Chapter 5: The Limo Ride

Although I hadn’t asked before, or even thought about it for that matter, I was suddenly curious how this was all going to play out. Where would we meet these guys? I couldn’t imagine Kristen would’ve given anyone her real address so did we have to go somewhere to meet them or what? I had no idea where this was all going to end up so I also had to question how we would return from wherever we were. Kristen just waved me off, saying not to worry and that she does this all the time - most likely true in her case. Still, I am the type that likes to be in control of the situation and not having travel plans just sort of got under my skin.

As it turned out, I didn’t have long to wait as there was a honk outside and Kristen told me to get my coat on as our ride was here. I peeked out the front window and there was a taxi waiting for us. Of course, how silly of me. Why I hadn’t already thought it I don’t know. Maybe my mind was still a bit foggy from our little escape earlier. We both had long winter coats on so our outfits couldn’t be seen by anyone as we left through the front door. Climbing in the taxi, Kristen handed the driver an address which he took and then drove off without a word. As we settled in, Kristen pulled out her cell phone and made a call.

“Hey mom, Kelly and I just left, was hoping to hear from you before we did. Don’t know when we’ll be back - you know how it is. Say hi to Uncle John for me!”

She hung up, evidently having just left a voice mail. “So you think your mom’s still at our house?” I asked? She just grinned and nodded, then raised her eyebrows and we both giggled like we were sharing a naughty secret. Things must have been going pretty well for her to stay that long.

The taxi took us into Pittsburgh proper to a hotel in the middle downtown area. Kristen paid the driver and we got out and headed into the lobby. I looked at her, waiting for her to explain what was going on.

“Well, they are supposed to meet us here in ... about five minutes now,” she explained. “Just watch for a big white limo.” Yeah, like there wouldn’t be many of those on New Years’ Eve!

Actually it was only a couple of minutes when such a limo did indeed drive up. The bellman was talking to someone in the front seat when Kristen and I walked up. He just smiled at us and opened the back door for us to get in. He wished us a good evening and I got the feeling from the twinkle in his eye that he knew just what kind of naughty girls we were and what nasty things we would be doing in that limo before long! Surprisingly, the limo was empty! I guess I had expected it to be crammed with people, already drinking and partying.

The limo was incredible, I’d never been in one so big. Sheesh, how did the driver even turn corners being as long as it was? There were rows of leather seats lining the outside walls with a bar at the front end and another bench at the rear. Everything about it said “expensive”, from the wood trim to the fine leather on the seats. This was NOT one of your every day “prom buses” that kids rent out, that was for sure.

“Want something to drink,” Kristen offered as she looked over the bar, “Seems to have about everything.”

I deferred, instead wondering what was happening next. Kristen seemed immune to any worries, but then for her, this was probably routine. She seemed to sense my concern, though, and sat next to me and held my hand.

“I believe the guys are staying at another hotel. They wanted us to meet them there but I was worried we might never make it into the limo if we did - if you know what I mean.”

OK, that made sense. I could see her reasoning. If the guys met us in the lobby, no doubt the temptation would have been there to take the party back to the room, something I’d NOT signed up for. The whole idea of cruising the town had been what convinced me in the end to this gig. Sure enough, we only went a few blocks and the limo pulled in front of another luxury hotel.

“Well, you ready?” she asked me.

Oh yeah, sure I was - NOT! You may as well ask a shuttle pilot if he’s ready. Of course he is prepared - he knows what to do and how to handle things, but as for being READY? An anybody really ever be totally ready for something they know is going to be wild and crazy? I was confident I could handle anything thrown my way tonight - this wasn’t my first rodeo as they say but still, I couldn’t help but feel my pulse pick up as the adrenalin began to pump into my veins. God, we were really going to go through with this!

The door opened and in poured the guys - and girls. Needless to say, I was a little surprised as I’d just assumed that Kristen and I would be the only ones. Then again, I guess I shouldn’t have been astonished that they would bring along more girls than just us. As a rule, the men all looked to be in their mid to late twenties, most pretty good looking and dressed professionally - no jeans at least. So far so good.

