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Odd Opportunities Ch. 01

By: SuperfluousOne



When I ran into Trevor on campus a week ago, I had absolutely no intention of things working out the way they did. However, isn't that how most chains of weird experiences happen though? At least in this case it did. Trevor and I had been good friends in high school, running in the same circle of friends. We'd hung out quite a bit together back then in our group, which I guess would be labeled 'straight-edge' nowadays. None of us drank much or partied with other kids who were into weed or worse, just had fun in more laid back ways. Despite the friendship we'd had, I hadn't seen him around for a couple of years so we had a lot to catch up on. 

After some small chit chat in the University book store we agreed to meet for coffee the next day to have a meaningful long conversation. I couldn't help but notice how much he had grown up since I had seen him last! He'd grown a couple of inches in height, and totally had filled out a lot from his previously lanky appearance. I could tell he'd been working out to develop the muscular swimmer's build he now had. 

Topping off his great body was a pair of piercing blue eyes, messy blond hair, and a great smile. I'd always thought he was an attractive guy, don't get me wrong, but running into him after so long sort of made me look at him in a slightly new light. Instead of the goofy, smart-ass, class clown type that everybody got along with in high school was now a more mature-looking, considerably sexy guy.

It's a great thing to be able to appreciate a good looking guy but still be able to just be good friends, and Trevor was always that. Looking only to rediscover our easy-going platonic friendship, it was going to be great to reconnect. I really was curious to see what he'd been up to!

For myself, I'd totally changed since high school in quite a few ways. Although I have always been what guys call "top heavy" (I'm like 5 ft. 3, pretty petite despite having an unfortunate/fortunate 34D cup size depending on how you look at it), I never had used it to my advantage like some girls typically did. Instead of the long boring chestnut hair I had back then, I now had a closely cropped chunky cut head of black hair with streaks of blue. I have my navel and nose pierced too, and I usually wear blue contact lenses to accent my hair. I wasn't too outgoing in high school, whereas now I'm quite the opposite. I wasn't that big of a flirt then either, and I was with only two guys in long term relationships during that time. 

Since then I've seriously opened up to A LOT.–sexually and otherwise I date all the time, do a fair share of "hooking up" with some great-looking hotties on campus, and generally am not hung up on feeling like I have to limit myself. I wouldn't ever use the word "slutty" to describe my behavior; I use good judgment and never ever do anything that I don't feel is safe or what I don't feel compelled to do. I guess I'm just your average 21-year-old college female exploring all the fun stuff that there is to experience before the real world limits me. Call me a free spirited, yet non-typical, sexually liberated girl–that's what I think I am! But enough about me for right now...

So when Trevor and I met at the coffee shop the next day, it seriously was like old times. We caught up on what we knew about people from high school, swapped rumors we had heard about them and the like. He was still incredibly goofy and funny, and I could tell we still had that fun guy and girl platonic relationship going that would continue as long as we knew each other. It was like nothing had changed much at all. But then we got onto the subject of relationships–he had broken up with a long term girlfriend not too long ago and was sort of dating a new girl. He seemed to be a bit disgruntled with the concept of serious relationships because of the recent breakup, which I couldn't blame him for.

Then it was my turn. I completely blew his mind with some general stories of partying a lot with my girlfriends, going out to clubs, hooking up with guys, and not really worrying about getting into a girlfriend/boyfriend thing.

"Wow! You're the crazy one! Shit, you got to college and freaked out! You're the epitome of the 'girl gone wild'" Trevor joked.

"Hey! That's no fair! I'm just having fun, and if I flash my tits at a camera I'm definitely gonna' get paid for it. I'm smarter than those dumb ass chicks you're referring to." I retorted.

He just laughed, as did I. He really pressed me on stuff I had done, wanting all the details on the crazy things I may or may not have tried.

"So what's like one of the crazier situations you have gotten yourself into? I am sure you have some pretty good stories to share," he asked quizzically.

"Whoa, whoa young man! You think I'm going to spill my guts to you after not seeing you for a couple years? No way... a girl has to have some secrets. Plus I'd probably freak you out," I added.

"You think so huh? Interesting." he replied. 

I could tell that the little wheels of imagination were spinning in his head at this point. That and I noticed he glanced down at my tits. Not that I really minded much, when you're chesty like me, it's something that happens every two seconds around guys so you just get used to it. I wondered what he was thinking–most likely if I liked to have a guy fuck my tits, I thought. Practically every guy I'd been with since my sexual awakenings at college had done exactly that or at least tried to at some point. I imagined he was probably picturing something like me on my knees tittyfucking some hot guy in a club bathroom stall while a friend played look-out. 

Oh, if he only knew that was something I actually did two months earlier! I figured I would maybe share that story with him sometime, but this was the first time we talked in what seemed like forever. I didn't want to make him think I was a completely trashy weird-o! The story spinning would come later, I was sure, especially since it seemed like we were going to be great friends.

So we got to talking about the 2 week trimester break coming up and what plans we had. We both were heading back home for our subsequent "family time", and both agreed on the fact that we weren't looking forward to it. I had my vacation plans to go to Ft. Lauderdale fall through because of money woes. Trevor was in the same situation, no extra money for a fun vacation. But again, he started to steer the conversation into what crazy stuff I would have done had I been able to go.

"You probably entered one of those wet t-shirt contests I bet," Trevor teased with a wink.

"Oh God no!" I snapped back. "You're way off on that one!" 

It actually was my best friend Georgia who entered one in Cancun last year when we were there. I don't think they're much fun to tell you the truth, plus it's honestly demeaning towards women in my opinion. It's a self-esteem thing. I don't need a crowd of screaming guys whooping it up for me to appreciate my sexual power. It's not my type of thing, so I didn't enter.

I shifted the conversation back to the upcoming break.

"So do you have a car here?" I asked him. "Because we should seriously make the trip home together, you know? It'll be fun, my parents won't have to come down and pick me up, plus then we can split the gas money."

"You know, that's a great idea. I really, really hate making that long-ass trip home by myself. It would be stupid for the two of us to drive separately when you think about it," Trevor agreed.

We quickly decided on a travel plan–he would pick me up Friday around 1 p.m. after he got done working at the front desk of his dormitory and we would make the 10 hour trip home together. After our great conversation at the coffee shop, I knew it would be a good trip. I also knew in the back of my head that he would no doubt be grilling me with questions about my wild times since we'd last seen one another.

At around 1:30 p.m. on Friday, I met Trevor out front of my apartment all packed and ready for the long trip ahead. It was pretty warm already, and I'd dressed appropriately. I threw on a plain white halter and my most comfortable jean shorts. I hoped that I wasn't dressed too teasingly, as my tits were sort of on display in the halter. But then again, it really doesn't matter what sort of top I wear–when your boobs are big, there's just not much you can do about it. Trevor showed up in comfortable clothes as well, wearing sweats and what we all around here call a "wife-beater", or a tight,white tank top shirt. We got everything packed up in his Dad's Cadillac in no time and were on our way home.

The first couple hours on the interstate were spent chatting about school, what we liked and disliked about it, what classes we'd taken, and our majors. I am a psychology major and I found out that he was thinking about switching to psychology from a communications major. We both agreed we were pretty intelligent people and complemented each other on it. 

After awhile we stopped at a rest stop to use the bathroom and get some extremely overpriced snacks. Trevor asked if I minded driving for awhile, so I became pilot for the next segment of the trip. We both got comfortable and started conversing again. It wasn't long before Trevor started in with the curious line of questioning he had started at the coffeehouse.

"So you make it sound like you've changed quite a bit since high school, Elise. I never would have guessed you'd turn into a party girl! Especially the type of girl who doesn't feel all that weird about doing the 'hook up' thing out on the bar scene," Trevor stated.

"Well, I guess I finally got over a lot of my hang-ups in life. Like I said before, I'm just having fun while I can, you know? So when the opportunity to do something fun arises and I feel like going for it, I do just that."

"Right on," Trevor replied, "That's really cool, honestly. More people need to have that sort of attitude; the world would be a lot more fun and quite a bit less closeted. You know what I'm saying?" 

"Exactly! I just figure that unless I take advantage of the present I might not get a chance to do a bunch of fun things. I don't want to regret missed opportunities when I get older," I explained.

"So what sort of 'fun things' and 'opportunities' have you taken advantage of then, hmmm?" Trevor asked me, smirking slyly.

I knew what he was getting at, but asked, "Are we talking sexually or what then?"

"Whichever... it's up to you if you want to take it that route," he answered with another mildly masked smart-ass smile.

I laughed, "Of course that's the route you want me to take! Such the typical guy! Ok, ok, ok...what do you want to know exactly then? I guess I'll share." I was as equally curious about his experiences, but thought it'd be fun to give him the opportunity to inquire first.

"Well, I want to know what one of the wildest sexual situations you've gotten into is." he inquired, adding, "I mean it can't be THAT outrageous! And spare no detail, because you're right, I AM a typical guy sometimes!"

"Trevor, Trevor, Trevor... you really have no idea! But ok, you have to ask specific questions otherwise this will be completely one sided. I'm not just going to blab on and on about how freaky I can be without making you work for it a little," I replied with a smile.

Trevor chuckled, "Ok, you're right, let's see...all right, have you ever had sex or oral sex out in a public place before?"

"Of course! A few times actually... the most recent was at the Rotation Station," I disclosed, wondering how he would react.

"Are you kidding me!?" Trevor asked incredulously, "You fucked somebody in that club?!! Wow! Now that's somethin else, our baby Elise has grown up to be a little wild exhibitionist!"

I laughed hysterically at this, but added, "Well, I didn't 'fuck' him. Not in the conventional way anyhow."

Trevor's jaw dropped and quickly turned to face me while I drove, "My God, I'm shocked here, girl! But what the hell do ya mean by not fucking him in a 'conventional' way? I know you're not talking about anal sex! Or..."

"OHHHHH HELL NO!," I responded quickly, cutting him off. I laughingly added, "No, NOT anal sex. UGH! YUCK!" 

Then I just simply said, nervous yet curious about his impending response, "I, you know...., put his cock between my tits, squeezed 'em together and let him fuck me that way."

There was a moment of silence. I laughed again, asking half-jokingly, "Um, Trevor?? You O.K.??"

He took a second to break out of his transfixed stare at no thing or place in particular, saying, "Goddamn, Elise, that's really hot. Not to mention freaking nutty!" He swallowed hard, then shook his head. "Wow, so uhhh, you obviously gave him head too, right?"

"Well yeah, I mean, you can't very well tit-fuck a guy without sucking his dick too. That's just part of the deal–especially as it's poking up directly at your mouth anyway," I said matter-of-factly, shrugging off my explanation as common knowledge. 

Shaken up by my straightforwardness a bit, Trevor nodded and said, "Yeah, you're right I suppose. Although I've only seen titfucking done in porno movies!" 

"Only in porno, eh? Yeah, it's sort of funny how real life sometimes works out like a porn scene. That's pretty much how this situation worked out," I added. I wanted to inquire further why he hadn't ever done that to a girl before, but Trevor jumped in.

"That's a good point, which leads me to ask this: how did this all go down then?" stopping to crack up for a second, "Excuse the pun!"

I laughed hard at that one but went into describing exactly what happened. I explained how I had been out to a couple clubs near the campus with two friends Georgia and Aindrea, finally hitting the Rotation Station. There was a group of guys that seemed to be following us around from club to club, and ended up dancing right by us out on the dance floor. 

I told Trevor about all the grinding, kissing, fondling, grasping, and stroking I ended up doing with one of them, right there on the floor. I explained how Georgia and I headed to the bathroom and how the guy followed us in, refusing to leave until I talked to him in a bathroom stall. Well talking lead to kissing–kissing lead to much more, I told him. I described everything, from how he sucked on my nipples to how the guy's thick seven inch cock felt in my hand.

"Until all of a sudden, I find myself peeking out of the stall with my goodies hanging out asking Georgia to keep a watch for us while we messed around," I said, pantomiming how I did it. 

I then continued with the story, "Then I plopped down on the toilet seat cover, took him in my mouth, and the rest is history!"

Trevor seemed dumbfounded but intensely and genuinely interested still, asking, "Wait, Georgia was there? She was watching you guys while you were in the stall? Wow..."

"Well she wasn't supposed to be watching US," I clarified, "But at one point after he fucked my tits for a few minutes, I was sucking him, right before he was about to cum actually, I saw her peeking through the crack of the stall door."

Trevor's bright blue eyes were huge and intense as he asked me his next question.

"So where did he cum then, with your friend Georgia watching everything?"

I took a sharp breath and asked him first in a teasing manner, "Are you sure you can handle this?"

Trevor laughed out loud and assured me, "I'm a big boy. I think I can handle it. Come on, you're keeping me in suspense here, Elise! Tell me!"

Before I had a chance to answer, I noticed something. Trevor's cock. Scratch that, Trevor's really big, hard cock! It was making an easily noticed appearance underneath the sweat pants he was wearing–tenting up and to the left slightly. Granted, he was trying to hide it with his seating position and his left forearm but it was very apparent what was going on under there. Obviously I knew he had been probably getting a little turned on by all my storytelling, but I failed to recognize exactly how much! I looked away quickly so not to embarrass him and answered his question, with added effect:

"All over my freaking face and tits. Seriously, I had my eyes open the entire time and I've never ever had so much cum flying at me before or since. I had big strings of it hanging from my cheeks, chin, and lips. Not to mention a few that splattered my chest and tits. It was sorta thick and super-hot too. Georgia said I looked like a porn star," I turned and looked at him as I finished my sentence to see his reaction.

"Jesus Christ! That's fucking crazy Elise! You honestly let a guy you just met fuck your tits and cum all over you in a public restroom. Incredible!" As Trevor finished this sentence, I noticed he tried repositioning himself so that is obvious hard-on wasn't so noticeable.

I decided to torture him a little more by adding, "I didn't 'let' him cum on me, I was the one doing the aiming Trevor. If you let the guy do it on his own in that sort of situation, you're liable to lose an eyeball! And remember too that Georgia saw all of this."

He responded with a good laugh, "Oh right, she WAS still watching, wasn't she? Damn, damn, damn! I can't believe it, quite honestly! I probably wouldn't even believe it if I had been watching myself."

"You wish you had been there to watch!" I teased. "Georgia did tell me later though that it was incredibly cool yet surreal seeing me with that guy."

"I bet!" Trevor retorted, "I have to admit that your little story is most likely the hottest story I have ever heard from a girl. Congratulations, you get grand prize!" He then squirmed around in his seat some more, and I tried not to stare at what he was trying to conceal.

I laughed, more so at the fact that he was having even more trouble keeping his big hard on in check than his jokes. Knowing he had a hard on because of my disclosure was beginning to get to me and I could tell my nipples were getting hard. They always get sort of itchy when they get that way, and I definitely got that 'urge-to-rub-them' feeling just then. Just talking about sexual matters with purely platonic friends can still get you a bit heated, so I didn't overanalyze my reaction. It was just as naturally human as Trevor's erection. These things happen to everyone and there's not much you can really do about it.

"So ya liked the story I take it, huh?" I asked.

"Hell yeah Elise. You're right; I had no idea about exactly how much you've changed!" As he finished his sentence, he pretty much readjusted his straining cock with his hand. It was too much to keep from saying something about it.

"Um, are you having some trouble over there chief?" I asked as humorously and innocently as possible.

Trevor instantly turned beet red, nervously he replied, "Ohhhh, uh, yeah, I guess so. Sorry, but shit, that was a seriously erotic run down you just gave! Plus I'm having some boxer-short issues here and that isn't helping much."

I giggled. "It's me who should apologize, I shouldn't have said anything. Those sweat pants definitely don't do much to hide your 'predicament' either. I just couldn't help but notice," I added.

Trevor looked genuinely perplexed, turned on, and uncomfortable at the same time after I said this. This was an awkward, yet erotically charged scenario right in the car. This was really turning me on.

After a minute or two of silence, Trevor suddenly piped up, "Goddammit, I hate these boxers! I always slip out the fly-hole in these because they're too tight. It's very uncomfortable with how, um, things are right now. And talking about it constantly REALLY isn't helping things." 

I honestly began to feel bad for him at this point. "Well, what do ya need to do, uhh, adjust things? There's not another rest stop for at least 20 miles or so. At least that's what the last sign read."

"SHIT, we can't very well stop on the side of the interstate here. With my luck, somebody would drive by and think I was flashing, and then call the cops or something!" Trevor laughed saying this. At least this was still sort of funny to him, despite the obvious embarrassment.


Odd Opportunities Ch. 01



At this point I should explain something about myself. I have completely gotten curious about the penis since I left home for school. Fascinated maybe is a better term. I'm constantly finding myself wondering about what certain guys' cocks look like, flaccid, tumescent, or fully hard. Only a couple of my close female friends understand where I'm coming from on this, and all of our guy friends think I'm a bit weird. But as weird as they think it is, a grand majority of them have shown me what they got at one point or another at my request. 

It's not so much a sexual thing, more so a playful curiosity. I just really like seeing what a guy has, and will ask to check it out if the situation is right. I'm no atypical 'size queen', but it's a nice bonus if the guy's got a huge fat one to display. From what I could tell, Trevor definitely had one of those, and I was getting more curious by the second to see the big hard erection he had under there. Plus between telling my story and the vibe of the situation between us I began thinking I was going to have to check it out.

I contemplated my next move, and said, "Listen Trevor, we're both adults here and both understand that you got to do what you got to do. It's just one of those natural things; you really can't help it at this point."

Trevor nodded, still covering up as best he could.

I continued, trying to sound as pragmatic as possible, "So, just go ahead and get things rearranged or whatever, ok? I'll keep my eyes on the road and you just tell me when everything is cool. Sound like a plan?"

Trevor nodded in agreement again, "Yeah, ok. This just is so freaking embarrassing, Elise! I'm really glad you're being cool about the whole thing, because I suppose it could be a lot worse."

"All right," I gripped the wheel and stared straight ahead like I promised, "you go ahead and let me know when we're in the clear."

He laughed nervously and reluctantly muttered, "Ok, here goes..."

As I listened closely to the sounds of rustling around next to me, I got butterflies in my stomach. I was so fucking curious and turned on knowing what was going on not but two feet away from me–Trevor's hard dick out in the open; with him trying to stuff it back in to his underwear. It was all I could do to keep my eyes focused forward. 

That was, until I heard a wet-sounding, flesh-hitting-flesh noise. I looked over quickly in an automatic reflex to see what happened without thinking. Trevor had his shirt pulled up past his stomach and this beautiful-looking cock was smack-dab up against it! I think my jaw dropped about three inches when I saw it: about 8 and a half inches long with a fairly thick shaft and an angry-looking purple-ish colored knob on the end. 

I could see that he was leaking a fair amount of pre-cum, so he must have been hard for awhile before I noticed, I thought. The thing was amazing-looking to me, especially as it was VERY hard, pulsing with his heartbeat. It had been quite a while since I had seen something so fucking big AND attractive at the same time. I was mesmerized.

Trevor was bending his cock down back into his boxers somewhat unsuccessfully when he glanced over at me.

"HEY!" He shouted, scaring me a bit. I was busted! My eyes shot straight back to the road, my face flushed, my neck and chest feeling extremely hot all of a sudden.

"You said you were going to keep your eyes on the road, ya big peeker!" He snapped at me, laughing as he did so.

I scrambled to say something in my defense, "Well... uhhh... I, um... heard a noise and just looked to see what happened... and... uhhh... I'm sorry Trevor..."

The rustling continued for a few more seconds, then Trevor cleared his throat and said, "Ok, whew! That's so much better! All right, everything is taken care of!"

I silently felt disappointed that the 'readjustment' was over so quickly, but the two second glance at his huge, beautiful cock was imprinted in my brain to stay.

Looking back at him, I hoped that he couldn't tell how turned on I was. My nipples were definitely poking out now and I felt extremely hot, my ears burning, as was my face.

"So everything is cool now?" I asked somewhat unsteadily.

"Well, I'm not as uncomfortable anymore if that's what you mean. I still, well, um, am not completely in the clear I guess you could say." He laughed as he bent his left leg up to try to conceal the hard on he must have still had.

