Subject: Second Bachelor Party
Story Codes: MMF F-solo group oral exhib adultery
Diary Date: April 2, 2005
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Just goes to prove that smaller doesn't necessarily mean less. This party
was more intimate than my first one but no less fun!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Getting Ready to Do It Again
Chapter 2 - The Taxi Ride
Chapter 3 - Pre-Party Warm-up
Chapter 4 - The Party Begins
Chapter 5 - Earning My Tips
Chapter 6 - Doing Them All
Chapter 1 - Getting Ready to Do It Again
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It was time for my second bachelor party and by now I was starting to
feel comfortable as an escort and entertainer. With one bachelor party
and four escorting jobs under my belt (or skirt to be more correct) I was
starting to feel like a pro ( "pro" as in expertise, I am NOT a whore!).
At my first bachelor party I had been scared stiff to start out although
by the end of the night everything turned out great. Each time I went
out as an escort it just kept getting better and I was looking forward to
my fifth "client".
People ask me why I got into the escort business; well it was pretty
simple actually. I was accustomed to getting laid practically on a daily
basis at home, and I found that going to a Christian college with very
strict rules about personal behavior was a lot more difficult than I had
anticipated and when you get horny enough you do things that you might
not otherwise do!
Actually, my freshman year turned out not to be so hard since my roomie
was my first lesbian experience outside my family. My sophomore year was
a lot harder though because rooming with a sexy but virginal roomie left
me practically dying with sexual frustration. Admittedly working an
escort may have been a bit unorthodox to say the least, but it has turned
out to be exactly the remedy I needed. Each date was a new experience,
totally different than the one before, and each provided me with some
truly awesome sex.
At first I was worried that somehow this would be crossing the line
between being a slut (which I am rather proud to be called) and turning
tricks as a whore or prostitute (which is NOT something I would be proud
to be called). What helped me rationalize it all was I knew the guys
were legally only paying for dinner, not sex, and that if we had it then
it was up to me to make that decision. A whore, on the other hand, just
takes anyone's money and does what the client pays her to do. I could
you could say that to me, being an escort was like being a slut - with
benefits!
As I said earlier, tonight was going to be bachelor party number two for
me. According to the service there would be only six guys this time so I
knew it would be a little different than my first one which had almost
twice as many horny men. I still get wet whenever I remember the first
one where I had a room full of stiff guys all staring at me with nothing
but lust in their eyes and raging hard-ons between their legs making it
one of the most erotic experiences I have ever had. Some girls find it
unnerving to be looked at as merely an object for sex and not as a real
person but I find it incredibly erotic and naughty. I’ve always loved it
when men want me just because of what they see, when all they desire is
to touch and feel my body and are more than willing to do almost anything
just to see it, let alone do anything more.
Now if it turns me on to have ONE man look at me that way, imagine what
it is like to have a whole roomful of guys staring at me. Then to be
fucked by each of them while the others watched, regardless of their age
or marital status, is enough to make me wet and cum over and over again
just thinking about it.
As with all my escorting assignments, this one started out as an e-mail
from my agency providing me with the details of the party including an
introduction written by the guy paying for the girl. I receive at least
two or three of these virtually every day but usually they don't fit the
type of party I want to do. Sometimes they were too close to me, others
were too far away, or sometimes just the introductory letter scared me
away. I figured if a guy couldn't or wouldn't take the time to write
something coherent and interesting then odds were it wasn't going to get
any better when we met. Finally an interesting invitation came through
that caught my eye. It was rather short but to the point:
My brother is getting married to the woman of my dreams, the bastard! To
make it worse I'm his best man so now it is my duty to arrange his
bachelor party. Actually he's my best friend as well and one of us had
to lose when it came to her. While I wish the two of them all the best,
it's my sworn duty to ensure that before he rides off into the sunset of
marital bliss he enjoys one last night of hedonistic pleasures. The two
of us will be joined by four of his closest friends for an evening with a
beautiful and sexy girl willing to be open minded, comical, but most of
all downright slutty for an evening none of us will ever forget -
including her. I have sworn that this will NOT be my father's bachelor
party!
There was something about that last sentence that caught my eye and made
me laugh. I think everyone thinks of a bachelor party as a bunch of
randy guys getting drunk while a stripper or two cavorts about teasing
them and lord only knows what else. Actually, that essentially describes
my first bachelor party so I was curious what this guy had in mind that
was going to make his party different. Well, there was only one way to
find out...
Until now all of my clients had been from the Columbus area so when I
expressed interest and learned the actual address of the party I was a
bit surprised to see it was in the opposite direction - northwest of my
university. It was still in a pretty big city and although I go there
regularly to shop I had never been to the specific area where the party
was being held. It didn't really matter, I guess, since the agency would
send a taxi to take me there and bring me back home as well.
After I’d accepted the assignment I struggled for the next few days
trying to figure out what to wear. Because the guy had been so adamant
that this was going to be something different I wanted to be different as
well so the "typical" stripper costume was out. Besides, I had done the
catholic schoolgirl thing at the last party and I didn't want to do a
repeat already with just my second party.
Then suddenly inspiration struck and I knew exactly what to wear. The
girls at every bachelor party I had ever seen on TV or movies showed up
all slutty looking and there was no doubt what they were there for. Why
not show up as the stereotypical naïve "girl next door"? I picked out a
nice pair of jeans that were tight but still allowed me to breath, unlike
most of my other ones!.
For my top I went to my old reliable pink blouse that I wear everywhere
but in this case I added something it had never touched before - a bra.
In this case it wasn't anything from Victoria's Secret, just a plain
white bra straight from the JC Penny catalog.
The same applied to my panties - another useless piece of clothing under
normal circumstances so far as I was concerned. I dug out a pair of
plain white cotton panties that were still sealed in the package. I had
almost thrown them away a little while before because I figured I would
never wear them but fortunately I had hung onto them as they were perfect
for this situation! Some low cut socks and pink sneakers finished off
the outfit.
Of course, to REALLY set the stage I needed to not just dress the part
but LOOK the part as well so I grabbed a rubber band and pulled my hair
back into a ponytail. I put on just a little makeup to cover a few
blemishes and such but nothing that stood out. Some light red lip gloss
and my face was done! A touch of Charlie perfume (a preference I
inherited from my mom) on my neck and a dash of Johnson's baby powder
between my boobs and bra and I was set! I smiled as I looked into the
mirror as I saw the perfect virginal girl standing there, looking so
innocent and naive! Boy would anyone thinking THAT be totally wrong!
