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Hayley's Party Ch. 00

By: ChloeTzang



"Hayley! Hayley! Are you awake yet?"

My Mom calling through my bedroom door. It was a good thing she hadn't walked in on me.

"I'm coming Mom!"

I was! I was! Yes! God yes! I was really close, my eyes closed, breathing hard, hips jerking. Both hands were between my legs, I was thinking of Steve. Steve, my boyfriend! Steve, who I'd been dating for two years now! Steve who I was finally going to give myself to completely tonight! I rolled over on my bed, burying my face in the pillow to muffle the noises I was making as I fingered myself to my orgasm. Which I reached as I thought of Steve gently making love to me under a moonlit sky with the scent of roses filling the night air! Teenage daydreams are so corny! I knew that but I didn't care!

"Hurry up Haley! We're going in a few minutes!"

Mom sounded impatient. I knew I'd better get moving. I rolled out of bed, still breathing hard, my legs all quivery, dove into the bathroom, did the sixty second shower and teeth cleaning thing. Actually it was more like five minutes, but I knew Mom would calm down when she heard the shower running. Grabbed some clean black panties, throw on a black Giordano t-shirt and my black Adidas track suit pants, grabbed my Adidas track suit jacket (black to match of course) and dashed down the stairs. I didn't bother with a bra. I didn't really need one. Small and firm, that was me! I barely jiggled, unfortunately. Hair? I could brush my hair (that was black too, by the way) in the car. Like most cute Chinese girls, I suit black. Or black suits me. Whatever.

Mom was at the front door. Dad was pulling the car out of the garage. She looked at her watch pointedly, but said nothing.

"I know, I know, dim sum at ten with Daddy's clients." I put on my best apologetic yet dutiful daughter face. 

Mom laughed. She always tried to be strict and serious but she could never keep it up for long. Dad beeped, Mom and I grinned at each other. Then we raced each other to the car. I won and got the front seat beside Dad. I actually really was looking forward to dim sum this morning. I'd worked out really hard at Tae Kwon Do for three solid hours last night and I was hungry. I was also relishing the thought of the coming evening, hugging my excitement inside me. I was going to need all that reserve energy. I was going to make Steve work hard. In fact, I planned to exhaust him. He wasn't going to be able to walk by tomorrow morning.

"What's the mysterious smile about Haley?" My Dad was grinning at me.

"Sleeping over at Claire's tonight Dad," I told him. "Girls talk and chick flick night."

I didn't like to mislead my Dad, but there're some things about their daughters that Dad's just don't need to know.

My Dad shook his head. "You know Hayley, you should have Claire sleepover with us more often, I feel sorry for her parents, putting up with you all the time."

My Dad liked Claire. Or should I say he liked looking at Claire's tits. My Mom teased him about it, but she didn't really mind. "As long as Claire doesn't mind," she'd told me once. "I know your Dad, he just likes looking." She'd giggled then. "And Claire's definitely got something to look at!" I'd been a bit shocked at my Mom when she'd said that but my Mom was like that. She said things that were totally outrageous every now and then. Problem was I knew she meant them too. Parents! They're just so embarrassing sometimes!

I knew Claire didn't mind at all. She liked guys looking at her. Even my Dad. "He's cool," she told me once when I asked her if she'd like me to tell him to can it. "He just looks and he's always polite and I don't mind that at all." The last year or so she hadn't minded so much that she'd worn really tiny bikinis when we went swimming in the backyard pool. For some reason Dad liked to swim with us. But he wouldn't let me buy a bikini like Claire's. Dads! What can you say! Of course, I'd bought an itsy-bitsy bikini anyway; I just didn't wear it in the pool at home. Like I said! There're some things about their daughters that Dad's just don't need to know.

There was of course a reason why I slept over at Claire's so often, otherwise I wouldn't bother even mentioning it. But let's start at the beginning, which is usually a good place to start a story. I'm Chinese. Yes, that's me. Hayley Chu. Eighteen years old, one hundred and ten pounds of almond-eyed cuteness, five foot three, and black hair that falls halfway down my back and which I usually wear in a ponytail. Slim all around, with slender hips and long legs - and no tits to speak of. I'd been looking for them since I was thirteen but they seemed to have gotten lost somewhere. Well, not really; I had two just like every other girl, but they were small, far more noticeably so when I was with my best friend Claire, who was my antithesis in so many ways. 

Claire was five foot nine, and had a very noticeable bust. She was white skinned with lots of freckles and with beautiful auburn (that's ginger to you guys) hair that I just loved. She wasn't quite as slender as I am but she was far curvier and the definition of totally hot and I'd do anything for her. We'd been friends since first grade, when she made me play with her (skipping, so get your mind out of the gutter) when I was the new girl in class and didn't know anyone else.

Anyhow, I was talking about why I slept over at Claire's so often before I digressed. I'm Chinese and my family is Catholic. Think conservative and strict. No boyfriends. Lots of study! Anything less than an "A" is a fail. From Grade One on, I was in after school programs every day of the week, and Chinese School on Saturday mornings. I did Tae Kwon Do twice a week and on Saturday afternoons, followed right after by swimming class. And yes, I am VERY fit and I'm about a year away from my Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do. I've also been doing Hapkido training for a couple of years. I'm good at it. Sunday's were early morning Mass (I'm an Altar Girl at 9am Mass), followed by Sunday School (where I now taught) followed by Sunday dim sum with my Mom and Dad and anyone my Dad had invited along. Sunday afternoon was family time. Quite the schedule!

I didn't mind when I was younger. I'd never known anything else. Academically, I always came top of the class, every time, every year. My parents expected nothing less. I was that Chinese girl that always sat at the front of the class that everyone else in the class just looked at and shook their heads and went "what the fuck?" I think they just gave me first prize in everything without even checking for the last couple of years. For me, when I did tests with bonus questions and didn't do the bonuses, a one hundred percent correct result would sometimes take my average down. Well-of parents or not (and we were well-off, Dad had his own medium sized accountancy firm), life's tough if you're a Chinese girl, never doubt it.

But of course I wasn't entirely Chinese; genetically, yes, but culturally, no. My parents had been bought up the old way, but I was the next generation. Actually the third generation I guess because it was my grandparents that had immigrated here. I had mostly non-Chinese friends, we did stuff together, and when I was old enough to be interested in guys, I wanted a boyfriend like my friends had. Or a girlfriend, like Bethany had, but no, just kidding, girls didn't attract me like that, so whatever.

