around 1:00 mud points out this chic on the dance floor, she is bout 5'6",140,nice perky rack, and her shape is almost out of a zz topp song (36" 22" 36"). after watching her shake her lucious booty alone for the rest of the song, she comes to the bar, luckily right next to me. i say hi, to break the ice, and bought her a drink.

we sat and talked for a few hours. i learned that she was just looking for friends. so (for the first time) i did not try to work her. she had lemonade only while i proceded to get fairly ripped on budweiser and tequilla without chaser. when the club closed, i offered to buy her breakfast if she would drive me to my car aftwards. she accepted, and we went to this greasy spoon down the road. not many places to eat in the middle of nowhere at 3:00 am. we ate like it was our last time, and talked for a while. the entire time i never came onto her at all. we were getting a little tired so she drove me back to my van in the club parking lot.

  when we arrived i was still really sloshed. planning on sleeping in my van alone i turned to her to say goodnight, when i noticed somehow she was no longer wearing her pants. i must have dosed off to have missed that (they were exxxtreamly tight). she was stroking her toatally bald pussy and starting to breath heavy. myself in a moment of suprise almost blanked untill she grabbed my hand and slid it down to her crotch. i started to speak, when she said "i like it very forcefull. dont talk, just fuck like you are rapeing me"

  i had heard about freaky chics like this before. and instantly, with one hand full of hair and her throat in the other drug her out of the passenger door to behind the bushes. she fought like her life depended on it. she was kicking and screaming as i pinned her down on the ground face first. i ripped her shirt off and used it to gag her, then her bra to tie her hands behind her back. i then rolled her over as she kicked me right in the jaw. looking at her in shock i heard her muffled voice mutter "rough you pussy". it was on!

now i knew wat the game was

  i wasted no time taking back control by force, dodging her next kick and using it to my advantage.  i grabbed her leg as i stood violently stepping on her other as i removed my belt.  she put up a hard fight as i fumbled to get it around her ankle. again she mumble  " you pussy" moving her legg to the side i bitch slapped the hell out of her. she then laughed and muttered dont hold back you bitch, and kicked harder.  before i could stop i slugged her right in the eye. knocked her out cold for about 45 seconds, justlong enough to have her hogtied.

   the first sound she made when she came to was "yes baby dont hold back choke me" ignoring her i drug her to the side of my van across the gravel lot, every few steps slapping her ass and head. i opened the door and threw her in so hard, she hit her head on the other side and lost conciousness again.  seizing the opportunity, she woke as i forced all 10" inside her cunt fast and hard. she squeeled and bucked as i grabbed a piece of rope and worked it around her neck. she broke her leggs loose but to no help as by that time i was fucking and chocking her with all i had.

   she came to and came all at the same time. her pussy clinched so hard i thought it bit my dick off. when it relaxed i felt her juices run out around my fast thrusting cock quickly traveling across the floor to my feet.

  after repeating this chain of events for almost an hour, i let my jizz fly. i felt my cock pulse at least 30 times as she muttered "not in there pull it out it burns" her voice said one thing, but her pussy said "give it all and more"

  between exausted and still drunk i passed out right on top of her.

the next morning when i woke she was lying next to me, still tied and gaged. i untied her, and offered to take her to breakfast again. she accepted.

  as we entered the same diner as earlier i had a busted lip dried blood on my face and her with a huge (rocky balboa) shiner dried blood on her nose and lip busted and limping bowlegged, we had a couple of cups of coffee.  she said with a smile and a twinkle in her eye "that was what i have been looking for. i really needed that"

  as i got her back to her car, she gave me a folded up piece of paper and told me to wait till she was gone to read it. with a kiss and a big smile she drove off.

  as soon as she was out of sight, i unfolded the page. inside was a key.  the note said simply "use your imagination. suprise me!" followed by an address.

             my first story.

                        all true no shit

I looked at Gina and asked, "What are you thinking about you cock sucking slut?"

She gave me a wink, stood up and walked over to the priests table and said something to him and sat down next to him. She shot me a wicked glance and whispered into the priests ear. It must have been juicy because he sat up straight and was about to say something when I saw Gina's hand snake under the table and grab his crotch. The priest stiffened up and removed her hand from his crotch, said something and went to the restroom.

Well Gina would not be denied, so she followed him a moment later. I followed her immediately into the men's room. I saw Gina go directly to the only closed stall and tried to open it. It was locked so she knocked.

"Knock, knock, knock," she said.

I could hear the bolt retract and Gina step into the stall with the priest. There was some mumbling and some rustling as they switched positions, Gina now seated on the toilet and the priest standing in front of her with his pants around his ankles. I had to see what was happening so I went into the next stall and peered over the top so I could watch Gina suck the priest off.

He had a huge cock, it must have been eleven inches long and as fat as a cucumber with large hairy balls hanging low just below the massive member. Gina's eyes lit up and she greedily grabbed the fat shaft and sucked the head of that monster into her mouth and moaned as she felt the cock grow in her mouth and hand. She immediately grabbed her own crotch and groaned as she touched her pussy. I knew she had already cum.

The monster cock disappeared into her mouth and down her throat asthough it were a finger. The priest closed his eyes and his fists tightened as Gina sucked and fucked her throat with his cock. He must not have been getting any because I heard him say he was going to cum and tried to push her head away from his swelling member. Gina grabbed his ass with both hands and wouldn't let go. The priest moaned and talked to God for a second and then blasted a heavenly load into her throat and mouth. His cum more than filled her mouth and she couldn't swallow fast enough to catch all of his pent up cum.

Long strands of gooey white sperm escaped the sides of her mouth and gracefully fell onto her blouse.

She kept sucking and stroking the cock until it was fully hard again and didn't stop until she had released another monster load from the monster cock. The priest shook and his legs grew weak and he pressed his body against the walls of the stall for support, all the time repeating the words, "Oh God, Oh God . . . "

Gina licked up any remaining cum off of his cock and stood up facing the sexually relieved priest.

"Thanks," she said and kissed his cheek. "So, where can a girl go for confession around here?" she asked petting his half hard cock with her finger.

"Down the street at St. George's. I give confession from 2pm to 4pm everyday except Sundays," he said smiling down at Gina. "You should come by sometime and we can. . .  talk further, my child."

"Mmmmm, I look forward to it. You don't mind if I brting a friend do you?" she asked looking up at me staring over the stall partition. The priest turned around  to see my smiling face.