Chapter 2 - The Taxi Ride
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I packed some makeup and a hair brush into a small bag and I was set to
go. The taxi, as always, was right on time. The driver never said a
word the entire time leaving me to sit in the back seat thinking about
the evening to come. I leaned back against the corner of the seat behind
the driver so he couldn't see me very well and closed my eyes as I
wondered what I would be doing in just another hour or so. My hand
subconsciously started to rub myself between my legs as I imagined cocks
I had never seen before surrounding me such that no matter where I looked
there was another one waiting for me, reaching out wanting me to suck it
or let him stuff it inside of my cunt.
In my dream it was like I was swimming in a sea of cocks as I reached
down to unbuckle my belt and unsnap my jeans. In the silence of the cab
it was amazing how loud the sound of a zipper being pulled down can be!
The driver must have heard because when I opened my eyes I glanced up to
see him peering in the rear view mirror. Our eyes met briefly in the
mirror and then he quickly looked forward again, acting as if nothing was
going on behind him.
I slumped down in the seat more to make it easier to slip off my panties
and jeans. The plastic seat felt cool against my bare bottom as I
dropped the jeans to the floor, putting one leg up on the seat while I
kept the other on the car floor. My hand cupped my crotch as I wondered
what the driver was thinking of the rustling sounds coming from behind
him. I had no doubt that he knew exactly what my plans were for the
evening so most likely he wasn't too surprised that I was masturbating in
the back seat as after all, I was one of "those" girls. I really didn't
mind the designation so if that is what he was thinking then it was fine
with me. If anything, it was time to convince him even more of what kind
of girl I was!
My hand rubbed my bare crotch and I slowly began to work my middle finger
down between my pussy lips. I pushed one fingertip in to my pussy hole
and wetted the tip, drawing it back out to lubricate my throbbing clit.
I did this several times until my entire pussy was slick and wet with my
pussy juices.
Mmmmmmm, it felt good to run my fingers up and down my slit, touching my
clit ever so briefly and then pressing my finger back into my hole to get
it wet again. My dream of being surrounded by cocks resumed and my mouth
was moving silently as I imaged sucking each one of one of them in turn
while the rest stroked themselves as they waited for me to attend to
them. Each one was ready to cum by the time they got into my mouth so it
didn't take much to get them to shoot their entire load either in my
mouth or over my face and boobs.
I pushed my finger in deeper as I imagined another line forming except in
this case it was to fuck me. One after another they would press between
my legs and position their cock in front of my cunt and then ram
themselves deep inside of me. I was still sucking cocks so it became a
race to see who could cum first - the guy I was sucking or the one
fucking me. I love it when a man cums and in my dream I was being
covered in it!
The more I dreamed the faster I rubbed my clit and the closer I came to
my orgasm until finally the dam burst! I couldn't help but moan softly
as my hips lifted up off the car seat and I felt the fire emerging to
overwhelm me with the purest form of pleasure imaginable. There is
nothing subtle about an orgasm - it hits you like a ton of bricks and
there's no question whether you have had one or not (at least so far as
the girl knows) - guys never seem to have a clue which is why it is so
easy to fake orgasms for them. Girls know though - trust me on that one.
I have never had a girl successfully fake an orgasm for me!
My fingers were covered in my pussy cum and I dipped them into my mouth
and licked everything that I could off. God I loved the taste of my
pussy! From the very first time that I ever touched myself I couldn't
resist licking my fingers afterwards and I loved it from the very first
time. I guess it is sort of like sperm - some girls love it and some
absolutely abhor the very mention of tasting it, let alone swallowing a
load of it. Well, count me in the "love it" camp, that's for sure. To
be honest though, I 'm not so sure it is the actual cum I love so much or
how I get it!
I would have loved to have gone for a second time but we were getting
into civilization again and I knew we would be at the party soon so I
reluctantly pulled my fingers away. I laid back again for a few minutes
to let the aftershocks of my orgasms settle down and I could feel my
pussy throbbing. The feelings weren't going away very quickly which
meant I must have been horny as hell!
The taxi slowed when we reached the address which turned out to be a
simple ranch farm house out in the country a bit. There was a barn and
some other buildings and I could see some cows out behind the barn. We
drove up the long gravel driveway and came to a stop at the front
entrance.
The driver handed me his voucher which I signed and then he gave me his
card for me to call when I was finished. I told him I had absolutely no
idea when I would be done and he just smiled and said to take my time, he
was paid by the hour. He also told me he would be at the small cafe we
had passed just down the road a bit and to call if I ran into any
trouble. I wasn't sure what he exactly meant but he certainly looked
like the type that could take care of himself - and ME if necessary.
Chapter 3 - Pre-Party Warm-up
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As soon as we pulled up a guy came out from the house to greet me. He
looked to be in his early 20's and had an athletic build I could identify
even from a distance. Up close I could see a classic handsome face with
a smile to melt your heart and eyes that sparkled with enthusiasm.
Hmmmmmm, so far so good! He introduced himself as Bob, the best man who
had arranged for the party tonight. He said none of the others were here
yet and to come in and make myself comfortable.
Going into the house he explained it was his parents' farm and that he
lived with them still. It turned out my guess was pretty close - he was
actually 22. His parents were visiting his uncle at his farm in Michigan
and wouldn't be back for a few days which left the place all to him -
perfect for a party!! He led me to the living room and offered me a seat
on the couch. He took up station in a chair across from it, sitting down
and looking me over like a prize animal at a fair.
"Damn, you look so sweet! Kelly isn't it?" he asked.
That was all any of my clients were told, just a first name and nothing
else. He had no idea where I had come from or even if Kelly was my real
name. I just nodded and kept quiet, waiting for him fill me in on what
his plans were. Before he told me that it seemed he had other concerns
that needed to be addressed first.
"So, how old are you REALLY?" he asked.
I told him I was twenty but he looked at me rather skeptically and said,
"Hmmmmmm, I'd like to take your word for it but do you have a driver's
license to prove that? You look a little younger than that if you ask
me."
He quickly smiled and held up his hand to say, "Now that's not a BAD
thing, you look great."
Well, there was no way I was going to let anyone to go through my things
and find out who I really was so I wasn't carrying any identification,
let something like a driver’s license.