Did I mention conservative and catholic and my parents? Boyfriends? No dice. Boys not permitted. Maybe a nice Chinese guy from a family my parents knew for a carefully supervised date at the Baskin-Robbins. Problem was I wouldn't have been seen dead with any of the very few Chinese guys I knew. No way Jose. I grew up in a smaller town. Wendy Weng and I were the only Chinese girls in my year. There were a couple more a year or three behind us but that was it. When I saw another Asian, I did the same double take all my friends did. "Huh? Who's that Asian guy / girl?" 

I mean, unless I looked in the mirror or at my parents or at Wendy, I saw white. So that was what I wanted for a boyfriend. Except! No boyfriend permitted. Verboten. Nein! "You can date when you're eighteen Hayley." I didn't like it but when you've been brought up like I had been, you don't question your parents, except under your breath. Aiiyaaahhhh! Not until you're a lot older anyhow, and even than it has to be pretty oblique.

I got interested in boys, as one does. I met Steve. Back then, he was in his last year at High School, a couple of years ahead of me. I'd been attracted to him way back before then, one of those unrequited teenage girl crush things. He was shy and he wasn't one of those muscle bound jock guys but he was pretty smart which I liked. He was the older brother of a girl in my class which was how I'd gotten to know him. He chatted with me now and then, when I was with his sister usually, and one thing led to another, as it often does when girl meets boy, but my parents were firm.

"No dating until you're eighteen."

Our mutual attraction remained unrequited. 

Near the beginning of those last summer holidays I turned eighteen. On the big day, my parent's had actually said that since I was eighteen now, and a Senior, I could date. I had official permission. As long as my parents got to meet him first and I was home on time and no drinking and ... and ... and! The rules were lengthy. Steve was introduced to my family almost immediately and passed the rigorous parental vetting (any gweilo guy was definitely suspicious) and hallelujah, we could actually go out together without me having to circumvent the rules my parents set for me and date on the quiet as we had in the past. My parents said nothing about the almost instantaneous introduction of Steve, no rules had been openly broken so everyone was happy. 

Me most of all. 

Back then I'd been so excited about being allowed to date but with the restrictions my parents placed on me to start with, I just about panicked. My first real venture into boyfriend's (I was already thinking of him that way BEFORE our initial date) was doomed before it got off the ground.

Enter Claire to the rescue. 

Claire had always had boyfriends. I swear she probably had a boyfriend before she could walk. Even in First Grade, the boys, who treated every other girl in the class as strange alien beings from another planet, all danced attendance on Claire. Where the boys teased and made fun of the rest of us, somehow they all fell at Claire's feet. When she commanded, they obeyed. When she requested, they did their best to satisfy. At ten, she was changing boyfriends the way I changed clothes. When she was thirteen she was dating sixteen year old guys that I was totally in awe of. She must have worked her way around every guy in High School the same age or older than us. As we got older, I didn't even bother to remember who she was dating. By the time I remembered the name, he'd been discarded and there was a new one. And besides, white guys all look the same to me (just kidding ha ha!! They don't really, there's different colored hair and eyes that help you tell white guys apart...honestly, if you're Asian you may not believe this but those white guys have like blue eyes and green eyes and brown eyes and grey eyes and... well, it all helps you tell them apart...).

Anyhow, I turned in panic to Claire, who looked at me in total disbelief and then shook her head sadly. "Hayley, just sleep over at my place and we'll go out on a date together. Stop stressing for fuck's sake". That was Claire, wise beyond her years and with an impeccable ability to cut straight to the point of anything guy-related.

As simple as that!

That first date with Steve had been just magical. I'd been floating from the moment I arrived at Claire's. When Steve arrived to pick me up, I needed to be tethered to the ground. Helium had nothing on me! We went to the movies and held hands and then I was kissed for the first time when he dropped me off back at Claire's parents' house. The first time I'd kissed a guy. Really! It was! Both of us were shy and inexpert but we both shared the same enthusiasm and I knew I was in love. Although when he stuck his tongue into my mouth I was a bit surprised. But I got used to it. Back inside her parent's house with Claire, she asked me how my date had gone.

"He kissed me!" I must have sounded rhapsodic.

"Jesus Hayley." Claire buried her head in the pillow and I realized she was howling with laughter. Howling? Her whole body was shaking.

"What?" I was genuinely puzzled.

"You're like, eighteen? And all you did was kiss?" She went off again. I must have looked hurt because she stopped right away. "Sorry Haley, I didn't mean that, so you guys had a great time?"

I told her all about it, even about how he'd put his tongue in my mouth. I mean, we were best friends; I could share stuff like that with her. For some reason she was always a bit hesitant to tell me about what she got up to with her boyfriends. Maybe she was embarrassed about it.

After that first date, things between Steve and I just seemed to progress rapidly. Both of us were inexperienced, both of us were shy, but we really liked each other and we dated as often as we could manage through that summer. Things just gelled and before long we really were seriously girlfriend and boyfriend. I'd slept over at Claire's regularly during that summer.

Claire also slept over at my parents' house (yes, Claire was that good a friend; she sacrificed nights out on dates to come over to my place and do girly stuff so that I could date Steve. Now THAT's a friend! She also told me quite a bit more about guys and sex and stuff. As I found out more, it was my turn to be embarrassed at my innocence. But my god! Did other girls REALLY do all that stuff? At my house, Claire and I did girly-stuff that my Dad approved of. At Claire's, we went out on dates and little by little, I learnt that yes, girls DID do all that stuff.

With my conservative upbringing and Steve's natural shyness, the physical side of our relationship had been slow to develop. A touch here, a hand there, holding each other tighter, lying together on the couch in Claire's basement or at Steve's when his parent's weren't around, it just seemed to happen little by little. I loved the feelings I experienced as Steve held me, as he pressed himself close to me, kissing me and holding me and I'd reciprocated bit by bit. Despite a lot of teasing from Claire, it wasn't until recently that I had even considered letting Steve touch my breasts. 

That summer holiday that followed my eighteenth birthday and which preceded that last year of High School was wonderful. Like a lot of Chinese girls, I like to dress to impress. I love following Hong Kong and Japanese fashion; the designers in Hong Kong especially are light years ahead of American clothes designers. And they design clothes for petite and slender Asian girls, fashion and clothes which you can't find out in the mid-west where I live. Small town! Not many Asians where I lived back then. No problem, I got around that by online shopping. Aliexpress is my friend!

Chinese girls, we're not shy about showing ourselves off. We may be conservative, and we may think "no sex until marriage" but that doesn't mean we can't be eye-candy. Me, I definitely worked on being eye-candy that summer, especially for Steve. It must have been torment for him, all that "look but don't touch". Especially when I finally made the jump to the tiniest bikini's I could wear without actually blushing. Even Claire was surprised. When we went swimming, Steve needed an ice pack inside his shorts to keep the swelling down. Poor guy. Now, I feel sorry for him. Then, I reveled in teasing him.

