Carpool Pt 03

We rode in silence as we headed to work the morning after our love making, both of us wrapped up in our thoughts. A few blocks from my office, Allie pulled over on a quiet stretch of street with no one around but an occasional passing car.

Putting the car in park, she turned to me and said, "Last night was the most romantic night of my life. I've never felt that loved in bed with a man. I know we can't fall in love with each other, but I think we can teach each other a lot about what a man and a woman together in love should be like. I want more nights of you licking my slimy cunt, slamming your cock into my tight little fuck hole, and making long, slow passionate love to me. I hope you feel the same."

My eyes were misty as I said, "I'm in. Completely in," and I leaned in to give her a not very cousinly kiss.

As she put the car in gear, I couldn't resist adding, "Besides, you seem to have some natural talent for blowjobs that just needs a little work, and we haven't gotten to the lesson on butt sex yet."

She somehow managed to punch me in the shoulder with surprising strength while pulling into the flow of traffic.

As we were driving home that evening, Allie asked me, "So, what are you doing this weekend?"

I didn't have any plans and I told her so.

She asked, "How would you like to go to Summer Jam? Ray and I used to go every year with two other couples. I'd forgotten it was coming up until Maureen called today to ask if I still want my ticket. She told me she'd already called Ray and he turned them down because he didn't want to make things awkward, so she said I was welcome to one or both tickets."

"From the way she offered me the second ticket it was obvious she wanted to know if I'm seeing anyone but was afraid to ask. I told her I wasn't really dating, but I asked if they'd be okay with me inviting you and she said it would be fine."

Ray was Allie's ex-boyfriend. They'd broken up when he was offered a promotion that came with a transfer to a city about twelve hundred miles away. According to Allie they talked about doing the long-distance thing, but they both admitted they were probably never going to be more than good friends. They had a very civil breakup and Ray left town.

Summer Jam is a three-day, outdoor music festival that takes place in a little town about four hours away. It includes artists from every genre of popular music, and daily attendance is in the tens of thousands.

Allie told me that Maureen's husband, Scott, had gotten tickets to an exclusive section where you sit around a pool on chaises under big umbrellas. There's are attendants to take your orders for drinks and snacks, or you can help yourself at a full-service buffet and bar.

There's also a row of luxury cabanas just behind the section where you can hang out in air-conditioned comfort when you want some down time. Each one has a sitting room stocked with snacks and beverage service and three bedrooms with full luxury bathrooms.

If you believe the concert videos that come out every year, that section is always full of professional athletes, celebrities and their entourages. The video crews love to show hot young celebrities dressed to party and having a good time. Seating is limited to three dozen guests.

Allie and Ryan had been best friends with Scott and Maureen in college, along with the other couple that was going, Guy and Karen. I'd met them all before at a couple of the parties Allie loves to throw. Scott and his partner ran a software company that developed one of those games everyone plays obsessively on their phones. They recently sold it for seven figures plus royalties, so he decided to treat his friends.

Allie warned me that we'd be sharing a room and we had to make it look like we were two platonic cousins making the best of it. I leeringly said, "Oh, I'm planning on making the best of it alright." Allie managed to look down her nose at me with a disapproving expression that was scarily reminiscent of one I'd often seen on my mother's face.

The plan was to meet for lunch and then drive to the hotel where we'd be staying. The first band was supposed to take the stage at seven, so we wanted to get there in time to get checked in beforehand. Fortunately work was slow and I was caught up on my assignments, so my boss had no trouble approving my request to take that afternoon off.

When Allie picked me up on Friday, I saw she'd changed out of her usual business attire into a cute retro tennis outfit, complete with canvas tennis shoes. I noted approvingly that the white pleated skirt was quite a bit shorter than the original design and would likely not have been allowed in proper tennis clubs back in the day. The sleeveless knit top hugged Allies breasts, and I could tell she had on something less confining than the full support bras she normally wore to work. There was a lovely sway to her tits as she turned to give me a chaste, cousinly kiss when I got in the car.