When I shook my head and explained to him that the service had verified
my age, he looked at me again and said, "Well, I just hope you're telling
the truth. God help me, I don't want any problems with an underage girl.
We just want to have some fun tonight and not get thrown in jail!"
I must have looked a bit exasperated - at least I certainly FELT that
way.
"OK," he laughed, "sorry, just had to be sure. So anyway... I'm sure
you're wondering what the story is for tonight so let me lay it out for
you...
Bob then explained his plans for the evening. For a city girl like me it
was definitely unusual to say the least. To put it simply, I had never
even been IN a barn before let alone strip and fuck in one. Bob looked
me over yet again and grinned, saying I was dressed perfect for the part
- sexy young farm girl putting out in the hayloft like every farm boy's
wet dream. Well, it certainly was going to be a different experience for
me if nothing else and after all, that's why I was doing this in the
first place.
I only charged because people expected it. Little did they know I would
have PAID to do this! Bob didn't want the other guys to see me
beforehand so he asked me to stay in the guest bedroom. I didn't mind so
he led me down the hall and opened one of the doors for me and led me in.
It was exactly how I would have pictured it - queen-sized bed with a
quilted cover and matching pillow shams, old pine chest of drawers and
side table, and even a small bathroom just for the guest staying there.
Bob asked if it was OK and I nodded so he left, closing the door behind
him.
All alone now, I looked the room over more closely, looking at the
pictures of their family over the years. It seemed rather surreal,
almost as if I was invading their privacy by being here for the nasty
reason I was. Under the circumstances I wasn't in the least bit tired
but with nothing else to do I sat on the edge of the bed and listened as
cars began to pull up into the driveway - or more correctly, trucks by
the sound of them.
Several pulled up and I heard guys entering the house, laughing and
joking. It was hard to make out exactly what they were saying but it
wasn't hard to tell they were all in a party mood. Eventually I guessed
the groom showed up because everyone cheered and the general noise level
rose. It was driving me crazy to be in here, like I was being hidden
away to be presented as some sort of prize. Actually, I guess that was
exactly what they were expecting when I thought about it. The door
suddenly opened and Bob quickly came in and closed the door behind him.
"OK, here's the deal Kelly," he said in a business like tone suddenly.
“I'm going to take you out to the barn where you'll hide in the hayloft.
I've got a screen set up and a projector where we'll be watching some
porn flicks. John doesn't know you're here so he won't be expecting
anything. At some point, I don't know when yet but I'll figure it out,
when everyone is having a good time I'll call you out and then it's up to
you."
"So what do you want me to do?" I asked him. It was all I could do to
keep from grinning as it felt like I was a waitress taking an order
except in this case, I was the menu!
Bob hesitated, as if he was a little embarrassed. He looked down at the
floor and said, "Well, the agency DID say that you were one of their
'special' girls."
I moved up closer to him and gave him a nasty grin. "Yeah, you could say
that I guess. So let's get to the point - OK? Just tell me Bob, do you
wanna fuck me or not?"
I heard Bob suck in a breath when I said that and he actually blushed
just a bit! Somehow I doubted that any girl had ever been quite so
direct with him before. "Well..., " he said in a low voice, "That WAS
sort of what I was hoping you would do."
"Well of course I will... but there is just one condition," I said in a
low voice to him as I put my hand on his crotch. I could feel his cock
stiffening through his jeans as it responded to my touch. "ALL of you
have to fuck me or NONE of you can."
Bob's eyes widened at that, "You're kidding... even John?"
I nodded and he grimaced just a little bit, "God damn it all, Julie would
kill him if she ever found out! Not to mention Bill and Jeff's wives.
Are you sure you can't just let a few of us do you while the others
watch?"
I rubbed him through his jeans and smiled up at him. "Nope! I guess if
you really want to fuck me then you'll just have to convince them."
Bob chuckled and took my hand from his crotch saying, "Well, if you’re as
hot as I think you are, a few beers and those ol' farm boys will agree to
anything you want I'm sure. C'mon, let me take you out there before
someone sees you."
Bob led me out from the bedroom and down the hallway in the opposite
direction from where quite a noisy party seemed to be going on. We moved
quickly across the lawn to the barn and went in through a wooden side
door. I had never been in a barn in my entire life other than at a zoo
and the first thing I noticed was the overwhelming smell. There was the
odor of animals that stunk badly but there was also a sweet aroma of hay
that tempered it to a tolerable level. A wooden ladder led up to a
second floor and that was where Bob was headed.
He motioned for me to go first and as I climbed I realized why - he was
right behind looking up at my ass! Oh well, I certainly didn't mind if
he looked and soon I reached the top and there was a huge area partially
filled with hay bales but most of it was empty. A makeshift screen had
been erected by holding a white sheet against the wall with a projection
video machine on a small table in the center pointed at it. A few bales
had been set out for seats and I guessed that this was where Bob was
planning to show his porn flicks. A couple of large coolers were also
there and I imagined there was enough alcohol in them to drown a small
army.
"Over here Kelly," Bob called, bringing my attention back to him.
He was standing over by a large pile of hay bales and motioning for me to
come over to him. I did as he said and saw he had piled them up to
create a hiding place for me. He even had a couple of beers set out for
me!
"We'll be out in a little while," he said, "I thought you might like a
little something to loosen up."
I thanked him but told him I didn't drink. He looked surprised and
apologized for not having anything else. Bob promised to bring me out
some water later when he returned so I just sat down on the bale and he
left me to return to the party. It felt strange to be sitting there all
alone. It was quiet and dim with just a little light coming through a
window near the top of the barn. Fortunately it was warm for this time
of year and the barn was even warmer than it was outside so although I
was cool, it was tolerable.
Chapter 4 - The Party Begins
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About fifteen minutes or so went by before I heard them coming out. They
were all laughing and joking, teasing Bob about the movies and warning
him they had better be good. The floor shook a bit as they clambered up
the ladder and immediately hit the coolers for more beers. A bottle of
water suddenly appeared around the corner and dropped at my feet. I
opened it and took a big swig as my mouth was dry from the hay dust. The
first video started and I immediately could tell it wasn't the type of
porn my dad liked to watch. At least his had a little class to them!
I peeked though some bales and I could clearly make out what was on the
screen. There was no story line or plot, it was just one scene after
another of guys fucking girls. They seemed to be loving it but it just
turned me off. There was nothing sexy to me to see some whore being
fucked by anywhere from one to a dozen guys, just lying there letting
them fuck her in every hole - and I mean EVERY hole in her body.
