She made me get up and turn over. Now I was kneeling on the floor with my knees on the towel and holding on to the toilet bowl while my bare ass was facing her. She told me to lay my head on the toilet seat and reach back and hold open my ass cheeks. I was so ashamed but I did it. I could feel my face flushing and I'm sure that tears were welling up as I exposed my bottom to this strange woman and laid my head on the cold seat. Again I felt the warm lather on my ass, and then the skritch of the shaver as it worked its way up and down my crack and around my anus. It felt strangely good, however, to be shaved clean. Then I felt the smoothness of her gloved fingers on my labia again as she shaved the last bits of fuzz off. Her hand was warm and gentle through the gloves and she carefully tended to each detail of my sex. I've never been shaved or waxed down there before. She is carefully grooming every inch of me down there and in doing so her gloved fingers caress each fold and explore me in ways no one had ever done. It was clinical like I was being washed and tended like a ripe fruit being prepared for market, but I could swear she was masturbating me at the same time and I was growing wet with each gentle touch of her fingertips.
When she was done she let me put my hands down and then she wiped and massaged me with a warm, wet towel and I could feel my arousal growing even though I am repelled by the idea of having sex with a girl. Except, well, when I was younger; but that’s different. She reached forward and took one of my hands and put it on the warm towel, and then I felt her very close behind me. Not too sure what’s going on here, but it does feel good.‘You may masturbate now,’ she whispered into my ear, leaning close against me, but just then there's a knock on the door and someone is calling her name, Annika.
I’m sure I was bright red but the lights disguised it well. Johnny was ‘in the VIP’, at a table with overstuffed couches, sitting across from Keith. Keith had a bunch of his old high school buddies with them, and they look totally out of place. As I sat down I noticed a tall, dark-skinned woman striding boldly across the room wearing only a black lace bra, panties, and the tallest stiletto heels I've ever seen. She glanced at me and then cast a hard look at the blonde girl who nodded obsequiously and left the room. The dark-skinned woman then slid down next to Johnny and she and her Asian friend put their arms around him and kissed him quickly. A couple other women came up and Johnny introduced them to Keith and his friends. The air is heavy with cigarette smoke. We had a few drinks, sat around for a bit, and then the girls decided to go out on the dance floor,and so they pulled me along through the seething mass of pulsating bodies.
Amazingly, they slithered their way into an unoccupied corner of the floor and started moving with the rhythm. Keith and his friends soon came out. The girls were really good dancers and it actually started to be a lot of fun. I worked my way next to Keith and danced around him, and I felt an electric thrill as he put his hands on my hips. I kept moving with the music, and soon I felt his strong bronzed body pressed against mine. I could feel his growing bulge on my ass. I massaged it by rocking my hips. In the darkness I took one of his hands and put it over my breast, and he pulled me close and then started to nibble my earlobe. I could feel him growing harder in his pants. God, I wanted what he had! It felt so good to have him hold me in his arms! I took his hand from my breast as some of his friends showed up but I put it on my ass, away from their sight. He slid his fingers under my dress for an instant and let him feel my smoothly shaved pussy. I was so excited at his fingers on me and how sensitive my skin was, I practically came right then!
The beat changed and the crowd surged, and then all of a sudden Johnny’s entourage was out on the dance floor around us. It was hard to find room to dance and my head was spinning as the bass beat pounded through my very core. I felt one of the girls dancing with me. Some of the girls were dancing with Keith’s friends, and somehow another of the girls had been pushed in between me and Keith, wedging us apart. No doubt she was teasing him with her ass. I could see the dark skinned woman from the car kissing one of Keith’s friends passionately while another girl reached down and stroked him through his pants and then unzipped him and slid her hand in. THe next thing I knew the fark skinned woman was dancing next to me with her partner behind her. I felt his arms around her and realized he was fucking her from behind as the three of us danced together. I saw him looking at me, and it disgusted me, so I turned away.
