“Damn Kristi, you’re getting laid by umpteen guys in just a bit, couldn’t 
you have held off just a little longer?” I sighed, knowing the answer 
even before I asked the question.

Kristi just dropped her eyes at me as if I’d asked the stupidest question 
(which it just may have been!) and didn’t even bother to answer.  What 
could I say, when you’re horny... you’re horny!

“Well, don't you look so... ordinary,” she giggled glancing at my outfit.

“And don’t you look like a hooker,” I retorted, only partially in jest.

She giggled and grabbed her purse and keys.  “Well, I guess we’re perfect 
then, aren’t we!” and led the way to the car.

As we got in the car, Kristi’s skirt rode up as she sat down and I 
noticed that instead of seeing a sexy thong, all I saw was Kristi’s bare 
bottom and pussy.

“Hey, I thought you had that thong you just bought to wear?” I asked.

“Well, I didn't wear the bra so I figured why bother with the thong?” she 
answered matter-of-factly, “Besides, you saw that thong... does it really 
make that big a difference if I wear it or not?  Anyway, this skirt’s 
longer than usual so it’s not like I’ll be walking around showing off my 
bare ass to everyone.”

As I’m sure she wouldn't have minded.

We got to the address and the street was full of cars so we had to park 
about a block away.  It was strange as we walked up the sidewalk to the 
house.  Guys were out on porches drinking beers and hooting and hollering 
at us the entire way.  Well, make that they were hollering at Kristi.  
She pretended not to hear them but I noticed her ass had that little 
extra bounce she got whenever she was showing it off. 

I felt like Miss Plain Jane besides her.  It’s not like I was dressed 
like a nun, but Kristi wasn't leaving much to the imagination, that was 
for sure.  Arriving at the house finally, it was a large two story home 
with the frat’s Greek letters above the door.  It looked to be pretty 
old, like the rest of the homes in the neighborhood, but fairly well kept 
up.  There were already a lot of people around and I looked to Kristi, 
questioning her softly as to what the heck we were suppose to do now that 
we were here.  We really hadn’t discussed much except for the overall 
theme of the party so I was a little unsure with what to do.  Were we 
suppose to meet with someone, go somewhere special, what?  Were there any 
rules?

Kristi turned and told me that we were just suppose to mingle as if we 
had arrived like any other girls did.  I was surprised when she said she 
didn’t even know what the guy looked like that had invited her!  
Fortunately, they had pre- paid for our “services” so at least that part 
wasn't in jeopardy.

Walking in, there was a large open room with what looked to be a kitchen 
in the back and then a door beyond that which must have led to the back 
yard.  To the side was another room that also looked to be a gathering 
place, with a large screen TV and couches and such.  People were just 
standing around for the most part, talking and holding a beer cup in 
their hands.  

“So now what?” I asked in her ear, trying to be heard over the loud music 
without shouting it out to the entire room.

“Follow me,” she answered simply, heading for the back of the house.

Sure enough, the back door led out to a large wooden porch where the 
mandatory beer keg had been tapped.  There was a variety of lawn 
furniture and table where people were sitting and talking, along with a 
large stainless steel grill that didn't appear to be in use.  I guess it 
was take-out or nothing.

By now we were getting some looks – at least Kristi was.  I was also 
getting the once-over from a few guys but their eyes quickly averted to 
my slutty cousin next to me who was already smiling and saying hi to 
every male in the room – and a few females as well.  She grabbed a cup of 
beer and handed it to me.

“I hate beer!” I reminded her, “I'll get something from the kitchen.”

Kristi grabbed me by the arm and rolled her eyes at me.  “Kelly, it’s 
kind of hard to get drunk from Diet Coke, you know,” she reminded me.  I 
took the beer from here but didn’t drink any.  I brought it to my lips 
and made it look like I was drinking but just the odor of it was enough 
to almost make me gag.  How do people enjoy this stuff, anyway?  I 
decided I would just have to pour a little out when I got the chance to 
make it appear like I’d been drinking but not enough to cause anyone to 
offer me another glassful.

Kristi didn’t care, she just chugged half her glass down and smiled, 
licking the beer off her lips in an almost obscene motion with her 
tongue.  That wasn't missed by the guys and already they were hitting on 
her like she was a bitch in heat – and not a bad description of her at 
that.  Soon she was off talking to a few guys while I was left alone on 
the deck to mingle.

There were actually quite a few girls there, a lot more than I had 
expected.  Most of them had that college girl look.  I’m not sure how to 
describe it but it was just that wide-eyed, deer-in-the-headlights look 
that girls get when they are out on their own for the first time at 
college.  Most of them looked to be in their late teens or early 
twenties.  I hadn’t seen any sign of anyway checking ages so I guess it 
was just an honor system so far as the drinking was concerned which sort 
of surprised me in this day and age.  I had my driver’s license tucked in 
tightly in one of my jean pockets as I hadn’t wanted to bring a purse 
along – one less thing to keep track of in a crowded party environment.

For the next hour or so I sort of lost track of Kristi.  I mingled about, 
getting hit on now and then by some guys but it was more flirting than 
anything serious.  I started talking to a group of girls who were dressed 
like me, more conservative and while keeping an eye on the party, didn’t 
seem all that anxious to do anything too precarious.  They told me they 
were students and asked me about myself.  I just told them I was a grad 
student which seemed to hold them at bay for anything more.  Apparently 
none of them had been to a party like this one before and I told them it 
was only my second – which was true as I had indeed only been to one 
other college party.  Of course I didn't tell them about the OTHTER party 
experiences I’d had.