"Not at all. The more the merrier," he said and winked at me. Shit, he wanted to suck my cock I bet. I wasn't too sure about that, but I loved to watch Gina work.

I looked at Gina and said, "Why don't you come over here and give me a hand baby."

She left the priests stall and came into mine. My pants were on the floor and my cock straight and hard and ready for Gina's warm mouth and wicked tongue. She sat on the commode and inhaled my cock to the balls, flicking out her tongue to bathe my balls in her warm saliva at the same time. I thought I would blow my load right there. She withdrew sucking my my dick like a Hoover vacuum, trying to literally suck the cum out of my balls.

I saw the priest looking over the stall wall at Gina working and smiled at him. He winked at me and returned his gaze to Gina's mouth working its magic on my cock. I grunted and Gina grabbed the base of my rod hard and stroked and sucked the cum out of my balls. They erupted in a series of hard jets that flew straight down Gina's throat. There was nothing to clean up, she had swallowed every drop.

"Good girl," I said and stroked her hair. She stood up and kissed me deep. I could taste my own cum on her coated tongue, salty sweet. My cock jerked once and I put him away.

We left the men's room seperately from the priest and returned to our table and finished our lunch. The priest came out of the men's room and directly left the cafe, presumably for St. George's.

"I think he wants to suck my dick," I said to Gina.

"Mmmmm, I'd like to watch that," she said and licked her deep red lips. "I'd like to see you cum in his mouth and see if he could take the load."

My jaw dropped, but my cock twitched at the thought. I loved it when she talked like a horny slut. "Oh you would, would you," I said teasingingly.

"Oh yeah." she said.

We went to my apartment and we fucked for hours. I loved eating her pussy until she screamed for me to stop. Then I would eat a little more until her back arched and her breath stopped momentarily while her body shivered in orgasmic bliss. Her pussy juice was all over my face and coated my tongue. She kissed me licking up her own cum off of my face, sucking on my tongue wanting every tasty drop of she cum.

I fucked her once and then fucked her again as she thought she was going to get up, throwing her back on the bed holding her arms down while I pummeled her sopping wet pussy for all I was worth. Her pussy muscles were as strong as her throat muscles and milked my sore cock dry. I shot my wad deep inside her and fell to the side after I was spent. I laid there panting, my cock shrinking from all the activity.

Gina looked at me and said, "Tomorrow we go to confession."

Part 3 finds Gina at the glorious confessional

I guided her to the back seat of my car and took down my pants as soon as I closed the door. I held my rock hard seven inches in my hand and said, "Suck it, bitch."

She dove right for it and swallowed it to the hilt. I felt her throat constrict around the shaft of my cock and bob up and down, actually fucking her throat with my cock. I nearly popped right then and there. I thought of a toothless old lady blowing me kisses and almost lost my erection. She squeezed my balls in her left hand and kneaded them lovingly, coaxing as much cum out of them as she could.

She kept using my cock to fuck her throat when she finally came up for air. She gasped and took in large gulps of air, a string of drool falling from the corner of her mouth. She smiled and grasped my hardon in her hand and stroked its full length in a corkscrew motion that was driving me insane.

My cock disappeared into her mouth again as she stroked and sucked in an increasingly faster rhythm. Up, turn, down, suck. . .  She kept squeezing my balls all the while and I could hold back no longer.

She sensed I was ready and locked her lips around my cock and stroked and sucked and stroked until I could feel my load making its way into her mouth. I came so hard I thought she would gag on the power and volume of my sperm. She guzzled my cum down her throat like a greedy fucking dog and didn't stop until my cock was flacid from expelling about ten strong jets of cum into her throat.

She layed back and was gasping for breath, shivering as she had cum as well by giving me a blowjob. I knew I had to keep her around, and I did. She looked at me and said, "HI, I'm Gina. Nice to blow ya."

I laughed and took her back inside the bar for a few drinks before I took her into the bathroom for an encore. She was more than willing too, shoving me into an empty stall and dropping my pants before i had a chance to think. My cock was hard and in her warm mouth instantly. She flicked her tongue while sucking the head between those red blowjob lips. Around and around the head, then plunging my cock deep into her throat, again and again.

There was no hesitation, my balls blasted a load of salty sweet cum into her mouth and down her throat. She moaned and played with her pussy through her shorts. She had obviously cum again herself. She was the first woman I ever met that could orgasm while giving a guy head.

The door to the restroom squeaked open and I stiffened up. Gina stood up and looked me in the eye and asked, " Wanna watch me suck this guys cock?"

"What guy," I asked.

"Whoever's using the john. I don't care," she smiled and exited the stall and walked toward the unsuspecting drunk taking a piss.

I poked my head out of the stall and saw her squat down next to the guy taking a piss and reached out for his still pissing cock. She held it until he was done and stroked the last drops of piss from his dick and started to suck his cock. He wasn't real big, but had a huge set of balls and Gina caressed them like her personal play things.

It wasn't long before he came into her mouth, but she couldn't swallow all the cum from those big balls and let the excess fall out of the corners of her mouth. He shook and spasmed as he finished ejaculating in this gorgeous strangers mouth. Gina placed the quickly shrinking penis back into its place and zipped him up. Gently she patted his crotch and stood up in front of him.

"Thanks," she said and looked toward me. "Well, you gonna buy me a drink before you kiss me again or what?"

I smiled and said, "Sure thing, Gina." I held  the door open and she sauntered out gathering the attention from everyone close to the restroom. The men ogled and the women looked shocked with a hint of jealousy in their eyes. I took her hand and led her to the bar with the biggest shit eating grin on my face. I was going to have fun with her.

PART 2 - My Blowjob Queen
Gina and I have sex in the craziest places in the next installment of, 'My Blowjob Queen'.

Finally with my free hand I grab her neck and spin her around and force her to bend over the hood of her car. Now with her ass up in the air and her face forced down on her hood I shove my dick into her soping wet cunt. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH Fuck me hard you son of a bitch!!" she yells out as I bottom out and my balls slap her thighs.

"Oh Don't worry I will" I say as I start to ram my cock in and out of her pussy as her juices squish and continue to run down her legs. Damn this bitch loves it rough. I think to myself.

I am now pounding my rock hard cock in and out of her as fast as I can and she is still screaming ".....faster, harder, more, more, more. Fuck me you asshole."

At hearing this I pull out of her and grab her hair again forcing her to stand up and turn to face me. Her face is red from sliding around on the hood of the car as I pounded her snatch. and she has tears of joy running down her face. Once she is facing me she lays her head on my shoulder and bites my neck hard enough to draw blood. I let out a moan and pull her head away by her hair and say "Now you bitch get on your fucking knees and suck your juices off of my dick."