Only a couple of days after Steve had met my parents, we'd watched movies together with Claire down in her parent's basement. With her parents safely out, Claire had dragged her current boyfriend off to the basement guest bedroom to make out with him, leaving Steve and I alone. Was it the newly-granted parental dispensation to date Steve that inspired my willingness to go further? I was never really sure but that evening was the first time Steve's hand clumsily unbuttoned my top and then fumbled with my bra. In the end I had to undo it for him and then I'd lain there quite literally trembling with excitement as his hand and then his mouth had explored my breasts. I was shy about their size (actually, lack of size if we're honest) but in the end excitement won out over shyness and before too long I'd found myself making excited little noises and holding his head tight as he sucked and licked them, teasing my nipples to a beautifully aching hardness that demanded his lips and tongue and hands.

I didn't have to think twice on our next date. I just lay there smiling happily as he fumbled his way down the buttons. He even managed to unhook my bra all by himself. On our next date I was so eager to repeat the experience that I didn't even wear a bra. As soon as we were alone I'd opened my top for him myself so that he could do his stuff again. Of course, he did. The date after that I'd sat astride his lap and peeled my t-shirt off over my head and then, naked from the waist up, I'd brushed my breasts against his face, his mouth, and then held his head in my hands as I guided his mouth to suckle and lick at my small breasts and my nipples, first one breast and then the other. Steve's hands held me, stroked my back and my arms, and ran over my breasts, reveling in my body just as I was reveling in his exploration of me, loving every moment of what we were doing together. I was also reveling on the feel of his erection beneath me as I sat on it.

With those first intimate touches, I found that the floodgates of desire had been well and truly opened and now I wanted more. Over the rest of that summer there were so many new firsts, opening a whole new world that I'd never imagined. Well, I'd imagined, but the excitement of reality far surpassed anything I'd dreamed of. The first time he'd taken his own shirt off and then mine and we'd lain in each other's arms, my naked breasts pressing hotly against his naked chest, the feel of his body against mine made me tremble with excitement, his hands roaming everywhere on me. And we'd talked. How we'd talked. I was a bit of a chatterbox at the best of times and by now, Steve was no longer shy with me. By ourselves, we talked about everything, and when we were making out we talked about sex.

I wasn't shy about sex, I was just conservative. I knew all about it in theory, Claire had seen to that and honestly, I had very few real inhibitions. Staying a virgin was the one thing that Mom had drilled into me time and time again, the one thing I was determined to protect. For the rest, hey, I was definitely interested, but I wasn't ready to just hand it to Steve on a plate. On the other hand, I was prepared to nibble. And so, nibble by nibble, I surrendered slowly to Steve or to my own desires.

It was around mid-summer that I'd finally discovered masturbating. I know. I was a late starter. What kicked me off was Steve. We'd been out on a date and we were holed up in Steve's bedroom, his family out, just the two of us lying together on his bed on a hot summer evening. Both of us were topless, me wearing my shortest and tightest shorts that showed half my butt, Steve wearing light and baggy summer shorts. We'd been holding each other tight, kissing passionately, my breasts pressing against his chest, my nipples swollen and hard and aching as they always were when our bodies were hotly pressed against each other.

Steve's weight pressed down as he lay on me, his bulging hardness pressing against me in just the right place to excite me when he started to slowly move against me. I knew what he was doing. Previously I'd stopped him but that evening I let him continue moving, I let him continue rubbing himself against me, my hands resting lightly on his hips, feeling him moving up and down on me. Every move of that hard bulge against me, rubbing against my sex and my swollen and sensitive clitoris through our clothing sent ripples of hot excitement flowing through me. He moved faster and harder, and I encouraged him this time instead of stopping him, my hands urging him on, my voice urging him on with little whispers and gasps of excitement. I could feel myself getting wetter and more excited by the second and this time I wanted him to keep going. 


Hayley's Party Ch. 00



I could see from his face that he was getting more and more excited, his movements jerkier and less steady, more demanding, more uncoordinated and tonight I knew that I wanted to satisfy him. I felt his body push against me and jerk frantically, his breathing fast and hard, his body tense on mine. I knew what was happening. I reveled in it. I reveled in his satisfaction as he groaned and pressed hard against me. As we'd separated, both of us breathing hard, I'd giggled at the sight of the large wet patch on the front of his swimming shorts. Steve had been embarrassed, but I'd reassured him and kissed him and held him, delighted with what had happened. 

Back at home late that night, in my bedroom, I undressed, throwing my clothes in the laundry basket. But tonight, instead of slipping into my pajamas, I turned and stared at my reflection in the full length mirror on my closet door. I studied myself, trying to see what Steve saw, trying to see what attracted him and what got him so excited. Turning to see myself in profile, I studied my regrettably small breasts, then turned back to look at the small fluffy triangle of sparse black hair at the juncture of my thighs. I ran my fingers over them, spreading my legs a little, my index finger tracing the line of the vertical cleft which ran downwards and between my legs.

I ran the fingers of my other hand over my body, over my breasts, pretending my hands were Steve's. I stroked my nipples, teasing them to a swollen hardness, moved my hands to stroke my ribs, to slide across my flat stomach, move down over my hips and then ease inwards and down to lightly rub my inner thighs. My fingers circled and spiraled inwards towards my sex, tentatively brushing across it, then pressing slightly harder with my fingertips. I gasped and pressed harder still, pressing inwards, exploring myself, finding myself moist in anticipation of further exploratory touches. Eyes wide, I slowly pushed one finger inwards between my now slippery labial lips, pushed inwards into the hot wet tightness of my sex, gently stroking and rubbing. It was pleasant, my body glowed, I shivered and then I came, but my orgasm was mild compared to those I would come to experience later.

In my bed, relaxed and content, I thought about Steve's fingers touching me instead of my own. But no, I was a good Chinese girl, I forced that thought down. It wasn't going to happen, even though I knew I loved Steve dearly. There were other things I could do to satisfy Steve, things that would take his mind off touching me. 

But of course the very next weekend I did let him touch me between my legs, although only on the outside of the shorts I'd worn. I hadn't planned or anticipated letting him touch me between my legs, it somehow just happened. As we'd lain together kissing, this time at my house with my parents out, his hard erection rubbing against me, my excitement had risen and risen and risen.

