The Present.
Danny and I couldn’t talk much in front of Stan on the drive to the hotel. Nonetheless, as I sat in the front seat I could feel Danny’s eyes staring at the back of my head. Now that we were alone in our suite, I watched while Danny took a short vacation from reality.
“Who are you? What are you,” Danny asked while pacing the floor in front of the mini-bar. I was sitting on a bar stool opening tiny, little bottles and pouring the contents into glasses.
“A week ago, my life was simple,” Danny continued in a voice drained of emotion. “A week ago, I was happy. A week ago you were ignoring me. I was okay with that. From time to time I’d jerk off thinking about your ass. I was okay with that. You needed my help. I was okay with that.”
Danny’s voice began showing emotion, “I thought, ‘Hey! Maybe she’ll go to my sister’s wedding with me?’ I was okay with that. My Mom would be happy that I was dating someone as pretty as you. Carolyn would see that I was doing great without her… Sure, it was all a lie, but I was okay with that!”
Danny stopped and looked at me in confusion and his voice rose a notch more, “But now? Now… My family, my Mom thinks we’re engaged!? Are you serious? Are you some kind of angel, sent by God to punish me for something I did? No! No, you’re not an angel! You’re a Demon! That’s it! You’re a Demon sent to make my life a living Hell!”
I handed Danny a glass before he started pacing again, “Here. Have some bour-bour-gin-ka. I kinda mixed up the bottles. And, Danny? Jerking off while thinking about my ass? That’s just creepy. Flattering, but creepy.”
Danny absentmindedly took a healthy gulp of his bour-bour-gin-ka and started choking. Slapping his back, I took a sip from my glass. It wasn’t that bad. “Take smaller sips,” I advised Danny.
Danny took another slug of bour-bour-gin-ka and pointed his glass at me when he turned to pace towards me again, “You…” he tried to say in a falsetto. He cleared his throat and continued in a more normal tone, “You’re not a Demon…”
“I’m glad we cleared that up,” I said and picked up the house phone. “Geez, Danny. I never took you for being such a drama queen.”
“No, you’re the Devil. The actual Devil! I’m dead. I just don’t remember dying. I’m dead and I’m in Hell. A week ago, I only knew your name and now… Now we’re engaged! I’m in Hell and my family is gonna kill me if they ever find out!”
While Danny continued to pace, I covered the phone’s mouth piece long enough to tell him, “You’re not dead.” Into the mouth piece I said, “Yeah, room service? We’re gonna need more booze.”
After placing my order and hanging up, I traded my glass for Danny’s empty glass on his next trip past. “What do you think about an oval cut,” I asked.
“My life was so simple a week ago,” Danny muttered again. Then he turned to me, “Huh? What? What oval?”
“For the diamond,” I said in exasperation, holding up my left hand to wiggle my fingers. “Your sister has a round cut and I don’t want to copy her. I think square cut diamonds are boring. So I was thinking about an oval cut diamond for my engagement ring.”
“We’re not engaged!” I was certain the scream could be heard as far as the lobby.
“I know that and you know that,” I replied in a calming tone. “But your family is going to want to see a ring on my finger before we break up.”
“We’re breaking up?” Danny sounded hopeful. I was miffed! Was being engaged to me so distasteful? Why, I bet there were plenty of men who would like to be engaged to me.
“Unless you want to get married, then yeees,” I told Danny as if explaining a given fact to a particularly slow child. “Look, Danny. Even when your family thought of us as just boyfriend/girlfriend, we were going to have to break up sooner or later. Right? Well, breaking up as fiancees is no different. You just have to wait three or four more months before you announce to your family that we’re breaking up. Two or three weeks before Christmas would be good. You might score some great sympathy gifts.”
“Oh, God,” Danny moaned, sounding disappointed he couldn’t tell his family we were breaking up tomorrow and sat heavily on the couch. Taking another gulp, he choked as he finished off his second bour-bour-gin-ka.
I gave it some more thought, “You can blame our break-up on irreconcilable differences or… Hey, I’ve got a great idea! You can make me out to be a skank. Yea, I can see it now… You came home early from college and you caught me in bed with another guy! No! Two guys! If I’m gonna to be a skank, I wanna be a huuuge skank!”
“Oh, God,” Danny repeated. Putting his empty glass on the coffee table, he leaned back to rest his head on the cushion. He rested only for a few seconds before opening his eyes, sitting up straight and squinting. “Whoa! My head is spinning!”
I sat down next to Danny and rubbed my hand over his back. I said in a soothing voice, “Danny, you’re not dead. I’m not the Devil and this is not God’s punishment. You know what this is,” I asked, leaning in to kiss his neck and nip at his earlobe. I whispered into his ear, “This is the most vivid wet dream of your life.”
