2012 hadn’t been kind to Tina, at least not so far, and she figured this night would be good for changing the trend. While it hadn’t been nearly as bad as the Mayans predicted, it had left her frustrated, heartbroken, and ultimately alone.
The year started with Tina walking in on her boyfriend, Rick, hanging from the ass of her best friend, Brenda. Brenda was a giant slut, so it wasn’t the biggest shock in the world to find her cunt wrapped around a cock that didn’t belong to her. Brenda was sailor bait, but she and Tina had been friends for so long, Tina stupidly figured she was safe from losing what was hers to the shagstress. But she wasn’t. Tina came home two hours early, just two days into the new year, then sobbed herself right into the next two weeks.
It was a shame, too, since Tina and Brenda had been friends for a million years, ever since seventh grade when they had Mr. Mason for Science, and started passing notes about what a hottie he was, bearded or shaved.
That’s how their relationship started, and how it had been since forever, always talking about how hot guys were and how much they both wanted to fuck them. Difference was, Tina was talk. Brenda couldn't talk since her mouth was almost always filled with cock.
Tina had spent the remainder of January, and all of February, in a complete funk, until her other best friend, Kelly, pulled her out of it. Kelly wasn’t as slutty as Brenda, but she was just as fun, and ten times as honest. She was picking her up and taking her to Sally O’Brian’s to get her nice and wasted. If all went well, Tina would get lucky enough by the end of the evening to have a cock rocking her hard enough to make her forget that fucker Rick, and the last 10 miserable weeks of the year.
Sally O’Brian’s was actually more club than bar, but they held one of the biggest St. Patrick’s Day parties in the city. It was a blowout ever year. Tina and Brenda had always gone together, but since she’d been completely ostracized from the group, Tina doubted she’d see her within 15 miles of the place.
Tina looked in the mirror, squeezed her tits, then smiled ear to ear. She looked HOT. She was gonna wear a pretty, emerald-colored dress to celebrate the holiday, then thought FUCK THAT, peeled it from her body and left it in a puddle on the floor, and slipped on a tight red dress and 4” stilettos to match.
Her long brown hair cascaded down the middle of her back, her lips were painted bright red to compliment the sex suggested by her dress. Tina’s heart-shaped face was sweet, but her smile was naughty, as were her eyelids and lashes, colored in a dark charcoal to lend her hazel eyes a smoky, seductive look.
Tina gave her tits a final squeeze and her reflection one last come hither, just as Kelly’s car blared its horn outside. She grabbed her keys from the hook and her tiny red cocktail purse from the counter, then locked the door and ran toward Kelly’s idling Explorer.
Kelly was tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, looking smoking hot as always, her long blonde hair waving behind her porcelain skin – a sharp contrast to the black dress clinging to her tits and body like smoke colored cellophane.
“Hey Girl, you look HOT,” Tina said.
“You’re not so bad yourself!” Kelly whistled, looking Tina up and down, like she was thinking of maybe having a snack. “You’re definitely dressed to get lucky, even if you’re not wearing green.”
“Green is for bitches,” Tina said.
Kelly laughed, then pulled from the curb and raced toward the freeway. “So,” she said, talking a mile a minute like usual. “We’re picking up Dana and Sarah; Brittany and Erin are meeting us there. Dana got dumped by Andrew, and Erin told Dave to hit the fucking road. Brittany and Sarah are horny as fuck, just like always, and my pussy has had zero attention for weeks. I’m not as dry as you, sister, but I’m pretty fucking close. So it looks like the whole crew is looking to get lucky tonight.”
Tina said, “Cool,” then lit a cigarette and stared out the window. “I’m not looking for Prince Charming, but I’ll settle for Prince Charming’s prick and some of his spunk. Hell, I’ll settle for a leprechaun if he’s packing cock!”
Kelly laughed and said, “Sister, if you can’t get lucky tonight with an attitude like that, I promise to take you home and fuck you myself!”
The girls picked up Dana and Sarah, then headed toward Sally’s. The evening was young when they stepped through the door, but drinking started early on St. Patty’s. The place wasn’t yet packed, but the crowd that was there was well on its way to being drunk.