I remember that we were passionately kissing, and he was moving against me. All of a sudden he slid off me to lie beside me, his hand suddenly on me though my shorts, cupping me between my legs. His hand was pressing against the swollen nubbin of my clitoris through my clothing. I'm sure it was accidental; he didn't have the skill or the knowledge to do what he did deliberately. But as his fingers rubbed over me clumsily and pushed my shorts and panties inwards where I was wettest, the heel of his hand stroked across my sensitive clitoris. Inexperienced and inexpert though he was, that touch was enough to bring me to my first back-arching gasping and sobbing climax. 

It was a sensation that was so startlingly pleasurable that I couldn't believe how much better it had felt than my own fingers. My mind went blank as that wild tidal wave of golden heat washed through my entire body and left me quivering limply, unable to say anything except a whispered "oh my God ... oh my God ... Steve ... Oh Steve..." 

Afterwards, I wondered if it felt as good for Steve when he came as it had for me, and then I thought that if it did for him, it was no wonder he wanted to do this with me all the time. If it felt like this for me every time, I was more than willing to acquiesce to his needs. I smiled happily at him, my face blushed, my body limply relaxed.

"Your turn," I'd whispered lovingly, kissing him and drawing him over me to move against me until he came, content that his enjoyment of my body beneath him would lead to his satisfaction. After that of course, I couldn't wait for the next time and, not for the first time, I wondered what it would be like to actually see his cock, to hold it in my hand, to feel him touch me, even perhaps to make love to me. My stomach did little flip flops at the thought and that night, at home in my own bed, my fingers worked overtime. I was definitely getting more experienced at playing with myself and I'd now developed two different styles for bringing myself off.

I'd either roll my clitoris between my thumb and index finger with my right hand or I'd slide one finger in and out of my sex whilst simultaneously rubbing against my clitoris and inner labia, enjoying the sensation of my finger sliding past my swollen and wet labial lips. Sometimes I'd use my other hand to stroke and squeeze and tug at my nipples but even if I didn't, they would become swollen and hard as I played with myself. As I rapidly grew more familiar with my body, it was easier and easier to bring myself to an orgasm. Later, I found that I could reach a whole series of orgasms which was even more enjoyable. In the bath or the shower was good too and after Steve went back to university, my fingers became my main source of sexual satisfaction.

My fingers and my imagination.

In my bed at night, my imagination ran wild. Once those thoughts of Steve touching me, of my touching Steve, of Steve making love to me entered my mind, it was impossible to drive them out. I no longer thought merely of touching his cock or of Steve touching me. I thought of making love. Of sex. Of being taken.

I liked those thoughts. Especially I liked the thought of being taken; there was something about that word that excited me. Not making love, not any of the romantic synonyms I could have used. Instead, I imagined myself being taken and fucked and those were the words in my head. When I played with myself at night, it was with an image in my mind of myself on a bed, Steve above me, pinning my hands down above my head and taking me as he wanted, my legs spread wide, entering me and using me. Using me hard as I moaned and sobbed and cried out for him using words I'd never yet used in real life.

With time, it wasn't only Steve I thought of. The first time I thought of another guy taking me, I was shocked. Shocked and horrified but I still couldn't stop those thoughts as they ran through my mind. In my imagination that night it was Jeff that took me in the backseat of his car. Jeff was one of the jocks, a large, muscular football player, not even particularly good looking, but he was big. I'd heard girls he'd dated talking about how big his cock was. In my fantasies that night he pinned me down in the back seat of his car and stripped my clothes from me, then spread my legs and fucked me eagerly with a cock that turned out to be huge. In my fantasies, I had no problem taking that huge cock inside me and I had to stuff my fist into my mouth to stop myself from screaming out loud as I orgasmed. Afterwards, I couldn't even bring myself to feel ashamed that I'd teased myself to an orgasm thinking of someone other than Steve. Weird!

After Jeff's first foray in my mind, other guys in my year at High School or older guys who were Steve's friends or acquaintances became a part of my evenings. I imagined what they looked like naked, how they were in bed, what I would do with them. God, I even toyed with myself and brought myself to an orgasm while thinking of a couple of the male teachers at High School, and even of a couple of my Dad's male friends. I was shocked at the scope of my imagination, but unable to resist those thoughts that just seemed to materialize in my mind of their own accord. 

A little odd, you might think, but who really understands the minds of teenage girls, least of all the teenage girl herself? There's no way I can explain why the thought of guys I barely knew fucking me could make me so wet, and so excited; but there it was, in my nighttime fantasies they had me again and again. 

But only in my mind, my body was different, my body belonged to Steve and after he'd started back at University at the beginning of the semester, whenever he returned for a weekend, I spent every moment I could with him.

Steve, as one might expect, benefited the most from my wanton imagination.

When he came back for the weekend two weeks into that first semester and picked me up for our date, all I wore was one of my black Giordano t-shirts and my new skin-tight lycra running shorts. I'd bought them the previous weekend and just about given old Joe Dos Passos next door a heart attack when I went out running in them. 

Joe was a lovely old guy in his early seventies, his wife used to babysit me back when I was a toddler but she'd passed away back when I was ten and Joe lived alone now. I knew he liked looking at my butt. He was always out gardening early in the morning and his eyes always followed me when I went out for my early morning run. They also followed me when I came over to give him a hand with stuff around his house that he needed help with, like changing light bulbs. He was always so helpful, like holding the stepladder for me so it didn't move around when I climbed up it to reach the bulbs on those hard to reach points. Of course I soon realized why he was being helpful but I didn't mind at all.

He was an early morning riser in more ways than one and I suspect that when I reached my teenage years and began running regularly, I'd generated a little more "early rising" than he'd experienced in a while. Like Claire with my Dad, I didn't mind. The attention he paid me was flattering and it wasn't like he tried to grope me or anything. He just looked and looking was fine. Most girls like to be eye candy and I was no exception! Anyway, old Joe was a nice old guy and I always used to give him time for a good long look. More often than not I'd stop outside his house at the end of my run and do my stretches while I talked with him. 

Nothing like a sweat soaked sports bra and skimpy running shorts to get Joe up in the morning. I always felt virtuous as I left him behind me, bulging inside his gardening shorts. I knew I'd done my good turn for the day by giving him something exciting to think about. Stretches in those new lycra running shorts probably weren't so good for his blood pressure though and I didn't feel quite so virtuous when his face went pale the first time I wore them. When I rested one ankle on the top of his picket fence it hadn't been my tits he was looking at. Maybe I should have worn panties under the lycra after all. 