“I’m dreaming! Yes, that’s it. All of this is just a dream,” Danny said in satisfaction as he leaned back into the couch.
“Yes. All of this is just a dream,” I told him while molding my body to his side and lightly running my fingers over the fly of his pants. Kissing his neck just below his ear, I told him, “You’re in your bed dreaming about me. Dreaming about all the things you ever wanted to do to me.”
Danny closed his eyes and said in a soft voice, “You’re so beautiful. I’ve wanted to do sooo many things…”
“And you will, Danny,” I whispered. “Because the only way to wake up from a wet dream is for you to take me to bed and just fuck my brains out.”
“And that will make me wake up,” He asked in a hushed voice with his eyes still closed.
“I don’t know about waking up, but I’ll sure as hell feel better,” I muttered mostly to myself. His cock was growing harder in his pants now. I stood up and pulled on his hand. “C’mon, Danny. Let’s go to bed.”
“We’re not engaged,” Danny asked as he stood up slowly. “This has all been a dream.”
“We’re not engaged. It’s all been a dream. We’re going to have sex and then you’ll wake up feeling much better,” I said, leading him slowly towards the door of our bedroom.
“That sounds really great…”
Just then there was a knock on the door. Expecting room service. I gave Danny a shove towards the bed. “Lay down, Danny and I’ll get the booze.” Yes! Finally I’ve got Danny in bed, I thought as I dug through my purse looking for money to pay the server. We’ve got booze. We’ve got all night… I paid the server and waved the fifth of bourbon in the air as I did a little dance to celebrate… Gonna have sex! Gonna have some sex, tonight! Gonna shake my hootchie-cootchie! Yeeeooww!
With great expectations and with bottle and two glasses in my hands, I ran to the bedroom. Kicking the door shut, I jumped onto the bed next to Danny. Kissing him, I started unbuttoning his shirt and…
“Danny?” I shook him. “Hey! Danny!” Son-of-a-bitch! I grabbed his shoulders and shook him. “Hey! Wake up!”
All I got was a sleepy, ‘It’s not time for school…’ Jesus!
Gulping down eight… Eight? How many shots were in each of those bottles? Fucking shit! Eight or more shots of bour-bour-gin-ka and the bastard passes out!? Talk about a cheap date! Sitting back on my ankles, it didn’t help my feelings of disappointment as I began to realize that Danny’s boozy reactions were maybe my fault. I should have given some thought that Danny had probably not eaten anything since breakfast. Eight, or more, shots of booze on an empty stomach… SHIT!
Danny was conscious enough to sleep-move on command as I stripped his clothes off. I finally had him naked and in bed… A bed without squeaky bedsprings and no family around… And the bastard was drunk, semi-conscious and useless! As limp as his cock! I began to reconsider Danny’s suggestion about God being pissed at one of us. ME!
“What the hell do I have to do to get fucked in this town,” I asked my reflection in a mirror before turning to tuck Danny into bed.
With nothing else to do, I stripped down to my undies. In the bathroom I washed off my make-up. Danny was lying on his side still passed out when I came out. Lacking further inspiration, unhooking my bra, I left it on the nightstand beside the bed and squirmed under the covers to snuggle against his warm, hard body.
I’d never really taken the time to notice how muscular my nerd was. Nerds were supposed to have soft bodies. Danny was lean with well developed chest and arm muscles. Danny didn’t have the bulging muscles of a body builder, but there were definitely some very nice muscles under my fingers as I ran a hand over his chest and lean stomach. From his lean hips and thighs, he was pretty much the same size to almost his shoulders. No wonder his t-shirt had been so tight across my boobs. From our ‘tour’ of the barn and our time in bed last night, I knew his ass cheeks were nice and tight. Now, looking at his hips, then looking at mine, I started to wonder…
A few minutes latter I was posing in front of a closet’s sliding door that doubled as a mirror. I buttoned and tugged on the waist band… “Son-of-a-bitch, they fit,” I muttered as I twisted to get a better look at my ass. Well, they fit over my 34-inch hips. There was some, but only a little, slack in the ass… Cut for a man, there was plenty of slack at the top because of my smaller, tapered waist. Much of my height came from my long legs so the legs of the jeans ended just above the top of my ankles. I considered, With boots? No, with sandals! Yeah, definitely with sandals, I thought. I decided I could wear these. I felt a little better at the thought of a new closet I could raid for clothes. I looked at Danny and wondered what his tight ass would look like in my hip huggers… Something to look forward to. If he ever regained consciousness.