I glanced downward quickly, 'Yup,' I thought, 'he still is definitely hard!' Although it was now more restrained then before underneath his boxers, it was still straining to get out from under them.

"I did that all with one story, huh?" I teased.

"That's no fair! But yeah, you did. That was something else, hearing about you of all people, doing something so brazen."

I couldn't help myself any longer. I just had to see it again. I was completely overwhelmed by the situation; my intense curiosity had finally broken through.

"Hey Trevor...?" I paused for a second, "Can I see it?"

He looked at me quickly, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, dead serious. I just want to take a look at what I created, is that so bad?" I nervously asked.

"Umm...shit, sure, I guess so. You're definitely a curious cat there Elise. This is sort of weird, but all right...why not?"

Everything seemed to go into slow motion as he peeled down the elastic band of his sweatpants over that straining pole of flesh underneath. I watched intently as more and more of his cock was uncovered --almost forgetting that I was driving.

There it was again, his big fucking cock–looking even bigger and harder now than it was previously when I caught that brief glimpse of it.

I couldn't help but blurt out, "Holy shit Trevor! You really have a huge cock! Damn!"

He laughed and smiled proudly, "You think so? I guess I know I'm bigger than average, but thanks for the complement!" He added, "So you like it, huh?"

"Hell yeah I do!" I inadvertently admitted, "I mean, yeah, you really to have a nice one there. Wow..."

I went back to staring at it, completely missing any eye contact he might have been trying to make with me. It continued to throb, the light blue veins on the pinkish-flesh-colored thick shaft bulging out. He took hold of it with his right hand and squeezed slightly, holding it straight up. Doing this made it swell even bigger, also making a big dollop of pre-cum bubble up and collect at the tip.

I was practically breathless, my mouth was dry and I muttered, "Jesus, Trevor... you're really really hard, aren't you?"

Without much hesitation he answered, "You're God damn right I am! I mean, it was like I could picture everything you were telling me. And no offense, but with those perfect-looking tits of yours, and the fact you let that guy slide his cock between them until he came all over you completely turned me on! Can you blame me?" He continued to hold his dick at the base while he confessed all this to me.

"Absolutely not! Although I wasn't trying to turn you on purposely, just was telling the truth of what happened, that's all. I suppose any guy's natural physical reaction would be the same." I checked the road for a second, and then asked, "You really think I have perfect-looking tits, Trevor?"

"Of course you do! I mean, I've seriously never seen a girl your size who was so, well, 'stacked' for lack of a better term. They're just so perky, which is rare with boobs so big. Yeah, they're perfect in my opinion."

I couldn't believe that here I was, getting complemented on my endowed chest by a guy sitting right next to me with his hard-on in his hand. Not just any guy, but an old friend I never thought about in a sexual way whatsoever in all the years I'd known him. It was definitely surreal, but still freaking hot!

"Well, would you like to see them?" I asked, shocking myself that I actually said the words. I quickly tried to justify the question by adding, "I guess it's only fair since I am getting to see yours after all."

Trevor laughed, "Hey, I never try to argue with sound logic! Sure, I would love to see them!"

I laughed at that comment, and then said, "Ok... then hold the wheel for a second for me, all right?" Trevor scooted across the seat, his huge erection still out, pointing straight at me and took the wheel.

"Thank God for cruise control," I muttered quickly as I reached under my halter top and bra with both hands to pull it up over my tits. "Ok, are you ready?" I asked.

Trevor just nodded excitedly in response, keeping one eye on the road and the other on me. I quickly pulled my clothing up, and both of my girls popped right out. That's one thing about my breasts, whenever I peel off whatever is covering them, they seem to just jump out–guys love it!

And so did Trevor, "Fuckin' A Elise! I was right! They really are perfect... and wow... bigger than I thought actually!"

I took back the wheel, but Trevor stayed put next to me. I blushed a bit, even though I had gotten similar reactions from practically every guy I had shown them to. Somehow this was a bit different, showing myself to a friend like I was. 

Coyly I asked, "So I take it you like them, eh?"

Trevor quickly responded with, "Oh yeah, like you can't tell I do!" 

We both laughed to sort of dispel the sexual tension of what was happening; but it was still fairly obvious that both of us were getting really turned on by our 'show-me-yours-and-I'll-show-you-mine' game we were now playing.

Then Trevor asked, "This may sound sorta cliché, but... I've never touched boobs this big that weren't fake before. If you don't want me to, I'll COMPLETELY understand, but... can I??"

I really didn't care, but responded with a smart-assed, "I don't know... CAN you?"

Trevor rolled his eyes, laughed softly, and cupped the underside of my right breast with his right hand. He lifted it up while softly squeezing it, getting a good feel while weighing it–my breast overfilling his hand. I drew in a quick breath at his touch–which was gentle but very firm.

"My God Elise, these almost feel fake they're so compact." with this said, he reached over to the other one as if to compare them. 

My nipples felt achy with how hard they were from his fondling of my tits. As innocent as this little 'game' seemed to be, simply admiring one another's physical assets, I was getting super hot. Yet we both were acting playful and somewhat practical about it all.

Just then, I was startled back into reality by a really loud honk coming from the lane to our left. A car load of what looked to be college-aged girls had pulled up beside our car and were all staring at us as we drove side by side. They were all laughing and pointing, completely wigging out at the fact I was driving with my breasts totally exposed and this guy next to me squeezing them while in plain view. They obviously weren't appalled at what they were witnessing as they tried their best to keep up with us.

I went to pull my shirt and bra back down to cover myself, but Trevor, cracking up, said, "Hey, let's give 'em a show!"

I just shrugged my agreement and let Trevor squeeze my tits together, playfully slapping them against one another for the girls' viewing pleasure. I was laughing my ass off at their reactions– they were clapping and giving us the 'thumbs up', all the while wide-eyed in disbelief. They totally went wild when Trevor suddenly lifted up my right breast and started sucking on my nipple, honking the horn like crazy. 

Then I got an idea, "Hey, show them your cock! They'll totally go nuts seeing it I'm sure!"

So Trevor stood up as best he could inside the car, still laughing and did just that. Pretty much everyone in the other car's jaw dropped! Sure enough, they all flipped! One hysterically giggling girl in the front seat held her hands about a foot apart as to show us that she thought Trevor's cock was huge–nodding her approval. I smiled a big grin and nodded right along with her. Trevor then grabbed his still-hard cock and started shaking it around, doing a little goofy dance right next to me. 

"Well aren't you the showman!" I said, really having fun with giving these girls something to remember for awhile.

"You ain't seen nothing yet!" And with that, he squeezed in as close as possible to me without forcing us off the road.

I freaked out, "What the hell are you doing??!! You're gonna crash us!"

"You'll see, just keep driving. They're going to love this!," Trevor responded.

As I concentrated on trying to keep us on the road, I felt the hot, sticky head of his cock poking my right breast. Before I could say anything, Trevor started jerking himself off while slapping the exposed portion of my tit! I was shocked myself, because, number one-- we were exposing ourselves to complete strangers, number two-- he was getting so into the exhibition, but number three: that he was rubbing his cock on me as part of it!

He backed off of doing that after a few seconds to see their reaction–they didn't disappoint. They all were still having a blast watching us make complete embarrassments of ourselves.

"Elise! Look!" Trevor suddenly shouted, pointing at the neighboring car. 

I glanced over at the car to see what they were doing and saw that three of the girls were flashing their tits at us! We both lost it, laughing at their lame attempt at one-upmanship. 

Trevor was definitely enjoying it though, and said, "These girls are hilarious aren't they?" 

"Yeah, this is too damn funny! I can't believe we're doing this actually!" I responded.

I looked back over at them for a second and saw one girl making a jerking-off motion with her hand and pointing at us. Not understanding exactly what she meant as Trevor was still jerking himself at them from time to time, I pointed at myself as if to say, "You want me to do that?" The girl quickly responded with a vigorous nod in agreement, and I just reached out and did it–grabbed right onto his practically 9-inch, rock-hard cock and started jerking it quickly. That definitely got a reaction from this group of little sluts! 

They were clapping and yelling while the girl driving laid on the horn. Trevor just let me do it, not laughing as much as before, but hamming up our 'performance' for effect. I took his lead and started sticking my tongue out at his cock while I kept jerking him with my right hand. Another girl made the universal blow job signal, you know, the fist holding the invisible dick pumping in and out of the open mouth gesture. Well, she was doing this like crazy at us.

Trevor looked down from his uncomfortably hunched-over to the side position next to me, and asked, "Well, should we?"

"Shit, I guess we've gone this far with this whole thing!" I responded, totally thinking within the moment. "Can we even do this?" I asked quickly. 

We were still technically on the interstate, going about 60 miles per hour–as fun as this little show was for everybody, I didn't want to die doing it! Luckily Trevor's Dad's car was a big 'ol 2002 Cadillac, because otherwise it would have been suicide even attempting this sort of thing. But Trevor answered my question by somehow craning his upper body around so that his cock was pretty much only a few inches from my face. 

"Oh my God Trevor, we're going to die! Ok, you let me know if we start going off the road! Here goes..." I said as I steadied the steering wheel with my knees. 

With that done, I just went for it. Holding his cock with my right hand, I steered the head of his cock so that I could lick it with my tongue. Trevor moaned loudly the instant my tongue made contact with the underside of the head. I tasted his pre-cum, which was syrupy but sort of bittersweet. I couldn't believe what I was doing! But God, it was so hot to actually be licking Trevor's beautiful dick, and it was even more of a high doing for the enjoyment of a group of enthusiastic onlookers!

I could only lick him for a few seconds before I checked the road to make sure we weren't going off into the ditch or into their car.

Trevor shouted, "Keep on doing it, they're booing you!" Then he was able to position himself so that his cock was even closer to my mouth.

I don't know why I did it–maybe it was the girls next to us pushing me to go further, maybe it was the challenge, maybe it was just the build up of everything that had transpired up to this point, or maybe it was that this cock pointed at me was one of the nicest (and one of the biggest) I had ever seen up close–whatever it was, I leaned in, opened wide, and sucked about half of his length into my mouth. I didn't just slide it in, I more or less rammed my mouth over it as quickly as I possibly could. All the while I was doing this, I was sucking him, HARD, working my tongue around the underside. It felt so huge in my mouth, which made me want to make even more of an effort to really suck him like nobody else had before. Of course I had my audience to consider also, right?

After about a half dozen or so of rapid sucks on him, Trevor pulled his cock out of my suctioned mouth with a loud POP, and said, "Oh wow! They have a camera! They're taking pictures of this Elise! Do you want to stop?"

Without thinking whatsoever I answered by going back to sucking him–camera or no camera, it didn't matter to me at that point. It was like I had absolutely no care in the world other than for what I wanted to do–which was to blow Trevor some more. And that's what I did. I just licked and sucked his big fucking cock like some sort of crazed porno-chick in front of a bunch of girls I'd probably never meet again, and I was having a great time doing so!

After a few seconds, Trevor again popped out of my mouth, scrambling to his seat, "Oh shit! Hey! We got a car coming up behind us, Elise..."

I quickly pulled my shirt and bra down over my chest while Trevor yanked up his sweats in a frantic rush. Our disappointed audience zipped up ahead of us to let a family in a mini Van come up behind and then along side us. As I looked up at the typical-looking housewife in the passenger seat, she looked down at us and smiled. 

I wondered to myself just then if maybe they saw anything, but Trevor dispelled my fears, "Oh, don't worry. There's absolutely no way they could've seen anything at all, we stopped before they got close enough to make out what was going on in here. That could've been really close though! Can you even imagine?"

"Oh God! Absolutely not! I don't even want to begin to try imagining actually," I responded, still reeling from almost being caught sucking cock by an entire family.

"Well, it looks like our show is over–those crazy-ass chicks are getting off at this exit up ahead. They're probably gonna be talking about us for awhile," he said proudly.

I laughed, "Hell yeah they will!" Then I asked, "Did they really take pictures of me sucking you?"

"Yeah, one of the girls in back had a digital camera it looked like. That was so hot Elise; I can't believe I did that!" He said shaking his head in disbelief as we both started to accept the reality of what we had just done.

"You!!?? I can't believe that what I did either! I mean, I was the one with a big dick in her mouth, remember?" I replied.

"Yeah, true, you got me there. But God-dammit Elise, that felt soooooo good when you were doing that."

"You mean when I was sucking you off?" I clarified, almost daring him to push things further than they already had been.

"Yeah, when you were sucking on this..." he said, looking right at me and pulling out his still mostly hard dick. He started to stroke it lightly and just stared right at my face, then my tits, back to my face again as he did so.

"Trevor...?" I started to ask.

"Yes?" He answered.

"There's another rest stop up ahead, and I think we need to go there. You know what I'm saying?"

Trevor, still jerking himself openly in front of me calmly agreed, "Yes. I know exactly what you're saying, you got me so fucking worked up I'm about ready to cum just from looking at you right now!"




Odd Opportunities Ch. 01



I chuckled, adding, "Well don't do that, I have some plans for where I want it. And it isn't all over the seats...just to give you a little clue." I looked over at him with the sexiest look I could muster and winked slowly.

All Trevor could do was groan in response.

To Be Continued...



Odd Opportunities Ch. 02



When we pulled into the rest stop area, I looked for the most remotely located parking space, and really didn’t find any. We just happened to stop at one that wasn’t very large and had quite a few passers-by about the area.

“Shit!!” Cursed Trevor, “of course there’s got to be like three hundred people here!”

“Wait, I got an idea. There’s some woods out behind the main building here, you see what I’m talking about?”

I pointed to a small woodsy area that was out back of the rest stop facility, about fifty yards behind it.

“We can go out there and do whatever we want. I’m sure we can have some privacy if we go back far enough,” I suggested. I then teasingly said, “You up for another fun little adventure?”

Trevor was practically out the door before I finished my sentence, “You bet your perfect tits I am!”

Out behind the building were a few picnicking couples and families, taking a break from the road and enjoying the nice weather. We tried looking as casual as possible, trying to mask the fact that we were trying to find a place to fool around. After what seemed like forever, we ducked into the wooded area walking back as far as we could while still being able to keep a look out if anybody came near us.

Trevor practically ripped my shirt and bra trying to get under it to grab at my tits, squeezing and rubbing them as he went. Our open mouths locked in frantic kisses, our tongues doing battle. Once my breasts were free, Trevor simply devoured them, going from one to the other, sucking on my nipples, licking everywhere he could. 

I had my hand down those silly boxers and was reveling in the feeling of his cock in my hand as I jerked it. After we successfully got each other completely worked up again, I dropped to my knees and went to fish out his beautiful dick again. I yanked down his underwear and sweats in one pull. SMACK! His hard-on sprang out and slapped me firmly under my chin.

“Oh fuck!,” I huffed, reacting to the contact, “Yeah, slap me with it Trevor, please?” I begged submissively, a role I rarely play in situations such as this.

“Yeah, fuck yeah...” he mumbled and fulfilled my request by tilting up my face with his fingers and slapping me all over my face with the length of his beautiful cock. 

It felt so fucking naughty to be letting him do this to me, on my knees in a forest with my tits hanging out, getting cock-slapped, with many people sitting only a short distance away. I stuck out my tongue, trying to lick the underside of the shaft when it passed over my face. He just slapped my tongue with it. Long strings of saliva mixed with his pre-cum stretched between his cock and my tongue. I whimpered out loud as he did this, vehemently getting into the pure nastiness of what we were doing. It seemed harder than ever before now, and I was even more turned on than before. It was me that was making him so hot, and that thought was driving me crazy.

“Oh my God you’re sexy Elise,” he whispered, looking down at me with an intense look.

I just smiled, grabbed the middle of his cock and did my best to take as much as I could of it into my mouth and throat, all the while keeping eye contact with him. I know most guys love this, and Trevor’s reaction to it showed me he was no exception.

“Fuck! Yeah girl, that feels so freaking good. Suck it hard,” he gasped, following up with a deep moan.

I did just that. I started sucking him as hard as I possibly could, moving my mouth back and forth a few inches at a time while jerking him with both hands. He was leaking pre-cum like crazy all over my tongue. Tasting it brought out an involuntary moan from me, as it actually tasted somewhat decent, sort of sweet. I worked hard and fast trying to coax more fluid from his pulsing cock. My tits jiggled and bounced wildly with my movements. 

All of this fast-paced, sloppy sucking and stroking action was making a lot of nearly deafening wet-sounding noises. It was all I could hear, drowning out everything around me. I was extremely focused on everything in the moment, and wanted so badly to make Trevor shoot his load. All the events leading up to this: me subserviently giving him head like some sort of crazed cum slut had me willing to do just about anything Trevor wanted me to do.

Trevor lightly grabbed my face, pulling me off of his length with a loud ‘POP’, “You know what I want?”

“What?,” I breathlessly asked, still squeezing and stroking him as I looked up, slightly disappointed that he had stopped me from blowing him.

“I wanna do what you told me you did at that club... I’ve been thinking about doing along those lines since we ran into each other at the bookstore.”

I grabbed my tits in my hands, squeezed them together and raised them up slightly despite the confines of my shirt and bra, “You want to fuck these, do ya?” I asked, smiling as innocently as possible given the situation.

“You’re fucking right I do. They’re just so God damn big, firm and hot Elise,” he answered, reaching down to feel them right along with me, teasing my nipples with his fingers.

“Well then go for it! Your cock is absolutely perfect for doing this Trevor. Here,” I paused quickly to pull my shirt and bra further up and scooted up closer to him so that his hard-on was in a good position to put between my tits. 

I raised them up a bit, spreading them apart for him invitingly. He took my cue and squatted down slightly while moving closer, getting his spit-covered cock right between my breasts. When it touched my skin, I gasped with the extreme heat his cock was making. It felt so fucking good to have his rubbery hardness in my control, right between my breasts. Once he got snuggled between them, we both pushed my tits together hard to make a tight tunnel for him to fuck.

“Jesus Christ Elise, this looks so fucking hot! I can’t believe how good this feels either. Goddamn!” 

He started working his hips to make hard, long, slow passes with his cock, grinding into my flesh and breastbone.

I had to agree with Trevor... it did look and feel awesome! Even though I have tit-fucked a fair share of guys, I never get over the extremely erotic composition of doing it and what it looks like visually. Of course there’s the psychological edge to it, where I feel I am so in control of the guy I’m doing it to, much like giving a guy head. 

But for me, it’s also a physically stimulating act. My breasts are very sensitive fortunately, and I love the feel of a guy’s cock as it rubs against me and pops up out of my pressed together tits as he fucks them. Trevor’s was big enough that when it came up, I was able to take the head of it into my mouth, licking the head pretty much the entire time he worked me. Even as I still had my bra and shirt on, his cock still appeared from underneath them.

“Yeah, lick it! Fuck yeah... oh man...,” Trevor kept mumbling.

He was enjoying this immensely, the sensations and visual of his cock disappearing and reappearing between my tits. I was watching too, alternately looking at his face contort with the extreme pleasure and watching that fat cock sliding around between my firm breasts. 

“Yeah Trevor, fuck my tits...keep fuckin them,” I gasped, urging him on. “Ohmigod yeah!” 

My dirty talk really spurred him on because he just started to completely pound away all of a sudden. My tits were getting slapped by his hips, my nipples grinding super hard into his thighs below. His rapid-style fucking was practically knocking the breath out of me with every thrust and I loved every last second of it. There was a steady PAP-PAP-PAP-PAP sound going now, both of us breathing like we were running the last leg of a 400 meter dash. I began to sense he was getting close to cumming as he started pouring sweat, the veins in his neck starting to stand out. I pushed my tits together even tighter around him as the point of contact between me and his cock became almost a blur.

“Are you gonna cum soon Trevor? Huh? Are you? Are you gonna cum from fucking my big tits baby?” My words stuttered, staccato-fashion in reaction to each hard thrust. I knew my dirty talk would bring him off, talking that way because I wanted to see how much cum he had for me. He simply nodded quickly, any words seeming to escape him because of the calculated concentration he was putting on his impending orgasm, I figured. I teased him even more. 