One he girls, Lisa, said she was 21 and that this was her first year away 
from home.  Apparently she had done the Junior College route and now had 
transferred to the university to compete her BA in Nursing.  She was 
really sweet and quite pretty as well, almost a twin of me when it came 
to our size and outfits.  It was her first frat party and she seemed a 
little nervous but I assured her that she was OK so long as she stayed 
with the crowd and didn’t go off alone with anyone.  Indeed, I wouldn't 
have minded myself going off alone with her!

We got to talking about her family and some old boyfriends when suddenly 
she her mouth dropped open.  Her eyes got wide and so I turned to see 
where she was looking.  It was all I could do to keep from laughing when 
I saw what had surprised her so.  There on the couch was this hot girl 
stripping off her top for some guy that she was straddling with her knees 
on the couch.  Her skirt had pulled up just enough that when she leaned 
over it was apparent to everyone watching that there was nothing 
underneath it but her bare ass.  Yes indeed, Kristi had found her man!

“Oh my god, what a slut!” Lisa gasped, “Can you believe she’s doing that 
in front of everyone?” 

Then she squinted a little bit (I had a feeling she needed glasses but 
was to vain to wear them at the party).  “Oh my god, is she wearing 
ANYTHING under that skirt?”

I put my arm around Lisa and hugged her – nothing sexual, just a girl 
supporting another girl, and said, “Probably drunk... and I don't think 
she has anything on her butt either!”

“C’mon, let’s get closer,” she urged me, surprising me a bit.  I would 
have taken her for the type to escape out the back door when confronted 
with such a display but instead she seemed curious to see more about what 
was happening.  Oh well, why not?

One good thing about being a girl at such parties, the guys pretty much 
let you get away with anything.  Had two guys pushed their way through 
the crowd trying to get a closer view they probably would have been 
punched.  All Lisa and I did was say “excuse me” and smile and it was 
like the Red Sea was parting in front of us.  Once up front we stood 
there together and watched the scene taking place on the couch in front 
of us.

Kristi was living up to her end of the deal, that was for sure.  Watching 
her, I realized that I’d never really seen her in this type of situation 
where the guys didn’t realize she was being paid to put on a performance.  
I smiled myself as I wondered what the guys who had hired her would say 
if they knew she probably would have done it for free as from the looks 
of things, she was enjoying it as much as the guy she was with.

In a way, it was a little too stereotyped for me.  Face it, once you see 
one college party video you’ve pretty much seen them all.  The girl may 
look different and she may say different things and have different 
techniques, but the basic “plot” of the scene was the same.  Let’s see... 
guy gropes girl, girl sucks dick, girl strips, guys licks girl, guy fucks 
girl, girl takes it on her face.  That about covers it 99% of the time if 
you ask me.  Kristi was still at the “girl sucks dick” stage, allowing 
her skirt to ride up and expose her bare ass which created a number of 
lewd comments from the peanut gallery about girls who don't wear 
underwear.

“What do you think Lisa?” I asked her.

Lisa hadn’t said a word since we’d moved up front but then I noticed she 
hadn’t been too shy to keep her eyes fixed on the two people on the 
couch.

“It’s crazy!” she answered back, “I can’t believe anyone would do that in 
front of all these people!” Then she got this look on her face like she 
was thinking about something pretty hard and continued, “Do you think 
she’s really a student or just a whore?”

Hmmmmmm, Lisa seemed to be pretty sharp.  The guys watching either 
thought Kristi was the real deal or they just didn't care.  All they 
wanted was to watch and take pics with their cell phones.  So much for 
someone promising there would be no cameras or video!  Lisa seemed more 
interested in an intellectual way more so than being turned on.  
Obviously she’d never witnessed anything like this for real and I got the 
feel from her she was curious as to how far Kristi would go.  Of course, 
she had no idea that I had any relationship to the slut we were watching 
as the guy pulled off her clothes and started licking her pussy – right 
on schedule.

Kristi was having a great time from the looks of things.  Either the guy 
was a great pussy licker or she was doing an excellent job of faking an 
orgasm as the crowd cheered her on.  I was pretty proud of her in a 
strange way.  It was like all this was nothing to her, that having a 
crowded room of people watching her was just a normal day for her.  Maybe 
after her job as a whore she WAS accustomed to such things, who knows?  
In any case, she was putting on a great show, talking to the guys around 
her, telling them how good her pussy was being licked and how bad she 
wanted to be fucked.  She was earning her pay, that was for sure!

“So what do you think, would you like to be licked like that?” I said to 
Lisa, trying to nudge a response from her.

Lisa turned to me with a sly grin.  She’d had been holding her cup of 
beer and it seemed as though every time it dropped someone was filling it 
back up again so she was getting just a little drunk by now, at least 
enough to open up a little more about herself.

“Actually, I’d love HER to lick me like that,” she giggled, then she 
covered her mouth like she couldn't believe what she’d just said to me.

Just then the crowd cheered and I looked over to see the guy had just 
started fucking Kristi.  She was slumped on the couch with her ass on the 
edge.  He had Kristi’s legs up over his shoulders and a rather sizable 
dick in her pussy.  She was urging him on, much to the delight of the 
crowd.

“You mean you wouldn't rather have that nice dick in you?” I teased her, 
nodding toward the couple on the couch.

Lisa took another gulp of beer and looked me in the eyes as if she was 
about to pass on some monumental secret.