Out of inspiration for something to keep me distracted, I cracked open the seal on the bottle of bourbon. Pouring a little into a glass, I propped my back up on the headboard of the bed beside Danny. Hopeful that the limp form next to me would wake up, I took my time sipping it down. Danny seemed in no hurry to wake up. After finishing the bourbon, I felt relaxed enough to cuddle close to him under the covers again.
I’ve never had this much trouble getting cock, I thought as I pushed a limp arm out of the way and molded my body to Danny’s. A couple of times, since working for Marla, my problem had been too many cocks…
Eight Months In The Past…
The house Sandra, Tina and I were driven to was huge! The owner showed the three of us to a room where we could leave our things. We’d been instructed to bring bikinis. He left after asking us to come out to the pool once we’d changed. There was no one in the pool when we went outside. Nine or ten men were clustered around a grill from which hamburgers and hot dogs would emerge from time to time. A cheer went up when the host announced that ‘the night’s entertainment’ had arrived.
For much of the next hour we three girls did nothing more than mingle among the men and let ourselves be seen and introduced while the men entertained themselves with a little fingering of the goodies. Me probably more than the others as the men expressed satisfaction as they discovered that my large boobs were natural and not enhanced with silicon.
A little hungry, I grabbed a hamburger. I was chowing down on the very good tasting burger when the man sitting close to me on the picnic table’s bench slowly slid his hand under the table and up my thigh. I opened my legs more and smiled around the last couple of bites as a finger slipped past the crotch of my bikini bottoms. The finger began sliding around my slit. This public fingering began making me wet, or I should say, wetter. When I finished my burger, the man fingering me pulled me into an embrace. His mouth on mine and then on my neck, all the while sliding his fingers through my juicy slit and lightly over my slick clit.
Arms moved and the hand that had been fingering my pussy was now supporting my back and I found myself reclining in his embrace as his other hand slipped under my bikini bottom. What he was doing was clearly in view now to any man who looked. I closed my eyes and leaned further back. Listening as other men began commenting and asking if I was wet, if my pussy felt tight. I was excited at being fingered in public. I kept my eyes closed and smiled as other hands pulled my bikini top up and over my breasts. Hands moved other hands out of the way to take their turn squeezing and molding my tits.
Whoever this guy was, he sure as hell knew how to finger pussy! My slit was drenched with my juice that he used to wet my hard and exposed clit tip. A finger sliding lightly over the hard nub alternated with two fingers sliding on either side of my clit sheath, pressing together to pull my fleshy cover first one way and then the other further stimulating not just the tip, but my entire clit including the shaft still hidden within the sheath.
Then the fingers left off teasing my clit, sliding to my hole. I couldn’t help the shiver that ran through me and my breath caught in my throat as two fingers began pushing inside me. But the manipulation of my clit didn’t stop as the fingers went deeper. Where his fingers had slid softly over my clit, now the thumb of his hand was pressing against and sliding over the tender nub. Rubbing and pressing and moving over my clit, harder than I liked most times. Now with fingers moving faster inside me, fucking my pussy, I was humping my hips to press my pussy and clit up to demand more stimulation. My heavy breaths were coming through my half-opened mouth. I was going to come, then I heard men laughing and felt the unmistakable kiss of a cock tip brushing over my lips. Keeping my eyes shut, I opened my mouth wider and let the cock slide in. I was being finger and mouth fucked in front of all these men! I felt incredibly naughty as I experienced the rush of my first taste of public sex. That feeling of naughtiness pushed me over the edge and I came. The sounds I made as I came were dampened by the cock still moving in my mouth. It wasn’t the most explosive orgasm of my life, yet it seemed to go on and on…
My muscles relaxed as my orgasm passed and I felt wonderful lying in the embrace of the man holding me. All I had to do now was keep my mouth tight around the cock in my mouth while enjoying the aftermath of my orgasm and the fingers still moving in my pussy. I was hoping another orgasm would build again.
The cock in my mouth wasn’t large enough to gag me. It began moving faster, deeper as saliva dripped from the corner of my mouth onto the grass. I wasn’t keeping track of time, but it couldn’t have taken very long before the cock was pushed deep and, in a series of grinding thrusts that had my lips crushed against a hard pubic bone, warm cum filled my mouth. The men cheered as they watched me swallow and the large load of cum joined the burger in my stomach.
As excited as I was at my first public sex and as pleasant as what the fingers between my legs were doing, I didn’t want things to go further on a hard picnic table. I waved away other waiting cocks from my mouth and pulled the hand from my pussy with the excuse of needing to pee.