Kelly took charge, went to the bar, and ordered each of the girls a Guinness with a shot of Jameson’s, including drinks for Brittany and Erin. Her timing was perfect. As soon as the bartender passed the drinks, Brittany and Erin walked through the door.
The five girls worked on getting tipsy in a hurry, while catching up on the last few weeks of their respective lives’ bullshit.
Their jobs were shit, and their love lives even worse. Like Tina, all four of her girlfriends had only two objectives for their St. Paddy’s Day evening: get shitfaced, and get FUCKED. In that order.
It looked like neither would be a problem. Alcohol was running like water, and the selection of guys were premium. Tina saw a fair ton of tall men with square jaws and two day beards – her personal Holy Trinity of HOT.
She was on her second shot and third beer when Tina noticed a group of guys sauntering into the bar like they owned stock in the place, passing Tina’s group on their way to the back. All five looked them up and down, but Tina caught the eye of a tall guy with thick brown hair, a square face, and a hint of dimples, which looked almost adorable peeking out from the depths of his two day stubble.
Tina nearly fell from her chair. If she’d prayed to God to send her a fuckstick to match her fantasies exactly, he’d answered the prayer and sent him a few tables over. He looked a bit sure of himself, but Tina didn’t care if he had a wall’s worth of blue ribbons for being the world’s biggest asshole, so long as he fucked her blue and she got to stare at his dimples while he did it.
Tonight was Tina’s lucky night. She couldn't wait to strip off her soaking wet panties, emerald green with the word, LUCKY!! written across the ass, to prove it.
Tina continued staring at her miracle meat. She was staring at the guy, when he suddenly turned, beer in hand, and caught her staring. He stared right back, lifting his beer in the air before taking a long swig. Tina looked away, embarrassed.
Erin poked her in the side.
“Ouch!” Tina screeched, turning toward her friend.
“Drool much?” Erin said, grinning.
Tina shook her head and giggled. The alcohol was soaking her inhibitions. She’d been thinking about losing her face in the guy’s lap the entire time she’d been staring, and losing track of time as she did it. Her face blushed a bright crimson. “Yeah,” she said. “It’s been a while.”
Tina turned her attention to the rest of the bar, which was suddenly hopping, and exploding in sound, as the Irish band and a few hundred bodies erupted at once. Unexcited by the inebriated scenery, Tina turned back to the guy at the table and continued to stare.
Every time she looked over, he was staring back.
Despite all five girls claiming to want their clams smackered, Tina’s friends seemed hesitant to mingle. Tina was looking for any excuse to break from her pack and head to his table. And it looked like he had the same problem, constantly meeting her eyes, but unwilling to break from his table.
Tina gave him a passing smile as Kelly dragged her, and all the other girls, out onto the dance floor, just as the band started playing Come On Eileen.
The guy hadn’t moved his eyes from Tina, so she danced only for him, swaying her hips and rubbing her hands across her tits, certainly pushing him into thoughts of her with her red dress in a pool on the floor. Normally shy, at least in public, Tina allowed 10 weeks worth of celibacy, anger toward her ex, and a little too much alcohol to affect her usually sound judgement. As the band hit the chorus to Come on Eileen, Tina pretended that she was Eileen, getting covered in cum, kn
eeling halfway to the floor while jacking an invisible cock all over her face, her eyes bolted the the stranger the entire time.
Tina wasn’t sure if he actually whistled, but his lips pursed as though he did, right before he mouthed the word, yummy.
He was definitely going to be her lucky day. Tina had wanted him from the second he had entered the bar. But now she wanted him with a dull ache. Her panties had already gone from soaking to drenched, and her pussy from a light pulsing to a heavy pounding.
The guys at his table suddenly scattered, and a few seconds later, their two groups mingled. One of his friends grabbed Erin and pulled her into a dance, another stepped right behind Kelly. It looked like all her friends were taken care of, with a couple of guys to spare.