This only lasted about fifteen minutes when the next series started and I
gasped as I realized it was women being fucked by various animals. There
was a couple of dogs and one girl even sucked off a horse! It was
interesting - I never realized how much cum a horse could deliver! Sexy
though? Well, not for me but they sure seemed to love it. From their
reactions I started to wonder if the guys even needed me! Then Bob got
up and made an announcement.
"OK guys - quiet for a minute!" he shouted in order to be heard over the
hooting and hollering." The noise level dropped considerably and he
continued. "Why watch movies when the real thing's available?" he asked,
spurring them on. THAT certainly got their attention as suddenly it got
quiet as a church.
"We all know that tomorrow it's John's turn to give up the good life and
join the ranks of the sexually frustrated. Well, I didn't want him to
spend his last night just watching porn and jerking off."
Everyone started laughing at that with a few jokes such as, "Ahhhhhh, let
him beat off in peace!" thrown in. Bob laughed and cut them off. "Now
John, don't say your brother never did anything for you because I have
the best bachelor party present ever... Come on out Kelly!"
I slipped around the pile of hay and everyone turned to stare at me.
They started to cheer and clap, it was crazy how drunk they looked to be
already and I tried to keep smiling even though I was starting to wonder
if this was such a good idea. Well, I figured there was no turning back
so onward I went until I was standing in front of them.
"Damn Bob, you just pick her up from school or what?" one of the guys
said loudly, taking a drink from his beer bottle. He was in the center
and from the looks of things I guessed he must have been the groom. It
was time for me to take over before things got out of hand.
"What's the matter John?" I said in a teasing voice, "She got you
neutered already? I thought this was suppose to be a party!"
Everyone roared with laughter at that, teasing John about being married
already, telling him to "go for it", whatever "it" was but I had a pretty
good idea! I slowly walked around the six of them and had to admit it
wasn't a bad group of guys. They all looked to be in their twenties and
sure enough a couple of them had wedding rings on which told me either
they didn't know I was going to be there or they didn't know what my
plans were! It was funny how married men would usually take off their
rings before cheating on their wives, as if somehow that made it OK. The
mark the band left made it so obvious they may as well have been wearing
the ring but I guess it soothed their conscious.
As for me, I preferred them to keep the ring on as it reminded me of the
woman they were betraying. As I walked by each one I would stop in front
of him and touch him slightly, maybe on the top of the head, a touch to
the thigh, nothing directly sexual, just a little tease.
As I made my way through them I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, one button
every couple of guys until by the time I was around it was all but
undone. Back in the middle again I slowly pulled the shirt tails out of
my jeans and undid the final button, letting it hang loose on me so my
bra was clearly visible to them. I twirled around which caused my shirt
to fly open. With my back to them I allowed the shirt to drop off my
shoulders and then slowly to the floor.
I crossed my arms over my boobs, like a little girl would if her brother
walked into her room when she was dressing, and turned to face them again
with an innocent look. Then I motioned for John to come to me and I took
his hands and put them on the clasp between my boobs.
"Hey, she wants you to take her bra off!", one of the guys yelled as if
John needed to be told that.
Oh well, he was obviously drunk so I guess he had an excuse for being an
idiot! John turned his head to them and then back to me and with a leer
he fumbled with my bra. It was only two little clasps but he took
forever to figure them out. I was about to help him when it sprung open
and my boobs literally popped out from their constraints.
"Oh yeah, look at those tits!" someone yelled.
"Are they real?" came another voice.
Well, if I HAD paid for these boobs then somebody owed me a refund but
that didn't matter, I knew what the intent was - he wanted John to feel
me up. John didn't really need any encouragement as he put one hand on
each boob and squeezed them tight - almost too tight but I didn't say
anything.
"They're real alright," he confirmed to them.
He evidently wasn't satisfied completely because he didn't take his hands
off of me. I finally had to pull his hands away - it was like they were
glued on!. All the while I kept smiling at him as if he was the sexiest
guy in the world.
"Now now, you were just suppose to see if they were real or not," I
teased.
I backed away a bit and moved over to the side and sat on a hay bale.
"Anyone else feel a need to check them out?" I asked mischievously.
Needless to say, the remaining five all felt the need to verify it for
themselves and each one in turn reached down and grabbed my boobs. As
they finished I pushed away someone trying for seconds and they all
teased him for being an idiot - their words, not mine!
They didn't sit down though; instead they surrounded me in a circle and
watched as I played with my boobs for them. To be honest, I liked it
better when I did it instead of the groping they had just done. I
reached behind and pulled the wrap out of my pony tail and let my hair
hang free. It was time to shed the innocent school girl look and become
the slut they wanted. One hand drifted between my legs and I started to
rub myself through my jeans.
"Take 'em off!" they started chanting.
I made them wait though, not giving in to them TOO easily. It felt good
rubbing myself and with my jeans as tight as they were it was almost like
they weren't even there. I looked around me and smiled.
"Anybody want to help me undress?" I asked in an innocent voice.
Needless to say I had six volunteers immediately and finally it was Bob
that won out the shoving contest. He kneeled down between my legs and
his hands reached for my belt which he easily undid. He unsnapped my
jeans and when he tried to reach for the zipper I slapped his hand.
"I can do that!" I admonished him as I leaned back and slowly unzipped my
jeans.
By spreading the top of my jeans apart, I allowed them to see my white
cotton panties underneath. I wasn't ready to show them my pussy quite
yet so I reached under my panties with my hand and pushed my fingers down
inside between my legs until they touched my wet pussy. God I was
already soaked! My finger rode over my clit and I moaned softly as it
responded to the attention. There was dead silence as I masturbated
underneath my panties, letting their imaginations run wild as to what my
pussy looked like with my finger in it. After a bit I pulled my hand out
and held it up.
"Anybody want to taste my fingers?" I asked coyly.
Again a shuffle ensued and this time it was someone different who muscled
his way to the front of the line. I put my finger in his mouth and felt
his tongue touch it and then I pulled it back out again. He looked
around, smacking his lips and nodding his approval of the vintage to
everyone. I started to pull my jeans down but then I looked at where I
was sitting and stopped.
"Hey, I need something to sit on here if you want me to take off my
jeans," I said to them.
They looked everywhere but there wasn't a blanket or anything for me to
sit on and I wasn't about to set my bare bottom on that scratchy hay
bale. Bob saved the day, stripping his shirt off and offering it to me.