Standing up, I adjusted my bikini to cover my tits and pussy again. I stopped and watched for a short while as Tina was being fucked while lying on a towel in the grass. I wandered into the house. While exploring, I heard voices from the top of the stairs leading down into a basement. Following the sound, I found six men around a card table. Texas Hold-em was the game.
I was quickly drafted into the role of hostess. For most of an hour I poured drinks and fetched snacks. Each of the men pulled me onto their laps at times for little sessions of kiss and fondle. I quickly lost my bikini top to a man who gave me a fifty dollar chip for it. He said it would bring him luck. I’m not sure about his luck, but mine certainly improved as other players began slipping chips down my bikini bottom, followed by a squeeze to my ass cheeks or a quick fingering between my legs ‘for luck’.
It didn’t take long, as the game went on and I brought more drinks for the players, before the men agreed on a set price for how much ‘luck’ I’d give. For a fifty dollar chip, in the time it took to play one hand I’d give a player a lap dance and be his hands, picking up cards and placing chips in the pot while his hands were busy fondling my tits and sliding under my bikini thong to finger my pussy. For a hundred dollar chip I would kneel under the table and suck on a cock for the duration of a hand. I was getting quite a pile of chips to cash in!
All of that easy money stopped when the men agreed to play one hand with me as the bet. Someone would win the right to be the first to fuck me. I could do nothing but watch as the cards were dealt. With my pussy as the only bet, the hand was quickly over. Amid shouts to, ‘fuck her good’, the winner rose from the table and guided me to a chair facing a fireplace. We were only a few feet from the game table.
He sat me in the chair and knelt on the carpet between my legs. I watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of the fly. Stripping off my bikini bottoms, he pulled my ass to the edge of the cushion. Pushing my legs wide to drape over the arms of the chair, he moved his cock up and down my slit to wet the tip. The chair faced away from the game table. The men still playing poker only a few feet away couldn’t see me except for my legs hanging over the arms of the chair. They couldn’t see their friend’s dick thrust into me, but they could hear my cry as I was taken hard and fast. Laughter and yells to, ‘Fuck her deep.’, came from the table.
Thankfully, in the time before I met the other girls in front of Marla’s office, I’d taken Sandra’s advice to buy a plastic bottle like hers and fill it with lubricant. It felt a little odd and I was a bit shy, but when Sandra and Tina pulled their skirts up, I did the same and squirted lubricant up my pussy while in the limo. In addition, the fingering I’d received had moistened my pussy. So I wasn’t dry as I took my first cock of the night.
Our sex was cheered on by the poker players. Yells of, ‘Save some of that pussy for us!’ and other crude remarks egged on the man between my legs to fuck me fast with no attempt to make his time between my legs last. There was a wall clock mounted on the stones of the fireplace I was facing. Less than five minutes after I watched his cock tip disappear between my lips, I had the first of what would be many loads of cum deposited deep inside me.
Before the man finished grunting out his completion and pulled out, another man was waiting to replace him between my legs. Even as this second cock was shoved inside me, the first man was standing at the side of the chair, pulling my head over towards his pussy and cum flavored cock… My first time being fucked in front of an audience and my first time with a cock in my pussy and mouth at once…
One by one the men took breaks from playing poker to fuck me in the chair. My pussy was quickly overflowing with cum. I lost count of how many cocks left cum inside me. I lost count of how many cocks I sucked. At some point other men must have come down to the basement. There were always hands eagerly reaching in to play with my tits. My bikini bottom was gone, where it went I never found out. There was always another cock waiting to be sucked. There was always another cock waiting to be pushed into my pussy.
One man settled between my legs, but hesitated before sticking his cock inside my pussy, instead he used his fingertips to clean the cum that coated my lips and had run down my slit and ass crack. Bringing his fingers to my mouth, he and his friends watched as he dripped the large glob of cum into my mouth. Swallowing to the cheers of the men, I was sucking his fingers clean as he began fucking me. When he pulled his fingers from my mouth there was another cock waiting for me to suck.
I started thinking that a gang bang wasn’t so bad. The clock mounted above the fireplace mantle let me know that close to four of the twelve hours we’d been paid for were in the past. I wasn’t doing anything that I wouldn’t be doing with a client. Getting fucked, sucking cock, swallowing cum… The only difference? I was doing all three at once while men watched.
My pussy was well lubricated with cum. Cocks were sliding inside me almost frictionlessly. The way I was sitting in the chair, the men on their knees could fuck me deep, but couldn’t slam into my pussy lips. Sandra had warned me to try and get fucked in doggy position as much of the time as possible. Ass cheeks had far more fat to absorb being slammed into than our much thinner pussy lips. Most of the energetic thrusts by the men kneeling between my legs was being absorbed by my thighs and seat cushion. My pussy lips weren’t being bruised. I felt I could survive the next eight or nine hours.