Lucky Day and Tina were suddenly inches away, with his hot breath tickling the hairs on her neck. “Dance with me” he whispered, just loud enough to be heard over the blare of the band. He pulled her close. Tina could feel his thick, hard cock pushing against her, as he quietly nursed the throbber she’d probably started 20 minutes earlier, then took to a rage with her pretend cumshot to the face.
She pulled away slightly, then reached down and ran her hand between his legs and along the length of his shaft, close enough to him so no one could see.
Lucky Day started to moan, ever so slightly.
Tina looked up at him with her smoky eyes and licked her lips. He pulled her tight and put his hand on her ass, then pushed himself against her, so she could feel how hard he was, and how much he needed her.
Tonight was about getting lucky, not playing games. Tina pushed her hand harder against his cock, then loudly said, “I’m so wet for you.”
Even at a near scream, he strained to hear. His mouth twitched, as though he was about to say, “What?” but then he got it, grabbed her hand, and quickly pulled Tina from the dance floor to someplace more private. But it wasn’t that easy.
They circled the club, twice, but couldn’t find a single corner that wasn’t already entirely overcrowded with sloppy St. Paddy’s Day drunks.
There were celebrations everywhere, every table and booth was spilling with partiers, and all six of the bathrooms were packed. The kitchen was roped off by a pasty faced gorilla, standing with his arms crossed to ensure nobody did exactly what Tina and Lucky Day were planning to do.
Lucky Day made his way to the back exit, Tina’s hand still lost in his. The alley behind the bar was nearly as loud as the crowded club itself, with at least 50 people standing in small huddles – smoking, flirting, and laughing loudly. Several couples were making out.
Lucky Day dragged her to the back of the alley where there were fewer people, then pulled her close and asked her name. “Tina,” she smiled.
“My name’s Billy,” he said. “I’ll have you screaming it in just a minute.”
Barely a dozen words and Billy had made a Noah sized flood in her fuckhole.
He pushed her against the filthy brick wall and kissed her deeply. She grabbed his ass and pulled him closer as their tongues started to fuck.
His soft lips were hungry, so were hers. He moved his mouth from her lips to her neck, then started suckling and licking the smooth of her skin. Tina moved her hand between his legs and stroked him again, rubbing him roughly through his jeans as he continued to kiss her.
Billy slipped his hand under her short tight dress and felt her cunt through her panties. “You’re soaked” he whispered, nibbling her ear.
“I want you so bad,” she moaned as he kissed her lips neck and rubbed her pussy through her panties, juice leaking from the sides.
A small huddle of smokers started drifting closer, so Billy pulled away, then dragged Tina deeper into the darkest shadows of the alley, where they could fuck like animals.
He moved his hand to her stomach, then lower, reaching beneath her dress and pulling her panties down. He got a glimpse of the LUCKY!! scrawled across the back, lightly moaned, then said, “Girl, you are so FUCKING HOT!!,” as he put one of her soft legs over his shoulder as shoved his face between her legs, lapping at her lower lips like they were made of ice cream.
Tina’s twat was over-swollen and soaking wet. Billy licked her slit better in the first 60 seconds than Rick had in two years, running his tongue up and down and in and out and along every side of her.
“MMMmmmm,” she moaned as he tongue-fuck her into a frenzy. Tina couldn’t catch her breath, could barely squeeze the “Ohhh yeaaa” from her mouth in a whisper.
Billy made small circles around her engorged button, steadily moving her moan to a scream. He clamped his mouth on her clit, then rammed three fingers inside her aching cunt. That’s when she lost it. Her pussy was dripping, throbbing in pleasure. “Oh GOD” she screamed, as her body shook with the evening’s orgasm.
She was thrashing hard against the brick wall, and Billy had to put his hand behind her head, suddenly afraid she might get a concussion. He stood, then kissed her deeply, as she fumbled with his zipper. Her hands were trembling, but she eventually managed to free his cock, staring in his eyes with a bottomless desire.
“I can’t wait to have you inside me,” she moaned. “But I have to taste you first.”
She dropped to her knees, then took him in her mouth, sucking hard and swallowing the all of his cock, devouring him as her red lips slid up and down the sides of his shaft.
“Mmmm…yeah, baby,” he moaned. “That feels AMAZING!”