I wasn't sure what I was more interested in - the shirt or his muscular
chest! I stood up and he spread it out underneath me. Before I sat back
down again I pulled my jeans down to my ankles, leaving me with just my
panties on. The jeans were too tight to get over my sneakers so I leaned
back on my hands and lifted my legs up until they were horizontal.
Wiggling my feet, I called out, "Hey! A little help here!"
The closest two guys stepped forward, each grabbing one of my sneakers
and untying them. They slipped them off and I kicked off my jeans so now
it was just my panties and socks. The panties would be going soon but
looking at the dirty wood floor I had no plans of taking off my socks! I
sat to one side and lifted one leg up on the bale leaving the other on
the floor which had the effect of exposing my crotch more to them which I
hid with my hand.
"So what do you say guys - shaved, trimmed or hairy?" I asked them with a
seductive smile. "Whoever's the first to guess right gets a reward."
They all started to shout and argue but Bob was the first yell out,
"Totally shaved!" and I pointed at him and nodded my head. "So...
what's my reward?" he asked, rubbing his hands together with glee.
I motioned for him to kneel in front of me and the I pulled my panties to
the side which provided him with an up close and personal look at my
smooth pussy. I used one hand to spread my pussy lips apart and then I
pushed one finger on my other hand into me. Bob just stared, not even
blinking as he watched my every move. I started playing with myself
again as he ogled my pussy like he had never seen one before. The rest
of them were crowding in now, trying to get a better view. I laid on my
back on the bale and lifted my legs up to me and pulled my panties off.
I tossed them to John who grabbed them with a grin.
Then I let each leg fall to the floor on opposite sides of the hay bale,
spreading my legs wide apart. I was nude now, well as good as nude since
I still had my socks on. I felt so sexy being completely exposed and
having all these guys looking at me thinking god only knows what filthy
thoughts about me. I have always loved to be watched when I masturbate
and having six guys at one time made it all the better. I used one hand
to rub my boobs while the other fondled my pussy. I closed my eyes and
concentrated on what I was doing. It felt so good that I almost forgot
what I was there for!
Chapter 5 - Earning My Tips
===========================
I could have just laid there and played for the night but I remembered
what I was being paid for and so I sat up and looked around seductively
at them, sucking my finger with my pussy juice all over it.
I pretended to whine and pout. "Oh my God, I can't believe I'm here
nude, surrounded by six horny guys, all wet and ready to go, and not one
of you has asked me to suck his cock yet!"
From their reactions, I don't think they were expecting this! It was one
thing to have a stripper at a bachelor party, heck it is almost
mandatory! However, except for Bob this was the first time they knew I
might be willing to go a step further with them than just stripping for
them. Bob, having the advantage of arranging for my services and knowing
what was coming, was the first to react and step forward. I sat up and
leaned forward towards him as he stood in front of me.
"Well, do you expect me to do all the work?" I teased him, "C'mon, whip
that bad boy out for me."
Bob looked around at the other guys and shrugged his shoulders. He
unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out though the opening. He was
already starting to get an erection and the head looked scrumptious. He
moved forward enough for me to open my mouth and take him in. My hands
were on my knees as I reached out with my tongue and touched the very tip
of his cock. Then I opened wide and slowly took him in, inch by inch
until my face met his jeans and pressed into his crotch. He was only
about six inches long so it wasn't difficult to get him all in and I sat
there like that, sucking on his cock like I was trying to pull it off of
him. I pulled back to get a breath and then I started bobbing my head,
still with my hands on my knees. He got into the motion and swung his
hips in sync with me, fucking my mouth with his cock.
"Whoa!" someone yelled out followed by a "God damn! Look at her take his
cock!"
I didn't want him to cum yet so now that I had demonstrated the most
basic of blow job skills, I leaned back and let his cock flop out of my
mouth. Looking around, I wiped the spit off my mouth with the back of my
hand and grinned.
"Well, is nobody else interested in a blowjob?" I asked.
It was all I could do not to laugh out loud at the speed of which two
more cocks appeared! I had to admire the two married guys, they both
hung back and resisted temptation, so far anyway. I also was irked that
my primary target, the groom, was also a member of the hold-outs. In the
meantime, I let the other two fuck my mouth just as Bob had, again making
sure I stopped before they came. I wanted them horny enough to want to
fuck me and I knew from the stiffness of each cock that they were
certainly turned on!
I was feeling pretty horny myself by now and I'm not sure who wanted them
to fuck me more, them or me! My pussy was aching with all these hard
cocks surrounding me and none of them in me yet. I grinned at them and
stood on the bale of hay, slowly dancing for them, letting them watch me
as I danced seductively in the nude for them. When I faced John, I
crouched down and played with my pussy as I pointed at him with my other
hand.
"C'mon John, you know you want me," I said. Then I turned and looked
around at the rest of them and grinned. "So wadda ya say boys, am I
gonna get fucked tonight or not?"
John's eyes widened and between the alcohol, the porn and the show so far
I could see he was on the verge of saying yes but not quite there yet.
"Last chance John," I teased, "I know you want me."
"Go for it John!" I heard and looked to see it was Bob.
He still had his cock out and was stroking it. God he must have been
ridiculously horny! I looked at Bob and raised by eyebrows. He looked
frustrated, I knew he wanted to fuck me badly and it must have been
killing him that the rest of them weren't cooperating!
"C'mon guys, she told me before we started it was all or nothing. Damn,
how can you guys turn this down?" he whined.
From the expression on his face and the hand on his belt I figured Bill
was about to do it but Jeff and John were still resisting. I can't
remember any time when I offered myself to a guy that I had been turned
down and I was damned if tonight was going to be the first time so I went
up to Jeff and pressed my nude body against him, my hand between us
pressing against his cock.
"You know, I'm not use to guys turning me down Jeff," I said in a low
voice to him, "What's the matter? Don't you want to fuck me?"
"Oh god!" Jeff moaned, looking around for support but not finding any
sympathy, "Monica would kill me if she found out."
I reached down with both hands and unzipped his jeans. He still had his
hands to his sides but he didn't stop me either. I unbuckled his belt
and unsnapped his jeans and pulled the flaps apart. He was wearing
jockey underwear which was always a pain but I reached my hand inside and
held his cock.
"You have to stop," he protested weakly.