She slaps me in the face and says "Who the fuck are you to talk to me like that you get on your fucking knees and suck my juices out of my pussy and lick them off my legs."

"Yes ma'am"

I get on my knees and happily lap the sex juices from her thighs and lick up to her cunt as she bends backward over the hood again and lets out an "OOOOOOOOHHH yeah suck my clit muthafucker" Once again I gladly start licking on her swollen clit and suck it into my mouth. "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAA thats it suck it bitch"she demands getting louder and louder with every moment. then her body tightens and starts to shake and she squits all over my face and I do my best go swallow it all. what I miss I once again lick from her thighs.

"Ok bitch I have played the bitch long enough" I say standing to my feet and she instantly drops to her knees and sucks her dried juices from my dick making my cock wet again with her saliva as she lick up and down my shaft. I stand her back to her feet by her neck and bend her back over her hood onto her back and once again ram my cock into her waiting wet hungry pussy.

I start pounding her vag again harder and harder as she lets out a loud shriek of pleasure. The loudest yet. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUUUUUUUck meeeeeeeeeeee."

I pound her as hard as I can with my hand on her neck and she starts running her nails down my bare back. Suddenly my rod starts throbing my knees start to buckle and I shove into her as hard and deep as I can and start shooting my hot load into her cervix.

After the last shot of my load is let out I drop to my knees and lay down on my back in the parking lot and she slides down the hood of her car and lays on top of me as we are both now unable to stand because our legs are too wably.

"Ok now I have to go pick up my son" she says after we lay this way for about five minutes. she climbs to her feet and automatically lets out a gasp. I roll over onto my side and look up to realize that about seven people had now arrived for the next set of classes. Upon both of us seeing them they all start to cheer. I climb to my feet and we both get dressed and wave at the group and take a few bows before getting into our cars and smiling at each other. Then we both drive away.

I can't wait for next saturday.

Sorry it took me so long to finish the story.  

And funny, but the ones who gossip are the least likely to be able to understand how a rape could happen, and the most likely to fear something like that happening to them.  Then when they gossip, they start all sorts of ideas in other boy’s minds, like maybe they could have something like that happen and get away with it.  Like maybe the girl they’re all talking about would do it again.

At any rate, my MOTHER learned I was sexually active.  Never mind that it wasn’t my choice.  She hauled me to the doctor and I had to sit humiliated with my feet sprawled in the stirrups and they took “cultures” out of my vagina with swabs and wooden sticks and I vowed NEVER AGAIN.

But I liked boys.  Oh I liked the boys.  There was this one guy, later that summer, and I chased him when I finally got the guts to wear a two-piece swimsuit (with my 36C’s jutting all the way out to HERE).  We took Red Cross Lifesaving together.  He was already a lifeguard.  I was in advanced swimming.  He used to come to me under the water and hold my hand.  We’d swim side by side, under water.  Like mermaids.  I fell in love with him and wrote him passionate thoughts and poems until one day when he tried to have sex with me in the back of his car. He’d heard all sorts of things about me and how promiscuous I must be to have those rumors fly.  But in reality, I was trying to do the “born again” (at least by persistence and denial) virgin thing.  I told him “no, I musn’t.”  Of course I couldn’t.  I was trying to be a good girl.  But when he held me in his big, strong arms and kissed me with his tongue pressing into the back of my mouth and his erection pressing into my thigh, I was a good girl with a throbbing coming up through my loins and very, very wet panties.

It wasn’t long after the “no, I musn’t” that he told me he was serious about a girl his own age (he was eighteen) and he was going to marry her.  He gave me the “let’s be friends” hug, and told me that I should go out with his little brother who was my age (fourteen). 

So heartbroken, I gave his little brother a call.  A little brother was better than nothing.  Or was he?  The brother, Mark, was sweet.  A little too sweet.  I was more interested in the other brother, Ward, who had live crickets jumping around in his room because they’d run for their lives when he’d tried to feed them to the gecko.  I went over and watched the Gong Show with Mark.  We sat together on the couch with sweaty palms, giggling and making smart remarks about The Unknown Comic.  Then after Mark went to work and I was waiting for my ride home, Ward pulled me into the room with the crickets, and put me on the top bunk.  My heart was racing so fast, I decided I wasn’t going to be a good girl anymore.  I peeled off my pants and he put it in, and I closed my eyes and he rocked my world.  The wooden frame of the bunk bed whack! whack! whacked against the wall until his fingers gripped my upper arms.  I held my hands gingerly on his ass, wanting to push him deeper inside. Then it was all over too fast and there was the stickiness that he left on my crotch.

Wow!  This was my first time it was consensual.  There was chemistry, and it felt good!  He rolled over, wiped it off with a sock, and stumbled into the bathroom.  So much for romance.

I stopped seeing Mark not long after that.  I didn’t need to be messing with my “boyfriend’s” brother. Just seeing a glimpse of Ward would make me feel more alert, the sky seemed bluer, my hearing more acute.  I couldn’t explain any of that to Mark.  So I just stopped seeing him. 

Then I was alone again.  I had no release for the sexual tension I was experiencing.  My mother never made me feel it was okay to explore myself on my own. It always felt so dirty, so shameful.  I lay awake at night, listening to the crickets.  It would make me so horny, thinking about that time we had up on Ward’s bed.  I would slide my hand just inside the waistband of my pj’s, just to the point where I could reach inside the folds, not to do anything, just to touch.  I would lay a finger against my bump, checking to see how aroused it got, how engorged with blood, how easy it would be to key it up.  Then I would slip the finger past that bumpy bulge at the start of my vagina and remember, just imagine, how fabulous it’d felt when he slid his lanky, slender penis inside of me.  My hands felt so stubby in comparison.

I so wanted to stroke the fire out of my cunt!  I prayed for God to deliver me from evil.  I stayed awake for hours, tossing and turning, punching my pillow, then exhausted–I’d settle two fingers down on the wetness and rock my hips until I could finally fall asleep.

Then oh my goodness!  There he was at the fair! Ward found me at the fairgrounds that one summer day and with him was his best friend, Jimmy.  Ward had told Jimmy all about our little tryst on the bunk in his room, and what with the embellishing he did, it must have sounded pretty damn hot. I was blushing outright to think of what Jimmy must think of me.

