Subject: Old Habits Die Hard (MF, FF, MMF, mast, oral, exhib)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: September 19, 2009
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
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Summary:
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. So 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:
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
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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 ha 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 way 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
seem 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 use 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 fist 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 an 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. Mmmmm, 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 it’s 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 writhe 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. She 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 cant seem to get enough today,” she finally said, almost
apologetically. 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. It was just
there either. 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. Her 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 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 thee 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
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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.
She 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 job.”
Unfortunately, she was right about the pay at my 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 loved 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 it’s 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 it’s 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 your 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 any more.
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 of 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, any way? 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. She 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?”
Hmmmm, 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 others. 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
there 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 as, 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 our 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 it smelled so good! I
have always loved the smell of a horny pussy, starting back 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 of, 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..
Mmmmm, 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 wyes 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 phase 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. Mmmmm, 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 laying 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 it’s 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
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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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