“Are you going to shoot a big load for me? Huh? Gonna shoot your cum all over my tits? Maybe my face too? Well? Are you...? Answer me!”

Trevor’s eyes were practically rolled back into his head but he managed a, “Oh yeah! This is going to be a huge one... oh... oh GOD! FUUUUUCK YESSSS!”

I looked down between my pressed-together breasts just in time to get struck right between the eyes with what was most likely the biggest wad of cum I’d ever seen come out of a guy! I recoiled and pulled my head back slightly in a startled reaction only to be struck by another shot as it hit me hard on the chin, completely coating the underside of my jaw. I instinctively stuck out my tongue, stretching it out to taste his remaining cum as another big streak hit the roof of my mouth, practically filling it. I quickly swallowed what was there only to get plastered with several more gooey wads on my cheeks. I opened my eyes to see Trevor frantically jerking himself off, pointing that big cock at the exposed portions of my tits below my shirt and bra. I counted and felt three hot white globs hitting them, and I automatically started rubbing it all into my skin. Between just having gotten the biggest cum facial I’ve ever received and the rubbing of his hot, sticky cum on my sensitive nipples, I almost came right then! 

“UGH! Holy fuck! Ahhhhh...,” Trevor sighed, wobbling towards me in a daze. 

Having completely shot his load, Trevor offered his cum-leaking, still-throbbing cock to my mouth which I instantly tried to deep-throat. I gagged slightly, but still kept him in my mouth, sucking really deep and hard. I took the opportunity to open my eyes to look up at him only to find my left eye completely covered with his cum. So I peered up, one eyed, with his cock still slowly moving in and out of my face to see a look of utter amazement on Trevor’s face.

“Jesus Christ Elise... that was fantastic! Oh no, sorry about your eye there...,” Trevor apologized, using his fingers to help wipe the wad out of my eye. We both laughed, “You look completely covered right now! I can’t believe I came that much, but damn, that was so freaking good!”

I thought about what I must look like, laughing, and added, “Yeah, I have never ever had a guy cum that much Trevor! Seriously, I was wondering if you were ever going to quit! Wow... I’m a total mess right now I bet.”

“You have NO idea... I guess we should’ve brought some paper towels or something, huh?”

I agreed, “Damn, that would’ve been a good thing to do–as well as maybe taking off my top before hand! Oh well, not much we can do about it now I suppose.”

As we both cooled down, I looked down at my chest to survey the damage. I had globs of thick white cum all over the tops of my tits and my halter-top and bra had splashes of it all over them. The undersides of my breasts and stomach were all shiny and wet, not to mention how my face must’ve looked! 

“Wow Trevor! That was really impressive. But what the hell am I going to do? We have to walk by all those people before I can get to a bathroom to clean up, you know?”

“Yeah, you’re right. Hmmm,” Trevor thought aloud, “Here, I’ll wipe off what I can with the inside of my shirt, ok? And then you can make a mad dash for the bathroom. What do you think?”

“I guess that’s what we’ll have to do. It’s the price you got to pay for lack of foresight!” I joked.

“I concur,” Trevor said with a smile and leaned down, sharing a long slow kiss with me. This surprised me as I still had a bunch of his still-wet cum clinging to my face.

Trevor took his shirt off, turned it inside-out and we together wiped up as much cum as possible off of my face and chest. We straightened ourselves up enough to be somewhat presentable and made a bee-line out of the wooded area to the rest-stop bathrooms. I kept my eyes straight ahead, trying not to make any eye-contact whatsoever with any of the travelers in the picnic area. Trevor and I acted as though nothing had happened out there so as not to draw any attention to ourselves.

Once we got inside, I ran into the bathroom and found it to be completely empty–thank God! I immediately went to one of the sinks and looked at myself in the mirror. Even with Trevor’s wiping up of my face, anybody with a brain could’ve figured out that I had just gotten splattered with cum! I had a couple of lines of it in my hair on the left side, my left eyebrow still had a good portion in it too. We had missed A LOT on my neck as both sides of it were shiny. And the smell… that somewhat acrid, mushroom-like scent of cum was unmistakable. 

The worst part though, was my halter top. It looked like somebody had shot me in the chest with a Super Soaker brand squirt gun with watered down mayonnaise! Although I was sort of nervous about the fact that I looked so horrible, it was a complete turn on at the same time. I began to wish that I could’ve seen myself right after Trevor came all over me, to understand what he saw. 

I turned on the hot water faucet full blast and started grabbing handfuls of paper towels out of the dispenser. As I was getting them wet, the door opened to the bathroom and two women in their early ‘30s walked in. One of them went directly to a stall, while the other approached the sinks by me. I frantically tried getting the towels wet so that I could retreat to a stall before they saw me, but I had no such luck!

“Hi there sweetie,” the shorter red head said to me. 

I acted as though I didn’t hear her over the rush of the water coming out of the faucet, but she didn’t take the hint. ‘Stupid over-polite Midwesterners’, I thought to myself. I kept wetting the paper towels while trying my best not to give away what I was doing.

“Getting washed up are ya?” She continued, washing her hands in the sink to my left. 

“Traveling always makes me feel so...gross, I guess. Ya know what I mean?” She looked at me in the mirror for a response, and took in a sharp breath. “What is all that?! Is that what I think?”

I quickly made eye contact with her as my face turned beet red and my stomach flipped. Her eyes were huge, her mouth dropped wide open, staring at my cum splattered shirt. I felt like dying right there! My mind reeled with embarrassment as I searched for some sort of reply. My fight-or-flight response kicked in, and just the ‘fight’ response happened to be the one which came forth.

“What the hell do you care? Yeah, I got cum all over me! So fucking what?!!” I turned away, with moist paper towels in hand to the nearest stall and a big triumphant smile on my face. I added with a muttered, “Nosy bitch...God!”

I slammed the stall door shut for added effect, plopping down on the closed toilet seat. I heard the woman scoff out loud with a “Ugh! The nerve of some people!,” and she stomped out of the bathroom. Her friend followed a minute or two later, most probably to get a run-down of why I’d snapped. I hoped that they’d be disgusted enough to get right in their car and leave. There was no way I wanted to run into that woman ever again.

Having somewhat unsuccessfully made it through that embarrassing moment, I took to the task of getting cleaned up, finally! I dabbed at my face, neck, and hair to clean everything I saw stuck to me in the mirror before I was interrupted. Then I peeled off my shirt, quite literally, as it was still very sticky along with my bra, and became even more turned on when I saw the reddened area between my tits where Trevor’s cock had fucked me a few minutes earlier. Then there was all the flaky, dried areas of cum splotching the skin of my breasts. God he had a lot of cum! 

I then started to wipe down my tits with the wet paper towels I had left, really scrubbing to get as clean as possible. As I did this, I had flashbacks of everything that had happened in the last few hours just from sharing a single sexual experience: the performance for the group of strangers on the interstate, sucking and titty-fucking him outside, and then getting caught with remnants of cum all over me by yet another stranger. It all became too fucking hot, as I hadn’t had my own release since this all started, I needed to get off… now!

While I slipped my right hand down into my shorts, I couldn’t help but tweak my achy nipples with my left. I couldn’t believe how wet I was as my fingertips met my pussy. I mean, I’d basically been pretty wet since I’d seen Trevor’s big-ass dick. Our torrid dick-sucking and titfuck session obviously had gotten me even more worked up. I started to think that maybe he and I should’ve just out-and-out fucked back there. With that thought in mind, I went like mad on my clit–using my favorite rapid clockwise motion. 

As I applied a bit more pressure, I imagined what it would be like having Trevor behind me, slamming that monstrous-looking cock into my pussy relentlessly. I shook my tits up and down in the same fashion as I knew they would if he were fucking me that way, rubbing away at my clit simultaneously. I had to bite my lower lip hard to keep from moaning out loud it felt so good. I’d masturbated tons of times before, but this quite honestly was one of the best times ever. 

After only maybe two minutes fantasizing about a hot doggy-style fuck with Trevor while frigging my clit, I hit that white-light point of a good, hard come. It hit me hard, but I kept rubbing away furiously. I kicked my legs straight out and shook as my intense orgasm flowed through me. I vividly imagined getting completely stuffed full with a cock like Trevor’s, his hips slapping my ass. The plateau of my orgasm seemed to last forever and I felt like I’d never stop. When it finally did, I got a foot cramp.

“Ow! Dammit!,” I muttered.

“Uh, you okay in there?,” asked a friendly female voice from outside my stall.

Shit, somebody came in! I recovered quickly, trying to find my breath after my powerful double-come. 

“Uh, Yeah…yeah, I’m okay…just hurt my foot, that’s all. Thanks for asking though!” 

“Okay then, take care,” she responded sweetly and promptly left.

Left alone again, I suddenly remembered Trevor. He must have been worried about how I was handling ‘the mess’ we’d created, especially as I’d been in the bathroom for quite awhile. So I jumped up, readjusted my shorts and grabbed my shirt and bra. When I started to put my bra on, I noticed how unwearable it was. It must’ve soaked up a bunch of the cum he’d shot. It was practically stiff. There was no way I was putting it back on, especially since I only had a short jaunt back to the car. I put on my halter, noticing some stiffness on it as well. It was slightly discolored, but I sure as shit wasn’t gonna wash it. All I wanted to do was get the hell out there at that point! 

I peeked out of the stall quickly to see if the coast was clear, then folded my bra up as much as possible and wrapped it up in the paper towels I had left. I checked myself in the mirror quick in my rush out of there, and seemed presentable enough. As I walked through the restroom door I saw Trevor standing in the lobby area, the entire lower part of his tank top wet.

“Nice shirt!” we both said simultaneously, then busted out laughing, hard. The scene was pretty funny, most definitely, but there was this sense of urgency to feel safe on my behalf. After all, I’d been busted out once already and was noticeably braless now–and my dried cum-encrusted white halter top would most likely draw attention if anybody looked twice.

“Enough of this place Trevor. Let’s get out of here! Now!” I practically shouted.




Odd Opportunities Ch. 02



“Okay, okay, you and I both need to change. Especially you... Jeeze!” He was stating the obvious, but followed with, “Uhhh, where’s your bra Elise? Was it that bad?”

“You have no idea, Mr. Cumbuckets,” I joked, nudging his side. “But c’mon, I’ll fill you in on it all in the car,” I pushed him towards the door, staying behind him to hide as we hurriedly walked to the car.

Ten minutes later we were again on the interstate, finally putting some distance between us and the extremely hot and embarrassing rest stop excursion. Finally feeling somewhat safe, I broke down exactly what had occurred in the bathroom for Trevor. Although I was tempted to, I didn’t bother to mention my little masturbation session while he waited for me. I just decided to keep that portion of our stop to myself. 

Being the humorist he is, Trevor found the situation I’d experienced downright hilarious but was sympathetic as well. He apologized over and over for what had happened but of course had a sense of pride over his ‘performance’ in the woods. He wasn’t the only one who felt that way about it, as it was me who had brought him off so explosively. Once the roadway was clear of any other potential spectators, I dug around in the back seat for some fresh clothes to change into. Trevor had already changed his, and I definitely wanted to follow suit. So I grabbed a t-shirt and another bra, and tried to make Trevor keep his eyes on the road as I changed.

“God Elise, I seriously can’t tell you enough how beautiful those tits of yours are. I’m sorry if I sound like I’m a bit obsessed, but before today, I’d never ever tit-fucked anybody before.”

Snapping up my bra, I replied, “You’re kidding, right? Well that explains a few things then I guess! Namely that huge orgasm you let loose all over the place.” I playfully punched him in the arm, “But all joking aside, I’m glad I was the person you got to experience that with.”

Trevor just smiled, “Me too. I don’t need to tell you that it was amazing, I’m sure.”

“Nope,” I replied returning his smile, “You sure don’t!”

I was relieved that he seemed to be ok with what we’d done with one another thus far in our trip. Neither of us was the type of person to make something big out of a quick sexual frustration release and it made me much more comfortable with all of it. I was also relieved that Trevor wasn’t the type of guy who would start getting worried about placing a label on our relationship, as sometimes things get tricky feelings-wise after you mess around with a guy. I was content just remaining good friends who happened to get wild and crazy one afternoon and Trevor seemed to be on the same page.

We both enjoyed a somewhat nice silence for awhile, just listening to the radio and watching the miles go by. Bored, I got started to get extremely sleepy and I asked Trevor if it was all right if I napped for awhile. He was okay with it so I shifted myself in the passenger seat. It wasn’t too long before I drifted off, getting some much needed rest after the crazy goings-on at our last stop. .

I woke up later on to the sound of Trevor talking to somebody on his cell-phone. I checked my watch to see the time, only to discover I couldn’t read it as there was a big dried blob of cum I’d missed earlier. I laughed to myself and wondered if I would ever be able to get all of his cum off of me. After scratching the little screen clean I realized I’d been asleep for two hours! I must’ve been exhausted from all the craziness of awhile ago. I then listened in on Trevor’s conversation for a bit.

“Yeah, we’re only like an hour from you now, dude... Uh-huh...Well, we got sorta sidetracked so we’ve got at least another six or seven hours to go yet...Okay...Wow, really?? A party, eh? Okay...Hmmm...I’m not sure, you know? Tell you what...I’ll ask her what she thinks and I’ll call you back...ok...later man.”

Naturally I was curious about what was up after he hung up, so I asked, “Who was that? Old friend or something?”

Trevor nodded, “Yup, that was a buddy of mine. Scott, a really cool cat I know from school. He lives not too far from where we’ll be at in a couple hours.”

“I see,” I responded, “So what’s this I overheard about a party then?”

“Oh yeah, Scott’s a big partier going wayyyyyyy back. He’s quite the fanatic with planning awesome bashes, gets great DJs and all that. He got a huge settlement somewhow, so he’s freaking loaded and his parties reflect that. I guess there’s one tonight at his house he’s been planning for weeks.”

I was intrigued most definitely. It’d been a few weeks since I’d been to a good house party as most people on campus had apartments and little to no money. Plus I was so not into the whole fraternity party scene anymore after a not-so-good experience I had at one my sophomore year. Completely shit-faced drunk, I’d hooked up with this Greek god of a fraternity brother I knew from one of my classes. 

We fucked like crazy that night, and for some reason he kept wanting to do all these different positions the entire time. Doggy style, me lying face down with him on top, missionary, me on top facing towards him and away, spoon, and others I don’t recall. I figured out his motivation for all the acrobatics the next morning when, as I was leaving, I caught four frat boys watching us fuck on the big screen TV in the front room. He’d taped the whole thing and those assholes were watching it! Needless to say I flipped out, bitched them all out for a good fifteen minutes, confiscated the tape, promptly smashed it on the ground, and stomped out the door. I never went to another frat house again, and never will!

“So what do you say Trevor,” I asked, “Should we go?”

“That’s up to you really. I’m down with going, but I don’t want to mess up your plans for getting home tonight. I mean, if we go, we’d probably have to stay overnight which means putting back our arrival time quite awhile.”

“Duh Trevor, I realize that.” I said laughing, “So let’s go! We’d end up getting home super late anyway at the rate we’re going. I didn’t have anything planned with my family until Sunday as it is. All I gotta do is give them a call and let them know the change in plans.”

“Sweet! This is gonna be great Elise... His parties are always full of beautiful people, at least from my experience. Plus, we can stay at his house, too. I mean, at least 20 people could stay there comfortably it’s so big.”

Wow, I thought, “I’m guessing this house is pretty damn nice, huh?” I asked.

“You have no idea, Elise. He’s got everything there: heated pool and hot tub, big plasma-screen TVs, and he’s even got a huge lounge area with all kinds of pillows and comfy sectionals and shit. It’s seriously off the hook. You’re gonna flip out!”

“Jeeeeze, yeah, that sounds like party we have to check out!” I said excitedly. I began to get super hyped up about what this new plan had to offer as Trevor called Scott with the good news that we’d be attending his party.

After Trevor got off the phone, we discussed our plan for getting there. We were going to drive another hour or so, grab a bite to eat somewhere, and then get ready at Scott’s house when we got there. I was glad I remembered to pack some ‘go-out’ outfits for my stay at home. It’s the worst when you don’t have the right clothes for the right occasion. That’s my philosophy anyway. Trevor seemed even more excited than I was, which made sense. He knew what this guy’s parties were like already. I tried getting more info out of him on Scott and such, but he wanted it all to be a big surprise.

After ten minutes or so of more driving, Trevor asked me to drive until I found a restaurant to eat at in Omaha. Not all that surprisingly, he looked practically wiped out of energy. After all, he’d been doing almost all the driving thus far. Plus, he had been part of all that sexual craziness earlier too! That fountain of cum he’d shot must’ve been the equivalent of two or three orgasms by normal standards. I had another flashback to the woods, watching passionately as his big, fat, angry-looking cock sprayed me with that huge load of cum. 

Fucking God, I thought. That really was one of my hottest experiences yet! With that replaying in my head and as Trevor started a nap, I wondered if I would get a chance to have a repeat performance with him. Maybe there would be a little bit more in store for the two of us later; hopefully something like I’d imagined doing while I was getting myself off in the rest-stop bathroom. Then again, Trevor did mention there were always a ton of beautiful people at Scott’s parties. I resigned myself to the thought that tonight could very well be an interesting night.



Odd Opportunities Ch. 03



Sorry this has taken so long to finish, but real life had to interject the writing process. I want to thank all the fans of the previous chapters for helping me get motivated to write more to the story as well as the editors that helped me make this a good series! Be sure to read the previous chapters of Odd Opportunities before reading this and subsequent chapters. Everything will make much more sense for you. Enjoy and please leave any feedback you might have!

Once we got into Omaha I scoped out a steakhouse right off the interstate, and tried waking Trevor up. He wouldn't budge, even when I whistled loudly. Then I got a wicked idea. I reached over to him, and as sneakily as possible reached inside his sweats to fondle his flaccid cock. I was surprised at how big he was, even in this non_excited state, as it still was longer than my hand clenched around it. Then I shook it around, yelling, "Wakey_wakey! Eggs and bakey!" All the while laughing like crazy.

"Elise!" Trevor shouted, bolting upright in his seat, "You scared the shit outta me! Fuckin' weirdo!"

I pulled my hand out quickly, "What??? You wanted me to wake you up once we got to Omaha, right? Well, we're here chief."

Trevor looked around groggily, "Good deal, because I'm famished."

"How does a steak dinner sound? I found this steakhouse place here and figured it'd do the trick for us." I stated, pointing to the place.

"Sounds good to me!" Trevor replied.

Two sirloin dinners, a couple glasses of wine and a bathroom break later we were back on the road to Scott's house. Trevor was noticeably giddy about this party and the vibe was having an effect on me too! I was so ready to get crazy and do a bit of drinking tonight, to erase some of the stresses of a long school term. 

As we neared the place, I could tell we were in an overtly affluent neighborhood. Basically all the homes over there were huge, fully equipped with nicely groomed front yards and gates at the driveway entrances. I was quite impressed that a twenty_something year_old guy could and would live in such an area. As I was rubbernecking at all the houses we passed, Trevor announced, "Here we are!" and I realized he wasn't joking earlier about this guy's house_it was freaking spectacular!

As we got our things out of the car I instantly got nervous, I'd never been in such a high_class environment before. Especially as Trevor and I both were so not dressed to impress and looked completely travel_weary from such a long trip. Our cross_country hardcore romp didn't help our appearances much either! So with this in mind I wondered if I'd make a good enough impression on what I assumed would be an uppity, pretentious snob_type Scott. However, upon finally meeting Scott at the enormous front door these fears were dispelled.

"Well hey there wayward travelers! I was beginning to get a bit worried you two weren't gonna get here before people started showing up." Scott greeted us charismatically, walking us into the front foyer area.

"Hey dude, we're here now, right? We had to stop and get some grub on our way, it's been a loooong trip." Trevor replied, glancing at me quickly and giving me a sly little wink.

"Scott, this is my old friend from high school, Elise."

"Hiya Scott," I said, shaking his hand, "It's nice to meet you. Let me say thanks right off for inviting us and putting us up for the night. I , well, WE, really appreciate it."