Tina sucked him harder and harder, until he started losing control. He pulled her to her feet, lifted her by the ass, and pushed her back against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him as he shoved his cock into her hungry pussy, then growled: “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll still be cumming when you wake up in the morning.”
She screamed, then caught her breath and moaned, “Oh my fucking god, you feel so good inside me!”
His hard cock continued to pound her, forcing Tina to feel every pulse and throb as his head kept slapping her cervix.
She came again, hard, and screamed in pleasure. “OOOOOHHHH!!!!”
“MMmm, OHMYGOD, your pussy is HOT, and SO fucking wet, it feels amazing all over my cock. Cum again for me,” he growled, “Cum with me.”
Tina’s pussy tightened, then she dug her fingers into his shoulders as her entire body started to rattle. “I’m cummming!!” she screamed as he pushed harder into her honeypot.
“Uhhhhhh,” he grunted.
Billy’s cock tightened as hot cum shot from his cock, and splattered against her inner walls. He kept pounding her pussy like he was getting started rather than finishing up.
Tina never wanted it to end. “Cum in me as much as you can. I want you to fill my hot slit with your cum, and I want it to drip out of my green panties all the way home. I want to sleep with them by my face and wear them tomorrow...” Tina was so deep in a moan she barely knew what she was saying.
Her body was rocked by a final, lingering sequence of sharp orgasms as she bucked her hips hard against Billy. “Oh yeah, oh yeah” he moaned, slowing his thrusts as his body started to calm. Once empty, Billy pulled himself from her pussy, then leaned in and kissed her deeply.
“Oh my God,” she laughed, “That was fucking amazing!”
“You were amazing,” he smiled.
Tina’s Lucky Day reached down and pulled up his pants, then handed her her panties. “Ready for another drink?” he asked, grinning.
“Definitely” she said smiling. “Think I can get lucky more than once?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he said.
XXX
Memorial Day Gangbang
Kristi and Lauren are gonna make this Memorial Day one to remember! Take an outdoor concert, add some booze, weed, and hard cock, and these girls are ready to cum. You’ll be standing and saluting by the end of this short erotic holiday tale from Lexi Maxxwell.
(Approximately 2,900 words)
Kristi and Lauren were sprawled in their tent, a new Coleman Legacy—17’ long and 9’ wide�
�large enough to sleep at least six. Kristi’s dad had bought it for her, along with the tickets to the Red, White and Rocking outdoor rock festival for Memorial Day. A bit much, maybe, but that’s how Kristi’s dad was. And it was nice to have all that extra room—big enough for two full-size inflatable mattresses, which was a hell of a lot better than sleeping bags.
They’d been waiting for Memorial Day, and Red, White and Rocking for months. It sold out in minutes and tickets were scarce. The field was crawling with wandering crowds, people pitching tents, cooking on portable grills, drinking, smoking, and doing anything else they could to kill time before the music started.
Kristi and Lauren were only a quarter mile or so from the main stage, and had set up their tent so they could see the acts from where they were, or wander closer without having to walk too far. For now, they were happy where they were.
Lauren reached into her bag and pulled out a sandwich-sized baggie filled with large, green buds. “Now or later?” she asked Kristi.
“Definitely now,” Kristi said, “and later!”
Lauren opened the bag and the skunky scent filled the tent. She packed the small glass bowl, then handed it to Kristi, who held the bowl to her mouth, lit the dried leaves, and inhaled the sweet smoke. She coughed hard, then handed the bowl back to Lauren.
They smoked until they had gone through two bowls. Then, sufficiently high, the girls pulled two beers from their cooler and made their way into the warm summer evening. There were people everywhere, wandering from tent to tent, and heading toward the stage where the first band was scheduled to play in a few minutes.
Kristi and Lauren were night and day. Kristi was tall at 5’8” and slim, with a runner’s body—small but beautiful breasts, thin hips, and long legs. Her long wavy auburn hair flowed to the middle of her back. She was also pale, with translucent skin and a splatter of freckles peppering her nose. She had beautiful blue eyes, a small nose, and full lips, stretched in a wide grin.
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