“I’ve never done it with a guy,” she said, as if she was confessing to a 
murder.

“So you like girls?” I asked with a grin, liking where this seemed to be 
leading to.  It wasn't what I’d been expecting to happen but hey, if the 
opportunity was there, why not take it?

Lisa seemed hesitant at first but from her flushed face and refilled beer 
cup I got the idea she wasn’t accustomed to drinking.  I had to grin a 
little as here I had assumed that I would be the one to supposedly get 
drunk and do things I normally wouldn't but instead, maybe Lisa might fit 
into our plans instead.

I figured I had nothing to lose so I turned to Lisa and kissed her on the 
mouth.  It wasn’t that long but definitely more than just a simple kiss 
from one girl to another.  A couple guys by us noticed and next thing I 
knew they were urging us on.  Lisa didn’t seem to know quite how to react 
and just stood there looking back and forth as we got more attention.

“C’mon, let’s tease them a little,” I encouraged her.

Lisa seemed to hesitate as her eyes darted about.  Although most of the 
guys were focused on Kristi being fucked on the couch, those right around 
us were glancing back and forth, not wanting to miss out seeing the lust 
on the couch but at the same time, most likely hoping for a little girl-
girl action as well.  

Over the years I’ve come to think that guys would almost rather see two 
girls together than a girl being fucked.  It certainly never has failed 
to get their attention!  Kristi and I would sometimes walk the mall or 
stores, acting flirty with each other and occasionally stealing a little 
kiss or a pat on the butt.  Let me tell you, we could have been dressed 
in nun habits and guys would still have been staring us!

Lisa didn’t agree but then she didn’t say no either so I took it as 
agreement on her part.  This time when I kissed her she responded more 
passionately, letting me taste her tongue as she opened her mouth and 
accepted mine.

You can imagine what the guys around us were saying as Lisa and I drew 
out the kiss even longer.  We were both dressed in jeans and neither of 
was exactly allowing our boobs to fall out of our tops so it wasn’t what 
we were showing off that was getting the cat-calls but rather what we 
were doing – at so far all we’d done is kissed.  When you think about it, 
it’s sort of amazing that two girls kissing could draw attention from 
another girl being fucked just a few feet away.

To my surprise, It was Lisa that made the next move.  Passing her cup of 
beer off to someone, she reached around me and grabbed my ass with both 
hands, squeezing my butt tightly and pulling me in closer to her until 
our boobs were pressed tightly against each other’s.  We were about the 
same height so they matched up pretty well.  For once I had the booger 
set though, which pleased me to no end.

Not to be outdone, I reached around her and slid my hands up under her 
tank top and undid her bra.  We never stopped kissing the entire time and 
if anything, when my hands unsnapped her she tongued me even deeper.  
Once I had her undone, I reached to her shoulder and pulled the straps 
down over her arms.  She released my ass long enough to pull her hands 
through the straps and then planted them once again firmly on my butt.  
Moving my hands between us, I reached up and pulled her bra down off her 
boobs and out from under her tank top, flashing it over my head like a 
flag.  Needless to say, everyone cheered and before I knew what was 
happening, someone had grabbed it out of my hands and was passing it 
around.  Oh well, I hoped it wasn't an expensive one!

Now that her bra was off, I fondled Lisa’s boobs through her tank top, 
rubbing my hands over them and feeling her hardening nipples through the 
tight thin material.  They were quite firm, a lot like Kristi’s in fact, 
but a little bigger and more full.  Someone tried to reach in to cop a 
feel but I firmly pushed him away and wagged a finger at him.  The 
message was clear - this was a girl’s show only and no audience 
participation was allowed.

Now it was Lisa’s turn.  Rather than “unbra” me, she chose a different 
route and started to lift up on my black top.  In one quick motion she 
had it up and over my head, tossing it over towards the couch where I 
hoped I would be able to find it again.

Not content with my white cami obstructing her view, she did the same 
with it, leaving me standing there in just my bra.  When I picked out the 
bra I hadn’t expected it to be on display in quite this way and it was a 
little embarrassing now to be wearing such a young girl’ style but the 
guys certainly didn’t seem to mind one bit.  It was full-cupped so while 
they got to see some cleavage, most of my breasts were fully covered and 
my nipples were in no danger whatsoever of being on display.

So now with her firm boobs pushing out against the tight tank top and me 
in just a bra for a top, we went back to kissing again.  I happened to 
glance over at the couch where Kristi was now in a doggie style.  Another 
guy had joined in and she was sucking his dick while the first guy was 
ramming her from behind.  It looked like she was getting it in the ass 
but it was hard to tell from the angle I had.  Oh well, she liked that 
sort of thing so more power to her.  Obviously she had the biggest crowd 
but Lisa and I had our own little “fan club” going as well.

After feeling her up some more I started to make like I was going to take 
her top off but that’s where Lisa drew the line.  She pushed my hands 
down and away from her tank top, telling me as best she could above the 
noisy din in the room that she couldn't go that far in front of all these 
guys.  There was something in the way she added that last part, “in front 
of all these guys”, that seemed to be sending me a message so I drew a 
breath and said, “Well, let’s go where there’s not so many people then.”

She seemed OK with that so while she tried to rescue her bra, I grabbed 
my top and cami before they disappeared and I had nothing to wear home.  
With that, I looked around and took Lisa by the hand, heading for a 
stairway leading to where I assumed the bedrooms were.