"Oh shoot, don't mention it. Trevor's friends are my friends, and hey, it's gonna be a great party tonight. It'd be a total shame if you guys missed it. I'm glad to have you both here." Scott said. 

"Especially this asshole over here," he directed at Trevor, giving him a brotherly one_armed hug. I could tell they had a great friendship, like they'd been buddies for years.

Scott was definitely not what I had envisioned him to be. First off, he was a gorgeous looking guy. About 6 feet tall, hazel eyes, cleanly buzzed dark hair, with a strong jaw line, and an athletic but not too bulky frame. The more the three of us chatted; I found Scott to be really laid back, down to earth, as well as a charming and gracious host. You could tell all his money hadn't gone to his head whatsoever, which was pretty remarkable to me. Most people I'd met with bottomless bank accounts pissed me off with their buying of friends, and Scott didn't represent that stereotype. As Trevor and he started getting more into catching up, discussing old times and such, I asked about where I could get ready.

"Oh yeah, you two should get cleaned up soon. The DJ is going to be getting set up in a bit actually, and people should be getting here in a couple hours." Scott jumped up energetically, adding, "Me and Trev here can catch up later _ we got the whole night! Now, let me give you the grand tour."

Scott took us through both levels of the two story house, acting as though it wasn't a big deal. To me, it was, mostly because everything was amazing_looking. Every room had it's own decoration theme, nice furniture, cool pieces of art and such, but all designed from a more modern approach. I was very much impressed, as most guys in their early twenties I knew were still decorating their places with movie and swimsuit model posters and second_hand furniture. This guy had some serious class.

Trevor was dead_on about how cool the ‘lounge room' was too, it was this huge open area with plush sectional couches all around the outside of the room. In the middle were big bean_bag sized pillows and such. At both ends of the room were huge plasma screen TVs_it totally looked like something out of MTV's cribs, a big slumber_party home theater area.  From this room, there was a row of glass doors leading to the backyard patio area which looked out over the heated pool and hot tub area. It was simply incredible, and definitely was a place where awesome parties could be had _ it was no wonder why Scott had so many!

After the tour, Scott showed us to our rooms where we would be sleeping for the night. I noticed thankfully that Scott didn't assume that Trevor and I would be sharing a room together. I interpreted that to mean Trevor had been discreet about our interstate exhibition and subsequent rest stop tit_fuck session, which really impressed me. I hoped that Trevor wouldn't go off and share everything with Scott or anybody else for that matter. I've learned from my own and close girlfriends' experiences that it's best to keep things like what happened between him and I just that way _ between him and I. But then again, if I hadn't shared what I did with that guy I met at the Rotation Station, nothing would've happened between Trevor and I. I guess I just didn't want someone I just met knowing me on the basis of one spontaneous and crazy afternoon of sexual behavior.

After calling my parents and filling them in on the slight change in plans, I got all my stuff unpacked for the night and found that the bedroom I was in had its own bathroom as well. Again, I was completely impressed with this guy's place as I'd never seen anything so nicely laid out. I took a nice long shower in the huge shower stall, making sure I scrubbed myself well. I felt sort of gross yet, from the trip itself but mostly from the simple fact that I'd only been able to do some minor clean up of all that cum that had splattered all over me. I had another series of flashbacks to what happened earlier, but behaved myself this time around. I thought, ‘I'll just use that sexual energy to hype myself up for tonight!' Plus, I had to haul ass in getting ready if I wanted to look hot for this party, especially since people were going to be showing up soon!

After I got all dried off, I set out a bunch of potential outfits for the night. I wanted to make a nice impression on this crowd of ‘beautiful people', but didn't want to come off looking completely trashy either. I was so glad that I over packed for my trip home because I had a lot of options for what to wear. After some mixing and matching of different things I had brought, I finally decided on what I was going to wear: an off_the_shoulder fluffy black peasant shirt that showed off my flat tummy and slightly arched lower back, and a sort of short denim skirt with a really cute ringed belt. For underwear I had too many choices. I've always been a big underwear freak, I just can never have enough. 

I decided to dress a little sexy, opting to wear a pair of black lacy boy_cut panties. I seriously love how they frame my ass, with a bit of cheek showing underneath the higher cut of the fabric. I then picked out a matching black lacy sort_of push_up bra. Not that a girl like me needs much help accentuating her boobs as they're big enough to get attention on their own accord, but that particular bra really puts ‘em on display. I guess I just wanted to make myself feel like I could be one of the ‘beautiful people' too.

After getting everything on, I checked myself out in the full length mirror. I looked fucking smokin', in my own opinion, and I hoped everybody else would think the same. As I was getting my hair mussed up in its pseudo_punky fashion, Trevor knocked at the door and let himself in.

"Hey, are you almost ready yet? The DJ's here warming up and a few people are here...God damn Elise! You look fantastic!" he exclaimed, looking me up and down appreciatively. I was flattered, but laughingly shot back, "Well thank ya soldier, but I KNOW I look good already!" 

Trevor laughed too, "And she's modest to boot!" But then added, "So I guess we should get downstairs soon, there's more cars pulling up."

I finished my hair and makeup as he watched. As far as makeup's concerned, I always like to wear just a little, never a lot. I dig a more naturally subtle look. Once I gave myself one final once_over with Trevor's approval, we headed downstairs to join the party. As we walked down the staircase and heard the down_tempo techno music from the DJ, my nervousness and excitement level started going way up. I was primed and ready to have a great time drinking, dancing, and hopefully meeting some cool new people!


Trevor fetched us both a beer as Scott found us by the keg area. He was looking very hot, even just wearing a basic plaid button_down shirt and what could've been tailored cargo pants. Trevor and he looked almost like twins actually as they both were dressed kind of similar. But that wasn't a bad thing at all as they both looked like a couple of potential male Abercrombie and Fitch models. Scott was representing the preppy cleaner_cut type of style and Trevor was working the more laid_back, sort of rugged surfer_look. They both were truly fine_looking guys in their own ways.

"Well you two cleaned up nicely," Scott complimented, "But no offense Trevor, you shy in comparison to this girl, wow! You really look hot Elise, kudos." He eyed me appreciatively, mostly my tits.

I smiled, slightly blushing, "Thanks, I tried you know. You're not looking too shabby yourself!"

"Thank you ma'lady," he said with a little mock bow. Then he said, "well...you two mingle and I'll try to introduce you to the people I know when I can. There'll be a lot of people I don't know this time, probably. Things can get pretty crazy here though, Trevor can tell you if he hasn't already!"

Trevor piped up, "Nothin' she can't handle, trust me! She's a conditioned party girl. Shit, Scott, you know I'm down with what goes on here. We'll be fine, you go play charismatic host there, guy. Me and you will get a chance to talk, unless you're too busy running a train on some high_school chick."

Scott playfully slapped Trevor on the shoulder, both of them laughing, "Shut up you punk! Okay, I gotta check on things, help yourselves to anything you want and I'll seeya around."

With that, Scott started chatting with people as they came in. It was only 10 pm, and there were already maybe 25 people there. Neither of us were warmed up enough to just jump into conversations with complete strangers yet, so Trevor and I went to check out the DJ area first. With beers in hand, we checked out the setup: a few large tables arranged in a ‘U'_formation to look like a booth, with dual turntables, mixers, crates of vinyl records and CDs set all about. There were four huge speakers up against the walls on either side and lights set up above on a rack system looking thing. 

Scott had cleared out a big room adjunct to the sectional_and_pillow_lounge room for people to get their groove on in. All in all, it was quite the setup, especially just for a house party. I mean every house party I'd ever been to consisted of groups of people holding their beer cup in one hand with a cigarette in the other, all of them having brainless conversations like how such_and_such puked the night before. The ‘DJ' was basically a few top 40 CDs on rotation in a crappy stereo, and then maybe a few people would be dancing. Those parties usually were nothing special, let me tell you. 

This was a different story altogether though! After awhile of just listening to the DJ and downing a couple cups of beer with Trevor, I got the urge to get out and dance and mingle. By that time there were at least 50_60 people there, a good third of them were on the dance floor area bumping and grinding. Trevor wasn't up for dancing really, but he came out there with me for a bit like a good sport. After a few techno mixes by the DJ, we'd collected a few people to our little spot on the floor. Instead of having just Trevor with me, I ended up with a guy behind me, another guy to my right, and a couple girls between Trevor and the ‘from behind' guy on my left. 

We all were having a blast out there, doing goofy dance moves but at times doing some seriously sexy grinding and such with one another. Once in awhile somebody would bring me a new beer to sip on. I met quite a few people, their names and stories pretty much flying by me due to the loud music and the chaos of the dance area.

As it goes on any dance floor in a club or a big_ass party like this, the faces and vibes changed constantly the longer I was out there. Trevor had been right, there WAS a lot of beautiful people at this party_girls and guys alike. Everybody was dressed to impress and looked to be a higher_class, tres_cool, clubbing_every_weekend kind of group. But after a bunch more songs, I noticed that Trevor wasn't around anymore. I didn't worry much as hey, I was having a ton of fun out there dancing, getting hit on by lots of incredibly hot guys, and achieving a healthy buzz. I figured, ‘He's a big boy now, he can handle himself,' and continued doing what I was doing_dancing my ass off and getting tore up! 

At that point I was getting thoroughly molested by a guy behind me whose face I couldn't see. But his hands were groping my stomach and undersides of my tits, his hips grinding hard and non_rythymically into my backside. I was doing my best to not get knocked over by this over zealous dance partner, who had begun to get noticeably hard against me with his awkward humping. Dancing with him went from fun to funny to downright annoying within a few minutes. It began to get even more annoying having to stop this guy from sneaking a hand under my shirt to get at my tits, then having to redirect his hands from creeping up my skirt.

Being a girl used to this sort of thing happening at clubs, I played along for a few moments but all of a sudden started to feel really claustrophobic. I politely excused my self from wild humping guy, much to his disappointment, and went to get some fresh air. I thought too that I'd try figuring out where Trevor had run off to or maybe find Scott and chat for awhile. I probably needed a break anyway, as I'd been out dancing for a good hour or so at least.

I wandered around the party for a bit and couldn't believe how many people were actually there. Everywhere I looked there were people: drinking, talking, dancing, with the occasional couple paired off and getting intimate away from the big crowds. I couldn't see Trevor or Scott anywhere or any of the people I'd met while dancing either, so I decided to see if they were maybe out back in the pool and hot tub area. There were so many people to wade through to get back to the patio that I quickly gave up to go upstairs and use the balcony to spot Trevor and/or Scott from out there. 

I made my way through the upstairs hallway, passing by a few doors on either side of me without notice. However, as I passed one of the bedrooms on my right, I heard some noises. Loud fucking noises, distinct male grunts and female moans with the unmistakable sounds of skin slapping together thrown in the mix. Obviously I was listening in on a couple having a really good time. I went to the door and listened for a second, being the curiously ‘dirty_girl' I can sometimes be. I heard a guy's voice saying, "Yeah! Take that cock girl, ungh... ungh!" I could barely hear her all of a sudden, as though her moans were somewhat muffled_I figured from a pillow or something like that. 

I was corrected when I heard another guy's voice say, "God man, she's deepthroating me! Keep fuckin her hard like that! Dude, this is somethin' else!! Ohhh yeah..." I was automatically getting really turned on, knowing there was a three way happening right inside the door! ‘That trampy little bitch,' I thought to myself, ‘she's no doubt getting royally worked over in there!' I wanted to stay and listen until they had their finale, but heard someone coming up the stairs and hightailed it to the balcony doors further down the long hallway.

When I got out on to the extremely spacious balcony, I couldn't help but see if it led past the bedroom from where I heard the threesome having some fun. I thought to myself, ‘Trevor can wait, dammit. I have to see what these three are up to!' and went closer to investigate further. As luck would have it, I was right; the balcony bent around to the side of the house and had patio_style doors leading to the room. Better yet was the fact the doors had only partial blinds and was somewhat concealed on that side by a row of trees. ‘Nice,' I thought, ‘Nobody'll see me from the pool or hot tub either!' So I crept up to the window_doors and peeked in, being careful to keep myself hidden as much as possible. 

As I got nearer, I could still hear them going at it and I started getting my all_too_familiar achy feeling in my nipples again. I looked in, barely being able to see a petite blond girl with tattoos on her shoulder blades and lower back getting literally pounded from behind by some faceless guy. There was a moderately attractive strawberry blond guy I recognized from the party downstairs kneeling in front of her. I had to strain to see his cock because the girl was doing an excellent job of keeping almost all of it in her mouth, even while the guy behind her was fucking away. Her entire body was shaking from all the activity, the flesh of her ass reverberating with each full penetration. I thought to myself, ‘God, I wish that could be happening to me! That looks sooooo fucking good. She's definitely done this before!' 

I had just gotten comfortable at my voyeuristic perch at the window and was contemplating teasing my nipples a little when I heard something behind me. I bolted upright, spinning around quickly to see what it was. I was even more shocked to see it was Scott!

"Hey," he whispered, "Elise? What are you peeking in there for?" he asked with an all_knowing grin on his face.

I knew he knew but was slightly embarrassed anyway, "Don't play dumb like that Scott," I said in a hushed tone, "I heard them fucking and just wanted to see what was going on for myself I guess. Is that what brought you out here?"

Scott hesitated but answered, "Uhhh, yeah, I heard them in the hallway when I was doing a bedroom check. Plus I'd wondered where you ran off to."





Odd Opportunities Ch. 03



I smiled, adding in a whisper, "Well ya found me. Those guys are really putting it to that girl, but she seems to be digging it. Just look at them."

Scott peered over my shoulder from behind me, just as they decided to switch positions. The guy who had been fucking her doggy_style's cock came into view. It looked to be about seven inches by my best guess but very, very thick. 

In my turned_on, mostly_drunk haze I inadvertently blurted out, "Oh my God, that's a nice fucking cock!"

Scott squeezed in behind me tighter to peek in closer, so as to judge for himself, and said, "What? That? That's nuthin', girl."

I giggled, "Yeah, yeah... Uh_huh... Whatever, that's what every guy says."

I kept watching as Petite Girl got on Mr. Strawberry Blond's average_looking cock in a reverse cow_girl fashion. She whined a high_pitched, "Unnngggg… yeah!" and started to bounce up and down on it in really hard, short strokes. Mr. Thick stood up in front of her trying to aim his cock into her open mouth for her to suck on, but wasn't getting anything but a flicking tongue from her. He just resigned himself to jerking off and rubbing that thick mushroom_like head on her tongue, lips, and face. It all looked fucking phenomenal, quite honestly.

Scott's body heat was radiating against my shoulders, back, and ass as we both watched what was for all intensive purposes, a live porno. He was breathing hard, as I must've been, my nipples felt maddeningly itchy now. My pussy was urging to be attended to also, but I ignored these feelings and instead tried concentrating fully on watching. I wondered how turned on Scott was getting by witnessing all this, if it was somehow better with me standing there watching these three people fuck without saying ‘Ewwww, gross!' and the like. It definitely added something for me, the fact that we were watching this together after only having just met, and also as this guy was gorgeous and sexy as hell. 

Given that I didn't want us to get caught peeping, I kept my mouth shut and didn't ask him to elaborate on his offhand comment. We stayed completely transfixed there, watching this girl cum over and over, loudly, neither of us saying a single word. After a minute or two I had to slightly change my sort of hunched down standing position as my left leg was falling asleep.

When I did this, Scott's hands went out to steady me, coming to rest outside of my shirt, yet under my tits. Then he started kissing my neck lightly, which always drives me crazy, both of us still watching the three college_age kids having it out. He slowly kissed up my neck to my right ear, pausing to softly nibble on my earlobe and sucking a bit of it into his mouth.

I moaned softly at this, but didn't want anything to happen, not there anyway. Plus I had the added complexity of his and Trevor's relationship to consider. So I softly denied him with what I said next, "Scott, c'mon, let's just watch them, ok?" He eased off as I requested, but stayed tightly pressed up against me. I felt somewhat relieved at this but things suddenly got far more interesting on the bed we were watching.

The girl whispered something to them that I couldn't make out, then suddenly pulled off Mr. Strawberry Blond. She flipped over, motioning Mr. Thick to lay down. He quickly did as he was told, which was excruciatingly hot to see, as this little chick had these guys following her every demand. She promptly scrambled on top of him, easing her pussy down over his extremely hard, angry_looking, thick_as_hell cock. 

Once she buried him inside her, she looked over her shoulder at the other guy and said something I'll never ever forget, "Come on, put that thing in my ass, you fucker!" 

He paused a second with this shocked and disoriented look, then asked, "Are you sure?" 

She responded angrily, "Yes Goddammit! Now do it quick before I change my mind. I've always wanted to try this. But take it easy though, ok? Go slow."

Mr. Strawberry Blond got into position somewhat reluctantly until his buddy said, "Come on dude, do what she wants!" 

His urging convinced him, because he squared his cock up behind her and eased forward slowly. Her face went from a slight shocked expression to one of being washed over by an intense feeling of pure sexual energy.

"UNNGH! FUCK YEAH!" she yelled out once they were both buried inside her, pausing briefly to get used to the two cocks that were now most likely stretching her beyond any way she'd ever experienced before.

Scott's reaction was the same as mine, complete, utter shock and disbelief. I looked at him briefly and shook my head, noticing his jaw was dropped about five inches. He moved forward and kissed me right then, deeply and with the just right amount of tongue. I completely melted, my knees feeling spontaneously weak so that I had to brace myself up against the door frame. We kept kissing like that, the intensity of it increasing by the moment until the trio inside started getting noisy once again. I peeled my face away from Scott's to see the two guys pummeling the living devil out of the little blond chick. The skin slapping sounds were loud again now, as were their vocalizations. All three of them squelched out various things, ‘Fuck!' ‘Oh Shit!' ‘Jesus Christ!' and about a hundred ‘Yeah!'s all to express their obviously first ever double penetration.

I was so fucking worked up at this point I could barely stand it, and then I felt it: Scott's hard_as_a_rock dick riding right up the crack of my ass up to the small of my back. He hadn't been kidding earlier about Mr. Thick's cock not being anything he was intimidated by. With this realization just setting into my over stimulated brain, I immediately felt his hand come around my front and sneak under my skirt. His dexterous fingers slowly rubbed up my inner thighs and started making me feel very good quite instantly.

"You're so wet Elise, oh my God," he whispered in my ear, licking my neck a bit afterwards. 

Two of his fingers had pushed aside my panties a bit, enough so that he could definitely tell exactly how wet I really was.

I tried keeping my eyes open to watch one of the most amazing things I'd ever laid my eyes upon, but Scott managed to slip a good portion of his middle finger inside me. My automatic physical instinct was to inhale sharply and spread my legs a bit wider inadvertently making things more accessible for him. I was then, in Scott's mind I think, rewarded with more finger action, which was getting me on the road to a potential cum. 

"Ohhhh God, Scott," I whispered as best I could, adding, "What are you doing?" 

He used his other finger to apply pressure to my clit, responding with, "Shhhhh... Don't say anything."

My brain was flooded with extremely hot waves of pleasurable sensation purging directly from my pussy, almost causing me to cry out_which wouldn't have mattered really. Petite Girl was going crazy with her boy_toys, shoving herself back and forth at their thrusting hips as fast as possible given her trapped positioning between their bodies. I was able to keep my eyes open to watch them as my clit got a little break from Scott.

But then, he pulled my hips back, physically urging me to back up and bend over more deeply. I glanced back at him for a second, completely puzzled and disoriented caused by the sudden stopping of his finger action on my pussy. He knelt down behind me, pushed my skirt up over my ass and softly began kissing my pussy through the panties I had on.

"Fuuuuuck..." I muttered under my breath, as I felt his tongue through my panties, "God Scott. You gotta stop this.They're gonna see u_uhhh..." 

My sentence was cut short by the very familiar feeling of a cock_head rubbing at my ass. It all registered far too quickly as I realized why I was feeling it__he'd taken out his cock and was going to try fucking me!