As the clock ticked past 8pm, more men fucked me. More cocks pushed cum from my pussy before leaving their own. More cum was dribbled into my mouth. After one man grunted out his release, I stopped the man ready to take his place between my legs. Explaining I needed to use the toilet, I was let up from the chair. The man whose turn I’d interrupted put his hand between my legs. A long, wet pussy fart sounded from my cummy, loose lips and a gush of cum filled his palm. His hand brought the cum to my mouth for me to eat. Most of what he offered me went into my mouth, the rest he smeared over my face as the men who watched laughed. I heard them calling me a ‘cum whore’ and other, even more vulgar, names.
Sandra and Tina had told me that men in a group were much more vulgar than clients we met one-on-one. I knew what they’d been trying to tell me now.
In the bathroom, I washed off the drying cum from my face and pissed. Even in the short time I’d been a whore, I’d had clients tribute my face with cum. But having cum rubbed over my face, combined with the vulgarity was new and I had to compose myself before opening the door.
Of course, there were men waiting for me. One man pushed me back into the bathroom and locked the door before other men could enter. Telling me he’d been waiting for his turn with me, he asked me to get him hard. After he pushed me to my knees, I spent a few minutes sucking his cock until it was fully erect. Pulling me up, he sat me on the counter next to the sink. We both watched as his cock entered me. The cum inside me, mixed with my juice, had been churned by thrusting cocks into a froth which showed clearly on his dark cock. We watched as it was coated with thick, white cream pulled from deep inside my pussy. He stood between my legs, moving slowly until I’d taken all of him into my pussy while telling me how good it felt being inside me.
Pulling his cock out, I was lifted, turned, bent over the sink and taken fast. I was wet and open, but still his large cock and energetic thrusts stretched me uncomfortably. His grunts and my cries as my ass cheeks were pounded into were loud in the room. Men listening outside the door shouted encouragement for him to ‘fuck the bitch harder’. Grabbing my hair, he pulled my head up and I was ordered to open my eyes and look at him in the mirror while he fucked me.
Nothing in my past had prepared me to be used by men, one after the other. I’d never been called, at least to my face, the names the men labeled me with. But, now? I was in a situation where I had no control over what these men did to me. I was going to be fucked. I was going to suck cock. I was going to be treated as if I were all the vulgar names the men outside the door were calling me. I was going to be passed around from man to man to be used as a cum dump… And nothing I did was going to change that. While bent over the sink, I came to grips with those facts and just stopped worrying about everything. I surrendered all attempts to control anything, and with my surrender, I began to simply enjoy having a large cock rammed up my pussy. Oh, I wasn’t anywhere close to having an orgasm, but I was enjoying my loss of control.
I felt and heard the man behind me as he came. Dripping more cum, I squatted on my ankles and sucked our sex off the still throbbing cock before opening the bathroom door to reveal the men I’d heard waiting for me. I was pushed and half carried to a bedroom. Through the open doors of other bedrooms I could see men milling about and I could hear the sounds of Tina and Sandra being used hard in the other rooms.
Over the next four or five hours, everything a group of men could do to one female, they did to me. I took my first cock up my ass… I had three men at once… I was forced to open my mouth for ass2mouth… I was put into whatever position the men wanted for anything they wanted to do. As the night wore on, alcohol continued to flow and the men became even cruder, more vulgar, in language. I was ‘the cunt’, ‘the whore’, or sometimes just, ‘that pussy bitch’. Men yelled to other men to, ‘Fuck that cunt whore harder!’ These I ignored. Besides, what could I say in my defense while men watched as other men used my ass, pussy and mouth all at once? I was a cunt whore…
Through it all, I still felt that excitement of having no control over anything. The thrill of having sex in front of an audience. That’s not to say that the first cock rammed up my ass felt good. It didn’t! But, I was soon so full of lubricating cum that afterwards only the thickest cocks caused me discomfort. Which was a very good thing because I had many, many cocks waiting to fuck my ass.
Most of the men fucking me came in whatever hole they were fucking. But enough pulled out to tribute my ass, back, stomach, tits and face that I had dried and drying cum all over me. Cum of all types coated me. Grayish cum that ran like water in rivulets on my skin. Thick, white cum that clung… Hands spread the watery cum to wet my skin. The thicker, white-ish cum remained in clumps from my pussy to my face. Men pulling me across the sheets would wipe some cum from me only to have the wet sheets deposit more cum onto me. The smell of cum was all over me. From time to time, usually when taking more cum to my face, I’d imagine what I must look like. Then I’d open my mouth to take another cock like the cum whore I knew I looked like.