Chapter 5 – Bedroom Antics
==========================

At the top of the stairs I looked in the first room but there was already 
a couple on the bed but they were too busy to notice – or didn’t care in 
the first place that I was watching.  The second bedroom had a large bed 
in the middle with a desk and piles of clothes everywhere but at least it 
was empty.  I pulled the covers back over it – God only knows what was on 
the sheets, and looked back to see our “fan club” had followed us up and 
were staring in from the doorway.

“I don’t care if they watch, do you?” I said to Lisa.

She shrugged her shoulders and from the way she was weaving on her feet, 
I was starting to worry that maybe she had drunk TOO much and was going 
to pass out on me – or worse.  She seemed to be holding herself together 
so I guided her to the bed where she sat on the edge with her feet on the 
floor.

Ignoring the guys that had crowded in – there must have been at least 
seven or eight, I started to lift Lisa’s tank top off when something 
flashed and I turned to see a guy with his camera.

“No pics!” I said emphatically.

He started to mumble something and I could tell he wanted to argue but 
when he saw the look I gave him he quickly put it away.

“If I see one more camera or cell phone, it’s over and you ALL go out – 
got it?” I said rather strongly, probably more so than they expected.

They all nodded their heads and I noticed a few hands surreptitiously 
reaching into their pockets to put away their phones and cameras.  Of 
course there was no guarantee that they would STAY in those pockets but 
at least it was a start.

Going back to Lisa, I raised her tank top up and off her head, her arms 
flopping back down to the bed once it was off.  She was only about half-
way cognizant of what was happening but so long as she didn't drink any 
more, I thought she would be OK.  I gazed at her incredible boobs and 
felt a twinge in my pussy.  Talk about perfect!  I was guessing a 34B or 
maybe even a small C with large nipples that were currently standing out 
like large caliber bullets.  I laid her back in bed and leaned over her, 
taking first one, and then the other in my mouth, suckling on her hard 
nipples like a hungry baby.

“That feels so good,” she moaned softly.

The room was deathly quiet as everyone was transfixed at the sight of two 
girls making out on the bed in front of them.  So far only Lisa was 
actually showing anything but everyone in the room, including me and I 
was sure Lisa, knew THAT would change before not too much longer.

Keeping my own bra on, I undid her belt and jeans, pulling her zipper 
slowly down to the bottom.  Reaching on both sides of her hips, I grabbed 
the jeans and worked them off.  Getting them over her hips was the 
hardest part.  Lisa wasn't overweight by any stretch of the imagination 
but she DID have some pretty wide hips and the jeans were about as tight 
as they could be on her.

Once that part was over, I peeled them off her legs down to her ankles.  
Before I could take them all the way I took off Lisa’s heels and then 
pulled her jeans the rest of the off over her bare feet.  So now all Lisa 
had on was her panties but I was in no hurry to take them off.  In the 
back of my mind I remembered that the primary reason I was here in the 
first place was to provide entertainment and even though this wasn't what 
Kristi and I had worked out beforehand, I didn’t think the audience 
cared.  I could hear some murmuring but for the most part they all just 
stood there and watched my every move without saying another word.  I 
guess I may have been a little bitchy about the cameras and now they were 
probably afraid of incurring my wrath yet again!

At the moment I was still in my heels, jeans and bra.  As much as I would 
have loved to have stripped down naked and done the same with Lisa, I did 
my best to take my time, even though my pussy was begging for Lisa to 
lick it – and I had a pretty good feeling that she would given half a 
chance.  As it was, I let her legs continue to hang over the bed and 
kneeled down at her side, leaning over to once again kiss her bare boobs 
and let my hands run over her gorgeous body.  She felt so smooth and 
warm, like velvet under my fingertips.  I could reach as far as her 
thighs and my hands pushed her legs apart.  She was still awake enough to 
realize what I was doing and she spread them even further apart – an open 
invitation if I’d even been given one.  

Lisa undoubtedly wanted me to play with her pussy – as no doubt our 
audience did as well.  Well, I wasn't going to give them that pleasure 
quite so easily so as my hands moved up towards her crotch, I stayed over 
her panties, pushing hard enough against her pussy to push her panties 
slightly into her slit.  God her pussy felt like it was on fire!  This 
was one horny girl.  Of course, I’m sure had I put my hand between my own 
legs at the time it would have felt just as warm there!

Just to tease them all a little more, I let my fingers reach under the 
top elastic band of her panties.  She was just trimmed, not shaved, and I 
could feel her short pubic hair against my fingers.  The onlookers could 
see the rise of my hand under her panties but not where I was exactly 
touching so their imaginations were probably working overtime – just as I 
was hoping they would be.  Then I pulled it out and caressed her flat 
stomach, finding a ticklish spot that made Lisa squirm just a little.

As much as I could have sucked on Lisa’s wonderful breasts for the rest 
of the evening, there were other parts of her body that beckoned me.  I 
moved my head up and kissed her neck softly, moving up to her ear and 
then over her cheeks to her lips once again.  Lisa just laid there but 
she was moaning almost continuously and I noticed her hand opposite me 
moving towards her crotch.  Her shyness was definitely gone now as she 
started to rub herself through her panties.  I helped her to scoot up 
onto the bed more until her head was on one of the pillows and her feet 
were planted in the middle of the bed with her knees bent and spread 
apart.  She was rubbing herself harder, focusing on where her clit was 
hidden below her grey nylon panties.

“Want me to lick your pussy?” I said to her softly, just loud enough for 
our “fans” to hear.