At that same moment, Mr. Strawberry Blond was shooting his load all over Petite Girl's back and ass, groaning excessively loud with each shot. I'm not sure exactly why I reacted this way, but I froze. Everything I had been physically feeling shut off completely as I suddenly decided that I was betraying my better judgment. I just couldn't do this right there, right then, especially with Scott! Confused and bewildered, I just stood up quickly, pulling away from Scott in a panic__ feeling too overwhelmed by it all. Especially when I caught a glimpse of his hard cock sprouted out of his pants–it was freaking huge! But I couldn't stay, I was just too freaked out. All I could sputter in my haste to get out of there was, "I'm_I'm really sorry Scott… but... I_I can't. I gotta go. I'm sorry!" 

With that, I sped away off that balcony as fast as my shaky, rubbery legs would carry me, my head reeling with about a million thoughts at once. I kept replaying what had happened in my brain while simultaneously asking and telling myself, ‘What the fuck was he thinking? What the fuck was I thinking? Why didn't I just go for it? God I wanted to get fucked by him! What was my freaking problem? Jesus his cock felt good! My god he was big, too! I shouldn't have even let him touch me in the first place! He's gotta be so confused! What am I gonna say to him now?' and a ton of other similar stuff. I practically ran down the stairs, almost knocking down a couple of girls coming up. I still didn't know what I was running for or from or why for that matter! Yet I just felt like I had to hide, or something.

As I got near the kitchen, wading through groups of drunken party_goers, I saw a few people doling out shots. I convinced myself that that was exactly what I needed _ a good stiff shot or two to calm my nerves down a little. So, grabbing two shots of Jaegermeister from the guy playing bartender, I put ‘em down one after the other. This got some astounded looks from these guys, who'd probably never seen a little chick like me handle shots like that. 

Normally, I wouldn't have been able to drink so aggressively but as I was in a sexually overloaded and psychologically nerve wracked state, it was absolutely no problem. Although it was fun, and the guys seemed to be getting interested in engaging in getting to know me, I knew I needed to find a place to think. So after receiving some applause for my drinking ability, I got a cup of beer and set out to find a spot for myself to cogitate. I figured I could then maybe spot Trevor and avoid running into Scott for awhile.

The party had thinned out a bit it seemed as there weren't the huge crowds around like they had been when I was out dancing. The DJ had slowed things down a bit, playing some deep bass_heavy reggae and dance_hall mixes. You could tell that a lot of people were well on their way to being at that fairly drunk, hook up stage because everybody dancing out there was doing some serious grinding. I sat down with my drink to watch the dance action out there, still on the lookout for Trevor.

Now that I felt relatively calmed down and pretty drunk, all the events I'd been part of the past day started coming back to me. It all seemed so surreal, the fact that I'd been part of all these sexually charged things all in one twenty_four_hour period. The flashbacks started rolling in, making me fucking horny as all hell all over again. I knew I wanted to get my frustrations out very soon, and decided to head to the comfy_looking lounge area to think over the Scott debacle in a more subdued environment.

I noticed right away that the lounge area was completely dimmer than everywhere else in the house. It was fairly impossible to see all the way across the room, partially because the room was so freaking big but definitely also because of the lack of light. The only real source of light was coming from a movie playing on the two huge plasma_screen TVs at either end of the room. 

I plopped down on the closest sectional with my beer and started watching the movie as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. Within a couple of minutes it became apparent that this movie was quite obviously a 1970's foreign_made erotic film, something they would show on Cinemax at about 1 a.m. on a Saturday. I laughed to myself at the odd_looking actors and actresses in it and at the ridiculous dubbed in dialogue, but quickly lost interest and went back to evaluating my crazy day and evening.

I closed my eyes to begin replaying all the captured images from what had transpired on the interstate with Trevor: seeing his fat hard cock the first time, looking at it from underneath my shirt as he fucked between my tits, feeling again all that God damn cum on me. Then I couldn't help but think about Petite Chick upstairs and how she took on those two guys in so many different ways, directing them instead of vice versa. I wondered if they were still fucking her right this second, maybe switched around so that Mr. Thick was now pounding her ass from behind while Mr. Strawberry Blond was skewering her from the bottom. 

And then there was Scott. I began to wish that I'd at least stuck around long enough so that I could've seen the monster-feeling dick he was attempting to fuck me with. I started exploring in my thoughts what it would've been like had I actually just gone along with what he wanted; all while watching those three do their best to fuck themselves silly. ‘My God, why did I pass up such an awesome opportunity to do something like that!? Fucking God, what was my deal? I really acted weird up there, why?' I asked myself over and over again, all the while dreaming up what he would've felt like stretching my pussy, his balls slapping up against my upturned ass.

Continued in Chapter 4 



Odd Opportunities Ch. 04



I laid there, semi-stretched out on the increasingly comfortable couch for what felt like an hour, playing and replaying what might have happened with Scott up on the balcony. My mind was racing through the possible feelings I could have and perhaps should have experienced.

"Elise? Hey...are you passed out or what girl? Hey!" Trevor broke me out of my little fantasy world while lightly shaking me back into reality.

I opened my eyes to see that he was also plenty drunk, "Oh hey Trevor_baby," I said with slightly slurred speech, "Where the hell have you been? I've been looking all over for you for awhile now."

He smirked a big shit_eating grin, "Well, I got in the hot tub for awhile with these girls, and well, things got interesting, I'll just say that."

I laughed, immediately envying the fact that he may have gotten off with these girls he was talking about. "You dog! So what happened then Trevor, hmmm? Did they get to see that huge cock of yours or what?" I surprised myself with that question, just with how forward I was being. 

Automatically I blamed my drunkenness and everything I had been envisioning while I laid there on this couch.

He just laughed softly, "One girl did, the others had left by then though. She was giving me a handjob for a minute but ended up getting sick and throwing up outside the hot tub."

"Awwwwww, poor boy," I mocked. I looked him over quickly, almost seeing double but was able to surmise his state of dress, "So that's the reason you're wearing a towel." 

"Yeah, I just now rushed in here with her. I laid her down over there so she could start sleeping it off. That's when I saw you over here chilling out."

"Yup, I'm definitely chilling out right now. I'm pretty fuckin drunk too! I did a couple shots a little bit ago," I slurred.

Trevor snuggled in next to me on the sectional, putting his arm around me, "Well you still look hot as hell girl, seriously. Your boobs look even bigger tonight, if I may say so."

I laughed, looking down into my deep cleavage along with him, "Thanks to a push_up bra they do look a bit bigger, don't they? Not that they need it really." I added with a giggle.

Trevor moved his left hand that was on my shoulder down to my left breast, squeezing it through my shirt and bra, "Uh_huh, it does do the trick. My God I love your tits Elise, I haven't been able to get the hot tit_fuck you gave me at the rest stop out of my head."

"Me neither...me neither..." I said, as I looked up at him.

We kissed then, and it was only two seconds later that we were making out like crazy. Our hands were going everywhere, our mouths sucking at one another's lips and tongue. As Trevor pulled my shirt down over my tits to get a clean angle of attack on them, I looked around the room. I still could only barely make out a few other people on the vast amount of sectional couches because of the darkness, figuring they were either passed out or busy doing what Trevor and I now were. 

I was so fucking hot for him at this moment I didn't really care who was around. All the sexual buildup of the day pushed me over the edge of worrying about modesty. We continued making out, Trevor sucking and nibbling on my nipples, caressing them roughly with his hands as he did. I shoved my left hand under his towel to find that his beautifully huge cock was ready for me, threatening to rip out of his swim trunks. I just squeezed it firmly, stroking it the best I could through the wet fabric which acted as a lube around it.

"Fuuuuuuuck, Take it out Elise." Trevor pleaded softly, "Please? I gotta feel your hand against it."

"Hmmm, yeah?" I gasped out, then teasingly asked, "Against what Trevor? Huh?"

He took my cue to talk dirty about what he wanted, "Against my big, thick cock."

I frantically did my best to fish out that fat, beautifully long hard_on he had out of his damp swimming trunks. After a short struggle, there it appeared: throbbing like crazy, stiffer now than I'd remembered. I couldn't help but just admire it in my hand for a moment, my left fist barely covering a third of its length. I could feel the strong resiliency of its skin, making my mouth water, longing to feel it filling my mouth again. When I squeezed his cock, a small glistening bead of pre_cum welled up atop the now wide_open slit at the head. Seeing it caused all my inhibitions to fly away, people or no people around, I was going to suck Trevor off. Right there, right then.

Trevor took a deep breath as I did this, "Ohmigod! Yesssss Elise! Please, please suck it for me," he quietly pleaded.

I didn't need any invitation. Within two seconds of Trevor's words, I had successfully lodged the entire head of his hard penis in my mouth. I swirled my tongue briskly around it as best I could given it nearly filled all the space I had in there. His precum tasted sweet again, and I sucked hard on his flesh so as to get more to taste. It worked, because as I started stroking and squeezing the huge pulsing shaft in my hand, he leaked so much I had to swallow.

"Mmmm!" I moaned my approval for Trevor's sweetness. I then added with my mouth almost completely full, "Gawd fwyou tafste sfwo gwoodf! Mmmmphff!" 

I then went for the gusto, bobbing my head around on the huge fleshy staff of Trevor's eight and a half inch cock. With each downward thrust of my head, I tried taking a bit more of it into my mouth and throat. More than a few times I got a little carried away, gagging softly when the head passed back and forth over the gag reflex area in the back of my throat. All this did was make sucking him deeply more of a challenge, one I was bound and determined to overcome. 

I kept up my jerking and squeezing motion with my left hand as I sucked the top half of his cock to keep him fully stimulated. This was obviously appreciated as Trevor started to hold my head softly with his left hand, not pushing or guiding me at all, just caressing my scalp. I moaned my muffled approval, mouth filled past maximum capacity. I wondered then what I must have looked like with his huge dick in my small mouth, trying to cram it in only somewhat successfully. I imagined seeing a picture of myself just like I was, and it made me feel fucking hotter than ever, if that was even possible in my current state.

"Omigod... unghh.. Yeahhh Elise," Trevor encouraged as quietly as possible, "Get up here a bit so I can play with your tits while you do this."

I quickly did so, basically getting up on all fours on the sectional next to him. I was amazed at the fact that I was able to reposition myself quite easily without the head of Trevor's cock leaving my lips. Once I was settled, we went back to basically fucking my face at a quick, yet steady pace. I found that I now could take more of him easily this way, doing so no_handed.

"Yes, much, much better," Trevor said as he pushed down my peasant shirt again and popped my tits out of my push_up bra. His hand automatically palmed one, finding my nipple and squeezed it between his fingers.

The contact sent a charge directly from my nipple down my front to my clit, and caused me to "Hmmmpf!" around him.

I sped up my hard sucking action of his cock, eventually using my left hand to cradle and gently squeeze his balls. The fact he was shaved down there made doing that so much more pleasurable, nothing getting in the way. They felt so soft in my hand, a stark contrast to the portion of him I had between my lips. I tried craning my neck so as to keep up what I was doing and yet make eye contact with him, seeking a sign of approval.

His approval came in the form of a lubricated_feeling finger probing around under my panties from behind. ‘Oh God, finally!' my mind screamed when I realized what he was trying to do. As he worked his finger past my labia slowly, I drank in the sensation with my eyes closed. It felt incredibly intense to at last have some part of him inside me. He swirled it around my vaginal walls, feeling how wet I was and making me even wetter. 

"Mmmm, your pussy is so fucking nice Elise. Goddamn," he whispered. "You're really tight inside."

All I could do was start rocking back and forth between his finger working into my pussy and his steel_like cock in my mouth. I didn't want to answer as this feeling of being penetrated in two ways was something I wanted to savor at that very moment. And that I did, all while trying to be discreet as possible while in a huge darkened room with potential lookers_on. ‘God we were crazy for trying this!' I thought.

But we were both too worked up in getting each other off to care about much else, and Trevor's next comment only added to that notion, "Elise... I, I gotta fuck you. Right now! I can't take this anymore," he gasped.

I pulled off of the good six inches of him I had been sucking on and breathlessly asked, "Yeah?" My alcohol_and_sexually_clouded brain spun at his proposition, and all I could think about was how much I'd wanted to. About how much I wanted to get fucked, especially by Trevor, and here was the opportunity. Without analyzing the situation, I decided to just go with what my body was telling me to do.

"Oh God, Trevor, I want that so bad. I'm so fucking wet for you right now," I blurted out, not even thinking.

Trevor glanced around, as did I, looking to see if anyone was nearby. Even if there had been anyone close to us, we most likely wouldn't have been able to see them because of the extreme darkness of the room. Most everyone was still out in the other areas of the house, dancing to the DJ who was still mixing or just plain partying it seemed. After surveying our surroundings, Trevor and I locked eyes for a moment, almost as if we were daring the other to make the first move. 

I was flabbergasted that it was Trevor who broke the stare_down and hurriedly crawled past me. Not knowing what he was up to at first I asked, "Where are you going?"

He quickly responded, "I'm gonna fuck you from behind, Elise. Got any objections to that?"

Hearing these words made me involuntarily moan my approval, "Mmmmm, Oh God Trevor, yeah! I wanna get you as far inside me as possible, right fucking now!" I couldn't believe I was actually going to finally have sex with him!

Looking back at him from over my shoulder, I accentuated my point by arching my back, poising my ass as far up as possible. He pushed my skirt up to almost around my waist, then began caressing my backside with his hands softly. I kept watching him as he did this, rubbing and squeezing my flesh. After a few splendid moments of this, he pulled the crotch of my panties aside and began fingering my extremely wet pussy again. There on my hands and knees, I had hot butterflies in my stomach, my nipples and vagina burning up, and I started to break out in a sweat. At this point, I couldn't take it any longer, I had to feel what that fantastic_looking cock of his felt like inside!

"C'mon Trevor," I quietly pleaded over my shoulder while working my ass back and forth to meet his fingers, "Fuck me already, please? I have to feel you. Please!"

It took a whole two seconds after saying this before I felt his giant cockhead brush up against my slit. I drew in a quick, sharp breath at the contact, anxiously anticipating what it would feel like to have that monster inside me. I steadied myself as Trevor started collecting the excreted wetness from my pussy with the tip of his cock, swiping it up and down slowly. 

I reached back between my legs and began to rub my clit a little with my right hand, then used it to spread my lips open for him. He took my nonverbal cue and began sliding his cock into me slowly, causing me to inadvertently gasp out loud. I couldn't believe how fucking big he felt! Even though I was completely sopping wet, I was feeling a stretch in my pussy that I definitely hadn't experienced before!

"Oh fuck Trevor!" I gently pleaded, "Go slow, ok? You're so thick. So fucking thick. God!"

He backed out of my pussy a few inches slowly, and then proceeded to sink into me deliciously. This time, there was nothing but a slow, steady push as he moved this beautifully thick and long cock sensuously into my pussy in small increments. As I felt him sink just past the edge of his cockhead, I gasped again as I felt myself stretch even more around him. 

"Oh God! Trev! Wait! Please!" I gasped. Just having this much of him inside was a feeling like none other I'd ever felt, simultaneously exciting and frightening me.

As I tried to regain my composure, I felt his pulsing cock tremble and I knew he was straining against me as to try pushing it in all at once. But based on my reaction to this penetration I think Trevor understood that I wanted to savor this and slowed down. Trevor's fingers brushed up against mine as we together spread my lips further apart so he could slide his burgeoning shaft in the rest of the way. 

"I can't hold off on you too much longer, Elise. God! You feel so fucking wet! You feel so tight it's incredible! Jesusssssssss…" 

I shifted my hips back against Trevor's invading cock, which he took as yet another non_verbal sign to continue sliding into my wet pussy. Grabbing my hips firmly, he pushed another two inches into my wetness, backed out a few centimeters and halted for the count of three, then pushed in about two inches more. Although I realized I'd taken only about four inches of his beautiful eight and a half inside me, I still wanted to take all of it! I knew, just from the building sounds of my wetness, the feel of his firm hardness, and his expertly dexterous strokes that this was going to be one delicious fuck. A fuck I intended to fully enjoy, even in a room where we could be potentially heard or seen.

Trevor's cock felt so fucking good working inside me, even though it was working into me relatively slight movements. I almost couldn't wait for him to get him fully buried in my pussy, to experience the stretching friction I knew I'd feel once we started to really fuck. I rotated my hips again around him, my mouth slack, eyes heavy_lidded as I tried to further accommodate his intrusion. I turned my head over my left shoulder to see his expression and saw that he was fully focused on the point of contact where his cock and my pussy met, his teeth gritted. Just then I felt Trevor's hands on my hips squeeze tighter and he suddenly pulled me against him, quickly sinking the last four inches all at once.

The sudden deep thrust of his cock caused me to expel all the air in my lungs with an "Ooooooph," as my brain and body tried to fully process being completely filled with it. It was simply a split_second sensory overload, a combination of a slightly painful stretching and intense pleasure. 

"Oh Fuck! Elise… damn! You are so fucking wet and tight. Jesus!" Trevor's voice was a breath of hot air against my ear as he bent low over my back and started to move in and out of me. I couldn't believe he was fucking me doggy_style and I was taking all of his eight_plus inches, feeling his balls slapping against me on each stroke. 

I couldn't believe that we were finally fucking, as if it were something we should've done years ago. Had I known that it could've been such an intense and extremely hot experience before this, I would've done anything in my power to have him do to me what he was at that moment–fucking me deeper and harder than I ever had before. In this position he was able to completely bury himself fully within my pussy, the thick stalk of his cock rubbing deliciously against my clit. I realized after a few dozen strokes that I was going to have a extremely hard task of keeping quiet if he kept this up.

"Unnng.... God damn, Trevor! Yessss... This feels so fucking good!" I managed to huff out to express what I was feeling, my voice shaking with each collision of his hips and my upturned ass.

This exultation of passion only served to encourage Trevor to start enthusiastically pounding into me. I literally saw stars in my alcohol-clouded brain, gritting my teeth at the somewhat painful but so overwhelming change in the speed of our fuck. I tried to look down between my wildly swinging tits to get a glimpse of where his cock entered me, only to be disappointed that I could barely see due to the extremely dim lighting provided only by the TV across the room. Needing to appease the deep-seeded desire to feel where we were joined, I reached down between my legs to touch the underside of his burgeoning cock as it slid in and out. It was incredible to feel the power emanating from his fat cock and the now sopping wet lips of my vagina, and I took the opportunity to start rubbing my clit with my fingertips.

As I felt my orgasm beginning to slowly built at the pit of my stomach, I picked up the pillow in front of my face and bit down on it. Uncontrollably, I heard myself producing nonsensical moans of, "mmmph! Mmm... mmm.. mmm!.," all in time to his jack hammer pounding. I was barely aware of how loud the distinct slapping of our skin was as I did my best to push myself back to meet his every thrust into me.

Somehow Trevor was staying relatively quiet during this athletic fuck, as though he was pouring all of his concentration into banging me into the cushions of the couch we were on. That's exactly what was happening, as my face kept getting pushed further and further into the pillow I now had shoved into my mouth. At this point, though, I was fully focused on reaching what very well could have bee the most overwhelming orgasm I had ever experienced to date.

Just then Trevor panted in my ear, "Fuck yes, Elise... I'm fucking you, girl... It's my cock that's buried in that wet pussy of yours!" To further accentuate his point, he slowed his strokes while he said this, penetrating me deeper each time than he had since we started this hard core fuck.

The combination of my rapidly rubbing fingers on my clit, Trevor's dirty talk, and the long slow passes of his huge cock in my gripping pussy was moving me closer and closer to getting off.

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly only to see colors flashing inside my head, all being set off by the banging Trevor was delivering. Each thrust felt better than the last, making my goosebump-covered body tingle intensely. I then became aware of how fucking good the contact between my exposed sweaty tits and the now-warmed leather of the couch felt, my nipples rubbing into what felt like another person's skin. I couldn't help but imagine it was another person, and this feeling was the straw that broke the camel's back–I was going to cum, and hard!

"Ohmigod Trevor! I'm gonna... I'm co...!" I couldn't even finish my sentence as my body literally froze in a wave of pure electricity.

"Fuck yeah Elise! Cum on my dick! Do it!" Trevor half-whispered, half-growled right in my ear as he continued to pound into me.