Instead of hitting a nearby restaurant, Allie drove to a town about forty-five minutes away and stopped for lunch at a small-town restaurant where she said she'd eaten before. As we walked into the place, she scooted ahead a few steps and then turned to say, "Hurry up, silly," in a coquettish voice as if she were my ditzy girlfriend. As she turned towards me and back, the twist of her hips caused her skirt to swirl out and up, giving me a glimpse of a tiny white thong disappearing between her delectable cheeks.

The restaurant turned out to be a cozy little family run diner where we could sit together in a booth like a real couple, holding hands and sharing a kiss every now and then. The waitress commented that we were a cute couple and Allie told her this was our first weekend away together.

I used the restroom while Allie paid the check, then she handed me the keys and told me she'd meet me in the car after she made her own pottie stop. When she got in the car, she reached over and dropped something in my lap. As soon as I reached to pick it up I could see that it was her thong. She confirmed this by turning away from me and lifting the back of her skirt before sitting back down. As she did I saw a green jeweled butt plug peeking out between her cheeks.

When she sat back down and turned to look at me she said, "What? I just want to make sure there's no wet spot on the back of my skirt when we get there."

I said, "You know that's not what I was thinking about."

In a voice dripping with mock innocence she said, "Do I? I can't imagine what you're thinking."

I asked, "Why do you own a butt plug if you don't like anal sex."

She laughed and said, "It was a gift from an ex-boyfriend who was trying to get into my ass. He'd read that anal toys were a good way to get a girl's ass warmed up and he thought that would do it. When I told him, 'Not even close,' he got mad. We broke up soon after that, but I thought the plug was pretty, so I kept it. I've even taken a few selfies of me wearing it that are pretty hot."

The last thing she did before driving off was take off her top, revealing a see-through bra with a flower pattern. It gave her tits just a little lift but didn't restrain them.

As we drove, she told me my job was to make sure the driver stayed alert and awake. I soon found out that meant playing with her tits and pussy to keep her on edge.

We had to drive through a couple of small towns along the way. Allie had an old-fashioned tennis sweater as part of her outfit which she draped over her shoulders, letting the sleeves hang over her tit as her nod to modesty when we pulled into those towns.

We hit a stoplight just as we drove into one town. The street was empty except for a grandmotherly looking woman waiting to cross the street. She had a good view into the car, so she could see that Allie was less than decent, and that my hand was on her thigh underneath her skirt. She gave me a "Good for you," smile and I nodded for her to keep watching.

Just before we'd hit the town, I'd had Allie on the edge of cumming and she'd told me to give her a break. That was just a few seconds earlier, so Allie was still flushed and breathing hard. She was still sitting with her left leg cocked to spread her legs and give me access, so I was able to plunge my hand back between her thighs and shove two fingers into her cunt while I rubbed her clit with my thumb. She reached for my hand to stop me, but her orgasm hit before she could do anything. He body stiffened, her head hit the back of the seat, and she sat there shaking and trying, not completely successfully, to stifle her orgasmic moans.

The light was green for several seconds before she recovered and drove off. As she did, I turned to the woman and saw she was laughing and giving me a thumbs up. Allie caught sight of the woman in her rearview mirror and was mortified. After that I had to keep my hands in my own lap whenever we were passing through a town.

Allie stopped at a convenience store a mile or so before we arrived at the hotel so she could fix her outfit and appear respectable when we saw her friends.

We arrived at about five and found the other two couples already checked in. Scott had booked a three-bedroom suite that was surprisingly luxurious considering the hotel was in small-town America. Apparently, Summer Jam and the other concerts hosted by the venue throughout the warm-weather months attracted enough people to make a luxury hotel profitable.

Scott apologized when he showed us our room with its king-sized bed, saying he'd tried to change to something that would have separate beds for us, but every hotel room was booked. He pointed out that the ensuite bathroom had a door for privacy, and he showed us that the sofa in the sitting room was a pullout. He said the rest of them would try to be quiet if we'd be more comfortable with one of us sleeping there.

I jokingly said, "How much room can my pint-sized cousin take up in a big bed like that? We should be just fine."