His conversation was a bit garbled but I figured he wasn't having a stroke because I had a pretty good visual cue as to where most of the blood had gone. I was sure it'd get back to his brain in time to keep him ticking along. He was actually quite impressive for an old guy. Just for a moment there I had a little fantasy of me and old Joe that left me catching my breath. Just for a moment. Then I was off inside. I suspect Joe's little fantasy lasted for quite a bit longer than mine had, but I did think about him again in the shower that morning. That was a bit weird but I shook it off after my morning orgasm was over and I got my breath back.

Anyway, when Steve picked me up that evening, all I wore was a t-shirt and my lycra running shorts: no bra, no panties. We weren't going out anywhere; we were going to make out. I had to bless Steve's parents for being away so often and giving us all those opportunities to spend quality time together. His parents were into all sorts of strange stuff; natural health, motivation, good causes, aid to Africa, educational programs for deprived persons of color, yadda yadda yadda. They attended conferences and courses out the ying yang. God knows what they actually thought they were doing, they were both retired, mid-sixties and wealthy but the stuff they spent their money on! 

I used to shake my head. They were even anti-gun, which was even weirder. They donated to the Brady Campaign to Prevent Gun Violence and to Mayors Against Illegal Guns. I'd seen the receipts on their kitchen table once and been shocked. I'd worn my Ruger SR9 around a few times and that had stressed them out. Once, on the way to the range for some Saturday morning target shooting, I'd brought my AR-15 along and nearly given them a heart attack. I swear if they hadn't recognized me they'd have called the police and we were an open-carry state and I was over eighteen and my AR was pink with Hello Kitty decals! I mean, get real! Did I look like a nutter! That's how weird Steve's parents were. They should have moved to New York or something. Or Jew York as old Joe Dos Passos next door called it.

God, I'd even had to teach Steve how to shoot myself, that's how pitiful his parents were. They'd never introduced him to guns. Ever! I mean, how strange is that? Not that he was a good shooter, even with my encouragement he wouldn't put serious time in on the range, just like I'd never been able to persuade him to take up Tae Kwon Do or even (hush my mouth and wash it out with soap), Judo or even, god forbid and I promise a couple of Hail Mary's in repentance for my sin, a Karate McDojo. But at least I'd got him to the stage where he could point a handgun in the right direction and ease the trigger back without closing his eyes and he could now get the round near the target. Not hit it, but at least near it.

I think it was the "don't squeeze it like it's my nipple, be gentle" that made him miss that last time though. For some reason the Instructor working with Steve was doubled over choking or something after that. I mean, if I hadn't been so head over heels for Steve, I'd have put him right there along with Frenchmen, Gay guys and Liberals. But he was my guy so I gave him the benefit of the doubt. When it was my turn to shoot I drew a little heart on the target with my rounds just to show Steve how much I loved him. I love that 17 round magazine you can get for the SR9, you can just pound away. And I use 9mm by the way. Nice round and the Ruger SR9's a good handgun for a girl my size but really, I'd love to be able to shoot a 1911 competently. There's just something about a 1911 that made me go all shivery inside. I'd tried my Dad's Kimber 1911 Ultra Aegis II recently and really liked it. Maybe for Christmas? If I was extra nice to my Dad?

But I digress. 

It was makeout time and Steve's thoughts were identical to mine, although I was first into the family room and onto our favorite makeout spot, a huge soft sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace. I loved that rug. I loved the feel of the soft silky wool against my skin as I lay on it. I loved the way I looked as I lay on it, pale olive on a background of white. I peeled my t-shirt off and then I was on the rug waiting as Steve peeled his shirt and shirts off and joined me. We had all the time in the world, there was no hurry so I pushed Steve onto his back and started kissing him everywhere. He smelt delicious and I loved the way his cock strained against his boxer shorts, like it just wanted to leap out at me. 

When my fingertips stroked him there through the thin cotton material he groaned. I could tell he wanted to roll over on top of me and rub himself on me till he came. His cock jerked upwards. I loved that spontaneous autonomic reaction. I just knew right away that his cock loved me too, whenever it did that. A girl always likes to feel wanted! I smiled happily as I propped myself up on one elbow next to him and jammed a breast into his mouth, holding his head as he sucked hard. God, I loved it when he did that, it just felt so, so good!

"Jesus Steve, I wish you had two mouths," I blurted out, doing my best to push my entire breast into his mouth and happily succeeding. He licked my nipple right then and it drove me wild so that I sobbed out loud as his hand touched me between my legs. 

"I wish I had three," he did his best to growl just before he started in on my other breast. God, I really wished he had three mouths too!

Did I mention skin-tight lycra? I'd bought an additional pair of those shorts to wear just with Steve, not for running, that were a size too small. On purpose, I might add, and that lycra really hugged me. It was tight enough that I knew his fingers could feel all my most intimate contours, and I could see that it drove him wild with excitement. Especially because I was so wet that the material was soaked right through. When his finger pressed against me, it pressed the lycra right in between my labial lips and just like that, I had an orgasm that just about left me blind. 

Maybe not blind but I saw stars. Lots and lots of stars! When I finally opened my eyes again I was lying on my back with Steve smiling down at me. I was just lying there panting, limp, and totally helplessly brain dead with no idea how I got there. Honestly, that was the first time Steve could have fucked me if he'd wanted to. I mean, right then, I was putty in his hands. Jelly. He could've peeled those shorts off me and done anything he wanted to me and I wouldn't have stopped him. I couldn't have stopped him. But Steve wasn't an aggressive kind of guy. He would never have done anything like that. So it didn't happen. All that happened was he rubbed himself against me and then came inside his boxers. Not for the first time, I wished he was a bit more pushy.

But it wasn't even eight o'clock. The night was young.

Steve went and cleaned himself up. While he did, I just lay there on the sheepskin looking cute and taking a quick catnap. When he returned I cuddled up topless on the couch with him to watch a movie. That was nice, and I lay with my head on his lap purring happily. I was in love and the guy I loved was with me and we were both next to naked and it was wonderful. Halfway through the movie, one of Steve's hands began to stroke me, my back, my shoulder, my arms, my neck. It felt awesome and I arched against him, easing over onto my back to look up at him, wanting nothing more than to look at him as he played with me. We both got what we wanted. I looked. Steve played.

He was always very gentle with his hands, it was almost a massage, relaxing and exciting at one and the same time. His hands ran over my stomach, my ribs, my arms, my shoulders, teased my breasts, toyed with my nipples until they were fully swollen and hard, dived down to my thighs and to run over my shorts so that I gasped and moaned a little and spread my legs wider to give him lots of room to touch me any way he wanted. He knew at least how to tease a girl and get her hot. Moving my head, I felt that nice hard intumescence growing next to my cheek, hidden beneath his (replaced) boxers and now, seeing it in such close proximity, I wanted to touch it, to explore it, even perhaps to kiss it. My heart raced at the thought.