There were two other girls and I had to take a second look to be sure I was seeing them correctly. God, they looked to be teenagers - not in the “I look young for my age” way that Kristen did, but genuine teens. It’s so hard to tell these days what age some girls are but regardless of how you sliced it, if these girls were eighteen then I was forty! On the other hand, they looked REALLY hot, dressed more like hookers than high school cheerleaders and I had to wonder if that wasn’t what they were. Did the guys just pick them up? Of course, to them Kristen and I were whores as well - weren’t they paying us to party with them tonight?

“Happy New Year, you must be Kristen and Kelly,” one of them spoke out, evidently the leader of the bunch.

We nodded and he quickly ran through the introduction like somehow I was going to remember all the names so easily. They were all Caucasian - no ethnic diversity apparently with this group. They must have left their coats and jackets at the hotel as none of them wore one except for the girls who were wearing long versions similar to me and Kristen.

After going through the guys, Kyle (as he introduced himself) pointed to the girls, introducing them as Barbie and Mandy. Barbie looked to be the younger of the two, but not by much and it could have just been the makeup that may have been throwing me off. She was a blond, like Kristen, and just looked cute, hiding what was probably a much naughtier side of herself well. Mandy, on the other hand, fascinated me. She was black but rather fair skinned. Her hair was straight and she had a much different demeanor about her than Barbie.

Barbie looked like she had just been plucked from a high school cheerleader practice whereas Many LOOKED like a whore. It was just something about the way she carried herself, that look in her eyes or the slight smile she wore as if to say, “I’m hot, you know it, so fuck me.” I’d never had sex with a black girl before so I have to admit that the thought crossed my mind when I first laid eyes on her.

The limo pulled out, headed for who knows where. It didn’t really matter as it was hard to see out the heavily tinted windows anyway and besides, there were other things to be paying attention to anyway. The guys were getting themselves drinks and talking to themselves, their eyes roaming about on each of us girls the entire time. I counted and there was eight of them, making things a little cramped but not too bad really considering we were in an oversized car. Hmm, that meant two for each of us or would they gang up on one or two of us and then move between us? So many possibilities, that was what made such an evening so much fun to look forward to - the element of the unknown.

Kristen and I were sitting together on one side towards the back while the teen whores were sitting together as well but on the opposite side and near the front. With all the commotion, passing of drinks, and such, it was hard to get any sense of what was going on. I was offered something in a glass which I politely refused but Kristen took it instead. Whatever it was, it made her eyes open wide and then cough as she took a taste - obviously someone was hoping to get us drunk!

Just as I was wondering how things would get started, the two up front took matters into their own hands - literally. I got the feeling they’d already been partying with these guys a bit given the way they seemed to be more familiar with some of the guys. In any case, their coats came off quickly and were put up in the front seat. Barbie was wearing a skirt that was impossibly short, even Kristen’s standards, and obviously nothing underneath as it was impossible for her to be sitting down without her bare pussy showing.

Actually, I don’t know how the skirt (and that’s using the term loosely) would have covered her even if she had been standing up! In fact, it looked more like one of those skirts the figure skaters wear on TV - except they have hose and panties on underneath and the skirt is more an accessory. On top, she was wearing a Hooter’s T-shirt (how’s that for class!) which was cut off just below her boobs. She was actually pretty small on top so it didn’t take much to keep them covered as they weren’t about to sag underneath. It was a little surprising to see a girl in her profession with A cups but then I guess it just went along with her “I’m a sixteen year-old cheerleader” persona.

What was most distinctive about her was her hair. It was long - really long, maybe almost to her ass. God, how did she manage to take care of it? On her feet were some ridiculously tall heels - maybe even six inches. I bet she was glad to get them off when the night was done. But then, Barbie didn’t seem the type to spend much time on her feet, if you know what I mean.

Mandy had her coat off as well. Her darker skin was sharply contrasted by a silver dress - almost something like mine. It was skin tight and hugged her like a glove. Unlike her partner, Mandy had the boobs (almost like she had BOTH of their boobs). Damn, she was really stacked! If those were real then I was the Queen of England. Besides the fact they were totally out of proportion to her frame size, there’s just something about fake ones that just stands out like a headlight (no pun intended). They were just too firm, no bounce and no sag at all as you would expect for a D (DD?) cup size. I will say one thing though, they certainly filled out that dress nicely. The top was more a halter that merged with the dress just above her belly button. Two thin strips made a valiant effort to contain her massive boobs and for the moment, appeared to be barely holding their own.