Despite what he was saying he wasn't stopping me so I pulled the front of
his underwear down to expose his dick which already practically bursting
out on its own. It flopped out and I quickly took it in my mouth before
he could say another word and pushed my head down until my face met the
base of his cock. His cock was pretty small so although it just pushed
against the back of my throat I was able to easily swallow all of him.
"Oh my god!" he gasped and he put his hands on my head and pulled me
tight into his crotch. I started sucking on him and knew he was mine!
"Hey Jeff, bet Monica never sucked you like that!" someone called out.
I looked up at him and our eyes met as I held the head of his cock in my
mouth and swirled my tongue around the bottom edge of it. He shuddered
and I saw him roll his eyes, shake his head and wordlessly mouth,
"Noooooo!" to whoever had asked the question. Admittedly I love sucking
just about any cock but it is always best when I knew the guy I was
blowing was getting something better than his girlfriend or wife gave
him.
I sucked him for several minutes and from the way he was breathing and
pulling on my head I knew he was about to cum so I let him flop out of my
mouth and I held his wet cock in my hand. I looked up at him and smiled.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?
"Damn you can suck a cock!" Jeff exclaimed. He tried to pull my head
back into his crotch but I resisted and moved away from him.
"Now, wow??," I teased him, "If you want more you'll have to wait."
Jeff looked disappointed but I knew whatever morals he had about cheating
on his wife were long forgotten now. He wanted me and that was what I
wanted. Now it was time for the groom. John was sitting on a bale and
had been watching everything so despite anything he might say, the bulge
in his pants betrayed his true thoughts. I pushed his legs apart and sat
on one of his legs, my legs in between his, and put my arm around his
neck. My boobs pressed up against him and he looked down at them and
then away as if trying to pretend he hadn't looked. He had both hands
flat on the bale still which meant I had some work to do but I was up to
the challenge! I unbuttoned one of his shirt buttons and reached my hand
inside, rubbing my palm against his chest.
"C'mon John, this could be your last chance you know," I whispered in his
ear, kissing his neck lightly and running my hand down lower until I was
pushing against his belt and jeans. "I really want to suck your cock."
The truth was, I DID want to suck his cock. I loved it when I took a
guy's dick in my mouth and heard him gasp as I drove him nuts with my
mouth. Feeling him grow in my mouth, knowing there was nothing he could
do to stop it from reacting to what I was doing even if he wanted to,
made me feel sexy as hell. Every cock was shaped just a little different
from the others, every guy reacted differently, every guy tasted just a
little bit unique so I never got tired of sucking new cocks. I have
never found a guy who didn't want his cock sucked and it gave me a true
sense of control over them as I knew they would do almost anything to get
me to do it. If anyone was being submissive during a BJ, it was the guy,
not me!
"Do it," he whispered hoarsely.
"Tell me what you want John," I teased him. I knew that I had him now
and it was fun to make him beg a little bit first.
"Fuck it! Just suck my cock you little whore!" he burst out suddenly and
everyone laughed and teased him for the way he had tried unsuccessfully
to hold out.
He unbuckled his belt and unlike Jeff, was wearing grey boxers which were
nice and baggy and easy to access. His cock was pushing upward and he
opened up the fly and it poked out. I licked my lips in anticipation as
it was rock hard and had a huge head! My favorite part of a cock is the
head. I love the way it is all swollen and smooth. It feels food
against my tongue as I run it along the bottom of the ridge that circles
it. Plus, when I get fucked the head is larger than the rest of the
shaft and so if a guy puts himself just enough in me to where his head
just disappears, that actually creates more sensation in me than having
him all the way in me! Having a guy bury himself completely in me is
more a mental turn-on than physical. For the best orgasm, wiggling his
head just inside my pussy hole does it for me every time!
Unlike the other guys, I took John's cock in my hand first and stroked
him gently to start. My hand barely fit around the shaft and I ran my
thumb around the head when my hand was high on his shaft.
"You like that," I said with a naughty grin.
"Quit teasing me and suck it!"
I got off his leg and squatted between his legs. I didn't want to kneel
on the dirty rough floor so I put my arms on top of his legs, one on each
side of me, and while he held his cock out for me I reached forward and
took the head in my mouth until my lips were just over the ridge. My
tongue flickered along the tip of his cock, digging gently into the
opening at the top. He let go of it and I took more of him in. John
easily had the biggest cock of the bunch and my mouth had to stretch to
fit him in. Keeping my right arm on his leg to help me keep my balance,
I reached down and started playing with myself as I remained down with my
knees bent in front of him. I pressed my finger into me slightly and
imagined it was his cock forcing its way inside of me.
Even though I hadn't sucked the last guy's cock, I couldn't take it
anymore. I HAD to get fucked and soon or my pussy was going to explode.
As much as I loved sucking cocks, there came a time when priorities had
to be established and right now, getting a cock inside of me was number
one on my list, and number two and three for that matter. I stood up
between his legs, holding his cock in my hand. I kept his cock in my
hand as I turned around so that my ass was facing him and I could look
out at all the guys watching us. Looking over my shoulder, I caught him
staring at my ass.
"Ready to fuck me big guy?" I said, as much for the rest to hear as him.
"Are you sure you can handle me slut?"
I just laughed at that and holding his cock, I lowered myself down until
I felt the head of it pressing against the outer part of my wet pussy. I
didn't waste any more time. Not only was I dying for a cock but I had
five more to go after all. I sat down and he violated my cunt, his cock
pushing itself up into me until I was sitting down flat on his lap. I
looked down and I could see his cock buried in my pussy and it looked
simply incredible as it spread me apart and then disappeared inside of
me. I’ve always loved seeing a man inside of me while at the same time
feeling his cock filling me up inside. I started to bounce on his cock,
leaning forward to draw him out of me and then sitting back down on his
lap again to push him back inside of me.
"Mmmmmmm, fuck me John!" I cried out, as much for the others actually as
for John.
The others yelled out their encouragement and I noticed a few of them
were stroking themselves. I knew once things got started for real that
the final inhibitions would drop and as usual when it came to predicting
men's reactions to sex, I was right on the money! I smiled as I thought
to myself how soooooo utterly predictable men are! It was like when they
got had all the blood rushed from their brain and every action was
controlled by their dick! It felt great to finally have a cock in me and
even better knowing that this same cock had been promised to someone.
Well, he wasn't married yet and I hoped that when he was saying his vows
he would remember fucking me for even just a moment as he stared into his
bride's eyes. Imagine what she would have said if she knew at the same
time he was pledging his life to her he was remembering fucking me!