I couldn't even draw in a breath to respond. I threw my head back, arching my back simultaneously as I was completely washed over with a huge crash of my orgasm. I suddenly had tunnel vision, staring into space at nothing in particular. My body was completely short-circuiting, convulsing uncontrollably while my brain tried to comprehend exactly what was happening. His continued ramming into my squeezing pussy as I came kept the powerful waves hitting me to stay equally intense, instead decreasing each time like I'd usually experienced.

"Unnnnnngg... God damn! Yes!" I managed to huff out once my lungs started working again, while still coming all over that swollen cock of his.

Trevor finally slowed his strokes into me down to a gentle swirling motion, stirring the copious amounts of my cum around inside me, "Oh yeah Elise, you look so good cumming on my cock, babe."

I tried to say something, anything, but couldn't as I was still experiencing the diminishing minor after-shocks of my mind-expanding orgasm. My heartbeat was pounding so loud I could barely hear him and I could feel my leg muscles twitching slightly. It was all I could do but just get my breathing regulated from an animal like panting back to normal.




Odd Opportunities Ch. 04



Once my eyes began to focus again, I turned my head back over my shoulder to look at Trevor's face. He met me halfway with a deeply passionate kiss, his hand pressing my face into his as we did our best to devour one another's tongue. The kiss was long and complemented the warm afterglow I was still experiencing with his still-burgeoning cock buried inside of me. It was an amazing feeling having a part of Trevor inside of me at both ends, both hungrily working me up for more.

As we broke our kiss and Trevor began to extremely slowly fuck me again in my propped up doggy-style position, I suddenly had a reality check.

"God Trevor, that was simply fucking amazing; but I can't believe we did this right here!" I tried to half-whisper, as though it would somehow retroactively subdue all the noise we'd been creating as we fucked.

Trevor laughed in a quiet fashion, adding, "I know! We totally had to do this though, Elise. But I don't really think anybody can see us, plus I'm pretty sure everybody is passed out in here."

With his dick still working in and out of me slightly, we both peered into the very dark abyss of the lounge area, scanning for any sign that we were being watched by the scattered party-goers we knew or there. It was hard to tell, but a couple of silhouettes directly across from us appeared to be very close together and seemed to be looking in our direction. There were four other people further back in the room but for all I could make out, they seemed to probably be asleep.

"It looks like we might have had a small audience Elise," Trevor muttered heavily, adding "But shit, I don't care. If anything I'm wanting to put on a show if they're going to watch!"

My mind was swirling again with the idea coupled with the fact that Trevor was still iron-hard inside of me. I had the glib thought that there wouldn't have been a better sex partner to be with in order to do what was essentially a live porno show for these strangers, even if they might not be able to see anything at all. Again, I pictured what Trevor and I looked like together to someone else, fucking unabashedly for anybody to witness as if we knew we were hot to watch in action. It was an enormous turn on yet was an incredibly empowering thought, that not only could somebody be turned on by me or Trevor, but that the two of us together could make for an hypnotic erotic spectacle. The familiar excitement I'd experienced sucking Trevor's cock for the carload of girls on the interstate shot from my nipples, around my ribcage, straight down my spine to my pussy.

Trevor gasped, "Yeah, you must like that idea–I can feel your muscles gripping my cock again. Jesus! It's like you've got tiny little fingers in there, all squeezing on me! It's freaking amazing!"

I peered back at him with a smile, "It's that obvious, huh?" and clenched my pussy around him a few times just for effect.

"Oh God, girl!" Trevor muttered through clenched teeth as he started to pump into me a bit, as to challenge my flexing.

Although I have always loved the feeling of getting it from behind, I wanted to run the show from here on out. Trevor had already pummeled me into a submissive bowl of jelly and I became determined to give him the same treatment. I was definitely ready for a change in pace, and quickly pulled off my peasant shirt as I was now very sweaty. As I tossed my shirt aside to look down at Trevor, I got an evil idea and opted to leave my bra on for the support they were going to need for what I had in mind.

I turned my body as much as possible without disengaging his cock from my pussy to tell him my wishes. "Wait Trevor, sit back for a minute. I wanna ride that for a little while," I announced sweetly, knowing that he'd be game for practically any position I could conceive. 

Somewhat reluctantly, Trevor complied with my suggestion and disengaged his cock from me. It made an audibly wet sound as Trevor did this, adding, "Mmmmm, yeah. That sounds perfect." 

I couldn't believe how astoundingly resilient Trevor was sexually, as I saw that he was still extremely hard while turning around to face him. Even in the dim lighting of the room, I could see the glistening wetness of our combined fluids on his cock, bouncing in time to his rapid heartbeat. After our rabbit-style fuck I would've figured he was ready for a bit of a cool off session, but it was obvious he was still raring to go.

"I can't believe how hard you still are Trevor!" I said as I reached down to squeeze that massive staff in my small hand, feeling how sticky it was to my skin. I couldn't help but start stroking him then, all while practically examining his cock.

"Shit, what do you expect? Although you almost brought me off right there when you came, I didn't want to let go just yet. I still got to cum, babe," Trevor responded while looking down at me handling him.

"Well why don't I just take care of that problem then, eh?" I asked as I stood up, raised my skirt up over my hips and began to turn away from him.Trevor just smiled at me as he leaned back in his sitting position on the couch, watching me take control of what would come next.

Like I said, I really love getting fucked from behind when I'm feeling a bit subservient. But I wanted to make Trevor take what I had to dish out in return for all he'd done to me since this whole crazy turn of sexual events with him had began. So I decided to ride him in my second favorite position, what the porno-lovers call ‘reverse cowgirl'. I just completely love this position because I can take total control of how much or how little of a guy's dick goes into me. Better yet, I can really work the guy at a variety of angles and hit any little spot that feels good at the time. Plus I think guys love watching my ass bounce around from their vantage point, at least that's what I've been told.

With these very same thoughts running through my mind, I quickly got myself completely turned around, grasped Trevor's still very hard shaft in my hand and began to lower myself onto it. I could barely see it with the combined darkness and the shadow my leaned-over body but I managed to center that huge mushroom-like head to the entrance of my pussy all by feel alone. As I prepared to lower myself onto it, I just knew that this position was going to put on an even better show for whomever could see. This thought alone increased my level of arousal ten fold.

"You ready?" I asked Trevor from over my shoulder, seeing that I needed absolutely no answer as it was written all over his face that he was very anxious to fuck me some more.

I sank down slowly onto him, yet again feeling that incredible combination of stretching and pleasure with every single millimeter of cock I took inside me. I closed my eyes and drank these intense sensations in dreamily as I moved my ass down and around. With my knees together between his spread wide legs, I was able to brace myself completely with my hands on my knees and of course on that monster I was working into my pussy. It all felt so good, even better then it had just a few moments before.

"Fuck Elise, this looks so good," Trevor muttered softly, adding, "Now quit teasing me and let's fuck already!"

"Shhh, I'll decide when we... ohhhh God... Fuuuuck yeahhhh," I couldn't finish my sentence as I had finally gotten him fully inside me at that exact same moment.

With that, I started to slide up and down on his fat cock in a slow but steady fashion. Every other down stroke got easier to take as I was rapidly lubricating the both of us, but didn't completely take away that delicious friction only a big dick like Trevor's can provide. I kept up this pace for a few minutes until I knew that neither Trevor or I could prolong the inevitable hard fuck we both wanted.

Trevor started fucking up into me once I started quickening my bouncing on top of him, causing our skin to start slapping softly together as our flesh met. He added to the depth of penetration by pushing down on my ass right along with my movements. Within seconds I had popped my tits out of my black bra again so that I could squeeze them with my left hand while steadying myself with my right. I could barely keep ahold of them after a couple of minutes as we both started doing our best to drive his cock completely through my body in my semi-bent-over position.

"Oh Jesus Elise! Fuck yeah! Bounce on my fucking cock!" Trevor exclaimed, not really caring about being quiet anymore.

He wasn't alone on that. I basically was moaning like I had nothing to hide by this point. When I heard Trevor's dirty talk I just automatically responded, "Unngh! Yesssss...shit!" Which was followed by a string of, "Oh my God's" and practically anything else dirty that popped into my brain.

I straightened up quickly to really start pounding my ass into Trevor's cock, spurred on by the abandonment of any inhibition I had left. I just didn't care anymore. I put both hands on his legs and rammed my body up and down as fast as I possibly could, my tits swinging around freely from underneath my bra. I just clenched my teeth and eyes shut as tight as possible as our bodies collectively absorbed massive repeated contact. I could sense that we both were going to cum again very soon.

That's when I felt a presence in front of me. Not from across the room like I had before, instead I felt like someone was standing practically three or four feet away. I hesitated to open my eyes, partially because of the intense fucking Trevor and I were engaged in, but because I was scared. Scared to find out somebody was actually watching us, and not from a safe distance. But nevertheless, I had to find out and I had to warn Trevor.

"Trevor!" Was all I managed to get out before he started raising his hips even higher up to fuck me harder, even though I had basically stopped moving to figure out who was standing there watching us. He totally mistook my efforts to stop or at least slow him down as encouragement for him to completely take over! He obviously had no intention of stopping this new pace of speed-fucking I'd inadvertently spurred him on to.

When my brain recovered enough for rational thought and my eyes came into focus, I was bouncing so much I could barely make anything out. All I could see was a dark figure looming there, which was definitely male. It wasn't until the TV illuminated brightly for a few seconds that I saw that whoever it was had their cock out and was working on it feverishly while watching me getting my brains fucked out.

I totally panicked for a split second, until it hit me: I recognized that cock! It was Scott's! Scott was standing there unabashedly jerking off in front of me, the long shaft pointed directly at my chest. I couldn't do anything but just stare at it and him all while trying to do my best to not get bucked off of Trevor's wild pummelling beneath me.

Once I found my breath, I asked, "What the fuck are you doing?" I was obviously addressing Scott of course, but once again I got the wrong response from Trevor.

Trevor, none the wiser, responded, "I'm fucking you Elise! Oh yeah... I'm so fucking you hard! Unngh! Yeah!" Getting even more into his pounding of my pussy, he added a healthy slap on my bouncing ass and continued his rapid thrusts.

Meanwhile, Scott was moving closer towards me, recognizing instantly the opportunity that he had with Trevor not knowing of his presence. I put out my hands in protest to Scott's forward motion, to stop him and then stop Trevor. However, with my predicament of being tossed around like I was by Trevor, my hands ended up being planted on his pelvis. Even worse, they pressed up on either side of Scott's very big, very throbbing hard cock.

Scott calmly placed his index finger to his lips in a ‘shhhh' gesture, which I could make out now that he was close enough to me. With that, he grasped my right hand and placed it right on the base of his dick, filling my palm completely. I tried moving my hands away from him, but kept getting pushed forward from the continued pounding I was receiving from Trevor. It was basically making me jerk Scott off to the same rhythm Trevor and I were in. I was stuck there and Scott knew it. I was overwhelmed with about fifteen different emotions at once, angry at Scott for doing this, frustrated with Trevor for not stopping and taking notice, nervous about what would happen next, yet completely turned on more than I had been that entire evening. I had to do something here, but what?

I quickly looked back over my shoulder at Trevor, only to see his eyes completely shut, teeth gritted, muscles straining, and with his hands in a death grip on my ass. When I turned back around to face Scott, I had every intention of saying something like, ‘Step back!' or ‘Watch or just leave!' but was too stunned by what he was starting to do. Scott simply had moved up close enough to start slapping my already jiggling tits with that incredibly fat cock, jerking it all the while. I could feel his pre-cum working into my skin, some of it flying up and hitting me on my lower lip. I instinctively swabbed my tongue over it, tasting a small dollop of overtly sweet sticky liquid.

"Oh my God!" I muttered, thinking to myself, "What the fuck am I doing! I am just letting him do this and I just tasted his cum!" My mind was completely reeling, and Trevor's relentless fucking wasn't helping at all. I decided right then and there to get Trevor's attention all so all this madness could be straightened out.

I didn't get a chance to. As I opened my mouth to say something to Trevor, Scott grabbed two handfuls of my short hair and did his best to lodge at least three inches of his rock-hard, practically eight inch dick into my mouth. I struggled to get away, doing my best to dig my nails into his legs to stop him, but his strong hands just held me there. Scott just peered down at me with a mixture of lust and pure smugness on his face, noticeably loving the fact that I was completely powerless to him and to an unknowing Trevor.

I was overtaken, all at once, with an overwhelming sense of anger and I just took it out on Scott. I grabbed his cock with my right hand and squeezed it as hard as I possibly could, then started sucking the living hell out of it. Well, as best I could anyway as Scott's girth was even more sizable then Trevor's, my lips and jaw were very much stretched in order to do much of anything. With Trevor not slowing down his pace whatsoever, all my moans were completely drowned out by our skin slapping and the fact that Scott was trying his best to get me to deep throat him. My extreme anger and feelings of powerlessness spawned by Scott were quickly fading as I had entered into a new realm: getting fucked like crazy while sucking cock.

After two minutes of this, Trevor suddenly exclaimed, "I'm gonna cum Elise! I want to shoot it all over those perfect... WHAT THE FUCK!? SCOTT?!"

Continued in Chapter 4...



Odd Opportunities Ch. 05



Everything stopped. I was completely frozen there, with Trevor lodged deeply inside my pussy and with Scott firmly trapped in my mouth. Trevor didn't let go of my hips and Scott showed no sign of ever letting go of my head either. It seemed like twenty minutes passed before any of us moved, and I wanted to do something in order to squash the extreme amount of tension brewing there between the three of us. I didn't know if Trevor would be upset at me for letting Scott enter the picture or if he'd kick Scott's ass for shoving his cock in my mouth, or completely freak out on the both of us! Either way, the suspense of not knowing was beginning to make me scared at what might happen next.

Trevor sat bolt upright behind me from his previously reclined position with a quick motion. "Just what the hell is going on!!? When did you get here, Scott?!" Trevor half-shouted. I could sense in his voice that he wasn't so much angry as much as he was completely shocked that all of a sudden Scott had appeared without him knowing. I'm sure it didn't help matters any that I was sucking his cock at the time either!

Scott calmly replied, "Relax, Trevor. I was watching you guys over here for awhile. Actually, I didn't even know it was you two until I snuck up to investigate. I guess I just got carried away with the moment or something." I could tell Scott finally was letting the reality of how fucked up his actions had been sink into his overly drunk mind.

Trevor was still really confused and a bit put off, "So what the fuck?! You just walked up and Elise started sucking you off or what? This is kinda fucked up, Scott. Seriously."

My turn to explain had finally come as I jerked my face off of Scott's still semi-hard cock and turned to Trevor, "God Trevor, he just walked up and had his dick out while you were fucking me. I really tried to stop you... and... and... he just shoved it in my face! Neither of you would stop! I'm really sorry Trevor." Although I could tell Trevor was sort of pissed to find me sucking off Scott, he never moved to pull me off his cock which was still firmly implanted entirely inside me.

Scott jumped in, "Dude, it was all me, I should be the one apologizing here. I pretty much just made her do it. I'll totally leave if you guys want me to, I mean, I'm just totally fucked up right now!"

I was completely surprised when Trevor started laughing, "Shit yeah you are, you stupid ass!" Then said to me sweetly while lightly rubbing my back, "Are you ok though Elise?"

I could barely respond with the combination of this incredibly weird situation, the hard core fucking and sucking buzz I was on. The fact that I was probably just as drunk as the two of them didn't help either. I managed a weak response, "Well, I guess I am now if you're not pissed off, Trevor. Although you really fucking should've at least asked if I'd suck you off Scott!" I flashed him my best half-evil, half-funny look.

"I'm seriously sorry, you just looked so fucking hot bouncing around on my buddy there!" Scott replied quickly, then added, "And after what happened upstairs earlier, I just couldn't help myself!"

Trevor quickly piped up again with a very surprised tone, "What do you mean ‘after what happened upstairs earlier'?"

I opened my mouth to explain, but Scott beat me to it. He told Trevor everything, how he'd found me watching some party guests fucking from the balcony and how he'd watched with me. Scott even told him how I'd run off once he started fooling around with me. He didn't even flinch in his explanation, I guess there's some merit to the saying that you speak the truth when you're drunk!

Still on top of Trevor's cock, I noticed him getting harder inside of me after he'd deflated a bit from the shock of Scott's involvement. He asked me straightforwardly after a brief pause, "Well Elise, do you wanna keep going? I mean, it's really up to you."

Needless to say, I was completely stunned at the question. Even through my alcohol-induced state of mind, it hit me. They've had to have done this before! I stammered, "I... I... guess if you're cool with it I can be too. I'm game." I couldn't believe this was happening, yet at the same time I knew deep down that this wasn't one of those opportunities I could just give up on. I had two completely hot guys with equally nice cocks all hard and ready for me, right then and there. Trevor's increased movements of his hips against my ass with that beautiful dick buried in me definitely helped sway my decision as well.

"Wait though," I said before getting back into Trevor's fucking, wondering about the whole situation, "Did you two plan this earlier?"

I looked up at Scott, who was again stroking his cock back to life and smiled a shit-eating grin, "Um, no comment?"

Trevor laughed, "It really wasn't a ‘plan' so to speak, Elise. Although the idea did come up in conversation."

I couldn't help but laugh right along with him, "You assholes! Well fine then..."

Scott took my cue and started brushing the head of his cock against my tits again, and Trevor started in on working his in and out of me. The decision had obviously been made between the three of us to just go with the flow, and so it went.

Within no time flat, I was again bouncing all over Trevor's cock almost as if nothing had ever stopped us. Scott began squeezing my tits around his cock, taking advantage of my up and down movements to fully fuck them easily. It felt so fucking nutty to have both of them grunting and grinding in and on my body, the stimulation combined making me want to cum again. I was entirely becoming a human fuck doll for these guys, and it was the hottest feeling ever.

"Scott, let me suck that fat cock of yours again!" I managed to pant out, really wanting to taste some more of his sweet pre-cum I'd gotten a taste of earlier.

He quickly obliged me by aiming himself to my open mouth and outstretched tongue, again stretching my lips to full capacity. This time I was going to do the work, sucking as much of him as I possibly could without gagging, my hand a blur as I stroked his immense length as quickly as I could manage. Scott's cock was big enough for me to put both hands on while still sucking on a good portion of it. My two handed stroking technique along with the extreme suction of my mouth really got a reaction out of Scott.

"Fuckin God Trevor! She is awesome!" Scott announced while looking down at me doing my best to swallow as much as I could of him despite the rapid banging Trevor was delivering beneath me. I was having to swallow every few seconds because of the vast amount of saliva my sucking was creating, plus Scott was leaking pre-cum like crazy.Trevor had no response, he just simply groaned loudly and really went at trying to fuck me as fast as he could.

I was completely and totally stuffed with cock, my moans and squeals muffled by Scott's huge shaft. He was now basically face-fucking me in my half bent over position, my hands grabbing his muscular ass for balance. I couldn't help but wonder what we all three looked like, unabashedly going at it like animals right there on the couch. I knew that if nobody had noticed Trevor and I fucking earlier, there was absolutely no denying that the people in that room knew full well what was going on now. The thought drove me to a new level of excitement, if that were at all possible!

"Oh shit! This is so fucking good!" Trevor exclaimed behind me, "I'm seriously going to have to cum soon Elise! God you got me so fuckin hot!"

Those words alone were enough to set off a huge orgasm inside my brain, at that point.  The hot-white lights that were already slowly flashing behind my closed eyelids started flashing faster and brighter. I pulled Scott's cock out of my mouth as this intense feeling hit, "Ohhh myyyyy God! Yes! Ummmph, fuck me! I'm cumming!"

Trevor responded by slowing his strokes as I came, grinding into me extremely deep while Scott kept rubbing his wet cock all over my face. As I started to come down from my spasmodic-inducing orgasm, I took Scott's cock right back into my mouth and started sucking it slowly. It was like I needed to nurse on it for some sort of calming effect. The problem really was that it only spurred me on to get right back into the action all three of us had created.

