Chapter 7: Fucked in the Kitchen

Lacking any sort of plan, I wandered into the kitchen and sat down on the counter top with my legs spread open and waited like a Venus fly trap for the first guy to come by. He looked at me and smiled. I noticed his dick looked wet and was just hanging there, as if he had just fucked someone. Under the circumstances, the odds of that were actually pretty good!

I was about to say something to him when another guy came in, looking in the refrigerator for something to drink. He pulled out a beer and opened it before turning to me and smiling as he took a drink. Like the other guy, he was naked (for that matter, I don’t think anyone was wearing anything by now) and my eyes couldn’t help but drift down to check him out. He had a cute ass and nice looking cock. He was also quite short compared to the other guys, just a couple inches at most more than me. The two guys high-fived and I assumed they must have been together with one or more girls before or something like that. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his cock though as my tongue subconsciously ran over my lips in anticipation.

“See something you like little girl?”

My head quickly popped up and I looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and exasperation. “Little girl” indeed! But then, I WAS seeing something I liked.

“Maybe..., you got something to give me?” I teased him back.

Well, he wasn’t shy as it turned out. He grabbed his cock in his hand (I noticed his hand covered about half the length of it) and flopped it in front of me, like he was dangling bait in front of a fish or something.

“You know it babe. Why don’t you try sucking this? I guarantee you’ll like it more than just staring at it.”

“Oh really? And what’s makes you so sure I want to suck it?”

He laughed and shook his head at me.

“Hmmmmmm, could it be the way you kept staring at it ever since I walked in? Or ... maybe it’s the way you keep licking those lips as you stare at it?

Maybe I should have been embarrassed but I wasn’t. After all, it’s not like I was in church or something like that. If there was ever a situation where I could be forgiven for enjoying the sight of a nice dick, this was certainly it!

“Well, I’ve got a better idea ... why don’t you just fuck me and get it over with?”

Now THAT brought a grin to his face. Guys may love their cocks sucked but I’ve never had one turn down fucking me instead.

I stayed on the counter top with my bare ass on the cool surface. I hoped someone cleaned it off after the party! As it turned out, it wasn’t anything cute or special, just an old fashioned pussy fucking. I leaned back on my hands as I spent the whole time just watching his cock moving in and out of me like a piston on a steam locomotive. It was sort of fascinating, almost surreal, in the way I felt disconnected from the entire thing. It was almost like I was watching someone else. There was no emotion, nothing between us, just two people getting off. What a contrast from this morning where the fucking was almost secondary to the feeling I had for my dad as he entered me!

He was stroking his hard dick in and out of my cunt as if he was masturbating except he using my pussy instead of his hand. As for me, I played with my clit and in my own way I was masturbating as well, except that instead of having to imagine a nice cock inside of me there was a real one in me instead. When he finally came he spurted it all over my stomach and pussy, leaving a messy trail of cum on the counter top as well. When he was done, he simply walked away without even saying a word!

Feeling more than a bit used, I stood up and went to the kitchen sink to wash myself off. Although I say I felt “used”, at the same time I was probably guilty of using him. What made it really funny was I actually enjoyed it for what it was, two people essentially masturbating by using the other to help get themselves off. Even though I hadn’t cum myself, I still enjoyed it and I felt pretty good at the moment.