Some of the cocks I sucked back to life smelled and tasted of pussy that probably wasn’t mine as men trekked from one bedroom and woman to another. I’m sure that I was fucked by every man at the party at least once or even twice by midnight. About that time I noticed that the men fucking me took longer to cum. The amount of cum dripping from my ass and pussy to stain the sheets lessened. The three of us girls had pretty much worn out close to twenty men. But, worn out or not, the more time it took men to fuck me before coming meant more time for other men to regain hard-ons. The number of cocks waiting for my mouth, ass or pussy didn’t seem to lessen. The men only took longer fucking me before they came with a dribble of cum.
After midnight I needed a break. I was sore between my legs like I’d never experienced before. Going outside I waded into the pool until the water was up to my waist. Splashing water over my stomach and tits, rubbing my pussy lips and thighs, I washed off much of the dried cum on my skin. Clenching deep muscles, an amazing amount of cum was pushed from deep in my cunt to drift away.
The cool water felt good on my red, abused and swollen pussy. Still, even as sore as I was, when the host found me in the pool, I went to lie on one of the lounge chairs when he asked so he could have his fun.
The three of us girls spent most of the last three hours together. Blankets and sheets were put on the living room floor. We three would very gently lick and finger sore, cummy pussies while men sat around us in chairs and on a couch to watch and cheer us on. When our Sapphic show would stimulate one man to act, he’d get on the sheet and pull his chosen girl to him. Then, if we weren’t getting fucked also, the two of us other girls would do what we could to bring on his orgasm as quickly as possible. Kissing, rubbing our tits against him while using the same vulgarities the men were shouting. I’d be shouting along with the men to, ‘fuck that bitch’s pussy harder!’ Anything to make the man come quicker because I knew how sore ‘that bitch’s pussy’ must be… Afterwards, we’d take turns sucking the cum from the other’s pussies. I found tonguing a freshly fucked pussy exciting and the men still at the party loved watching.
What was even more exciting was when the three of us were placed on our backs with our asses side by side. It was Tina who grabbed a sheet and draped it over our tits. With Sandra holding up one end of the sheet and Tina holding up the other, we couldn’t see which man was fucking us. The man or men fucking us couldn’t see us as we exchanged sloppy kisses while rocking to their thrusts. My hands on their tits and their hands on my tits, we would laugh when we heard a man coming. The girl who was getting more cum would laughingly inform the other two, ‘It’s me!’ Despite the soreness between my thighs, this impromptu Glory Hole was probably one of the most enjoyable parts of the night to me. It felt incredibly wicked to have absolutely no idea which man was fucking and coming in me. It struck me that I really was just the faceless cunt that the men had been seeing all night.
At 4am the party was over. Most of the men had left already. The three of us used the cold water of the pool to wash off in. We must have made quite the picture. Standing in waist high water to sooth tender pussies while picking dried cum from each other’s hair. Feeling revitalized by our cold bath, we ate hamburgers or hot dogs that were left over. I was amazed when Tina throated a foot-long dog. I tried, but started choking at eight inches. Sandra throated one, then laughed and told me that I needed to practice more.
Before we left to be driven back to the city the host handed each of us an envelope. A collection for our tips had been raised from all the men… Counting the bills in my envelope and adding in the money I’d gotten from turning in poker chips… Then I added in how much Marla was paying me… DAMN! I wanted another gang bang next weekend!
Sandra didn’t have to argue to get me to agree to going halfsies on a hotel room. Tina asked if she could join us and by 5am the three of us were naked on a hotel bed. No one felt like sex. I’m sure their pussies were as red, swollen and sore as mine. For a couple of hours I listened as Tina and Sandra told sex stories about clients and other ‘parties’ Marla had sent them to.
I hesitantly related the enjoyment I’d felt not being in control… Being passed from one man to the next. The other two laughed when I suggested my excitement made me the ‘cum whore’ the men had labeled me. Both assured me that they’d felt the same way.
We only got four hours of sleep before our wake up call came. After showering together, we checked out and went our separate ways. I caught my train for home. Mom came to pick me up from the station to go shopping. I wanted to go home and sleep, but that wasn’t in Mom’s schedule. I tried not to grimace from the soreness between my legs while in the car with Mom. I tried to walk normally while we shopped. When Mom wasn’t watching, I’d pull the crotch of my jeans away from my swollen pussy lips and try to stretch my bra straps to let my enlarged and bruised tits rest better in the cups.
That night in bed, while trying to find a comfortable position to lie in, I vowed to wear something, anything, other than tight jeans to my next gang bang. Live and learn!