Ward told me that Jimmy was still a virgin, and he asked me to do them both.  Shit!  I had to think about it.  I mean, I was the girl.  They weren’t going to get the reputation.  I was.  But then, there was that whole gang rape hysteria, and oh, I pretty much already had one. This wouldn’t change a thing.

It was one thing to have an undeserved reputation.  It was quite another to embrace it.

I told them I at least wanted a ride on the Ferris wheel.  They plunked down some tickets and the three of us got into the little white car.  The carnival dude with no front teeth hooked down the safety bar and winked at the three of us.  I’d sat in the middle and before we could even get up and out of sight, both of them had their arms around my back and were feeling the side of a tit.  Holy shit!  Now no one ever prepared me that this could all be the way it worked. Here I was, naively thinking I was supposed to end up with one steady boyfriend and he was supposed to be too jealous to allow any other fella to lay a hand on me.  This new version of reality was blowing my mind.  This boyfriend wanted to share me with his friend!  What the hell?

We began the ascent to the top, cars lurching to the top as the Carnie stopped each time to let in a new batch of people.  I looked over to see if Ward was really okay with all of this and he kissed my mouth. Then Jimmy wanted one too.  I still wasn’t sure how I felt about this, but I wanted to be a good sport, so I gave him a little peck.  A moment later, he had his tongue probing against my lips.  I kind of shook him off.  Then Ward had his hand sliding up my shirt.  I’d no more put his hand back on his leg when Jimmy had his hand creeping in on the other side.  Was this okay?  I was completely torn.  I really wanted Ward to have his hands all over me (okay, maybe a little more privately), but he really seemed to want Jimmy in on our arrangement.

At the fair, anything seemed possible.  Anything. The cars lurched a couple more times, then the Ferris wheel started going. Well if they could touch me, I could touch them!  My heart racing, I reached over and pushed the bulge forming in Ward’s jeans.  It made me tingle to know that I was touching his hard-on.  Oh God.  I avoided looking at his face, or looking at Jimmy to see if he saw.  But he saw.  No doubt.  His hand was reaching for my nipple, which was doing the ole “Hi, how you doing?” salute, poking completely through the layers of my bra and my clothes.  Next, both boys had hands slipping inside my thighs, and Ward pinched my pussy. 

“Cut it out!” I giggled.

The man running the ride was enjoying the show.  When it came time to change riders, he skipped our car.  Surprised, I looked down at him, and his eyes flashed.  We had an audience!

I don’t know what was getting into me!  I felt both giddy and exhibitionist at the same time.  It was wonderful to be getting all this attention from three different guys!  What the hell?  I put my hand behind me under my shirt.  I unfastened my bra. I passed the strap through my sleeve and popped my arm through that strap.  My bra came out the other armhole.  All this underneath my shirt.  They guys looked at me like I’d just done a magic trick. 

“Oh shit,” they said in unison as my boobs sprang loose.

At once, I had both boys all over those 36C’s like flies on a hamburger.  Jimmy pulled my top up to look at my nipple.  I clapped the shirt down, but not fast enough.  The carnival guy caught an eyeful!  He started laughing.  Jimmy tweaked my nipple.  I felt a spark of excitement shoot though my body, stirring my abdomen.  I could feel actual drips of my juices seep into my panties. 
 
I felt a gust of wind and looked down at my blouse.  It had come unbuttoned.  Ward’s glance followed my eyes, and he laughed, "What have we here?"  His hand crept under my shirt, cupping my breast in his hand.  Suddenly, I was a million miles away and totally oblivious to everything in the world.  The ride started going again, so the boys felt more courage and their hands roamed across my tits, pressing and exploring.  An “I dare you” look flashed between the boys.  Ward held me back and Jimmy slipped a hand between my thighs.  I couldn’t help it.  I  wanted to spread my legs and let him stir up my animal instincts.  But I wasn’t supposed to like this!  What would my mother say?

My nose was wide open.  I smelled the salty scent from the back of Jimmy’s neck and my pussy was hot!  His hand buried between my thighs, all the way up against my puss, he said, “Wow!”  I knew that my smells were seeping through the fabrics and if he pressed his hand to his nose, he would smell everything I had.

This time when the ride was over, the carnival guy let us out.  I felt incredibly flushed.  If he didn’t see everything, it definitely was written all over my face.  Not to mention that my 36C’s were swinging under my shirt. I wasn’t quite sure what happened to my bra.  The Carnival guy suggested that all of us go into his trailer later on, he would get a break around four thirty.  My heart raced a thousand miles an hour.  He looked so skanky!  Thankfully Ward had words to say, "No, Man.  Not this time," and we darted off, laughing.

What was I getting myself into?

We went through the 4-H booth then.  I walked a little ahead of the boys, still trying to figure out what to do. On the one hand, having sex with two boys at the same time would be a total thrill.  But how were we going to get away with it?  Where were we supposed to go?

At the dairy barn they were giving away sample Frosties. We each got a cone, swirled with vanilla ice cream.  I know I was trying to look all cool and collected, like this sort of thing happened to me every day.  My mind racing, I asked the boys if they’d ever been to the reservoir.

Next, the three of us were hiking up the road, hand in hand, arm in arm, if no one was driving by.  I was totally getting into the idea of having sex with both of them, out here in the sunshine, where I could study their erections and try giving head.  Both Jimmy and Ward were walking awkwardly, occasionally pinching at the bulge. I tried to be casual about brushing against Ward.  I wanted to feel his boner through his jeans.  Oh my God!  It felt so wiry, like a spring. It wobbled somewhat, and returned to the exact spot it had been before I had touched it.  I was dying of curiosity.  How exactly did that thing work?
 
We got up to the reservoir, and under the cover of some trees, we found a brushy area that we ducked into. Jimmy took his sweatshirt off and laid it out.  Apparently it was supposed to protect me from the elements.  My hands were shaking.  I figured I should undress, but I didn’t exactly know how to get naked in front of two guys.  I mean, this didn’t just come natural to me.  One time, I’d gotten restricted from TV for a week because my little brother let me see his cock.  Girls are supposed to behave themselves.  No matter what. Mother did try to teach me right from wrong.  I had to give her that.

I was feeling self-conscious, but the guys just peeled off their clothes, like they did it every day.  They thought nothing of whipping it out right in front of each other! Both their dicks twanged right up as soon as they slid out of their tidy whities.  Boiiiing!

