It started off like any other Saturday night. Just the family going to the local bowling alley for a few hours to kill some time and get out of the house. We grabbed our gear and piled into the family minivan. A short 20 minutes later we had arrived.
We got our score sheet from our good friend Sam and went to our favorite lane, #8. After a few practice throws we started in for real. Some teenyboppers played some hip-hop on the jukebox. The placed was packed -- seemed like everyone was sick of the same old weekend routine. Cheers and groans could be heard outside on the street.
After a few games with average scores, we were about to pack it in and let someone else have our lanes, when my husbands' brother, John came in to join us. John and his son Mike bowled 2 games with us and then left with our son, Bobby.
Since the alley was clearing out, we decided to quit for the night and had packed our balls and shoes away. Sam took our money and we talked to him for a while he rang up the night's receipts. I became bored with the "guy talk" and decided to help Sam by cleaning up the trash and wiping down the benches. As Sam vacuumed the floors and my husband Tom put our bowling bags in the van, I sat on top of the counter leafing through an old bowling magazine.
Sam made his way across the floor to where I was sitting and kept bumping into my legs. I pushed him away and being the blonde klutz that I am - lost my balance. Sam thankfully has great reflexes and caught me before I fell off the counter. He made sure I was ok and then continued on with his cleaning.
Tom came and noticed that I was trying to pull my shorts down to a semi decent length. "Whatcha doin' babe?" He asked as he came to stand in between my legs as I sat on the counter.
I explained about falling off and of course he laughed at me. I tried to shove him away and he grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the counter -- fearing I would fall off and grabbed Tom's shoulders. Tom but his hands on my thighs and inched them under the edges. As he kissed my neck, he pushed my shorts up so high that you could see my red bikini panties.
His fingers inched their way toward my pussy. Tom knew that my neck was a sure turn on and I could feel my pussy getting damp. Tom kissed my mouth and I felt my knees weaken. Thank god I was sitting down or I would have been a puddle on the floor, my husband was a wonderful kisser. My tits were swelling and tingling inside my red bra.
With Tom's hands on my thighs and his lips on my neck, I never heard Sam come back up front. Sam was carrying a large box with old bowling pins. As he put the box onto the counter tried to cover myself and get my husbands hands away from my pussy.
"Hey guys -- no fair!" Sam said as he saw what we had been doing. "I am working hard here and you two are just fooling around."
"Sorry, but she is just at the right height for fooling around. Couldn't resist the temptation. What's in the box?" Tom asked never taking his hands away from inside my white denim shorts.
"They are just some old bowling pins. My brother uses them for target practice." Sam showed us one of the old pins. They were scared, chipped, cracked and some cases broken in two.
Tom still had one of his hands up my shorts, teasing the edge of my pussy -- as he held one of the pins. "Well target practice looks like the only thing you could use it for." He gave the pin back to Sam.
Sam looked at Tom's hand inside my shorts and then looked at me and said, "Well, I can think of one thing I would like to try with it." He put the pin on the counter and then took the box of pins out to his truck.
Tom instantly resumed assault on my wet pussy with one hand and then used his other hand to go inside my purple shirt to caress my tits.
"Tom, Sam is coming right back in. Let's go home and finish this." I begged as I felt myself weaken more and more. Much more of this and Tom would be able to do whatever he wanted to me.
Finally with a quick rub on my clit that made my jump and one last quick squeeze and my tit -- he slid his hands out from my cloths. As I tried to calm down I asked, "I wonder what Sam meant about the bowling pin?"
Tom looked my straight in the eye and laughed, "Like you don't know! He wants to shove this pin right here!" Tom picked up the bowling pin and put the narrow end between my thighs straight up to my pussy. "He wants to see if it would fit into your tight little pussy. He would also like to sink his cock into there also." Tom kept the pressure on the bowling pins, shoving back and forth like he was fucking me. The feeling was just like the real thing.
"Sam told me a while back that he would like to taste your sweet little cunt and then fuck you till you scream. Of course he was blind drunk at the time. He even suggested that we double team you some night." Tom was still grinding the bowling pin into my shirts outside my soaked pussy and he started pinching my nipples hard.
I was quickly loosing control. The pressure on my cunt, the pinching of my nipples and hearing all the details of a sexy drunken conversation was making my pussy positively drip. I could not believe my ears. I never had a clue that Sam thought of me in that way. I knew he had looked at my 36DD chest before -- but I was used to that from a lot of people. Some wondered if they were real (yes) and other just wanted to see them naked.
I heard the front door open as Tom kissed me deeply. I knew that Sam was getting an eyeful -- but was pretty much beyond caring. My husband knew that I was putty in his hands at this point.
"Well, do you think it will fit?" Sam asked as he came up beside us at the counter. He put his hand on my thigh and began a gentle massage. Tom looked over at him and said something that floored me.