“Oh god yes... I want that so bad,” Lisa moaned, her eyes closed as she 
rubbed herself even faster.

Ever so slowly I worked my way down her bare torso, stopping momentarily 
at each breast to give it another lick and suck on her nipples one last 
time.  She tensed up each time I took her nipples into my mouth, tugging 
on them gently with my teeth.  Then she giggled as I licked her belly and 
made my way to the elastic of her panties.  Bypassing her panties, I 
kissed her leg and worked my way up to her knee and then moved around her 
leg until I was between her feet.  Looking down, I had the perfect view 
of her panty-covered crotch.  I wanted to see what was under them as 
badly as the guys behind me – and a couple of girls now as well I 
noticed.  

I put one hand on each knee and pushed them as far apart as she could 
spread them and then started to kiss her inner thigh from her knee to her 
crotch.  She must have just shaved before the party because her legs were 
as smooth as silk and so soft on my mouth.  Finally my face was just an 
inch or so from her crotch and I could already smell the odor of her wet 
pussy.  

God her pussy smelled so good!  I have always loved the smell of a horny 
pussy, starting back with my own when I was a preteen and just 
masturbating.  There was something special about it when you were horny 
that just made it taste all the better.  I know some girls have a hard 
time touching themselves, let along tasting their own pussies, but I 
never had that hang-up.  If anything, I love the taste of my own pussy 
better than anyone else’s!

As tempting as it was to rip her panties off of her, instead I just 
pulled them to the side to reveal her pussy.  She was hairier than I had 
thought but that was OK with me.  My mom and Aunt were downright bushy 
and so long as I pushed the hair aside, I didn’t mind having it brushing 
against my face as I licked them.  My tongue reached out and I just 
touched the tip of it to her swollen clit, making her jump under my face, 
pushing me into her crotch as her hips lifted up.

Enough was enough.  I lifted myself up and grabbed her panties, pulling 
them up and off her legs as she put them together and rolled back on her 
back to lift them up so I could get them over her feet.  I tossed them to 
one of the guys who promptly covered his face with it trying to get the 
smell of Lisa’s pussy.  Oh well, I was pretty sure that was one set of 
panties Lisa would never see again.  She lowered her legs again, putting 
one foot on reach side of me to spread her crotch open for me again and I 
resumed my position at her pussy.  God she smell so good!  Her pussy 
tasted great too, strong but not overpowering.

“Take your clothes off!” someone finally called out, breaking the 
silence.

Once the door was opened, the rest of the chimed in, chanting, “Take it 
off, take it off!” as if I was some stripper.

If for no other reason than just to tease them and show them who was in 
control, I decided that I wasn't going to get completely nude for them.  
Instead, I stood up quickly and undid my jeans, dropping them to my 
ankles along with my panties, then stepping out of them along with my 
heels.  That left me with my bra on but I decided to leave it on just to 
make them wonder a little more as to what was hidden from view.  Besides, 
it was a cute bra, even if it WAS a little school- girlish.

I suppose I could have given them a little show and flashed my all-but 
naked body at them but I was more interested in Lisa.  This time when I 
resumed my position I was well aware that everyone was getting a view of 
my naked ass now, without the benefit of my jeans providing cover.  I 
allowed my legs to spread apart a little, giving them a pretty 
unobstructed view of my shaved pussy if they happened to be in the right 
spot to see it.  

Well, talk about things not going as planned... Still, I couldn't have 
planned anything like this.  It was just one of those that works itself 
out and you have to be ready to go with the flow.  I wondered how Kristi 
was doing.  I couldn't hear anything from the downstairs so I didn’t know 
if she was still being fucked or what.  Of course knowing Kristi, the 
odds were the first guy was far from the last.  Hmmm, what would she say 
if she knew what her cousin was doing upstairs?  I didn’t know if she had 
seen me and Lisa making out before.  If so, she hadn’t made any sign of 
it, so she must figure I was off playing my role and probably being 
fucked about now.

Actually, now that I thought about it, it wasn't that bad of an idea.  
Since I had never really established my “secret identity”, nobody in the 
room had any idea who I was or what type of girl I was either.  Obviously 
I liked girls and I was willing to bet every guy in the room was hoping 
Lisa and I were bisexual and maybe a few girls were rooting for us being 
lesbians.  As much as I loved licking Lisa and feeling her squirming 
under me as I rubbed her hips and body with my hands while I licked her 
pussy, my pussy had needs as well!  

Turning my head to the side, I grinned at the crowd and appeared to be a 
little sad, as if I wasn't getting something that I wanted (which didn't 
require much acting, believe me).

“Doesn't anyone want to lick my pussy?” I said in a whining tone, or 
maybe more like a spoiled child asking why she hadn’t gotten the present 
she had asked for.

I didn’t have to ask twice!  Three guys stepped forward and all but came 
to blows arguing over who was going to eat me first.  I just turned my 
head back to Lisa’s smelly pussy and lifted my ass even higher, waiting 
to see who would win out, not really caring but just hoping whoever it 
was got down to business sooner than later..

Mmmmmmm, that was it.  I felt two hands on my ass, spreading my ass 
cheeks apart and then the face of someone pressing against my butt as he 
started to lick my pussy.  He wasn’t exactly talented, more like some 
puppy at work without any idea of what he was doing, but I had to give 
him an “A” for effort.