Then I felt hands on me and someone was pulling me towards them. I turned to find Keith, but he’s not around. I started to panic and felt like I was in one of those zombie movies. Except the music is compelling and my head was swimming. It was getting hard to tell what was happening. Finally, the tempo of the music changed, and the crowd thinned a little, and somewhere someone opened a door and cool, fresh air spilled onto the dance floor. Instantly the mood changed, and the crowd thinned out. The DJ, seeing the change in atmosphere, and the need for a general break, spun down the tempo to a more sedate rhythm. I spotted Keith across the floor, talking with Johnny, and pulled him away and let him dance slowly with me, with his hands on my waist. The music started to slowly build back as the DJ pumped up the tempo, and the scene on the dance floor got intense. The lights changed to strobes only, and a smoke machine pumped out white mist. It was hard to see more than a few feet. I kissed Keith passionately and he reciprocated. I felt wet and so open for him as I guided his hand up my thigh to my smooth, freshly shaved pussy. My knees started to buckle as he slipped his fingers in, and at the same time I slid my hand down over the bulge in his pants and quickly unzipped him, letting his nine inches of glory spill out into the dance floor haze. I don't know why I did that, I just couldn't keep myself off of him.
I reached down and stroked it and it was already throbbing and twitching. I started to stroke him and then I felt another hand on his cock! In the strobe light I see the dark woman is behind him, stroking his ass with one hand and his cock with the other, and he turned and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Hands were holding me now, and some powerful chest was pressed against my back, and I felt strong arms around me. I looked down and saw the purple fluorescence of a white shirt, with gold French cufflinks, and smelled the sandalwood cologne, and I felt that goatee as Johnny’s lips nibbled my earlobe. Despite myself, I felt aroused by his hands on my breasts. I wanted to reach for Keith, but I couln’t believe he was kissing that woman - but then, Johnny ... part of me wanted him, too, was excited to feel that I was making him grow harder and harder. I pressed myself against Keith as Johnny caressed me. Keith’s chest was warm and his heart was racing as my breasts pressed against his chest. It stayed dark now, but the music blared as Johnny lifted my dress and kissed my neck and earlobes, and then slowly pressed me downwards. I felt the girl’s hands on Keith’s cock, and then I reached out and felt them take my hand and wrap it around his massive member and guide it towards my mouth. I was on my knees now, holding myself up with one hand and Keith’s rod with the other, when I felt Johnny slide back and suddenly he was lifting me up by the thighs with his surprisingly strong arms. I felt hot breath on my ass, and then his lips delicately kissing the folds of my outer lips. My head was swimming and I couldn’t tell if it’s dark or light in the room, or who’s watching, all I could do is feel Johnny’s skilled mouth on my pussy, and then his tongue entered me as I sucked off my boyfriend. I can’t believe this is happening! The nerve of that guy! Who the hell does he think he is? But God it felt so good. I’ve never had a boy do that to me; this guy actually knows what he’s doing. I can hardly concentrate on sucking Keith off, I just wanted Johnny to let me cum on his mouth, he feels so good, part of me says, and the other part say, no, what the hell are you doing? Keith’ll think you’re a slut.
One of the women had pulled a condom out of her purse, I think, and was unrolling it onto Johnny’s member. He was on his knees, holding my hips, and then suddenly I felt his hot cock slipping deep within me and a groan escaped uncontrolled from my lips. His shaft is hot and hard and it fully fills me and I feel my arousal coursing through my body. God, Johnny, you know how to fuck a woman. He pulls out, tantalizing me, and then he sinks back in, sensing my arousal, adjusting the tempo as I burn with desire for him, and he knows it, the bastard!!! There was a faint light down here from one of the power strips by the DJ, and in the glow I was shocked to see that the dark woman’s face is next to Keith’s cock. She took him from me, and then, squeezing the base, licked the bottom of the shaft all the way to the head, and then handed him back to me to do the same. I felt Keith hardening, his massive member curling upwards in proud defiance. The dark woman nodded as I sucked Keith off, and then she stopped me and took his member, made a circle with her thumb and forefinger, wetted it with saliva, and then used that to mimic penetration. She put her finger-ring over this head and then tongued just the head, and then pantomimed for me to do the same. Meanwhile, Johnny’s fucking the hell out of me, and I could feel he’s getting close – he fucked me hard for a dozen strokes with his balls slapping my ass, and then pulled out, with his cock twitching. He was so ready to cum. The dark woman gave me back Keith’s cock and kissed me gently on the cheek as I slapped his manhood onto my tongue, and then sucked him deeply. I could feel the heat building and I just wanted Keith’s cock in my throbbing pussy, and then Johnny pulled out, and suddenly I felt the splash of hot cum on my ass as Johnny pulled off the condom and shot his load onto me. Keith was startled, and I quickly jerked him off, and so he immediately ejaculated on my new dress. I reached down and grabbed his cock as it bounced in the air and tried to keep it from spewing all over me like an errant firehose.