Allie said, "We half expected something like this. I brought a long sleep shirt and hopefully he packed sleep shorts like I told him to. We should be fine sleeping in the same bed."

Somewhat more problematic was the fact that the bedrooms were separated from the sitting room by French doors. Shadows were easily visible through the translucent curtains covering the full-length windows. If things got hot and heavy as I was hoping, we'd not only need to be quiet, but we'd have to do it in complete darkness.

When I asked how soon we had to leave for the show, Scott told us our VIP package included shuttle service. The shuttle route bypassed the traffic trying to get into the main entrance and dropped us off at a VIP gate just a few yards away from our seating area. He said it was a ten-minute ride and the shuttle would be picking us up about thirty minutes before the show.

He also told us that the VIP package included beverage and catering service, which meant a full buffet on Saturday and Sunday but just snacks and hors d'oeuvres that evening. Because of that, they'd ordered a couple of pizzas from room service so we wouldn't be starting out on empty stomachs. We had just enough time to eat before the limo arrived.

The show was great, although the night's lineup included too many rappers for my taste. I lean more towards pop, rock and country. I was a little surprised to see Allie bumping to all the rappers and singing along with many of them. The things you learn.

About half the people in the VIP area looked like spoiled rich kids spending daddy's money, ranging in age from high schoolers to thirty-somethings who haven't yet learned how to adult. They kept to themselves for the most part and were uniformly rude to the wait-staff.

There was a group of NFL linemen there with their wives and girlfriends. Their quarterback had bought the package for them as a thank you for the job they'd done in a playoff game the previous season. Thanks to them, he'd been untouchable through the final three quarters after an illegal hit by an opposing player late in the first quarter left him limping and almost knocked him out of the game.

They were very friendly and turned out to be a lot of fun to talk to. When they realized that a couple of the attendants were fans of the team, they invited them to take selfies. I noticed that all the players spent time talking to the attendants over the course of the concert.

A few of the players were there by themselves, and they flocked around Allie when Scott told them I was just her cousin. Maureen actually encouraged Allie to hook up with those guys. It turns out Maureen is a huge football fan who's fantasized about being with the stars from her favorite team and she wanted to live vicariously through Allie. Allie discretely asked me what I thought, and I said we agreed we could never be exclusive, so go for it.

After a bit I saw that most of the players had drifted away and Allie was left chatting with just two of them, Lyle and Jeff, the starting left guard and tackle. Interestingly, at times their body language made it look like the conversation had gone beyond idle chatter to more serious topics.

Allie seemed to love it when Lyle effortlessly hoisted her onto his shoulders during one of her favorite songs. As she perched there gyrating to the music, I was wondering if he could feel her thong covered pussy against the back of his neck.

That also highlighted just how tiny she was compared to them. Each of them stood six foot five, and each weighed in the neighborhood of three hundred twenty pounds. When I saw her slip into a cabana with not one but both of those players later in the evening, I was a little nervous.

All three of them came out together about forty-five minutes later just as the next act was getting ready to start. When Allie came over to me, she was smiling, and I noticed her hair was damp like she'd just taken a shower. Later, I saw her talking to a wide-eyed Maureen who dragged Scott off to their cabana soon after.

The rest of the VIPs were two A-list movie stars and a couple of friends. They were happy to mix with our group and with the football players, and I notice they were also nice to the attendants.

They had bodyguards with them at first, but once those guys sized up the crowd they just sat at a table where they could keep an eye on their charges and watch the show. They only had to step in once when some of the teeny boppers turned into persistent fan boys, pestering one of the stars about her role in a recent superhero movie.

Within the first couple of hours the area split into two camps, with the spoiled rich kids on one side and the rich and famous plus us on the other. The rich kids treated their half of the area like a frat house, dropping trash where they stood, leaving spills and messes everywhere, and harassing the staff when the mess became a nuisance. People on our side picked up after themselves and were courteous to the staff.