I was embarrassed.  It was my turn.  I didn’t want to just pull down my pants and have them both looking at my puss.  What a double standard, huh?  I mean, I wanted to stare at them.  I hadn’t even realized how their pubic hair would stick out like a tuft of grass.  Ward’s pubic hair was reddish brown, and Jimmy’s was definitely darker.  More like mine.  Oh my God.  The thought of them just looking at my pubic hair made my mouth go dry.  I remembered that Ward had sort of seen me before, that time on his bed, but that was so quick.  Almost pointless.  This time, I was doing it with TWO guys. If Mother found out, my life would be fucking over.  I might as well just chalk it up, draw the silhouette of my body on the pavement and dive for the location off the tenth floor. 

At least I was going to go out with a bang.

Nervously, I unzipped my jeans and wiggled out of them.  My panties came down with my pants.  I clapped my hand over myself and looked at them and giggled.  “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

Ward said, “You’re doing fine.”

I just knew they were staring at my stomach, how the cellulite kind of bubbled out below my navel.  I pulled my shirt down over my gut, hoping it would hide something.

“I think you look good.  Awesome.”  Jimmy declared.

Well I sure the hell didn’t believe him. These two were just out here to get a piece, not to be honest. 

But he sounded sincere.  And I have to say I wanted to eat it up, his compliments, his attention.  You see, we girls do not believe you are serious when you say you want to be with us.  We really, in our heart of hearts, believe you are just doing us to practice for the cheerleader, for the gymnast, for the gal you really want to fuck.

I looked at Jimmy’s cock.  He kind of had it in his hand, like he was holding it at bay.  I wondered if he was thinking, “Down, Boy.”

Well I didn’t know what to do.  I lay down with my back on the sweatshirt that Jimmy had spread out, and I opened my legs.  I felt their eyes searing through me.  Jimmy taking it in for the first time.  I wondered if he’d seen a dozen magazine girls, and if he was sorely disappointed.  Was he thinking, “so that’s all there is?” 

But somehow my insecurities didn’t make sense with what was going on.  Ward laid down on my left and Jimmy laid down on my right.  They gingerly put their hands on me.  Ward reached to unfasten the buttons on my shirt.  My breasts were splayed out to the sides.  Good grief.  Were they supposed to stay perky?  All pointed straight out.  Maybe I should sit up to give them a different angle.  I mean, after all, these guys could see everything.  Every mole, every pore, every goosebump.  My nipples were acting funny.  They were mooshed, like one of them got caught behind a button or something.  Jimmy didn’t seem to notice.  He just put his mouth over it and started sucking. 

What a strange sensation?  I mean, I knew I could push my breasts up and catch the damn thing in my own mouth, but this was different.  It felt completely wild to be the recipient.  To just lay down and let them take me.  A jumble of different songs went swirling through my head.  “Afternoon Delight...Take me, take me, take me....Mama’s got a squeeze box, Daddy never sleeps at night.” 

I closed my eyes and I could feel their things pressing into my thighs.  Ward on my left, Jimmy on the right.  I wanted to look down, to compare them, to see who was bigger.  What if one of them was really huge?  I opened an eye and squinted.  They were laying on top of them and I couldn’t see a thing.  I tried to be at one with my thighs.  Which one was bigger?  Ward’s was, I thought. 

Maybe I could get a good look at them before we were finished.

Ward started kissing my mouth.  He was all over me.  I could feel his tongue exploring my teeth, flitting around, over my tongue, under my tongue, back to my teeth.  He sucked a little and pulled my tongue into his mouth.  He tasted funny. But it wasn’t bad.  It wasn’t like he had bad breath or anything.

Then Jimmy put his hand down on my puss.  Right against the bare skin.  Oh my God.  I wondered if he was just looking at it, touching it with one hand, holding his thing with the other.  I was busy kissing Ward, and I was dying to know what Jimmy was thinking.  Did I smell okay?  Would he put his mouth on me?  Was I going to like this?

I felt him pushing my legs apart.  He smoothed my pubic hair down.  Then he pulled my labia apart!  Oh God.  I hardly dared to look at that myself.  No one had every really looked close up at my pussy, except I did that one time when I was in the house by myself.  I got out Mom’s compact and opened it and perched on the toilet and looked.  The folds were kind of purplish, at least more than I expected them to be.  And the hairs grew all over the place, even down the crack!  I pushed my finger around the ridges and it felt tingly.  That one little bumpy part in the front was almost too sensitive to touch!  I definitely didn’t want him messing with that little bumpy part. 

But he didn’t.  Jimmy just sat and looked at my puss.  I felt so self-conscious.  Like he could see through me.  Like I was invisible.  Or maybe I was suddenly ultra visible.  I wished I had one of those photographers to air brush me.  I tried to remember if I had any zits.  God, I hoped I didn’t have any fucking zits.

Whatever I had or didn’t have, the boys didn’t seem to mind.  I did notice they seemed to keep one hand on their thing.  I wondered if it felt weird to have dicks just dangling there, all vulnerable.  Were they feeling self-conscious too?  Maybe they didn’t want each other staring at their dicks.  Maybe they didn’t want me staring.  Maybe they didn’t care.

“Can you lay down here a minute?”  I heard myself ask.  I patted the sweatshirt and moved out of the way.  Ward scrambled under me and laid on his back.  His cock didn’t poke straight up like I thought it would.  It kind of swung down in an arch that almost hit his belly button.  It veered off to the right.  I wanted to touch it.  Would he let me?

Tentatively, I put my fingers on it.  I didn’t want to hurt him.  I knew that if I accidentally hit his balls I could cause him some real grief, but I didn’t know where the line was–the line between pleasure and pain. What if it was just all super-sensitive?  The way my little bumpy part was.  I mean, I didn’t really want them messing with that, not because I thought they would hurt me, more because I thought if they did anything, it would make me piss all over everything.  Sometimes when I masturbated, I hit that bump a little, and one time for sure it made me want to pee.  I went to the toilet and tweaked it persistently.  Then I peed, and the heat from my urine washed down over my hand.  I really liked the way it felt, but I didn’t want to have a burst of piss shoot out in the middle of our threesome.  Most of the time, hitting the bump felt okay, but I still wasn’t sure how everything worked down there. 

“Tell me if I do anything you don’t like, okay?”

“You’re doing fine.” Ward said.  His voice sounded a little funny.  Maybe he felt as weird as I did.  Maybe that time on his bed was his very first time?  We hadn’t ever talked about it, we just did it.

While I was leaning over him, Jimmy was behind me.  Suddenly I felt his hand on my inner thigh.  Right beside my butthole!  Oh my God.  He wasn’t going to look at my butthole, was he?  I turned and flashed him a grin.  “Be careful back there.  I’m a little nervous, okay?”