It was right before my eyes when I turned my face towards him, a long thick bulge hidden only by a thin layer of grey cotton. I moved one hand up and brushed that bulge slowly with my fingertips, exploring its length and girth and shape. I wanted to see it, I wanted to touch it and feeling almost faint at my temerity, I stroked it with my fingers and moved my face closer and closer until it was almost brushing my nose. I really really wanted to see it. I took the waistband of his boxers in one hand and tugged it down, holding my breath as I saw the swollen purplish head of his cock emerge. Steve seemed to freeze, looking down at me and breathing hard as I examined the part of him that I could see.




Hayley's Party Ch. 00



After a long moment's hesitation, he lifted his hips and pushed his boxers down, freeing his cock and his balls. He was fully exposed to me now, right in front of my eyes. Although I'd felt it against me often enough now, I'd never seen a cock before and I was fascinated. My eyes took in the sight of him, erect and growing visibly, the purple head swelling until it had freed itself from the foreskin. It mushroomed and grew and stiffened before my eyes, jutting stiffly upwards right in front of my face. I could hear Steve breathing harder, his fingers running through my hair. I didn't realize it at the time but he must have been contemplating pushing my mouth down onto his cock. I'm glad he didn't, that would have been too much of a shock for a relatively innocent and inexperienced girl who was struggling right then to bring herself to touch this strange and exciting appendage that stood stiffly erect in front of her face.

What did happen was that I touched it gently with my fingertips, feeling his heat, feeling the silky skin over the steely hard shaft, running my fingers up towards the swollen head, exploring my new toy as my heart pounded and my sex pulsed wetly between my legs. My fingertips touched him everywhere, from the small hole at its apex, around the ridge delineating the helmet from the shaft, tracing down it's throbbing length to where it thrust outwards from his body, and then further down to stroke his balls. All the time I was touching him, Steve leaned back against the couch, his fingers running through my hair, over my shoulders, caressing my small breasts. I could hear him breathing faster and I had an inkling of what he wanted.

At last I took his shaft fully in my hand, holding it, marveling again at its length and its girth as I clasped it. I was making a circle of my index finger and thumb and beginning to tentatively stroke him. Soon, stroking wasn't enough. I wanted to feel that hard cock on my body, on my skin. I didn't have the courage to actually kiss it then. That would come later. On this evening I simply slid off the couch and onto my knees on the floor, drawing him towards me as I lay back. Steve followed me compliantly, moving between the legs that I'd spread wide for him to kneel between as he moved, legs that I parted for him for the first time in our relationship. As I lay back, he moved down to lie on me and now, also for the first time, I welcomed his weight not just on me but between my legs, legs that I drew back and spread wide so as to cradle him between them as he lay one me, feeling his erect and nakedly exposed shaft pressing hard and hot against my sex, separated from my flesh by nothing but that thin layer of wet black lycra. 

Those small lycra running shorts were all I was wearing and the material was thin. Steve was naked and now I could feel the contours of his rigid hardness as he began to rub himself against me. I lay beneath him moaning my excitement into his mouth as he kissed me, his naked chest pressing hot and hard against my naked breasts, my feet riding the backs of his thighs, my hands stroking his back. I encouraged him and welcomed his use of my body in a close simulation to actual sex. 

His movements went on and on, his breath hot on my ear and in my hair, his hands holding me, brushing my hair back, his lips closing on mine and kissing me hard, his tongue deep in my mouth. And then at last he had come, a frantic spasm of movement against me and for the first time he came on me. I felt a hot wet spurting onto the exposed skin of my stomach, a flood of hot liquid that had spread between our bodies as he pumped out onto me. I lay there looking up at him, wide-eyed and moaning with my own excitement, his spurting emissions coated my skin. Afterwards, after he had rolled off me, I had lain there and run my fingertips through the sticky liquid that filled my navel and clung stickily to my stomach while he had used his hand to rub me to a moaning climax all of my own. 

For as long as we'd dated, there had been some sort of unconscious agreement between Steve and I that once something had been permitted, from then on it was always on the table. Steve coming on me was no exception. From then on, whenever we were alone and free of any risk of interruption, I would strip down to nothing but my panties and Steve would end up naked. Then we'd go on to explore each other's body, touching each other, exciting each other. The only rules that remained were that nothing was permitted inside my panties - that last vestige of my cultural and familial conditioning remained as intact as my virginity - and Steve's cock did not get serviced by my mouth.

Not yet, anyhow.

For the next few weeks, I eagerly awaited every weekend to repeat the act with Steve. I welcomed his naked body pressing hotly against mine, I welcomed the feel of him riding me between me widespread legs, separated from my body by nothing more than the thin lycra shorts or my panties. I welcomed his culmination and the hot spurting flood of his male semen on my skin as his body convulsed against me. I also began to use my hand on him, stroking his cock until he came on me, shooting his cum onto my breasts onto my stomach, onto my panties and even onto my face.

That hadn't been entirely voluntary the first time, but I also hadn't objected. I was kneeling in front of him stroking him hard, knowing his climax was coming fast. His hand had closed over mine just as he started to come, pointing as cock at my face as that first spurting eruption jetted free. His come splashed across my nose and cheeks. It was immediately followed by more as I closed my eyes, feeling his cum impact onto my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, my lips, a veritable flood of it. I have to say, I loved him coming on me, I loved to see his culmination, to know that I was satisfying him, that he was enjoying my body as much as I was enjoying servicing him. After the initial surprise as he came on my face, I welcomed that too. Whatever he desired, I wanted to give him. Except my virginity of course.

He'd even given me a facial once in the back of Joe's truck with Joe in the front making out with his own date. Steve was lying back as I jerked him off and then he came on my face. Afterwards, I'd been dreadfully embarrassed when, as he dropped me off home, Joe had said, "Hang on a minute" and used a wet wipe to clean my hair. "Got some cum in your hair Hayley," he'd remarked, as cool and matter-of-fact as if I'd had chocolate milk stains around my mouth. I'd blushed but I appreciated the concern. I sure didn't want to arrive home with cum in my hair. 