Once we returned to the hotel and were behind closed doors, Allie told me about her time alone with the football players. She said, "As we were going into their cabana, I was nervous at the thought of tiny me alone with two huge guys like that, but it gave me a little thrill feeling like I was living dangerously. We went right to one of the bedrooms and sat together on the bed just kissing, but then I said, 'This would be wonderful if we were going to take all night, but I'm here to see the bands. Let's have some fun and save the romance for another time,' and I took off my top and skirt."

"I said, 'The rules are simple. Condoms are required. No cumming on my face. Rough oral is out. Anal is out. Now who's first?'"

She said the guys were naked in no time, and they weren't awkward about it at all. "I sat back down and started kissing them again, but now they were kissing me everywhere. I barely noticed as they removed my bra and panties. That's the first time I ever had two mouths on my body at the same time, and it was awesome. They were gentle, but their hands are so big and strong I still felt like I was being manhandled. They gave me a very nice orgasm that left me all shivery just by kissing and touching me."

As she continued telling her story, I crawled under the covers and between her legs. I could tell she was turned on from reliving her experience not only from her excited voice, flushed face and hard nipples poking through her nightshirt, but also from the thick, wet-pussy smell that enveloped me as I ducked under the covers.

"After I had a little orgasm, I saw that Lyle was standing by the side of the bed and he'd put on a condom. He reached down, grabbed me just under my arms, and lifted me off the bed as if I didn't weigh anything. He held me so we were chest to chest and kissed me, and it took me a moment to realize he was waiting for me to make the next move.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. He took that as a signal to let go of me. He reached down and lifted his cock until it was brushing my pussy lips, and the next thing I knew I was sliding onto his shaft and he was holding my ass in his two big hands."

I was licking her inner thighs as she was telling me this. She spread her legs wide (God bless her dance workouts) giving me access to all her most sensitive areas, and as I peeked out from under the covers, I could just see her teasing her own tits with her hands.

"I'd fucked in that position before, but none of those guys were as strong as Lyle, so it was a lot of work for me. With Lyle, I was mostly holding on and he was lifting me up and down on his cock. It was surreal."

I'd started licking the crease of her thigh and she was trying to squirm around to make me lick her pussy.

"I had another little orgasm and then he lifted me off his cock and set me on the bed on all fours. Then Jeff was kneeling behind me, sliding his cock into my cunt."

"Jeff gave me a pretty good pounding and I had a bigger orgasm, and then they switched again. Lyle was pounding me, and Jeff came around to my head and asked if I was okay tasting myself on his cock. I grabbed it and took about half into my mouth, and then gave him the best tongue action I could until he started gently fucking my mouth."

By then I was lapping up her sweet juices that I found collecting at the entrance to her cunt and circling my tongue around her outer lips. She was squirming more than ever, and she had to pause her storytelling several times.

"They switched back and forth like that and it was heavenly. After the first couple of switches, I was cumming almost continuously. But neither one of them came. They were fucking me until they were on the edge of cumming themselves, and then tapping out. Sometimes the one who wasn't fucking me would kiss me, sometimes they'd lick and kiss my tits, sometimes they'd let me suck their cocks. All the sexy sensations were almost overwhelming."

I started nibbling on her pussy lips and plunging my tongue into her cunt hole. I tugged against her clit by sucking her cunt lips them into my mouth. Several times I gave her lips a little shake that made her gasp and reach for my head. But I could tell she was getting frustrated by me avoiding direct contact with her clit.

"Towards the end they ramped things up even more by licking my pussy while I was getting fucked. I'd never experienced that before, and it was incredible! One time Lyle and I were in a sixty-nine while Jeff was pounding me. Another time I was riding Jeff reverse cowgirl while Lyle was licking me. That's what finally put me over the edge into a body-shaking orgasm that left me limp."

She gave a little shiver as she replayed that orgasm in her head, and that's when I finally sucked her clit into my mouth and lashed it with my tongue. I heard a catch in her breath as she stopped talking and her legs wrapped convulsively around me. She shuddered and mumbled unintelligibly until my tongue left her clit and I went back to licking the full length of her slit.