The skirt was just as short as mine and just as revealing. Unlike Barbie, she wore a silver thong but what caught my attention were her legs. You know how some girls just seem to have legs that go on forever? Well, Mandy’s were the dictionary definition. Smooth and dark, they were simply incredible. She crossed them, revealing all of her thigh up to her sweet ass as the dress pulled up - and she naturally made no effort to restrain it. She even had silver heels; not as outrageous as her friend’s but still a lot higher than I would be comfortable wearing.

Well, as soon as they had their coats off, the calls came for Kristen and I to drop ours as well which we promptly did. At first I felt a little discomfort. God, at 23 I felt like I was the old broad compared to the nubile cuties I was competing with. Maybe I needed to make a New Year’s resolution to hit the gym. OK, I’m not overweight but still, I WAS carrying a little more than the younger, extremely petite girls. I think my legs and ass look pretty good, but they were nothing compared to Mandy’s. Barbie may have had the least developed body, but then that seemed a turn-on to more than a few of the guys judging from the attention she was getting. At my age, it was like I was too old to be the hot teenager but too young to be a MILF. It was an interesting quandary, one that I wasn’t given have much time to contemplate further...

I felt a hand on my leg and an arm around my shoulders. The guy next to me was moving in closer. I noticed Kristen had a guy of her own who already had his hand under her skirt. I guess things weren’t going to start too slowly after all.

“Love that dress,” he said to me, “I bet it even looks better off of you.”

OK, so subtlety was NOT the word of the day. I guess maybe it was better that way anyway. It’s not like we were on a date and it was time to start at first base and work your way carefully around, afraid of being “thrown out”. These guys had probably paid a pretty penny for the four of us and they naturally wanted their money’s worth. Oh well, it’s not like I didn’t know that when I signed up for this. Still, after calling Kristen a whore all this time, it felt a little odd to be assuming the role myself.

I glanced at Kristen and her guy was evidently already feeling up her crotch from the way she was squirming. Her skirt was barely long enough to hide his hand but there was no doubt what he was doing underneath it. Suddenly an urge came over me. Dang it anyway, Kristen was always going one up on me so why not for once I do it to her? It seemed whenever we were with a guy that she was always the one to get it first - the first to suck his dick, the first to get fucked, the one who got his cum first. She always had to be first. Well, tonight, her older cousin was going to show her a thing or two.

Reaching over to his lap, I planted my hand on his crotch where I felt the outline of what was already a pretty good erection. Good, the guys weren’t so drunk yet that they couldn’t get it up. “What’s under here?” I asked in my best “naughty girl” tone of voice.

“Why don’t you find out?” he came back with as his hand inched up higher onto my leg until his fingertips were now under the bottom of my dress. One thing that made going out like this different from going out on a date was the guy’s attitude.

On a date, he had to be cautious, to take things one step at a time, like a hunter wary of spooking his game. Things tended to be slower, a light touch, an “accidental” feel of a breast, and progressed from there. Not so tonight. I wasn’t a target, a goal for him to try to achieve. No, this bird was already in the bag, a done deal. He couldn’t offend me or scare me away - and he knew it because he had “contracted” with me to do it, whatever “it” was.

There is some merit, I guess, in both scenarios. I kind of like the power and control I get on a date where even if I know I’m going to be putting out, the guy doesn’t know it and so I get to play this game with him all evening. Tonight, it was a different sort of thrill. Now it was more, “What will he ask me to do?”, or “How far will he want me to go?” that becomes the question. He could fuck me tonight all if he wanted - and we both knew it from the start, so why play the dating games?

I looked at Kristen and caught her eye, giving her a wink and a grin that gave away my intentions just as clearly as if I had shouted them to her. She just frowned for a minute but then shook her head and went back to paying attention to the guy feeling her up - and the next one who had his hands on her boobs.

What the heck, why not just go for it? If I was going to be the matronly one, then I was also going to be the most forward one, at least at the start. A quick glance confirmed that both Barbie and Mandy were still just being groped so I decided to be the first to make a move. I reached over and undid his belt and pants, followed by his zipper. Reaching down into his shorts, I felt his warm dick amidst a forest of thick pubic hair. Mmmmmmm, I was the first to get my hand on a nice dick! I pulled it out and in the subdued light it stood up tall and proud. I spit into my hand and used it to lubricate his shaft so my hand could more easily stroke him.

“Mmmmmmm, now you’re my kind of girl,” he complimented me, “I bet you just love sucking dick, don’t you?”