The Present…
I felt myself being shaken. A voice in my ear… I was still in my own dream and mumbled, “I can’t believe you want more sex…”
The shaking stopped and the voice was louder, more demanding, “Who wants more sex? We haven’t had any sex.”
“Danny?” My brain started functioning as I woke up more and I lifted my head up from my pillow to bleerily look around. We were on our sides facing each other. Close, but Danny’s face wasn’t so close that I couldn’t focus on his questioning look.
“Yes. It’s me. Danny! But who were you having sex with in your dreams?”
I shrugged, “I have no idea. It was just a dream.”
“Uh-huh. Sure…”
“Look, Danny. I’ve been with other men. Get over it. If you’re going to act like a petulant child every time you’re reminded of that…” I left the rest unsaid. I was rather proud of the fact I’d used the word ‘petulant’. After all, how many times in one’s life do you ever have the opportunity to use that word?
Danny gave a little nod of his head admitting the justice of my words but he still didn’t look happy.
“Besides,” I reminded him, resting my head back onto my pillow. “I’m sure you still think of the girls you’ve had sex with…”
“Girl,” Danny interrupted me to say. He shrugged, “I’ve been with one girl… And how many have you been with?”
I purposely misunderstood his question while pretending to use my fingers to count with. “Girls? Let’s see…”
Danny thought I was making a joke. Then his answer registered and, “Oh, my F’ing God! Danny! Please tell me you didn’t lose your virginity to The Bug!”
Danny didn’t respond. Not meeting my eyes, he flopped onto his back. Looking at the ceiling, he didn’t answer.
“Oh, shit! You did!?”
Danny continued to stare at the ceiling and hesitantly admitted, “It was just one of those things. It was the Summer before high school started and I still had a crush on her… It was before she turned into a Class A Bitch.”
“I’m sorry, Danny. But I’ve just lost every ounce of respect for you,” I said severely, though with a smile to let him know I was joking. Mostly…
Danny turned onto his side to face me again. Adjusting the pillow under his head, he asked, “And I’m to respect a girl who still hasn’t answered how many men she’s been with?”
I sighed. If I told the truth… But, I also didn’t want to lie. I needed Danny’s help with Tim’s puzzle and if I lied, then if, when, he learned the truth about what I did and that I’d lied? I didn’t want to be another Carolyn in his memory. But, I wasn’t sure if I should lie and try to keep my secret life as a call girl secret or tell the truth. I made the decision to tell the truth, but this was a discussion better left for another time and another place.
“When we return to the city,” I told him seriously. “I’ll answer any questions you have. Okay?”
“Okay,” Danny finally nodded in grudging agreement.
“In the meantime,” I grinned, while trailing a fingernail down his cheek. “Has it struck you as odd that we’re naked… Alone… In a bed with no squeaky bedsprings… And we’re only talking about sex?”
“That is odd,” Danny agreed with a grin to match mine. Then he sounded more serious, “I just wasn’t sure if… What you might like…”
I put the finger I’d been tracing along Danny’s chin across his lips to silence him. “We both know I have more experience than you. So, I’m gonna tell you the absolute truth. You know what I like? I like a man who acts like a man when in bed with me. I like a man who doesn’t ask, I like a man who just does… If I say no, you stop. If I don’t say no, you do more.”
“And what will you say no to,” Danny asked, smiling and inching closer.
“That’s something for you to find out for yourself.”
“That sounds like a much better game than, ‘CanYou…’,” Danny told me as he slid even closer, close enough for us to kiss. With our heads propped up on pillows, our lips met in just the right way.
I lasted through several minutes of long, wonderful kisses. The hand fondling my breast made my nipple hard before I pulled back slightly, whispering, “Danny, you know what I really want to do?”
“What?”
“I really want to pee,” I told him in a strained voice. I’d needed to pee since waking up. Not wanting to ruin our mood, I’d held it until I couldn’t anymore. “I’m sorry, but I really need to go!”
I scooted off the bed and ran for the toilet as Danny remained on the bed, laughing. Afterwards, I decided a shower was just what both of us needed after a long day. The shower stall would be the perfect place for us to learn the contours of each other’s bodies without the pressure to rush into sex. I turned the water on in the shower. Adjusting the water to a good temperature, I got into the shower stall but left the door open, calling out, “Are you gonna just lie there or join me?”
In record time Danny was closing the shower’s door behind him.
With unlimited hot water, we took our time washing each other in the steamy atmosphere. Eyes roaming over every curve of our bodies. Hands spreading soap over slippery skin while exploring those curves as we kissed. Exploring hands began fondling, stroking. A long, sarisfying game of, I’ll wash yours and you wash mine. Getting my long hair wet was going to cost me at least two hours tomorrow morning. Washing, drying and teasing out the tangles… But that was tomorrow and today in the now I didn’t care as Danny held me close under the stream of hot water.