Suddenly the room was spinning and I felt myself falling. I think I must have passed out. The next thing I remembered I’m in Keith’s big vintage Pontiac GTO, in the back, with Keith’s friends. Someone was fingering me, and another guy is jerking off. I shoved them aside, and shook my head clear. Keith tells them to knock it off. I climbed into the front seat and shoved another guy out of the way, and held Keith close. Soon we were home, and still I had to fight those guys off. I was so embarrassed I just wanted to lay down and die.
SHANE:
Kim went quickly into her bedroom, and I went to the door and could hear that she's crying softly. I knocked gently and she didn't want to let me in. Slowly I opened the door and she was sitting on the bed, facing her dresser, slouched over. I sat next to her in silence for a moment, and asked if she's OK. Her nose was a little stuffy, but she nodded in assent.
“How's Ben?” she asked.
We went to have a look at Ben sleeping. He looked very peaceful and innocent, and she gently stroked his hair, and then looked at me and smiled.
I made her some tea, and then I realized that she's still wearing that dress and her folks won't like it. Particularly as the strap's a little torn, and her make-up's smeared.
“Let's get you cleaned up”, I suggested, and she nodded.
“You're sure you're OK?” I asked, not really sure of what I could do or what the situation was.
She nodded, and smiled to me, and drank her tea.
I took her back to her bedroom, and asked, “pajamas in here?” referring to the top dresser drawer. She nodded, and I pulled out some cute flannel pj tops .
“Where are the bottoms?” I ask.
“I don't have any”.
“OK. I'll turn around.”
“You have to unzip me”
So again I turned around, and unzipped that dress, now a little rumpled, smelling of cigarettes, cheap booze, and sweat.
“My top”, she said, and I handed her the top, and she slipped it on.
“The bra strap”, she reminded me, so I slipped my hands up under her top and unclasped it, and she deftly pulled it off while keeping her top on. I'm always amazed at how women can do that. She handed it to me, and then pulled her top down while peeling herself out of the dress, like a banana from its peel. “You have to turn around now”, she said.
“I've seen underwear before”
“I don't have any,” she stuttered.
I rummaged through her drawer and found the nicest silky panties. They were smooth and soft in my hands and it made me aroused thinking of her inside them. It seems totally sexual to pick out panties for a girl, but so be it. I put the panties on the dresser and turned around.
As I turned, and the dress fell to the floor with a swoosh, and then she had the PJ bottoms on and said “OK”, but she still turned her back to me. Her shoulders slumped dejectedly as she let out a big sigh, and so I carefully put my hand on hers, and she let it set there, and then I turned her around gently and hugged her closely. She put her arms around me and rested her head in my chest, and I could feel the warmth of her tears on my shoulder.
“Let's get you cleaned up”, I re-affirmed, so we went into the bathroom, and so I sat her down on the counter top and I ran some warm water on a washcloth, and I put a dry towel in her lap. Then I gently washed away the smoke film, dirt, the dried make-up and who knows what, starting with her forehead, then eyebrows, cheeks, around her nose, then her throat and neck. I handed her the washcloth so she could rub her face in it. Her warm thighs grazed against my hips and it felt great, but I'm so sad and angry at her, at those guys she ran around with. Her lips looked a bit swollen and her eyes were puffy, but were starting to become clearer, and she wiped her nose in the washcloth. So I handed her the dry towel and I got another washcloth and ran cooler water over it, and I tried to dab out something sticky in her hair. It's not gentlemanly, but she was still beautiful to me, maybe even more beautiful now that that veneer of false sophistication and maturity had been stripped away. I felt myself falling for her. A strange energy seemed to fill the space between us, electric, dangerous, and filled with sparks and fire - power to propel us into an unknown, glorious future or to shatter us.