We'd double-dated with Joe in his truck many times since I became Steve's girlfriend. I haven't really talked about Joe yet, but he was cool. Joe and Steve had been best friends for years despite being in many ways complete opposites. Where Steve was shy and thin and almost nerdy, Joe was a muscular extrovert and almost a total jock and popular with almost everyone. A jock with brains and charm mind you, but still a jock. He liked to fight as well, but he'd never trained in any of the martial arts. He was a brawler and he used to tease me a lot about my Tae Kwon Do. Joe and I got on well. He didn't see me as just a piece of cute Asian tail that was dating his buddy. He saw me as a piece of cute Asian tail with awesome martial arts skills!

Anyhow, like I said, Joe was a jock and for some reason he and Steve had been the best of buddies from when they first learned to crawl. Joe looked after Steve right through elementary school and then High School, and from what I heard, University as well. He'd been happy for Steve when Steve and I first started dating and while Joe came across as one of those macho "bad boys" to everyone else; to me he was always a gentleman. Well, maybe not a gentleman but he was nice to me and he never tried anything on with me. He did tease Steve a lot about me, but never in a nasty way.

Joe rode a Harley for fun in summer but he also used his Dad's spare truck, a big double cab F150. As I mentioned, Steve and I had been on quite a few double dates with Joe in that truck. They usually ended up with Joe and whatever girl he was dating getting it on in the front while Steve and I made out in the back. That was embarrassing every now and then, like when Joe's date was a girl I knew from High School, but it was the only game in town on some of those weekend dates if I wanted to go out with Steve so I gamely went along. Well, one thing I knew from those dates was that Joe just about always scored. 

God knows what he was like at university but back home with the other girls at high school, he was hugely successful. The girls all talked about Joe, saying all he wanted was to score and that he'd dump a girl right after she gave it up to him. But they all dated him anyhow, and he pretty much scored with all of them, including the ones that said he'd dump a girl after he got what he wanted. They were right of course, he usually did. None of them lasted long.

The first time Steve and I double dated with Joe I was so embarrassed all I would do was kiss Steve. The sounds from the front seat totally disconcerted and embarrassed me, as did the sight of Nicole's feet waving around above the seat while she moaned and the F150 rocked on its wheels. I could tell Steve was getting excited but me? No way was I going there in the same cab as Joe and his girlfriend. I changed my mind on our second double date. I hadn't seen Steve for a couple of weeks and we had one evening that weekend where we could go out together and neither of us wanted to waste it.

Before too long my top was wide open, my bra was on the floor somewhere and my jeans were down around my knees. I was doing my best to ignore the sounds from the front as Steve's cock rubbed deliciously against me. When he finally shot off all over my stomach I was moaning happily. Another barrier had been broken - sex, if not in public, then with someone else around - and from then on, I simply closed my eyes and ears and ignored Joe and whatever girl he was with as best I could. I still wouldn't let Steve take my clothes off though, he had to make do with whatever could be unfastened or pushed up or out of the way.

I've mentioned before that there were two last barriers that I wouldn't let Steve cross. I wouldn't let his cock into my mouth and I wouldn't take my panties off, nor would I let anything inside my panties. In time of course, that second to last barrier eventually fell, Steve's cock made its way into my mouth and I rather shyly gave my first blowjob. Claire had of course given me instructions, or at least guidance, a long time ago. "Just open your mouth and let him stick his cock in, he'll do the work. You can learn the rest on the job." 

Coincidentally, the first blowjob I gave Steve was at Claire's, in her basement. We were watching a movie and making out. By now I had rather fewer inhibitions about making out with others around, at least where Joe and Claire and their respective dates were concerned anyhow. Steve and I were on one of the couches half undressed, I was busy stroking Steve's cock with what I thought was panache and style, when Steve blurted out, "Hayley, I want you to suck my cock."

I'd looked at Steve and blinked. "What?" Steve never demanded anything.

He'd been lying there looking at me anxiously. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Claire and whoever making out on the other couch. At least, I could see his back and one of Claire's legs up on the back of the couch. The movie drowned any noises they were making. Steve was stroking my thighs under my skirt, brushing my panties with his fingertips and me, I was shivering with excitement.

"I want you to put my cock in your mouth and suck on it," he encouraged me.

"Uhhhh." I wasn't sure about this. I looked at it, my hand still slowly stroking him. I liked the way it felt, all silky skin and steely hard beneath. I liked the way it looked too, it was exciting to look at it and to know what it was for. But to put it in my mouth? I'd thought about it before and hadn't, but tonight it was the look on his face that made up my mind. That puppy-dog "please please please" look that just made me melt every single time. That and his fingers brushing my panties right where I wanted him to touch me but where I wasn't going to let him in. I melted. 

"Uhhhhh..." I swallowed nervously as I continued to stroke him with my hand. I so loved holding his cock. "Ummm ... Okay." I hastily added, "I've never done this before Steve .. I ..uhhh ... I'm not really sure what to do."

He smiled. And then he kissed me for a long time. "I know." We kissed again. "Maybe Claire could help?" He grinned and I knew he was joking.

"No way." I wasn't.

But Claire had told me about blowjobs. Very descriptively. I knew the theory. But as I lowered my head and reality stared me in the face, I swallowed nervously, and realized that theory was just that. 

Theory. 

But I slid down the couch anyway, until my face was level with his stomach. I was looking down at him while I stroked him with my hand. I knew that tonight I was going to do as he asked me. Steve knew that too, I could tell by his confidence, by the way his hand was on the back of my head, lightly pushing my face downwards towards his shining purple glans. Almost instinctively I opened my mouth. His cock slid through my lips, his hips jerked, his hands held my head, his cock slipped even further into my mouth, my tongue slid over the head of him and down the shaft and I swallowed and tasted him for the first time.

I ran my tongue around the glans and licked a large drop of what I would later know was pre-cum from the tip. The taste of his pre-cum disconcerted me, but it didn't slow me down or stop me. After a few moments of licking and gentle movements of my lips on his shaft, I opened my mouth wide and took him in as far as I could. I slid my lips down his shaft, taking him until the tip of his cock brushed the back of my mouth, pulling back until only the head of his cock was inside. Recalling his excited movements as he humped me, I bobbed my head on him, my mouth servicing his cock diligently. Each time I took as much of him in as I could and did my best to press and move my tongue on him as I did so, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, enjoying his groan of pleasure

He smiled as I looked up at him. "Fuck that's good Hayley." 

I shivered with excitement at the immensely satisfied tone of his voice, the desire there, the enjoyment. Holding my head in both his hands, he began moving his cock in my mouth, a little more vigorously than I had managed with my bobbing, his cock thrusting into my mouth rather than sliding. He was using deeper strokes. All of a sudden he was feeding me half of his cock with every thrust and I was just hanging on, trying not to let his cock too far in and choke me. I did my best to cooperate, my lips staying clamped on his shaft, my tongue doing its best to work on him as he moved.