“I think you’re beautiful.”  He mumbled.

Yah, sure.

I went back to touching Ward’s cock.  It looked weird.  For some reason, I was reminded of E.T., the way his head kind of bulged out over his neck, the funny way the skin wrinkled up around him.  I didn’t want to push the skin around too much.  What if it hurt?  To be honest, I didn’t really know what the hell I was supposed to do.

“Here,” Ward said.  “Watch me a sec.”  And he put his hand over his thing, and he rubbed it up and down a few times.  It’s funny, because as scared as I was to move the skin around, that’s what he seemed to like.  “It’s not going to break,” he said, “believe me.”

I wanted to put my mouth on it.  The way I’d heard the wild girls did.  Guys were really supposed to like it when you put your mouth up and down on it.  I’d been a thumb sucker, so I wasn’t really phased by putting it into my mouth.  So I did it.  I slipped it into my mouth, my hand still firm on the shaft.  I heard Ward suck in real hard, and I pulled off at once.  “Am I hurting you?” I asked, panicked, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Hell no.  That’s just right.  Keep it up.  Try sliding your mouth up and down.” 

He pushed his pelvis forward, trying to guide his thing back into my mouth.  Sweet Mother of God, I was so worried I was hurting him!  I tried to settle back down on it, pushing it back into my mouth, but this was my first time giving a blow job.  Oh my teeth!  He's hitting my teeth!  What if I scrape him?  And, what was this taste?  His smell seeped into my nostrils, and I stopped just short of snuffing and snorting like a new puppy to figure out what it was.  (Girls don't smell like this!)  It wasn’t so much a taste, but his sweat, all up in my nose.  It was so carnal, and I was totally going for it, but it was unlike anything else I’d encountered before. 

Then everything all ran together.  Jimmy was back there, you know, by my butt, and I don’t know what the hell he was doing, but he started pushing stuff around back there, rubbing my puss, and oh hell was I wet!  And from that angle.  Oh my.  I just kinda jutted my ass back at him and oooh Lordy, was he messing with my head!  Euphoria swept up over me, like a bank of fog in the valley.  I couldn’t see what I was doing.  I kept looking for a way out.  But when you’re in a fog, all there is to do is to pay attention to exactly what is before you, and that, as you know, was Ward’s twitching cock. 

Now if you’re thinking about doing a threesome yourself, all I can tell you is that first time, it was totally overwhelming.  When I could pay attention to what I was doing and bob my face up and down on that arching cock, he started writhing and moaning.  Then I was distracted from sucking what I was supposed to be sucking. 

Then Jimmy started doing his thing back there behind me.  At first he was just making sure everything was wet enough to slide himself in.  Then when he first stuck it in, especially with me on my hands and knees bent over Ward, well oh my God, there was nothing I could do to make myself keep focusing on Ward.  I backed up on his dick, and felt him resist, ramming against me.  It slid so much deeper than my finger ever reached.  I mean, there was that one time I’d stuck a nail polish bottle up in there, then I got chicken that it would get stuck, so I pulled it right back out.  Jimmy’s dick didn’t feel like that.  There were no edges, he just merged into me.  For some reason I was struck that he was the exact temperature I was.  It woke something inside, and suddenly, I couldn’t get enough. 

“Oh! Oh, oh oh, oh!”  I called out after a few moments.

“Hey Man, she’s liking that.  Whatever you’re doing, keep it going, Man.”

“I don’t know how long I’m gonna last...” Jimmy panted.  “It’s feels too damn good.”

“Then pull it out, Man.  Give yourself a break.”

Jimmy pulled it out.  I yelped, startled by the sudden change.  I wanted some more.  I looked back over my shoulder and he was standing behind me, kind of stroking it, kind of just pinching it.

Ward scrambled up from underneath me, “I want some of that too.”

Then he was behind me and pushing it in.  Yes.  He definitely went in a little deeper than Jimmy, and oh my goodness, I don’t know what the hell he was pushing up against inside of me, but oh it felt so, so good.  I arched my back and closed my eyes.  I put my hand down between my legs and kind of held it there.  Like I said, all of this was new, and I couldn’t tell if I needed to pee.  I kind of thought I needed to, but then it felt okay.  Jimmy watched where I put my hand.  In a minute, he put his hand there too, right there on that bumpy part and he started to rub it.  Ward kept pounding away from behind. 

“Ah! Oh, oh, oh, oh...”  I couldn’t help it.  The sounds were sudden, and coming out of me almost against my will.  He was hitting on something, something glorious.  I felt a momentum building up, but I didn’t feel afraid that I was going to pee anymore.  It was different than that.  Jimmy kept twitching his hand back and forth across my puss, and whatever it was he was doing, I didn’t want him to stop. 

All I could think was Hallelujah!  Hallelujah!  Jesus, I was DONE trying to be a good girl, trying to fight these animal urges. I was fucking done.  I had my butt arching up and down on that great angle of his dick and he was really sticking it to me.  Jimmy actually rolled under me, there with his head in the sticks and the dirt and he pushed up against me and put his mouth on my puss!  His tongue lolled around, flitting here and there, staying persistent in the folds.   I was loving it!  I was loving every fucking minute of it. 

I mean, there I was, a moment earlier, afraid to take it out of my pants, hardly able to do more than unzip and pull.  Then here I was, just a few minutes later, grinding my puss up and down on one guy’s face while the other one rode me from behind!  It was wonderful!

Ward’s cock seemed to be swelling to a new size!  I knelt down on my forearms, arching into it, and I could feel it sliding up and down against the lateral walls, friction, friction, friction.  Oh it was good!  Jimmy was working his hand, then his mouth.  Quite honestly, I didn’t know WHAT he was doing, but he was hitting something right.  Exactly right.  I squeezed Ward with my cunt, gripping his great dick with the walls of my pussy, and wonderful warm feelings washed over me.
I clapped my hand over my mouth to keep from yelling. “Oh shit!”

Then Ward groaned aloud.  I was surprised to hear him so close to my ear.  He pulled out, and I felt him squirt stuff all over the cheeks of my ass.  I reached back to feel it, and it was all sticky.  I licked it off my hand.  Oh Goodness!  I wasn’t expecting it to taste like THAT.  I reached into my pocket for a piece of gum while I decided whether I liked it.