"Jesus, Elise! You came so hard! Wow!" Trevor half-shouted, obviously amazed at my reaction to getting fucked at both ends simultaneously. Then he added, "But God, I have to cum now, like right now!"

Trevor scurried out from underneath me as fast as possible, grasping his very engorged cock in a tight fist. He stood up next to me on my left, pushing me to a sitting position on the couch in an almost desperate fashion. I stared at his cock as he furiously began stroking it a few inches from my neck, knowing that very soon he was going to unload a huge amount of cum all over me.

Scott moved over to my right slightly, and with a handful of my sweaty right tit, began doing the same exact thing as Trevor. I leaned back slightly on my hands, arching my back a little so that my tits jutted out from underneath my bra. It wasn't until then that I even realized that it was still on, and at this point it was pretty much too late to worry about it getting unloaded on. I just waited for them to finish, the growing anticipation of how their combined orgasms were going to look like. I had a flash back to Trevor shooting his huge load of cum all over me at the rest stop, visualizing what twice as much would look like raining down on my tits. The imagery just drove me to rub my pussy with my right hand while I pinched my left nipple with the other.

Both Scott and Trevor's breathing started getting uneven, as their moans of impending orgasm got more frequent and insistent. As I looked back and forth at their sizable cocks getting thicker and fuller, I couldn't help but first lick the head of Trevor's and then did the same to Scott's. The squishy-wet, sloppy sounding noises from their jerking off were all I could hear after a few seconds. I could tell that they were really close to blowing their respective loads as first Trevor, then Scott's legs started getting wobbly and they both moved even closer to my chest.

"Oh yeah guys, I wanna see you shoot all over me!" I said softly to them both, trying to get them to cum and cum big time. "Don't you want to splatter my big slutty tits with your cum? Huh? You better get my face I so I can taste some too," I stuck out my tongue and waved it at the both of them to accentuate my point.

Trevor was the first to react, "Yeah Elise! Here it comessss... oh fuck! Yeah!"

As I looked from Trevor's face to his cock, I saw a flash of white streak across both my tits, almost hitting Scott. I immediately felt the huge first rope of cum cling to my skin, barely running anywhere as it was so thick. Then came the second and third shots, almost as big as his first but still crisscrossing across my tits, which I couldn't help but peek down upon. That's when Trevor decided to start aiming for my face for the remainder of his orgasm, as I was struck right on the nose with a big fat wad which quickly drooled into my open mouth. As I closed my mouth to swallow what had accumulated there, I felt another two smaller shots hit my forehead and my left cheek.

"Oh God Elise! Take my fuckin cum! Yeahhhh...!" Trevor trailed off while still jerking away at his cock, continuing to pepper me with little dribbles of cum leaking from the head. I licked my lips and looked up at his passion riddled face which was now surveying the huge amount of hot cum he'd unleashed on my face and tits.

"Oh my God Trevor! I can't believe you had that left in you after earlier today!" I joined his gaze down to my messy chest and now zebra-striped bra.

"Me neither Elise, but Jesus Christ!" Trevor responded, still wetly stroking himself and smiling sweetly down at me as if to congratulate me on a job well done. It was him who deserved the congratulations even though as he didn't seem to have shot as much as he did when we were at the rest stop, it still was a hell of a load! 

Then I remembered Scott, who was making his presence known by furiously stroking himself while looking at my cum-covered form beneath him. Teasing him, I asked, "You got some more for me Scott? I want you to squirt me just like he did... C'mon Scott, I want to see it all over me!"

Then Scott completely surprised me by dropping down to his knees between my legs and forcefully pushing me back against the cushions of the couch. "Oh my God! What are you do...... ingggg!?" I barely had time to react as Scott lined that extremely thick cock of his at the entrance of my pussy. He parted my labia quickly with the head, and slid at least half of its length straight inside me.

"Ooooommph! Holy fuckin hell!" I expelled in one giant exhalation of breath as Scott completely knocked the breath out of me with a deeply penetrating, sudden thrust of his hips.

Scott immediately started fucking me fast and hard, pulling my legs apart slightly with my knees locked over his elbows.  My mouth was open wide in shock and in an subconsciously animal reaction to being ravaged so suddenly and completely. When I recovered enough to look up at his face, his eyes were boring holes straight into mine as he fucked me like he was possessed by some sort of evil demon. The all familiar smacking sound of my upturned ass's skin against his banging pelvis began right away. Scott wasn't messing around and I was loving it!

"Yeah! Yeah! You look so Goddamned good on the end of my cock, cum sticking to your face and tits! Take this cock!" Scott yelled as he continued the lighting-speed assault on my open pussy.

There was no choice in the matter, I was going to take every single inch of him inside me whether I wanted it or not! I felt spread as far as possible with every pounding stroke he made, which was slightly painful but felt incredible all at the same time. Trevor just looked on, sitting on the arm of the couch wide-eyed and slack jawed as he watched my cum-decorated body shake to every fucking move his friend Scott made. My gaze went back and forth between Trevor and Scott's faces, knowing that they finally were getting what they had ‘discussed' earlier on that night, as well as what Scott attempted up on the balcony.

"Ung! Ung! Ungggg... God!" I kept saying over and over with each spearing Scott's cock made so deep into me. Even though Trevor had thoroughly fucked me, Scott's super thick shaft made for a very tight fit.

Scott pumped into me hard twice in a row, filling me with his entire cock inside me each time for a couple of seconds. He then yanked the entire dripping length of him out and started jerking it slowly and evenly. Just when I began to wonder what he was doing, like perhaps taking a break to cool off, he let out a deafening "Hmmmph!" What followed was a single shot of cum that streaked the entire length of my body, the end of which hit me directly on the roof of my still wide-open mouth.  It caught me ill-prepared and I almost choked on what ricocheted into my throat as I swallowed quickly, tasting again how very sweet his juice was. It was amazing the distance his cum traveled, as another two watery-looking shots extended from my skirt bunched up around my waist all the way up between my tits. 

"Oh yeah Scott! Wow! Cum all over me! Yes!" I cheered him on as he continued to stroke through the rest of his diminishing orgasm, sprinkling more watery semen all over my tummy and navel piercing. Not only was the super-charged distance of his cum-shots remarkable, but there also was that he was relatively quiet as he came, in stark contrast to how Trevor was when he reached his peak.

Scott sat back on his haunches, his once-massive erection beginning to falter, just staring at me. I was panting for breath just like he was, completely having to recover from one of the hottest two-minute-quickie-fucks I'd ever had.  After a few moments of silence to catch my breath, I took the opportunity to sit up a bit and look down at myself. The combination of Trevor's thick, ropy cum and Scott's less concentrated, watery cum was mixing on practically every exposed inch of flesh on my torso. The once super-hot fluid was now cooling rapidly on my skin, and I just knew I was a total cummy mess.

I decided to vocalize my observation, "Jesus Christ, you guys," I said looking down at their handiwork, "I've never ever seen anything like that! Not even in porno movies! I'm freaking covered in your cum."

Scott and Trevor both cracked up simultaneously, "You have NO idea Elise! My God, you're like swimming in it." Trevor added in between laughs.

Scott chimed in with his own comment, "Yeah, no fucking kidding there Trev! I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life, for real!" Then quickly followed up with, "You were really something Elise, I mean, I couldn't help but just fuck you right after I saw you take all that cum from Trevor here."

I simply smiled and responded with, "Well even with running the risk of stepping on anybody's toes here, I'd have to say that I'm glad you did." I was completely drained but yet felt fully sexually satisfied as I said this, enjoying an extremely warm afterglow–even with all of that drying cum caking to my face, tits, and stomach.

It was so surreal after we finished our impromptu three way fuck fest. All three of us were just sitting there having the usual post-sex chitchat in the wings of a still active party. Trevor was completely naked, Scott partially clothed with his pants and underwear down around his ankles, and then of course there was me–cum-covered bra and skirt all in disarray. Although I knew there were still people in that room, the darkness allowed for some feeling of anonymity and privacy. That was, until I heard someone off in the room start clapping softly!

I quickly pulled my now-striped black bra down over my cummy tits and pulled my skirt back down over my thighs. The guys followed suit, with Trevor scurrying to find his swimming trunks and Scott yanking up his pants in one swift motion. As we all tried to get ourselves somewhat presentable, despite the obvious, the person clapping started coming closer to our area.

"Like you guys should be worried about your modesty after a full on fuck show that you just put on! Trust me, I think the very few people who aren't passed out in here won't care one bit if you're clothed or not at this point." A female voice half-giggled, "Besides, it's not like I'm in any position to judge you freaks!"

That voice sounded somewhat familiar as I peered into the dimly lit room in her direction. When she came into view, I quickly figured out who it was–it was Petite Girl I'd watched taking on the two guys upstairs with Scott! I couldn't believe it was actually her, and from the expression on Scott's face, neither could he!

She sat right down next to me on the couch, like we were best friends or something, which I automatically thought as weird. I guess in a way we had something in common, on this given night anyway. She just looked me up and down, shaking her head in disbelief the entire time. I was pretty much frozen there, unsure of what to say to her as I was extremely embarrassed to be caught looking like this by a relative stranger AGAIN in one day. This time it was different, I didn't sense any sort of anger towards her as she basically was just curious to see the aftermath of what she'd witnessed from across the room, but now up close.

"Good fucking lord, girl! These guys completely coated you!" She was just as amazed as I had been, almost more so by the look on her face. "You guys must have been saving up or something by the looks of it! But jeeeze, can't you guys be nice and at least offer the girl a towel or something? I mean, that would be the least you could do after she basically fucked you both outta your minds." This girl definitely broke up any potential awkwardness that could have existed given the situation.




Odd Opportunities Ch. 05



I agreed, "Yeah, no shit! Trevor, throw me that towel you had, dammit." Trevor quickly complied laughing to himself, finding the towel in question and tossing it to me and my newfound kindred spirit.

Petite Girl and I started wiping up my face first with the towel, "Shit girl, you really are a mess. Look at all this!" She held up the towel to show me what we had cleaned off thus far, adding, "Oh no, you got a ton in your hair sweetie. Man, I really hate that! It's such a bitch to get out, even in the shower. Well, I guess you shouldn't care too much, unless you're planning on rejoining the party?" 

With that question we both cracked up in hysterical laughter, "Oh hell no! Although I am going to have to walk through that crowd of people to get upstairs..." That very thought made my heart sink a bit, secretly hoping this clean up job she and I were doing would be sufficient for me to not be too noticeably cum-splattered. I definitely didn't need some drunk asshole giving me shit and getting teased by even more drunk assholes!

"What the hell, here I am cleaning up cum off a girl whose name I don't even know! How impolite of me!" She added with a laugh, then Petite Girl formally introduced herself by extending a hand to me to shake, "My name's Samantha."

I laughed and shook her hand, "I'm Elise. And this is Trevor and Scott."

She waved hello to Trevor who was practically passing out to my right on the couch, to which he weakly waved back. "I already know Scott," she added with an evilish giggle, "Very well I might add!" 

Scott automatically blushed as he knew he was busted, "Yeah, you could say we know each other fairly well."

Samantha snapped back with, "Oh, and knowing me ‘fairly well' includes, for example, me sucking you off in the bathroom a couple weeks ago?!"

"Hey! That was all you, Samantha! Plus I thought we weren't going to ever mention that? Freaking blabbermouth, can't keep a secret worth a shit!" Scott chuckled reluctantly. I couldn't help but laugh at their little exchange, and I also felt a bit tempted to disclose the fact that Scott and I had watched her fuck those two guys from the balcony. But I decided that there was enough dirty laundry getting aired out at the moment, plus Scott's reaction wasn't entirely comfortable, so I just kept my mouth shut.

Samantha let that comment go and just watched me continue to wipe up the still somewhat gooey cum off my tits and stomach with the towel Trevor provided for me. It was a good thing that the towel was pretty big, because it was becoming tough to find clean portions of it to clean myself with. I sped up my cleaning efforts as my alcohol buzz was wearing off and I just wanted to get cleaned up as soon as possible. With everything that had happened so far, which alone was at least enough of a roller-coaster ride of experiences for a year or two, I was pretty much ready to call it a night.

Scott slowly stood up in the break in conversation, putting on his shirt, "Well I better get back to the party. Sounds like things are starting to die down a bit out there, and I'm sure people are wondering where the fuck I ran off to!" He laughed, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna say a word about what happened here, okay Elise? Okay Trevor? And Samantha, keep your mouth shut about this one too!"

Samantha and I laughed together as I nodded in acknowledgment. I didn't hear anything from Trevor, and noticed he was totally crashed out on the couch, lightly snoring.

Scott laughed, "Looks like you fucked him out Elise! Awww, isn't that just precious?" He winked at Samantha and I, then looked at his watch, "Shit! It's 3 in the morning! Ok, I really need to go and do party patrol. Nobody better have broken anything or I'm gonna snap!"

I teased him as he turned to leave, giggling out, "Oh, I see. Just gonna fuck and run off on me, huh?" I stuck my tongue out at him in my best brat-fashion, just to get a guilt trip going..

It worked, as Scott quickly stammered in a very genuine way, "No, no, no! You know it's not like that at all, you dork! But seriously Elise, thank you. That was awesome, and I'm soooooo glad you and Trev decided to come over on your way through." Then he added, "Plus I'll definitely see ya tomorrow before you guys get back on the road! I'll even make us all breakfast in the morning, sound good to you?"

I smiled widely and nodded my approval, "You better, mister. Now get your ass back to the party!" With that, Scott grinned and walked out of the lounge area with a bit of a spring in his step. I thought maybe I had something to do with that, or at least hoped so!  I was pretty sure that I'd blown at least part of Scott's mind, and that this party would stand out from hundreds of parties he'd thrown in his memory for quite awhile.

Continued in Chapter 6...



Odd Opportunities Ch. 06



After Scott left the room, there was a few moments of shared silence between Samantha and I. It wasn't an uncomfortable type, but a sort of silence that occurs when two people are reflecting on recent elements of their conversation. Or the kind of silence that will present itself between two people who had been drunk and had begun to sober up. Meanwhile I was looking about the room, peering into the dark recesses of the room not really finding any signs of life. Even though the music from the other room was still going, it didn't seem as loud as before. I began to wonder if the party was dying out and that perhaps the fun for everybody was over for the night.

As the silence between Samantha and I went on for a few more seconds, she spoke up, "Well shit, I'm ready to sleep. I think I had wayyyy too much fun tonight–I'm preaching to the choir saying that to you I suppose! Am I wrong?"

I yawned and stretched my exhausted body for a second, then laughingly replied, "Oh yeah, I think I feel ya on all of that. I think Trevor would agree too if he wasn't passed out over here." We both looked over at Trevor, who had fallen completely asleep and was all stretched out on the huge pillows strewn across the big couch. He was out cold by the looks of him.

"Awww, just look at him, all fucked-out!" Samantha joked as we both gazed upon his spread out body, his swimming trunks only partially pulled all the way up, the top of his trimmed pubic patch poking out. She then started peppering me with questions, "How do you know Trevor anyway, Elise? By how Scott was talking, you guys are traveling together or something? Are you two dating or a serious couple or what's the deal?"

I drew in a deep breath, "Well, it's a very, very long story, but basically we're just friends from high school that just got 'reacquainted' over the past couple days." I couldn't help but stifle a laugh as I used the word 'reacquainted', as it obviously was an extreme understatement. "We're not 'together' I guess if that makes any sense. We're just friends with benefits at this point, which is entirely cool with me. Then again, who knows? Maybe we'll be something more in the future, but I'm not too worried about it."

Samantha laughed at my creative use of wording in my explanation, "Yeah, I think I follow you. He's kind of a hot guy now that I can see him, before I could barely make out what you two were up to. You definitely lucked out with landing a guy who looks like that, girl!"

I couldn't help but nod in agreement with what Samantha was saying, Trevor was definitely hot, without a doubt. But for some reason I had to gush over him even further by blurting out, "Plus he's got, like, the most beautiful-looking cock I've ever come across!" Maybe I just wanted to brag, make Samantha jealous, or simply to be devious, but I still confessed this to her–my newly found confidante.

Samantha's face brightened up, "Oh really? Hmmm... Like how do you mean? Are you saying he's pretty big?"

"Oh yeah, he's big all right. But it's not just that, it's got a nice visually aesthetic quality to it that is tough to explain. Does that make any sense to you?" I asked her quizzically, not sure if I had expressed myself well enough.

Samantha nodded, "Yeah, I think I know what you mean." Then she paused, looked past me at Trevor and then back at me again. Her face had gone from looking innocently curious to utterly devilish, I could practically see the dirty-mind wheels spinning in her head, "Well... why don't you just show me?" She wrinkled her nose after saying this, sort of unsure of what my reaction would be I assumed.

My mouth dropped at this suggestion, and then I just laughed softly while considering it, "Shit, he is pretty much out of commission. He probably wouldn't even wake up by the looks of him!" My excitement level that had dwindled from the ultimate sexual high from fucking and sucking both Trevor and Scott began to flare up again. I felt like I was on some sort of rollercoaster ride of sexual energy, where I'd gone from zero to ninety-five back to zero and then right back up again. Although I was completely wore out physically and mentally, this new situation which had presented itself set me off once more.

Samantha looked as though she was feeling the same exact way I was, "I just want to see it, not that I don't believe you or anything... just really curious!" I couldn't help but sympathize with her as we seemed to share that same 'I wonder what it's like' habit of curiosity.

"Alright, but we're going to have to be super careful about this," I responded, "We should try to see it without waking him up, you know what I'm saying? Kind of like a little challenge in a way." This was quickly turning into a silly game that two like-minded, over-active imagination-having, dirty girls were planning off-the-cuff.

Samantha flashed a million dollar smile, "This is going to be entertaining to say the least!"

She made the first move towards our prone, soundly sleeping victim by slowly standing up and moving past me on the couch. "C'mon Elise, I'm dying to check this thing out," she whispered.

I had to giggle as I crept right along with her over to Trevor. His legs were spread slightly, with one foot on the floor and the other stretched out along the length of the couch. Luckily those baggy swimming trunks he'd hurriedly pulled up on himself weren't up that far on his hips, so getting them off wasn't going to be that tough to do. I knelt down as quietly as possible on his right as Samantha did the same between his legs.

"I can't believe we're doing this," I stated in a very hushed manner, "Ok, I'll get this side of his trunks and you get the other side. But do it really slow, get me?" Samantha nodded silently with an obvious look of impending excitement at what we were about to do.

We both tentatively got ahold of either side of his trunks, being extremely careful to not touch his skin. Then we both started a slow, steady pulling motion to get them down from below his hips and ass. They easily came down as we worked together to get his cock into full view, but as we didn't want to wake him, it seemed to take minutes to do so instead of the few seconds it actually took.

Right away, we got the base and a couple of inches of his cock exposed. I noticed quickly that he wasn't completely soft, which really surprised me after all the action it had gone through in one day. Even semi-flaccid, Trevor's dick was still a good five or six inches long. It was amazing in a way as most guys' cocks never looked this big in this state.

Samantha stifled a gasp as we uncovered our victim, then whispered to me, "Wow, if it's any longer I'm going to be definitely impressed." I looked up at her with a smile of pride, thinking to myself that she really had no idea just yet. Once we got his cock completely exposed to the air, I asked Samantha, "So, do you see what I meant? It's something else, right?"

Samantha's mouth was wide open in a display of genuine disbelief, then whispered back, "Yeah, I so do. And here I thought Scott's was the nicest I had ever seen." 

Again, I felt a rush of pride cross over my mind, like I was showing off a new toy to a friend at Christmastime. Although I didn't consider Trevor and I's relationship as anything but casual, it was me, not Samantha, that had gotten him first. I was filled with a feeling of power right then, and I felt like I needed to exercise it a little, but by being charitable towards Samantha.

I got a very evil idea, "Should we see how hard we can get him without waking him? Because if you think it's nice now, you really should see it at full mast." It was becoming tough to keep my voice down with the growing excitement this little experiment was starting to give me. 

