I hadn't been out in what felt like an eternity. I wasn't even sure I could dance any more but when my old boyfriend called asking me to the concert I decided it was worth giving it a shot. My husband was going to be out of town so it was either try dancing or spend another night with the cat.
Since the cat isn't much of a conversationalist, I put on the closest thing to a party dress I owned. I looked in the mirror...well...it would do.
The dress was tight at the waist and short but not too short, after all I wasn't under 30 anymore. At a little past 9 pm I heard the knock on the door. I greeted John with a quick hug. He smelled so good it made my body stir.
I always enjoyed sex with John but since my marriage he wasn't as warm towards me as he had been. For a fleeting moment I wondered if I might be able to warm him up later. My husband had been gone for over a week and I was feeling more than a little needy.
We left quickly. I ask him to drive because I planned to let loose a little. I don't typically drink but I was feeling restless. I had never been to this club but it was exactly like I remembered. The smoke hung in the air, a tangible thing. I knew I would realize later that it had permeated my clothes, my hair, my lungs, all of me without even a hint of foreplay.
I plopped down at a corner table, crossing my legs conscious of the shortness of my skirt. John went to bar, pushing his way up stream against the press of young college students. Living in a college town when school was in session you ran into young hard bodied men and women almost everywhere you went. I took a minute to appreciate the firm breasts on display and the skirts that made mine look grandmotherly.
I watched a few of the fraternity guys coming back from the bar. Their t-shirts were loose but hinted at the hard muscles underneath. I watched one in particular as his tight ass worked its way through the crowd. I sighed. Youth is wasted on the young.
After my second Vodka Collins I got my groove back, either that or I was drunk enough not to care how stupid I looked out on the dance floor. John danced with me for a few songs and then went back to the table to relax. I started to follow but as the next song came on I recognized it as one of my favorite 80's songs. I couldn't miss the opportunity to dance to it again.
As my hips swayed to the music I realized how close the guy behind me was. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and if I inched back even a little I knew I would find my ass grinding into his groin. I would like to think it was the movement of the crowd as more people pressed onto the dance floor but either way, somehow, I closed that tiny distance and felt his hands on my hips pulling me into him.
I leaned my head back and turned to look at him. He wasn't half bad, dark short hair, cute smile and some of those hard muscles. I could feel my nipples tighten and a slight tingling in my cunt. I let him grind into me from behind for the rest of the song, feeling his hands wander up and down my sides, just shy of caressing my breasts.
When the song ended he let go of me and I turned to thank him for the dance but before I could say anything he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Follow me."
This is when common sense should have kicked in, but like I said, I needed a little adventure, and my heart skipped a beat. I nodded my head in agreement.
He wove his way toward the back of the bar, pulling me along by the hand. In the thick crowd John didn't notice us as we passed. I didn't realize the bar had a back door until he pulled me through it into the alleyway. The light breeze felt good as it flitted across the light sweat on my back.
I breathed deeply of the fresh air and looked around. There were half a dozen cars parked in the alley. He pointed toward a black mustang a few feet away, "Want to take a ride?"
His smile was sweet and seductive. I gave him an equally inviting smile and said, "sure."
He grabbed my hand again and pulled me toward the mustang. The car was parked at the end of the lot and on the other side of it was the next building. He pulled me past the passenger side and all the way over to the driver's side of the car.
Quite by surprise, he pushed me away from him so I was facing the wall, and we resumed our earlier position from the dance floor. He rested his hands on my hips and pressed his groin into my ass. I felt his hard cock through our clothes.
"Oh, you meant that kind of ride, did you," I laughed softly.
That was all the invitation he needed. He slid his hands lower and clutched the hem of my skirt, pulling it up around my waist. He nuzzled my ear a little and pressed harder against me. His hands massaged my hips and my ass.
I arched my back into him and he slipped a hand around to feel my wet pussy. He groaned softly as he slid a finger into me. This time it was me pressing into him. He moved his other hand up to finally caress my breast.
I spread my legs a little more. Just as I was preparing for an all-out assault on my pussy, he removed his hand and reach up to unbutton my shirt. I felt each of his hands cup a breast, tweaking and pinching my nipples. My moans gave me away...I love to have my nipples tortured, and he understood this for what it was - an invitation for him to roughly flick and squeeze each nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
My cunt was so wet I thought I was going to cry. For a minute, I was worried when he moved completely away from me, but before I could even turn my head to discover what he was doing, I heard the sound of his zipper and the thump of his shorts as they hit the ground. I smiled as my face was pressed against the wall, knowing that the real fun was about to begin.
He simply pulled my panties to the side and slid his hard cock deep into my cunt with one hard thrust. I gasp and squirmed against the wall. He grabbed a handful of hair in one hand and used the other to arch my back more so that he could get deeper inside me.
"Hey, Don," a voice pierced the quiet.
He stopped and turned to look towards the door to the bar. "Dude, I'm busy," replied the man I now knew as Don.
I heard shuffling in the dirt as Don's friend moved closer instead of going back inside the bar. Geez, Don's friend moved like a herd of elephants. I turned my head to see what was going on.
Don's cock still hard inside me I watched as three of his fraternity brothers neared the front of the mustang.
"Oh, I see you are busy."
All of the brothers laughed and snickered. I leaned my head back and appealed to Don, "Don't stop."
That got another round of snickers and laughter as Don grabbed my hair again pushing my head back into the wall as he went back to pounding cunt. I groaned.
I could tell Don was gesturing to his brothers behind me but he held my head pinned down so I couldn't be sure what was going on. Then, I felt Don pull out and move away. I whimpered a little in protest until the tall, blonde frat brother turned me around to face his hard cock. It was beautiful...a bit thin but long and slightly curved upward.
I eyed him appreciatively. He finished unbuttoning my shirt and began licking and sucking my nipples. My cunt was on fire now and my nipples were so hard that every time he sucked on them I felt it go straight to my cunt.
I reached down and fondled his cock, hoping he planned to use it soon. He responded by grabbing my shoulders and pushing me into a squatting position. Swiftly, I had his long cock shoved in my mouth. I choked as it rammed against the back of my throat, but I was determined to take its full length.
Don moved back over, his cock still out and very hard. He stroked it while he watched his friend fuck my mouth with hard, demanding strokes. Suddenly Don reached over and grabbed my head pulling me off his friend's cock. I looked up at Don and grinned. He shot cum all over my face. This must have worked for his friend because he chose that moment to cum on my face and my breasts.
Don let go and I tried to wipe the cum off my face, succeeding in smearing it all over. I licked my fingers and stood up. My skirt was still wrapped around my waist and my breasts were covered only with cum.
"Well that was fun for you but I have to say I'm not that impressed," I challenged.
After all, my cunt was still unsatisfied and dripping wet. Don turned to look at his other two fraternity brothers. One of them immediately unbuttoned his jeans. The new brother had long dark hair, and his exceptionally thick, albeit short, cock sprang forth, begging for attention. The blonde bother, having redressed himself, roughly bent me over the hood of the mustang.
Inwardly, I had to laugh to myself of the variety of men's cocks, and how I loved them all.
My third frat brother used his legs to push mine farther apart and drove his cock into me. I grunted from the sheer force of his assault on my pussy. My cunt was so wet, it offered little resistance to his thick cock.