Danny’s tongue and lips on my neck were making my knees tremble. Pulling away enough to press my lips to his ear, I whispered, “Do you remember me telling you in the barn that my mouth can be the best part of me?” When he nodded, I smiled as I spread my knees to either side of his legs and slowly slid down between the wall to my back and Danny’s body, hard male muscles rubbing against me from mound to tits. Squatting on my heels, I took my time as I took the measure of what I’d felt pressed against my mound and hips. In the barn I’d only really seen the tip. Now, I took in all of the thick length. Not just with my eyes and hands, but also with my mouth as I tasted a lingering hint of soap. I liked the heavy, in-drawn breath I heard as my tongue licked the tip.
The shaft wasn’t huge like a porn star’s. I estimated a nice seven inches as I stroked. Oh, but it was thick! I love a thick cock and I just knew I’d have many hours of enjoyment with this shaft inside me, moving and stretching me. While thoughts of my future satisfaction ran through my thoughts, I pushed forwards to suck Danny’s cock past my lips while he stood un-moving. Looking up as I sucked his cock in long, slow movements, I saw that his eyes were open and watching me. It wasn’t long before his hips began to move. I removed my hand from the shaft and pressed the back of my head against the tile wall as more and more cock was pushed past my lips.
Danny’s movements became surer. I held my head still as I let Danny fuck my mouth with longer, deeper strokes, controlling my gag reflex when the thick head of his cock bumped against the back of my mouth. Looking up, I saw that Danny was still watching as he moved in my mouth.
Still looking into Danny’s eyes, I put my hands on his hips to still them. Holding my breath, knowing from so much experience that I could do this, I pushed forwards. The soft flesh of the large bulb triggered my gag reflex. Not giving in to the urge, I pushed more until the tip was past the last barrier between mouth and throat. I began to alter my head’s motion. Pushing forwards to take a fraction more cock into my throat before pulling back. When my lips and nose were pressed against hard pubic bone, I stilled except for the motion of my tongue. The wet sound of my slurping on the underside of Danny’s cock rose over the sound of the running shower water.
Moving slowly, I throat fucked Danny’s tip. I sucked and tongued and slurped on cock until I was unable to hold my breath longer and I had to finally push on his hips, feeling my throat free of cock and able to breath. Letting the cock slip from my mouth, I coughed and caught my breath. Strands of saliva connected my mouth to Danny’s cock as I wrapped a hand around his shaft. They broke as I slowly stroked and spread my spit over his cock. Coughing again, I knew I could make Danny come quickly in the shower. I decided not to. Not for our first time. Spit had run between my breasts. Standing up, I let hot water wash my chest clean as Danny whispered, “Oh, God. That was incredible.”
I kept my legs parted just enough to put my eyes at the level of Danny’s and admitted, “I’ve wanted to do that ever since we were in the barn.”
Danny pressed forwards, knees pushing my legs further apart. against the tiles of the wall. Flesh pressed against flesh as we kissed. Hands captured my wrists and pinned my arms to the wall as lips left mine and trailed kisses down my neck and chest to my breasts. One after the other, my nipples were sucked on until they ached.
Danny’s mouth finally pulled away from my hard nipple. Keeping my arms pinned, he rose to look in my eyes, “I didn’t know if you… I bought condoms after my haircut.”
Leaning in, I whispered between kisses, “We won’t need them.”
“I want to take you back to bed.”
“Then why are we still in the shower?”
In answer, Danny turned off the water. Our slow, playful game of you-wash-mine-and-I’ll-wash-yours in the shower became a fast game of I’ll-dry-yours-and-you-dry-mine.
Back in bed we didn’t waste much time in fondling parts we were already familiar with. I was on my back and already had my legs spread as Danny settled on top of me.
Danny rose up on locked arms and paused, trailing his eyes from my face down my chest and waist to where our hips met. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” was all he said as he pressed the tip of his cock to my slit and…
“It’s pretty quiet in there.”
“Do you think they’re asleep?”
“Must be. If they were screwing around, there’d be more noise don’t ya think?”
“How should I know…”
The conversation outside our door could only be from Brie and Amber. They must have returned while Danny and I had been in the shower. Danny hung his head down and sighed a long, heartfelt groan.
“Well, knock on the door.”
“I’m not gonna knock. You knock!”
“Danny, I’m going to kill your sister,” I whispered. Then raising my voice I yelled, “What do you two WANT!”