He only got a few licks in when someone must have pushed him aside and 
another guy took his turn.  This guy started to lick my asshole and it 
tickled more than anything else, making me rock my hips back and forth.  
He must have mistaken my ticklishness for horniness as he tried to push 
his tongue into my asshole.

Now it should be well known to most people that I am NOT an anal fan.  I 
have experimented a few times in the bath tub and there have been a few 
times when guys have done me in the ass when I wasn't in a position to 
stop them.  Still, I can honestly say I have never ASKED anyone to fuck 
me in the ass nor do I like it.  It’s the penetration I dislike though, 
so if a guy wants to lick my asshole, more power to him!  My only thing 
is he better not try to kiss me afterwards.  Since none of these guys 
would be kissing me tonight – THAT I knew for sure, if anyone wanted to 
lick my ass it was fine with me.  Personally, I never saw the fascination 
in licking where I crap but then I guess to each their own.

After getting my ass good and wet, I felt him trying to put a finger in 
me and I had to reach back and slap his hand away firmly.  I didn’t have 
to say anything, that was enough to get my point across although I didn't 
doubt it wouldn't be the last time someone tried for it.  What is it with 
girls and their assholes that fascinate men?  It’s not like right up the 
street I don’t have a pussy designed for their dicks!

Apparently I had started something as it seemed one after the other took 
their turn at my pussy.  Then I felt a tongue different from the rest and 
instantly I knew who it had to be – one of the girls was licking my 
pussy!  Sorry guys, but it’s usually pretty easy to tell the difference 
between a girl and a guy when it came to getting your pussy eaten.  Girls 
just seem to have that instinct of where to lick and how to do it that 
just made it feel oh so much better!  Then again, guys have dicks so I 
think in the end the guys have the overall advantage,

All this time I was working on Lisa and she was groaning now, louder than 
her moans before while she has both hands on her chest, one cupping each 
boob, She had her eyes closed, as if she wanted what was happening to her 
to continue but by closing her eyes she didn't have to acknowledge the 
crowd that was watching her.  I wondered if she had ever done anything 
like this before?  Who knows, maybe she was a “pretender” just like me – 
or then again, maybe she WAS the drunk, naïve schoolgirl.  I probably 
would never know the truth so why not enjoy her as she was?

When Lisa came it was enough to make me momentarily forget whoever it was 
that was licking and playing with my pussy at the time.  Her hips lifted 
up and pressed against my face as she squeezed her boobs hard and groaned 
more than cried out.  She had her eyes closed and appeared to be 
completely oblivious of anything around her.  I could feel her pussy 
contract on my fingers and she tasted wonderful as she came – not a 
gusher by any means but what she did produce was so sweet!

When Lisa was finished, it was like whatever was keeping her conscious 
finally expired.  Her head laid back and her eyes closed while her legs 
went limp.  I moved up on top of her and called her name but she didn't 
respond.  Yep, she was passed out!  I hate to admit it but for a moment a 
really naughty thought came to mind about what the guys in the room would 
do to her in this state but that was replaced by a little more common 
sense – not to mention a bit of selfishness.  After all, who was the only 
girl left conscious on the bed now?

At the time I still had my bra on and it was bugging me to no end so I 
reached behind me and unsnapped it, letting it drop down off my shoulders 
over my arms to the bed.  It felt SO much better to have it off and the 
people in the room seemed to appreciate it as well.  I turned and looked 
around and for a moment it was sort of surreal as everyone just stood 
there quietly, as if not sure what to do next – including me.

“Well, are you all just going to stand there and look or is someone going 
to fuck me?” I said rather matter-of-factly, looking around to see who 
would be the first to volunteer.

I’m sure it took them all a little by surprise but at that point I was 
horny as hell and what was there to gain from being subtle?  There was no 
reason to pretend to be anything but a slut, not after what I’d just done 
with Lisa in front of everyone.  Besides, who’s going to ask questions 
when a girl is kneeling on a bed stark naked and asking who wants to fuck 
her?

Suddenly it was like someone turned off the MUTE button and everyone was 
talking at the same time.  I have to say, it was rather ironic to me that 
here were all these college guys who probably masturbated every night 
that they could be in just this very situation and now that they were in 
it, none of them seemed to be daring enough to take advantage of it.  
What is it about guys that makes them so scared to get naked in front of 
their friends and have sex?

To my surprise, it wasn't one of the guys that stepped forward but a girl 
instead.  She was rather ordinary looking, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt 
which helped to hide what looked to be more than a few extra pounds.  Her 
blonde hair was cut rather short and she didn't appear to be wearing much 
makeup.  I’d noticed her earlier when she and a couple of friends had 
come into the room but hadn’t really paid much attention to her after 
that.  Her friends, to be frank, looked a lot hotter than she did but 
they weren't the ones making their way towards me.

“Well, if you guys don't want her, I do,” she announced, flipping her 
hair back as she got onto the bed and kneeled in front of me.

She was making no effort to strip or anything so I figured she just 
wanted to taste my pussy.  Well, who was I to deny her?!

Lisa was curled up in her side over on one side of the bed so I laid next 
to her with my head against a pillow.  I spread my legs apart lewdly and 
motioned with my finger for the girl to come and get it – with “it” being 
my wet and ready pussy.  Everyone was talking now and I heard a few 
things like “sluts” and “lesbians”.  Hey, it was HER that wanted to eat 
my pussy so it wasn’t like I was a pure lesbian.  All a guy had to do was 
whip his dick out and I would have been more than happy to let him fuck 
me!