I heard him groaning louder and from the additional swelling of his cock
I knew he was getting ready to cum so I got off his lap and squatted in
front of him once again. I held his cock a few inches from my mouth and
stroked the bottom part quickly while I sucked on the head. John groaned
loudly as suddenly I felt the first stream of cum shoot from the end of
his cock like a cannon. I quickly pulled him out and in my haste
misdirected his next shot a bit such that about half of it hit me in the
chin while the rest went on my outstretched tongue. The extra bitter
taste reminding me of the only negative thing about the night so far.
They had been drinking heavily and when that happens, it seems something
happens to their cum and it tastes like crap. Normally I LOVE the taste
of cum and could drink a glass for dinner if it could be bottled. In
this case I let the rest spray all over my face and chest. Actually it
seems most guys get off more from that anyway so it wasn't like I got any
complaints. I spit out the cum that was in my mouth and tried not to
grimace from the nasty aftertaste. I looked up at him and then around at
the other so they could see the cum covering my face.
Now that John had served his purpose I didn't have any more use for him
so I left him and grabbed Bob's shirt from where I had been sitting and
used it to wipe my face and chest off. He didn't complain about his
brother's cum all over his shirt and frankly it wouldn't have mattered to
me if he had. I returned to the center of the group, freshly fucked and
ready for more... a LOT more. I slowly turned in a circle, pointing my
finger at each one of them.
Chapter 6 - Doing Them All
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"OK now, everyone who wants to fuck Kelly, strip your pants off now!" I
said in a dominating voice.
Looking at them I realized that I was now in total control of the
situation. I knew that they would do anything I asked them at this point
and I knew exactly what I wanted from each of them - their hard cock
cumming inside of me. Bob's pants practically flew off while the others
came down a bit more slowly. Jeff was the last to pull his off but even
he finally just grunted and soon I was surrounded by five guys nude from
the waist down as John had already done me so he was just sitting back
and enjoying the show. Hmmm, it was almost like my dream back in the
taxi!
Well, one down five to go. I did the two single guys next, neither of
them exactly memorable but satisfactory... typical for young single guys
it seems these days. If they were about ten years younger at least I
would have had the thrill of being nailed by a young horny teenager; or
if they were older I would have enjoyed being their "daughter" or
"mistress" but with most single twentysomethings, sex was like vanilla
ice cream, boring and plain. Both of them even screwed me exactly the
same way. Each only wanted to do doggie style which was OK with me but
the one thing I really didn't care for was that they both pulled out of
me just before they came and sprayed their cum all over my butt, back,
and even a little in my hair. Why guys get a thrill out of that when I
would love to have them cum deep inside my pussy is beyond me. Each time
I used Bob's shirt to clean as much as I could off of me and the poor
thing was becoming soaked with cum.
With the groom and the two single guys out of the way, that left Bob and
the two married guys. Bob wanted me badly but I was saving him for the
finale so Jeff was my next target. I had sucked him before and I knew as
much as he had protested he enjoyed every minute of it and wanted more of
me. I moved over to where he was sitting and I quickly straddled him.
The hay poked into my knees but I quickly forgot about it. He started to
lean backwards but I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him up. His
cock was like a flagpole below me and with my cunt as wet and used as it
was he slipped easily inside of me. His hands grabbed my ass as I pumped
his cock in and out of me. It took quite a while for him to cum turning
it into an exhausting workout for me.
It was interesting how with some guys, getting drunk made them cum faster
while for most, it seemed to make them more immune to orgasm. Bill fell
into the latter category and it took maybe ten or fifteen minutes before
he finally came and I was glad as I wasn't sure how much longer I could
go on! He tried to lift me off of him so he could cum on me but I
wouldn't let him. I sat down firmly on his cock and literally forced him
to cum inside of me. He was the first to leave his sperm in me and not
only did I love the feeling it gave me when he pumped it into me, I was
just getting tired of having to wipe myself off after each time!
That left Bill and I noticed while I was with Jeff that he had been
fidgeting with his wedding ring while watching him screw me. At first I
was a bit concerned he might back out but the erection he was sporting
betrayed his true desires. One good thing about men, it's easy to know
what they are thinking because they can't control their dicks! I spread
Bob's shirt on the floor and laid down with my back against it. I could
feel the wetness of the other guys' cum in it but it was better than
laying on the dirty floor directly.
I put my knees up by planting my feet close to me and then spread my legs
apart, motioning with both hands for Bill to get down and fuck me. He
started to hesitate but the others clapped him on the back and teased him
until finally he appeared to give in and so he got down on the floor with
me. He held his hard cock in his hand and leaned over me, supporting
himself with one hand to the side of me while he held his stiff cock in
the other. His face was just above mine and he looked me in the eyes.
"I want you to know I have never made love to anyone else since I married
my wife," he whispered to me.
"Don't worry then, I don't want you to make love to me, fuck me!"
"God, I can’t believe I'm doing this..."
"Just fuck me Bill? You know you want to or you wouldn't be on top of me
now so just do it."
"Shit? You're quite the manipulative little bitch, aren't you?" he
muttered but that didn't stop him from directing his cock against the
opening to my pussy. "Oh what the hell, you're just a whore anyway."
At that point I didn't care what he called me so long as he put his dick
in me so I didn't respond to his slur. If it appeased his conscience to
distance himself from what he was doing by rationalizing it as just sex
with a whore then that was fine with me. I had been fucked four time by
now yet I was hornier than I as before the first.
"Why don't you just fuck me then? Don't treat me like your prissy wife?
fuck me like you've always wanted to fuck a girl."
"C'mon Bill, fuck her!" I heard someone cry out, probably John from the
sound of it.
I grabbed Bill's cock from his hand and literally pulled him down to my
waiting pussy. I positioned him right at the entrance to my hole and
lifted my hips upward. I felt his cock slide easily into me thanks to
the lubrication of Jeff's cum that was dripping out of me. I have found
that some men don't care about "sloppy seconds" while others were
positively paranoid about it. Personally, I think it's a homophobic
thing about having their cum in contact with another man. Whatever the
reason, at least it didn't seem to bother Bill one bit. I had picked the
missionary position for him because for me it was the most intimate way
to be fucked and wince Bill had the most trepidations about cheating on
his wife, I wanted him to be the most intimate when he fucked me.
