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