The girl quickly went for my pussy and got started.  I have to say, she 
was obviously quite experienced and had one heck of a tongue!  It felt 
great when she would suck on my clit and then push her talented tongue up 
into me about as far as I can remember anyone doing.  She didn't touch me 
with her fingers, instead using her hands to push my thighs further apart 
to make it easier for her to get her head buried in my crotch.  

Whether it was being with Lisa, having the guys licking my pussy, having 
this strange girl lick my pussy, or just doing it all in front of these 
people... whatever it was I came quickly.  It was like I had this flood 
all dammed up inside of me that was trying to break free and her tongue 
in my pussy and lips on my clit were all that was needed to break the 
dike and let it all come flooding out – literally.

As I came I looked around and it made it even better to see the people 
watching me.  Most of them, especially the girls, seemed to realize what 
was happening to me and I loved the looks on their faces.  Some seemed 
turned on, others maybe a little disgusted, and then some just tried to 
pretend it didn’t faze them but I knew that was just a put-on expression.

Whoever it was that had just brought me to a climax, she apparently got 
what she wanted by making me cum and she climbed off the bed without so 
much as saying a word to me.  She returned to her girlfriends, wiping my 
cum off her face.  I smiled as she tried to kiss on the them but they 
pulled away – whether because they weren't into girls or because of my 
pussy cum on her face, I don't know.

FINALLY one of the guys got his courage up (not to mention something else 
below his belt) and stepped forward, the crowd cheering him on.  He was 
unbuckling his pants and by the time he got to the side of the bed he had 
them undone and the zipper down.  I twisted around until I was laying 
crossways on the bed, trying not to disturb Lisa too much although I 
think at this point there wasn't much I could do to wake her anyway.  I 
got up on my elbows and pulled his pants and boxers down, allowing his 
semi-hard dick to flop out.  It was respectable if not magnificent but 
regardless I wouldn't have complained.  By now I just wanted a dick and I 
wasn't about to worry about what size it was so long as it got hard and 
fucked me!

Once his dick was free I put my hands back down to steady myself and just 
took his dick in my mouth and sucked on it.  Mmmmmmm, it felt so good to 
finally have a dick in my mouth.  He was already about half-erect when I 
started and he quickly grew as I let him stroke it on and out of my 
mouth.  It felt so cool to feel him getting thicker and longer as I blew 
him.  It was like a balloon expanding in my mouth but much tastier and 
stiffer.

Soon he was fully aroused which was good enough for me.  Had it been just 
me and him I might have sucked on him for as long as he could take it, 
maybe even letting him cum if he thought he could do it again quickly.  
Two things caused me to change my usual routine; first I had to keep in 
mind WHY I was really there – to entertain.  Yet just as important, at 
least for me, wanted to be fucked!  OK.  so it was a little selfish of me 
but sometimes a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do.

Letting his dick pop out of my mouth (as erect as his dick was, when I 
released it the thing literally popped up and stood up erect) and looked 
up at him with a wicked grin.  “Ready to fuck me now?”

Yeah, like I really needed to even ask.  Actually, it was as much for the 
crowd as it was for him and as soon as I spoke those words the chant 
began, “Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her...”

I twisted around to face the opposite direction which put my ass right in 
front of him.  bending down on my left elbow, I reached under me with my 
other hand and started to play with my pussy, running my fingers up and 
down my slit between my pussy lips and occasionally dipping one or two 
inside my pussy.  I was soaking wet by now so it wasn't necessary but I’m 
sure my “fans” appreciated it.  The dude grabbed his erection and 
shuffled up against the edge of the bed - his pants were around his 
ankles now so it made anything BUT shuffling all but impossible unless he 
hopped.  Using two fingers, I split my pussy open to give him a clear 
shot at me.

“Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her...” the chants continued as he positioned 
his dick at the entrance to my waiting pussy.

Poor Lisa was lying dead to the world right next to me and I couldn't 
help but admire her incredible nude body as she laid there totally 
oblivious to what was going on beside her.  I could see her cute pussy 
between her ass cheeks as she had her legs tucked tightly into her now in 
almost a fetal position.  Once again I wondered what would happen if a 
guy tried fucking her now.  Was she really a virgin?  I’m sure there was 
at least one or two guys perverted enough to fuck a chick even when she 
was literally unconscious.

“Oh fuck!” I suddenly blurted out.

It was just an automatic reaction to his dick suddenly piercing my pussy, 
pushing its way deep inside of me.  I’d allowed myself to get sidetracked 
by the sight of Lisa and was taken by surprise when his dick suddenly 
violated me.  God it felt so good to have him in me!  At first I just 
stayed still, letting him stroke himself in and out of me.  He had 
gripped me on each of my hips with his hands, rocking me now back and 
forth in time with his thrusts.

It wasn't anything to write home about, just a good old- fashioned 
doggie-style fucking.  Heck though, I wasn't complaining!  He may not 
have been huge but he was at least a little better than average and as 
horny as I was, he could have been a Munchkin and I still would have 
loved him in me.

He must have been pretty horny because it only took a few minutes of this 
before he was ramming me hard and I could tell from the increasingly 
frantic pace that he was about to cum.  Personally, I would have loved 
him to stay in me and cum in y pussy but alas, that wasn't HIS plan.  
Suddenly he pulled out and I felt a warm wet feeling on my butt and back 
as he shot his cum all over me.