“Let me finish, okay?”  Jimmy asked, and backed out from under me.  He pushed it in, I was quite slippery by then, and it only took him a moment before he fired it off.  “Ah, ah, ah, ah!” he called out as he shot his load. 

I ended up wiping their cum off my ass with my cotton panties and tossing them under a tree. Hopefully my mother wouldn’t be looking up when I came into the house, and wouldn’t ask me where my bra and underpants disappeared to.  I was feeling euphoric, and when I felt like that, I got a little too mouthy.  It was sure to set her off.  I was sure she’d send me to my room.  If she did, I determined, then I would strip, lay back on the bed, and masturbate.  Stir all these good feelings back up.  Then I’d go take a bubble bath.  What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

When I stood up and started walking--I don’t know how to describe it--I just felt opened.  I felt like my pussy was pulled out to its real size, and there was no going back.  Whenever I moved, I was acutely aware that I had just been PROBED, and it felt marvelous.  Like a secret I didn’t need to share.  I had a real cunt, and it was all mine.

Later, we all noticed scratch marks on each other where we didn't have scratch marks before.  Suddenly, I feel quite nervous like of course the whole world would KNOW what we’d been up to.  I spent time tugging on my clothes, pulling sticks out of my hair and my socks.  When we got back to the fairgrounds, we went our separate ways.  I needed to go home.  I smelled like sex and I needed to put on a bra.

Even though Ward, Jimmy and I all promised to find each other again some time, so far it hasn’t happened.  Meanwhile, they stirred up an appetite inside of me that I didn’t know how to keep up with.  I so wanted to have another meeting!  My puss was on fire, and I was masturbating two and three times a day...

Slutgirl was awakened.

She then dropped her g-string below her crotch, and gave me an up-close very of the most beautiful, smoothly shaven pussy a guy could behold. She then fingered it with her shapely manicured frosted pink-tipped index nail, and told me that there was more to it in the VIP room, if I was willing to pay to play. I asked her how much to play, and she said usually $50.00 per dance, but that she would give me a special rate for a really good time.

I put $20.00 in her g-string, and she then put my face between her breasts, held me there long enough to let me kiss both of her tits, and give her a little tongue action. After that, she spread her legs, rubbed her clit for me, and told me to wait for her and then we would go have some fun.

After her set, she came over, sat down next to me, and made sure that I had a very good view of her silky tanned legs, and asked me if I liked what I saw. She then looked around to make sure that the floor manager wasn't watching our direction, and put her hand on my crotch, and started rubbing my dick through my jeans. Grinning seductively, Brittany leaned over, put her soft pink lips on my ear, and said "I think you like this. In fact, I know you like it, and it's making my pussy wet. Let's go back to the VIP room and get started."

The VIP room consisted of several couches up against the wall, one or two on each wall. It was dimly lit, but still enough light to see a girl's pussy or tits, but not enough for anyone looking in to see what may actually be happening. As we entered, one of the other girls that I had seen on stage before Brittany was down on her knees between a guy's legs, and was giving him one hellacious blowjob. About the time we sat down in the couch across from them, she stood up, turned around, facing away from him, moved her g-string to the side, and sat down on him, giving him a reverse cowgirl fuck. From the front though, looking into the room, it would only appear as if she were grinding on the guy and he was merely getting a very sensual lap dance.

Brittany and I watched her fuck him for a while, waiting for the current song to finish. She leans over, and while rubbing my dick tells me that watching the other girl being fucked was getting her extremely horny. I asked her, "how much to dance?", to which she replied "$40.00 each one." I then told her, "how about $150.00 for four dances?"

Brittany looked at me, smiled very seductively, and still rubbing my crotch said that we had a deal. She then unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick, and then sat down in my lap, facing me. She smiled, looked back towards the door to make sure the coast was clear, and then went to work. About two minutes into the most sensual handjob I had ever had, she says "did you bring a condom, because we are going to fuck for three songs. I haven't fucked a guy in two months and I need a dick up my pussy."

I pulled a condom out of my pocket, and put it over my dick. No sooner had I rolled it all the way down than she was moving her g-string aside, rising up just a little bit, and grabbing my dick to guide it into her love tunnel. She then sat back down in my lap, put her arms around my neck and began bouncing up and down to the rhythm of the song coming from the dj booth.

After the first song finished she told me that we still had three more to go and she was bound and determined to give me my money's worth for this lap dance. I took one of her tits and began caressing it with my tongue, licking her nipple, moving my tongue over and around the entire nipple area. I softly bit her nipple between my teeth, and she let out a moan of ectasy, and told me "Oh god!! Do that again! That feels so good, and makes me tingle!!" So I again bit her nipple just enough to hold it between my teeth, but not cause her pain.

As the second song finished, Brittany moaned, leaned over, putting her head on my shoulder, and whispered into my ear that she wanted me to cum at the same time she did. I told her that was a great idea, but that she was fucking me so hard and her pussy was so tight that I didn't think I would last for one more song.

So, she leaned back, extended both of her arms, holding my shoulders, and told me to get ready, because she was about to fuck me to completion, and said, "Shoot your cum into me, so I can cum on your pants. I'm going to squirt all over these dark blue jeans." She started bouncing and bucking even harder, and my dick began to throb unmercifully. Just watching her tits move up and down, and seeing her abdomen writhe and wriggle as she drove my dick as deep into her pussy as she could with every bounce, was enough to make me erupt.

My legs began to quiver, I tightened up, grabbed her with both hands around the waist, pulled her as close me as I could get her, wrapped my arms around her, as she put her arms around me, anticipating what was about to happen. I whispered to her, "here it comes baby. I'm about to give you a load. Get ready, and squirt all you want."

She began to moan, hiss, and squeal, not so that anyone else could hear, but in my ear. About the time my load of jizz shot out and up into her pussy, she exclaimed "Oh God!! Oh shit!" Seconds later, I feel a huge wet spot developing around my crotch area, but we are too much into finishing our fuckfest to care about anything else for the moment.

She finally relaxes after several moments of sheer ectasy and pleasure, looks up at me, and asks, "Is my face red, because when I cum, my face gets red and flushed." She was not only flushed in the face, but her chest, her tits, and her entire upper torso had the appearance of prickly heat on a hot Texas summer day. I just smiled and told her that she looked fine, and that we could sit in VIP until she regained her color.

We cleaned up, hugged, cuddled, and kissed for a few minutes, and then she was called out by the DJ. I had to get back to the hotel to pack and finish up a few things before coming back to Texas. I tipped her $200.00 for her time, and when she counted it told me that I had given her too much money. I told her that good service and quality time is rewarded with a tip over and above the actual cost of goods or services provided. She grinned, gave me a kiss, thanked me, and told me to have a safe flight home.