Samantha nodded vehemently, adding quickly, "Hell yeah. That's a great idea. God, this is just too damn funny." She didn't even look at me when she said this, as her eyes were fixated directly on Trevor's tumescent cock. I could tell she was just as curious to get a good look at Trevor's cock fully hard, just as I had been earlier that day in the car.

"Alright... here goes...," I said quietly as possible and reached out with my right hand towards his shaft. I was so nervous as I did this, watching Trevor's face closely for any signs of life. I took my fingernails and just lightly started brushing them along the length of his cock, starting at the base and up towards the head. Samantha looked on, wide-eyed and understandably anxious to see how far we could go without Trevor waking up.

Surprisingly, it only took a couple of minutes before we were treated to seeing it thicken as even my light stimulation began working its magic. Samantha then reached out a hand and let it hover over mine, which I took as a non-verbal cue that she wanted to help things along. So I moved my hand and decided to let her have a try for herself. Instead of using her fingernails, Samantha was a bit bolder in trying to get it hard and began using her fingertips to lightly stroke along his hardening length.

Her manipulations got an immediate response from Trevor's cock, as it started to move a bit as it got more engorged with blood. I alternately looked from his face to what Samantha was doing, playing look-out while getting simultaneously nervous about waking him and progressively turned on. I was amazed to see that Trevor wasn't looking like he would ever wake up again, as he was appearing to be in a deep sleep despite what we were up to.

After watching his face a few seconds, I glanced back down to see that Samantha was now lightly squeezing his cock in between her finger strokes. "Easy now, Samantha. God, I can't believe he's getting this hard and not even stirring," I whispered to her while watching the veins start to stand out on the shaft and his entire cock begin to raise off his leg and up into the air.

"Oh God, this thing is off the hook," Samantha half-whispered, half-giggled as she visually took in what we'd created. "Ok, your turn now," she said as she sort of passed the baton to me, smiling widely as she did so. I noticed that her hand looked extremely dwarfed by the size of his cock as she was even smaller in stature even compared to me. 

I chuckled softly, reaching out my hand to grasp him much like Samantha had done. I began lightly stroking the underside with my thumb while keeping my fingers loosely around the rest of his shaft. Although he wasn't completely hard yet, my hand looked like it only covered a third of his cock. I could feel the pulses of his heartbeat through the skin getting stronger every second as the heat radiating from the still inflating member increased. As I continued to touch him, I couldn't help but begin stroking longer and less gently in small increments. I knew I was getting carried away, but since Trevor wasn't reacting whatsoever, I went ahead anyway.

Curious to see Samantha's reaction, I asked her as softly as possible, "So what do you think? Pretty fuckin awesome, right?" Samantha barely responded with a nod, licking her lips while staring at my pseudo-hand job performance.

While I continued to more brazenly jerk him off as the moments wore on, Samantha reached out and grasped the top portion of his cock right along with me. It completely shocked me at first, but then again by looking up at Trevor's face and seeing no real reaction, I calmed down quickly. It was amazing that even though we both weren't all out jerking him, just still somewhat lightly stroking, he had gotten this hard this quickly. Once her hand joined mine, Trevor was completely and utterly hard as a rock and had started leaking pre-cum onto Samantha's hand.

"Damn, look at that," Samantha breathed heavily while looking at the sticky fluid clinging to her hand. She inspected it for a second then quickly brought the back of her hand to her mouth, licking what had collected there. "Hmmm, not bad at all," she commented while licking her lips, then went right back to stroking the upper half of Trevor's hard-on that my hand wasn't occupying. I was stunned by her outwardly slutty display yet watching her do it was an incredible turn on. After all, what did I really expect her to do? I would've probably done the exact same thing, plus I had to keep in mind that I'd had a lot to do with starting all of this in the first place!

So here we were, collectively stroking Trevor's big beautiful eight-plus cock, each of us seemingly getting more aggressive with our efforts. The sound of wet, sticky, rhythmically squishing became louder than our heavy breathing and Trevor's light snoring within a few seconds. Samantha had started a twisting motion to her up and down strokes which bumped into my grasping of the base, working his pre-cum into a frothy-looking coating along the rest of his length.

Breathlessly, Samantha uttered, "God this looks so fucking good, Elise. I can barely conceive how you sucked this, let alone fucked it like I saw you do." Seeing as how both of our hands barely covered his entire cock, I began to think the same thing.

Although I had started feeling a bit unsure about how much further we could take this whole 'game' of ours, I couldn't help but give into a deep urge to show off to Samantha. "Well... do you want to see how I did it?" I replied somewhat nervously.

Samantha looked puzzled for a second as I pulled her hand off of his cock and raised up higher on my knees, steering it towards my face. With my eyes looking directly at hers, I opened my mouth wide and took the head of it in very slowly. I immediately felt the intense heat emanating from his cock on my tongue, as well as tasting the semi-sweet lather of what he had excreted from our tag team hand job. Samantha watched intensely as I took another couple of inches into my mouth and began to work my head up and down on it at my slowest pace. After a few soft sucks I pulled off to check on Trevor's condition and saw that he'd turned his head slightly away from our direction.

I got concerned that perhaps the game was over, that we had woke him up! "Hey, did he wake up?" I whispered worriedly to Samantha while removing my hand from his cock.

"Shit, I don't know. I was too busy watching you sucking on that thing for me to notice, but I don't think so. He didn't make any sort of noise, I know that for sure." She replied quickly, snapped out of her voyeuristic trance.

We both completely stopped moving and scanned Trevor's body and face for any indication that we may have woke him. The seconds passed like minutes, but there was no movement, no sound coming from him that would lead us to believe that he in fact was anywhere near awake. He simply must have just shifted around to get more comfortable while in his alcohol-induced, coma like sleep. When I was feeling reassured that I could continue sucking him in his passed-out condition, I was startled to see Samantha with a mouthful of Trevor's cock. Her eyes were tightly closed, small right fist wrapped snugly around its base to steady it for her enveloping lips.

"Samantha," I said as insistently as possible without being too loud, "what are you doing? You're gonna wake him..." I couldn't even finish my sentence as I tried to make sense of what was happening right in front of me.

I was mesmerized with the sight, plain and simple. I was watching the cock I'd had in my own mouth three separate times that day being sucked by another girl, a girl that I barely knew anything about beyond the fact that she loved to fuck and suck relative strangers. She moaned lightly around the giant shaft lodged in her face, which was almost cartoon like to see as more then a few inches of his cock disappeared then reappeared from her mouth as she sucked him. Within moments of closely watching Samantha's gradual quickening of the speed of her bobbing head, I knew that she wasn't going to stop until she got Trevor to cum.

Samantha had pretty much lost all control at that point and I determined that this little 'game' I'd started had become something different altogether. As much of a turn on it had been to play around with Trevor in front of Samantha and sharing him with her, seeing her completely take over with little or no regard for me stung a little. It wasn't so much that I was jealous or anything, because I just plain wasn't. It was more the principle of the matter in that I simply wasn't feeling like I was even remotely part of the fun anymore.

I watched her become more and more into trying to take as much of him as she could, straining her tiny mouth with each pass. She obviously was beyond caring in whether Trevor woke up or not, moaning louder and stroking him fast with her right hand. As she did this, she reached down with her other hand and pulled her shirt and bra up over her small tits. She immediately started pinching her nipples, which already were poking out like a couple of pencil erasers. Her eyes remained closed the entire time as I witnessed her blow job skills from less then a foot away.

For some reason I really became distracted by the itchiness my cum-encrusted bra was causing, and the smell of the dried cum left on my body permeated my senses. Even though I should've been really turned on by watching Samantha suck the living daylights out of Trevor's now-throbbing cock, I felt like I needed to leave, get cleaned up, and get some well deserved sleep. My eyes searched in the darkness for my peasant top I'd recklessly thrown somewhere while Trevor fucked me, but there was no way I was going to find it in the darkness of the room. So I resigned myself from breaking up Samantha and Trevor to find it, "I'll manage" I thought to myself. I then I sat back on my heels, contemplating how to dismiss myself without making a big deal out of leaving something I had started.

It was right about then that Trevor started to move around a bit, opening his eyes a little and looking completely disoriented. "What the fuck?" He mumbled, looking around aimlessly while trying to get his eyes adjusted to the still very dim lighting of the room. "Who the hell...? Who are you?" He finally asked, as it took him a few seconds to figure out that he was getting a furious blow job from Samantha, whom he obviously didn't remember from earlier.

I laughed at his hilarious reaction to finding his cock buried in someone's mouth, "Her name's Samantha, Trevor. Let's just say she likes ya a little bit!" 

Meanwhile, Samantha didn't stop what she was doing for one second or even attempt to slow down. She stared right up at him with a good half of his dick in her mouth, pulled it out with a loud 'pop', and simply said "Hi Trevor!" Once these words were spoken, she went right back to work, drooling saliva all over what wasn't shoved into her mouth.

Trevor's face changed from disorientation, to utter shock and disbelief, to a look of pure satisfaction as though his brain had just been jump started. "Holy fuckin shit?! Well hello to you too! Jeeeeesus..."

Laughing hard at his words, I decided that this was my time to exit, as Trevor obviously was being taken care of by Samantha. More like being devoured by Samantha, by the way she continued to go crazy with his cock in her hand and mouth. Part of me wanted to stay and watch how things would unfold between the two of them, but it was almost four in the morning by this time and I knew I needed sleep and very soon.

I stood up quickly, leaned over Trevor's lust-contorted face and kissed him deeply, then whispered in his ear, "Enjoy yourself, Trevor. I'd stick around but I seriously have to sleep, I'm so worn out."

Trevor could barely spit out any words at all with the distraction of Samantha sucking him but managed a weak sputter of, "But don't you want to...?"

I quickly cut him off, "Nah, I really have to take a shower and crawl into bed. I'm assuming I'll have to do the driving tomorrow because you're not going to be worth a shit!" I added with a slightly haughty laugh, "Have fun with your little present, Trevor. Oh, and by the way? I know for a fact that she likes taking it in the ass. Just a little FYI for ya there, you big ol' stud."




Odd Opportunities Ch. 06



Trevor simply smiled sleepily and softly stated a genuine, "Thank you Elise, see you tomorrow."

I then turned to say good-bye to Samantha but saw that she was a little busy trying to pull off her shirt and bra without losing her mouth-grip on Trevor's cock. I shook my head while laughing and said to myself, 'what a silly-ass little slut'. I had to admit, I couldn't help but like the girl but knew I'd probably be better off never hanging out with her again. She was just trouble waiting to influence someone else into more trouble, or perhaps maybe I was thinking of myself. Either way, I left them to do what I'm sure I would hear all about the next day during the trip home. But for right now I needed to get out of there, get to the bedroom Scott had let me use to get myself cleaned up and into a warm bed.

Continued in Chapter 7...



Odd Opportunities Ch. 07



As I was leaving the lounge area, I was practically blinded by the sudden presence of light everywhere. Once my eyes got into focus from the contrast in lighting from the lounge area, I automatically knew I needed to survey my appearance. I remembered Samantha mentioning that I had a lot of cum in my hair, and I knew that even dried cum was going to show up on my black bra. But shoot, just walking around in only my push-up bra and skirt was going to gain attention if I wasn't careful, let alone the chance somebody would notice the cum on me. I wished to God right then that I had been able to find my peasant top earlier.

Sure enough, it was pretty damn noticeable that I had some sort of white, crusty substance streaked all over my bra. Luckily the cum that Scott splattered all over my skirt wasn't that noticeable, which was somewhat comforting. But yet I had to walk through a small crowd of people. So, not knowing what else to do, I crossed my arms tightly over my push-up bra enhanced chest and peeked around the corner to plot out my path to get upstairs. The dance area was definitely much thinned out of party-goers compared to earlier when I had been out there dancing. The DJ was just playing some R&B CD while he was packing up his equipment, and it looked like the party was going to be over pretty soon for the most part.

After a couple of minutes of scoping out an escape route, I figured I just needed to go for it and walk briskly towards the stairs leading to the bedroom Scott had set up for me. I then took a few deep breaths, kept my arms crossed over my chest and started walking. Luckily there weren't many people in the area around the stairs as they mostly had gathered in the bar area. I just kept my eyes down slightly, avoiding any possible eye contact and power-walked my way through to the stairs. It felt like it took twenty minutes to get there, but once I got to the base of the staircase, I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. I'd made it!

Then I heard from behind me, "Elise? Where are you goin?" It was Scott. 

My heart skipped a beat and I just looked over my shoulder to acknowledge I'd heard him, then said, "I'm going to bed Scott, that's all." Then I started to walk up the stairs to accentuate my point.

Scott scurried up after me, "You can't go to bed yet! We still got a party going on here!" There was a brief pause as he looked down at me and saw I was shirt less, my arms still tightly squeezed across my bra covered tits. "Where's your freaking shirt, Elise?" He added with a slight chuckle.

"Shhhh... I'm trying to be a little bit discrete here Scott. But anyway, Trevor and Samantha got, um, a bit 'engaged' in something, so I gave up on looking for it. I'm surprised I made it this far without anybody noticing I'm walking around with just my bra on, a cum-encrusted one at that," I half-whispered, trying to make our conversation as private as possible.

Scott just kept staring at my tits as my tightly squeezed arms were pretty much making them bulge almost up to my neck. "God damn it, Scott," I snapped angrily. "I'm tired, I'm feeling gross, and I just need to shower and get some sleep, ok? I have a lot of driving to do tomorrow, so whatever you're thinking about right now, you can just forget about it." I surprised myself with how bitchy I could be when I wanted to be.

"Okay, okay! I get it!" Scott laughed with a slight look of disappointment on his face. "Well here, at least let me run interference for you on your way up to your room. Is that all right?" He added sweetly, seeming to understand my plight.

I smiled and took him up on his offer, "Yeah, that's a good idea. Thanks Scott, I really appreciate it." I then apologized, "I'm sorry I snapped at you, I'm just really tired and don't want any more bull shit tonight."

Scott smiled and nodded, "Hey, don't worry about it. You've really been, well to be polite about it, put through the wringers tonight from what I've been privy to!" Then he put his arm around me, laughing and added, "Let's get you to your room, little lady."

I breathed yet another sigh of relief as we started up the stairs, Scott doing his best to keep me concealed. I knew that I'd definitely got across my point to him that I was done for the night, and there wasn't going to be any sort of shenanigans between him and I or anyone else for that matter. I felt safe once again, and it was great of Scott to help me out like he was. I couldn't help but imagine that his current actions towards me were at least in part, why Trevor and he were such good friends. Trevor had always been a good judge of character, and I could tell that he really was a good guy.

As we walked down the hallway towards the bedroom Scott had set me up with, it was obvious that at least a couple of the other rooms were occupied. Occupied, as in people were fucking in them, the various sounds accompanied with sex were quite easy to hear as we passed by. Scott looked down at me with a proud smile, "Ahhhh, the sounds of young lust are always the best sign that you've thrown a great party. I can now feel this one was a great success, I'm sure you'd agree."

I nodded in agreement and laughed, but then became a bit concerned as we reached our destination, "I really, really hope my room isn't being 'used', Scott."

Scott just shrugged his shoulders, reaching for the doorknob and simply said, "Only one way to find out, right??"

Once the door opened, we were both not too surprised to see a topless brunette girl kneeling on the floor in front of a short African American guy. He was doing his best to fuck her tits, but by the looks of how awkwardly they were going about it, it wasn't going very well. From what I could tell in the two seconds I had to watch, she wasn't very busty and he wasn't very big at all. That old stereotype about every black man having a huge cock was definitely not true in this guy's case.

Scott cleared his throat loudly to get their attention as our intrusion didn't seem to notice the door opening. The guy jumped back from the brunette with a startled gasp, who quickly grabbed her top and covered up her reddened tits. "Get the fuck out of here! Can't you see we're in here, muthafuckas!? Find another room to fuck in! This one's taken!" Yelled the guy as he covered up his hard-on with his hands.

I got immediately scared at this guy's response, but Scott handled it coolly and calmly. "Listen man, relax. My name's Scott and this is my house which got you hooked up with that fine female there. Now this girl here is staying in this room as my guest, I already set everything up for her." The guy calmed down quickly once he figured out who Scott was and the girl was already putting her clothes back on. Scott continued, "Now I'm really sorry to break things up but there's plenty of places for you two to pick up where you left off. Okay?"

Short Guy responded by pulling his pants back up quickly, "Aiight then, Scott. We're cool. You just shouldn't creep up on a muthafucka like that, man! Come on shorty, let's bounce up out of here." He grabbed her hand and they hurriedly whisked passed us, the brunette girl blushing like crazy.

After they exited, I couldn't help but complement Scott on how he handled the situation, "Very well done! I thought that guy was gonna get rowdy, but you handled that perfectly."

Scott smiled, "Well let's just say that when you've had as many parties as I've had here, I've come across the same situation many-a-time. You learn how to do these things with practice!" He added with a laugh, "Now you better lock this door after I go unless you want drunk people looking for places to fuck to be stumbling in the rest of the night! That includes me!"

I cracked up as much as I could despite the extreme fatigue I was feeling, gave him a quick hug and a quick peck on the lips. "Okay Scott. Thanks a lot for everything, tonight's been very interesting... and definitely A LOT of fun!" I added, giving him a smirk and a wink.

"Oh no! Thank YOU for everything, Elise!" He replied while backing out of the room, "I've got to thank Trevor for bringing you along, too!"

"Well he's still in the lounge area if you want to thank him right now. When I left him, Samantha was sucking him off like some sort of demon-possessed whore. I bet if you hurry your ass down there you'll get a show!" I responded, thinking that dropping the dime on Trevor and Samantha's goings-on would insure that Scott's mind was focused on something else other than me.

Scott's jaw dropped and came quickly back with, "Are you serious? Well, I better go make sure everything's going well, you know what I'm saying?"

I laughed as he was halfway out the door, "Oh yeah, I know what you're saying Scott! Now get the fuck out of here and let me sleep!"

Once the door closed, I drank in the relative silence and comfort of finally being alone. I locked both locks on the door and started my way towards the bathroom, wishing I was already asleep in that incredibly comfortable bed. As I entered the bathroom, I braced myself for what I knew was going to be my worst-looking reflection staring back at me in the mirror. To my surprise, I didn't really look that bad off considering what I had been up to. Samantha and I had done a thorough clean-up job with only a towel. For sure, my bra was definitely ruined and there were those few large dried patches of cum still stuck in my hair, but the shower I so longed for would take care of that.

After a long, hot shower, I was even more ready for sleep then I had been before–as if that were possible! I literally collapsed on the king-size bed, sprawling out to enjoy the space. Although I had packed pajamas for my trip, I had neither the desire nor the energy to put them on. It started to sink in that even though I'd fucked both Trevor and Scott, then the start of a repeat performance on Trevor with Samantha, that I hadn't been completely naked throughout all of it. So it felt even better to be nude, clean, and above all, completely safe behind the locked door of the room.

I finally was able to close my eyes and start my way towards a much deserved, recuperative sleep. It was hard not to allow the inevitable flashes of imagery my incredible day and night of hyper-sexual experiences I'd taken part in and had seen, so I just let them flood in. As the bits and pieces of visuals flashed behind my eyelids, I couldn't help but smile contentedly. I knew that I would never, ever, be able to have another day even remotely close to the one I'd had. I also knew that I most likely would not want to repeat it, as my behavior during this day was something I did not want to be defined by.

However, I couldn't help being who I was: Elise the curious, Elise the daring, Elise the beautiful–inside and out. I didn't have any regrets, and I felt assured that i wouldn't have any tommorrow, either. I knew that since I still had quite a few miles to drive with Trevor the next day and that we would have to hash out everything we had done together, including what happened with Scott and then with Samantha. I wondered then if anything else would happen between Trevor and I, sexually or emotionally. I knew that with whatever happened tomorrow that we would always be friends. One can never tell if an opportunity for something more than pure sexual attraction between two people can become much more than that, only time can tell. It was with that thought that I finally drifted off to sleep.

FIN?

Well, that's it for Odd Opportunities! I really hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. If I get enough feedback from readers to continue this story series, I most definitely will do so as it's been great to write. Be sure to look out for other stories I'm currently working on to post here on Literotica.