“Ohhhhhh, how did you know?” I teased him back, “Here, let me show you.”

With that I dropped to my knees on the carpeted floor in front of him and without any fanfare or wasted motion, dropped my head to his crotch and took half his shaft in my mouth in one swift motion. He had the perfect cock - not too thin, not too thick, just the right length such that I knew I could take him all later when I wanted it. Several guys started to cheer me on and I looked up out of the corner of my eye to see my cousin looking at me with daggers shooting from her eyes. Ha! She wasn’t first this time.

Kneeling as I was, my dress pulled up and I knew most, if not all, of my ass was showing. The thong would do little to hide anything so basically I was showing off my bare butt to anyone who was interested - of which it appeared to be at least a few. As I sucked on the guy’s dick, I felt at least one hand fondling my bottom, running a finger up my ass crack, almost making me gag on the dick as I tried not to laugh from being tickled.

“Damn, look at that sweet ass!” someone behind me commented, flowed by a number of other descriptions of my butt - not to mention what they wanted to do with it.

Kneeling like this with my ass wiggling out there like a worm on a hook, I knew it was just a matter of time before a fish came by and took the bait and sure enough, it wasn’t long before I felt a couple of hands pulling my ass cheeks apart and then a hand sliding in between my legs to fondle my crotch.

“Oh wow, the bitch is wet already!” whoever was feeling me informed the rest. “What do you say guys ... think she needs something in it?”

Damn, things were progressing a LOT faster than I would’ve ever dreamed. Kristen was now sucking a dick of her own, but in her case she was sitting and leaning over to suck the cock of the guy next to her. She was leaning away from me and I saw her tight butt was in full view as well, and seemed to be drawing even more same attention than mine as a guy slid in to where I’d been sitting and started groping her.

So far I was just doing a standard “head bob” on his dick when I felt something pushing against my pussy and then a hard shove against me and I felt someone’s hard cock sliding into me. Well, I guess foreplay wasn’t on the menu tonight! Then again, there were eight of them and only four of us. I had no idea what was happening up front with the other two girls as they were blocked from sight by the rest of the guys watching something going on. I got the feeling maybe in their case they were putting on some sort of show from the way the guys were all just watching and cheering.

Back here, Kristen and I would have probably loved to be playing with each other - a continuation of our early frolics, but our guys had different ideas. I may have been the first to get fucked, but hand it to Kristen, she made a great attempt at playing catch up and she was being fucked only a minute or so after I was.

From the feel of it, I was guessing the dick in me was bigger than the one I was sucking. It was sort of fun to be fucked by someone whom I had no idea what he even looked like. I let him do most of the work while I concentrated on the BJ end of things. Even then, I wasn’t going to be allowed to dwell solely on him for long. I felt something against the side of my face and looked to my side to see another dick touching me. The guy had his pants open and his stiff dick protruding outward, poking me in the cheek with it, obviously wanting some attention.

Hmmm, fine with me!

I started sucking them both, alternating from one to the other, stroking one while I sucked on the other. They were about the same size and had I been blindfolded, I probably would’ve had a hard time telling them apart.

Kristen has dropped her thong - or at least someone had helped her off with it, and she had moved over to sit on the guys lap next to her while she continued to suck on the guy she had started with. The I realized she had done more than just sit on his lap, she was riding his dick as well! She was more grinding her ass around his dick than jumping up and down on it, making it easier for her to continue her BJ.

As for me, technically I was still completely dressed, that is dressed if you allow my dress to be bunched up at my waist and my thong pulled to one side so this dude could fuck me from behind. Speaking of being dressed (or not), I wondered how the others were doing? With me taking on three and Kristen two, that left just three men for the two girls up front. I tried to see around the guy Kristen was blowing but he was doing a heck of a job of blocking my view. Hmmm, what in the world was going on up there now? But then ... did it really matter?

The guys I was sucking to the side of me moved away and I felt the guy behind me pull out of me. Evidently someone must have wanted to swap places as it wasn’t long before I had a different dick in my face, and this time I could smell myself on it so I knew it had to be the one that had been fucking me from behind. My mouth confirmed what my pussy had told me, his WAS bigger than the others, to the point where I had a little more difficulty getting my mouth around it. Still, once I adjusted to him I think I did a better than average job of sucking him off.