I told her "No. Thank you! You made my entire stay in Memphis a time to remember." To this day, when I think of Memphis, my first thoughts are not about Elvis Presley, Graceland, BBQ ribs, or even the Blues music found on Beale Street. My first thoughts, and fondest memories are centered around a most beautiful, sensuous blonde dancer whose skills at dancing are only surpassed by her skills of fucking.

 

Driving into the lot, it was observed that there were not too many cars, which is a good thing when visiting a club. Fewer guys means more attention by the ladies there, and that means a better chance at having some extra-curricular fun, and definitely for a cheaper price; these girls still have to make the rent, and on a slow night they are more open to price negotiations for their time.

 

I ordered a Jack and Coke and sat down close to the stage. I spotted a waitress and told her I was looking to spend a little time with a beautiful, petite, young lady who was willing to keep a nice guy company for about an hour or two. She said that there was a brand new girl there, and it was her very first night to dance, ever. I told her, “send her over here, and I will treat her right, and make her first night dancing worth her while.”

 

A few minutes later, this gorgeously tanned, long blonde-haired vixen walks over to me, and tells me her name is Ashley. She had a perky set of 34B’s, that were trying there damnedest to pop out of the white bikini top she was wearing, which was just a bit too small to be worn swimming, but was just right for strip club attire.

 

She had on a pair of matching white paten-leather heels, which added about seven-inches to her 5-3” 110-pound frame. She sported a small tattoo of a Scorpio zodiac on her left ankle, and her toes were polished with the most beautiful shade of translucent pink. She made it a point to dangle her foot back and forth as she sat on my lap, with her arm around my neck.

 

Noticing that I was watching her move her foot back and forth, admiring her soft, golden-tanned toes and ankle, she said, “I just got my toenails polished today. My friend Lisa took me because she said if I was serious about dancing, my feet and my body always have to look good. Do you like them?”

 

I smiled, leaned over to her, and said, “baby, you have yourself a foot man tonight. Your pedicure looks awesome!” Then I kissed her on the cheek, and caressed her leg.

 

 

 

Looking at me, she tells me that she was nervous about going up on stage and taking off her clothes in front of a bunch of guys.  I told her that there was nothing to be nervous about, mainly because there weren’t that many guys in there to begin with. I then told her to pretend that she was only taking off her clothes for me, and nobody else. With that, she smiled, gave me a kiss and went up as the DJ called her name.

 

When she was finished with her set, she came back, sat down, leaned over and asked me if we could go where it was a little bit more private. I summoned the floor manager and told him we wanted the most private VIP suite available.

 

We sat down on the couch, her in my lap, and waited for the song playing to finish. Ashley asked me, “So, what can we do in here with all this privacy? I know what I want to do.” She smiled very seductively, placed her hand on my crotch and started to rub. I said to her, “I thought you were new to this type of thing,” to which she replied, “I’m new to dancing, but I have fucked once or twice in my life. Hell, I’m 19 years old.”

 

With that, she unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick, and dropped to her knees. After about five minutes of sucking my cock, she stands up, gets into my lap up on her knees. She grabs my head with both hands, places my face into her cleanly shaven pussy, and tells me, “Now it’s your turn.” I place my tongue inside her pink pussy lips and begin to flicker it from side to side, up and down, while also sucking her clit ever so gently. She presses me into her crotch even harder and tells me to tongue-fuck her because she wants to cum on my face. I oblige and give her a tongue-lashing that sent her body into quivering ecstasy.

 

After she squirted all over my face, with pussy juice running down my chin, she tells me to get ready because she about to not only give her first lap dance, but was going to fuck me in the process. I ask her if she wants me to use a condom, but she tells me there is no need for it. “I want you to shoot your cum deep into my pussy, and then watch it drip down my leg,” she said.

 

Without further hesitation, I leaned back in the couch, and she sat down on me, reverse cowgirl style. Suddenly, I felt my dick encapsulated by a warm, moist sensation, which I knew meant that we were now going bareback-style. This was the first time in my life that I had ever fucked a girl bareback. Hell, even my ex-wife would never let me fuck her without a condom. The night I lost my virginity as a 19 year-old college sophomore I even used a rubber. But here I was, a 38 year-old guy, fucking a gorgeous 19 year-old bombshell of a girl, without using any protection at all, and God, did it feel great!!

 

This was an entirely new world for me. Ashley seemed perfectly content to let me caress her tits and hold her gently as she rode my pony. She was rubbing her clit with one hand, and running the other hand through her hair as she moaned. As we were bouncing with the rhythm of song number four, out of the blue she says, “Do you want a good view of my pedicure while we fuck, so you can cum better?” God, this girl was my dream. “Hell yes, baby!” I exclaimed. “Put one foot up on the table and show me your toes.” There was just enough light in the VIP lounge to reflect the light pink polish with a gleam, making her toes glimmer in the soft light. This aroused me even more. That, and knowing she was going to let me jizz in her cunt was too much.

 

Staring at her left foot, which she had removed from her high heels and had placed up on the table so that I could see it, I told her to get ready for my load. She began to hump even more wildly, with more vigor and enthusiasm. “Shoot all your cum inside me! Don’t worry because I take birth control. I love to fuck!” she said.

 

That was it! I sprang a load of hot jizz into her warm, already wet cunt. She pressed down against me, clenching her pussy muscles to clamp down on my dick. After I finished, true to her word, she stood up, faced me, and said, “Look. It’s going to start dripping down my leg. Watch. This shit turns me on something fierce!” As I stared, I could see my love juices slowly beginning to ooze out of her pussy, dripping and sliding down her bronzed inner-thigh. After watching it for a brief moment, she took her index finger, ran it up her leg, much like a little kid would do to a bowl of frosting when his mom is icing a cake, gathering cum into a puddle. She then took this puddle of cum onto her finger, and placed it in her mouth, holding it there and sucking for a moment or two, exclaiming, “Umm. So warm and gooey. Oh this is great!”

 

Ashley then sat back down, took a napkin, cleaned off my dick, and zipped me up. She put her g-string back on, tied her bikini top, smiled, and kissed me on the cheek. “This was my first lap dance ever. I think I’m going to like this dancing stuff after all.” With that, I tipped her, gave her a hug, and assured her that she had definitely found her talents, and they were just as good off-stage as they were on the stage.