Bill pushed his cock about half-way in me and then he stiffened and
started to pull out of me. I wrapped my legs around him as best I could
and pulled him into me.
"It's too late to back out now Bill? You're in me now so do it."
Bill just groaned and it was like he snapped, like whatever was holding
him back just let loose completely and he suddenly started pumping me
like a wild man, slamming his crotch into me making me gasp for air each
time.
"That's it Bill! Mmmmmmm, you like fucking me more than her, don't you?"
I asked him as he just kept slammed his cock in and out of me.
"You wanna be fucked? Well I'll show you how to get fucked you little
tramp," he growled at me.
Again, it was if he had to make me dirty, a tramp, a whore, anything to
rationalize fucking me without "cheating" on his wife. It didn't matter
to me, adultery was adultery no matter what excuses you used and whenever
Bill was making love to his wife in the future he would never be able to
erase me from his mind. For me, he was just another jerk of a husband
cheating on his wife but for him, I would always be the girl he first
cheated with.
"Cum in me!" I begged him as I felt his strokes getting faster and
faster, his breathing betraying the onset of his orgasm.
He didn't say anything but his actions spoke louder than any words could
have. Suddenly he groaned and I felt a warmth blooming inside of me as
one load after another of his sperm shot into me. He didn't stay around
once he had cum and pulled out immediately leaving me gasping with his
cum dribbling out of my cunt.
"Mmmmmmm, that wasn't so bad now was it Bill?" I said, smiling up at him
as I felt his cum dripping down my ass from where it was draining out of
my pussy.
Bill stood up and looked around as his cock started to droop. "Ok
fellas, not one word to anyone... hear me?"
Everyone just joked and patted him on the back. Somehow I had a feeling
it wouldn't be long before Bill had some explaining to do! That left
Bob, my dear Bob who had been dying to get in my pants since he first saw
me. By now I was starting to feel a bit tired and my legs were
definitely feeling like I had just run a mile but my pussy still wasn't
satisfied and Bob was available so what came next was pretty obvious. I
stood on top of one of the bales and motioned for him to come to me. A
big grin was on his face as he moved closer and when he was within reach
I grabbed his staff and pulled him towards me. He bent his knees to
allow me to guide it under me and I held the tip of his head against my
pussy. He straightened up and in the process drove his cock up into me.
For a moment I felt like an old whore given the way he slipped so easily
into me but I guess there was nothing to apologize for after having just
been fucked by five guys in the last hour! I leaned forward and he put
his arms around me and lifted me up and off the bale. I wrapped my legs
around him and he held me up, impaled on his cock like a marshmallow on a
stick. My arms were tight around his neck as I held on for dear life
while he had his hands under my ass, raising me up and down to fuck me.
He was so strong he made it seem effortless! I guess after lifting all
those bales of hay I must have been pretty easy pick up and fuck this
way.
I had no idea how long he could support me this way but as it turned out
he had been stroking himself for so long, dreaming all night of fucking
me, that he couldn't hold out for very long. I felt him jerk as he
moaned and again the inside of my cunt felt like someone had released a
warm enema in me as his sperm spurt out of his cock and filled my already
cum-drenched pussy. After a few more he held me motionless, as if he was
trying to let the memory of me riding his cock burn itself into his
brain, never to be forgotten Finally he bent his knees until my feet
could touch the bale again and then he bent a little more to let his cock
slip out of me. My pussy tingled and a little cum started to drip out of
me and slide down the inside of my leg.
I looked around at the six of them, each of them now having fucked me and
it was interesting to see the reactions on their faces in the aftermath.
Bob was obviously ecstatic while Bill was definitely having a case of
sexual remorse. Frankly it really didn't matter to me how any of them
felt, I was feeling great and ready for a second round! It WAS a party
to honor John so I went up to him and stood in front of him. Reaching
between my legs, I scooped up some of the sperm and pussy cum that was
dripping from me and I put it into my mouth, smiling at him in a naughty
way.
"Ready for more?" I asked, standing on one leg with the other behind me
and my finger to my lips.
I could only imagine how I looked by now. The innocent and naive
schoolgirl had definitely left the building! My hair felt like it was a
wreck and I could only guess how much cum had missed the mark and was now
congealing in it. Even though I had wiped most of the cum from me, it
still left a film on me and I could feel the stiff dried cum all over me.
My pussy held a mixture of my cum and sperm. I had cum several times,
nothing very big at any one time but enough to keep me sexually at my
peak and even now I wanted more. Unfortunately, as I’ve heard it said,
beer creates the desire but takes away the performance and it was
certainly a truism tonight. I couldn't believe it… here I was offering
myself to them to be fucked as much as they wanted and not one of them
could get it up again! I imagine there would be some jokes and teasing
about it later on but all I knew was that I wasn't getting any more cock
tonight. Bummer!!
Feeling better but somehow not satisfied, I gathered my stuff and left
them to pass out, which is what it looked like they would be doing any
moment now. I slipped on my shoes and carried my clothes down the ladder
and walked nude back to the house. The air was getting pretty cold by
now, even more so considering how hot I was at the time, and so I hurried
back. When I got back to the guest bedroom I looked in the mirror. God,
I really did look a wreck! I couldn't go back to school this way so I
figured what the heck and took a shower in the guest bathroom. My hair
was a complete disaster! There is nothing worse to get out of your hair
than dried and caked on cum and I had a lot more of it than I had
realized.
I felt a thousand percent better though afterwards and there was even a
small blow drier under sink so I could dry my hair. I called the taxi
driver and while I waited for him I put on my clothes and went to wait by
the door. He was there in a matter of minutes, something nice to know if
I had needed him, and he opened the door for me to get in the back seat.
"Everything OK?" he asked.
He was trying hard to be nice to me and I appreciated his concern. I
assured him I was doing fine and the drive back to school was quiet and
uneventful. The only problem I had was by the time we got back all that
cum and sperm had drained and it looked like I had peed in my pants! I
held my bag in front of me as I sneaked into my dorm room. Fortunately
my roomie was dead asleep and didn't hear me come in. I slipped out of
my clothes and threw on a t-shirt as my roomie hated it when I slept
nude, and lay back in bed.
It must have been an hour or more before my mind slowed down enough to
finally allow me to fall asleep. I certainly slept sound that night, the
way only a girl who has been soundly fucked can sleep! The last thoughts
that I remember were wondering if I would ever get the chance to do
another party like this again.
THE END