I suppose it was a good visual for the crowd but it was about the worst 
place for a man to cum so far as I am concerned.  First I didn't get to 
see him cum, second, I didn’t get to taste it even, and third but not 
last, I couldn’t even really reach it to wipe it up with a finger and eat 
some of it!  About all I got out of the deal was a mess to try and clean 
off later.  Then again, it wasn't MY bed so why should I care if I just 
lay on my back and rub it off later?

Finished, the guy pulled up his boxers and jeans and buckled himself back 
up again, leaving me on the bed with his cum all over me.  I flipped on 
my back and tried to wipe it off as best as I could on the bed covers.  
Yuck, I was going to need a good shower later, that was for sure.

Looking around, it didn’t appear that there was anyone else volunteering 
to do a second act with me.  I certainly wouldn't have minded a little 
longer fucking but at the same time, I felt I’d done my duty, at least so 
far as this room was concerned.  Lisa was still out of it and I figured 
if I just covered her up and left her that she should be ok.  The crowd 
seemed to sense that the “show” was over for now and had started to 
disperse.

I wondered how Kristi was doing.  Rather than mess up my tops, I just 
grabbed my panties and bra and put them on.  You could say in some ways 
they were less risqué than most of the bathing suits and bikinis I wore 
although for some reason, guys seemed to find lingerie more sexy than 
bikinis.  Maybe it was the “I’m seeing something I shouldn’t” factor or 
whatever you want to call it.


Chapter 6 – Back Downstairs With Kristi
=======================================

Grabbing the rest of my clothes, I followed the crowd down the stairs 
back to the living room where I found my darling little cousin was still 
hard at work – if you can call what she was doing work!  It was getting 
pretty late but there was still quite a few people watching as it 
appeared she was having no problems finding guys to fuck her.  Then 
again, no doubt she was more aggressive than I had been upstairs.  I 
stood there off to the side barefoot in my panties and bra, clutching my 
clothes to my chest as I watched a pro in action.  Damn, that girl knew 
how to put on a show!

For maybe another hour or so I watched as Kristi took one guy after 
another, sometimes alone, sometimes in groups, sucking and fucking them 
as they filled every hole – and I mean EVERY hole.  Some guys just jerked 
off and moved in to cum on her while others took in the ass or pussy.  It 
seemed she had a dick in her mouth almost continuously, leaving it empty 
only long enough for the next one.  She looked a wreck with cum all over 
her, in her hair and even in her ears (hence the EVERY hole observation I 
made earlier).  Through it all, it was like she never got tired, never 
got enough.  Each guy got the same treatment as the one before.  It was 
like watching a true professional and it made me understand why she had 
been in such demand when she was hooking.

In the meantime I had gradually gotten myself dressed.  I considered a 
few times joining in with her and I’m sure nobody would have complained 
but it was her show and I let her be the star.  I guess if I’m completely 
honest I would say I was also a little intimidated and I didn't want to 
be shown up by her but I would never admit that to her, not in a million 
years.

I can’t really say why it ended but it just did.  One minute she was 
getting another load of sperm on her face and the next she was just 
sitting there with a slightly dazed look on her face.  I had no idea how 
many guys had fucked her but it probably wasn't as many as it seemed at 
first judging from the number of onlookers who did NOT do her.  I moved 
over to her and she finally noticed me.

“Hey, you look a wreck!” I teased her.

“Crap, that was crazy,” she sighed, holding her head in her hands and 
then looking up at me with a perky smile, “But I loved it!  Did you get 
to watch any of it?”

I explained to her quickly what I had been doing and then some guy came 
over and leaned over to talk to us.  He was saying something about 
wanting to take us to another bedroom or house, I wasn't quite sure, but 
I told him we were heading home soon.  Kristi started to say something – 
I think she actually was interested in the offer!  Before she could 
volunteer I told the guy again it was over for the night and went to work 
trying to clean Kristi up enough to go home.  What she needed was a long 
hot shower followed by a soaking bath but that wasn't going to happen 
here so all I could do was wipe away the majority of the cum on her and 
try to get her dressed so at least she wouldn't be naked in the car.

In the end I drove us home as Kristi was acting like she was drunk.  I 
hadn’t seen her drinking much but who knows what she had done while I was 
up in the bedroom.  Perhaps she was just “drunk” with sex, I don't know, 
but in any case I wasn't about to let her drive in her condition.  We 
made it home just fine where try as I did to get her to shower, she just 
dumped her clothes and flopped in bed, falling asleep almost the moment 
her head hit the pillow.

Seeing Kristi sprawled out on her belly on the bed, I was reminded of 
Lisa back at the party.  With everything going on with Kristi I had 
forgotten all about her.  A momentary pang of guilt hit my stomach as I 
wondered what had happened to her.  My worst fear was that sooner or 
later some guy would get drunk enough to assault her in her condition.  
Oh well, ther4e was nothing I could do about her now and in any case, she 
was old enough to be responsible for herself.

Unlike Kristi, there was no way I was going to bed without a shower, even 
though I had very little cum on me, especially compared to Kristi.  It 
felt good to feel the warm stream of water on me, cleansing everything 
away.  I was SO tired by now that even the temptation of the shower 
massager wasn't enough to keep me from heading straight to bed.

Oh well, I was sure there would be plenty of time to masturbate in the 
morning.  For now I was ready to go to bed and go to SLEEP this time.  My 
last thoughts were of Kristi and how incredible it had been to watch her 
fucking those guys.  Yes indeed, old habits DO die hard and I wondered if 
she was really going to be able to leave her old job behind her.  Only 
time will tell I guess.

THE END


  
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