"God, I love watching your lips wrapped round my cock."

Shit, he said that so loud. Claire would be able to hear, he'd know what I was doing, But with my mouth full I wasn't exactly in a position to say anything. We were both breathing hard now. Steve's heavy breathing was caused by his excitement. Mine was caused by trying to suck in air around the cock that was filling my mouth. I could sense his quivering excitement and from his excited noises and his breathing and the way he pumped his cock into my mouth that he was almost there. 

I hadn't even thought about what was going to happen when he came and in the end I didn't have any choice. I felt his shaft throb between my lips, his hands held my head, he groaned and I felt him spurt out against the roof of my mouth, filling my mouth with his warm cum so that I had to swallow and swallow. My whole body quivered, my mouth opened as I climaxed myself and as I cried out, his cock escaped my mouth, spurting onto my face and down my neck as his cum escaped from my lips and trickled down my chin. I collapsed face down in his lap, his last drops of cum spurting into my hair.

Cleaning up that night was a bitch.

Claire didn't say a thing.

After that, when we double-dated, I was giving Steve regular blowjobs in the back of Joe's truck while Joe did his stuff with his girl-of-the-week in the front. But it was still a little embarrassing, especially when Joe called out that one time to ask me if I was swallowing because he didn't want to have to clean the upholstery again. I liked giving Steve blowjobs, feeling him getting more and more excited, then twisting around to kneel in the confined space at the back of the cab and position my face just above his cock as I slowly stroked him. Then my head would descend, I would open my mouth wide and take as much of his cock into my mouth as I could in one big gulping slide of my lips down his shaft before servicing him with a regular bobbing of my head until he came, filling my mouth with his come.

The noises we made, our gasps and moans and heavy breathing would fill the interior of the cab even with Joe and his dates own noisy accompaniment from the front seat. Steve and I had learned to ignore the noises from the front and concentrate on our own pleasure. But after Steve had finished with me, I would often lie there and listen to Joe and his date, imaging those sounds in the front came from me, that I was the one being fucked. So I guess you could say that in some ways I knew Joe fairly well.

After our dates, even if I'd climaxed myself, which I often did, I would go to bed quivering with excitement, replaying in my mind everything we had done and tremulously picturing more - and as I've mentioned, not just with Steve. Claire of course was full of advice and suggestions. Mostly along the lines of "just do it." Thanks Claire. That wasn't how I thought and she knew it but she liked teasing me. But increasingly I wanted to take her advice. I'd done everything with Steve. 

Everything except let him touch my sex and fuck me. 

On our last date, two weeks ago, I'd almost done it with Steve. Almost! I'd been so tempted, so very tempted to just slip my panties off and let him have me. Thinking of making love with Steve had been in the back of my mind for weeks now. I knew it was a major step, even an irrevocable step, but it was one that was increasingly coming to believe I was ready for. I was eighteen after all, Steve and I were in love and the only thing holding me back was that cultural indoctrination. Our last date, two weeks ago, had finally removed any hesitation I felt. We'd watched a movie at Steve's and halfway through the movie, we both became far more interested in making out. By now we were skilled at undressing each other and it was always Steve that was naked and me in nothing but my panties.

But that night, as I lay beneath him breathing hard, wearing nothing but my panties, I kept thinking as he rubbed himself against me that all that stood between his cock and taking me was a thin layer of cotton and his self-control. And I wanted him. In the heat of that moment, as I felt his cock nudging at my sex through my panties, I decided. I opened my mouth to tell him, my hands were starting to push my panties down when he came in a flood. Damn! In my own bed after that date, I knew my mind was made up. Steve didn't know it yet, but he was going to get lucky. 

I also knew Joe was arranging a party at his parent's house, and Joe was Steve's best friend. His parents were away for the long weekend and Joe was going to make the most of it. So was I. So after I'd decided this was it, I was going all the way with Steve, I needed somewhere here we could spend the night together. I didn't want this just to be a quickie. I wanted the whole deal. Sleep together. Wake up in the morning and gaze upon my loved one with sparkling eyes, ready to give him a morning blowjob to start the day with. 




Hayley's Party Ch. 00



And I knew Joe was throwing that party and his parents would be away while Steve's parents would be around. The solution to my problem seemed to be obvious - Steve and I would stay over at Joe's. God knows his parents' house was big enough and there were enough spare bedrooms. I called Joe up and asked him if I could stay over.

"Sure Hayley," he'd said. "With Steve or with me?"

I'd laughed. "With Steve of course, Joe, what did you think?"

"That I might get lucky."

"No chance." I'd giggled.

"Well, okay." He sounded like he wanted to tease me but he wasn't going to. "I guess it's about time Steve loses it. You too Hayley, you guys have been dancing around each other for years, so you finally decided you wanted a taste of the old pork sword, huh?"

"Jesus Joe!" 

But Joe had just laughed. "Okay okay, no problem, you guys stay over."

I couldn't wait.

So come Friday morning, as I mentioned at the beginning, there we were; me beside my Dad in the front of the car, my Mom in the back, on our way to Dim Sum with Dad's clients. And I planned to make love with Steve tonight at Joe's party. All was well with the world! But first, Dim Sum!



Hayley's Party Ch. 01 Pt. A







Hayley's Party Ch. 01 Pt. A



"Just getting together at Claire's," I told them, in all honesty. 

That was true, we were. No need to tell my parent's all the details about what was going to happen after we got together at Claire's. Of course I never lied to my parents, I just told you why! Perhaps I didn't give them all the details, but that was merely to ensure their happiness, a duty every child owes their parents. My parents had told me that often enough. I did my best to ensure they were happy. Perhaps not in quite the way they intended but we were all equally happy as a result. 

Dad dropped Mom off at home, waiting while I grabbed my Tae Kwon Do bag from beside the front door where I kept it, throwing that and my backpack with the clothes I'd packed for Claire's into the back of Dad's beaten up old Jeep Sahara. Dad always drove beat up old cars, I had no idea why. It wasn't like we couldn't afford better ones. Well, it was his money, not mine. Master Kim's school was more or less on his way in to the office. We passed a group of tall dark-skinned teenagers hanging around on a corner as we drove into downtown. Those new Somali refugee kids! We had a few at High School now, some of them had been causing a bit of trouble almost from their first day. Can't say I liked them that much but I was kinda neutral on them, they hadn't given me any grief. Dad looked at them and shook his head.

"Can't those kids find something better to do than hang around? They're turning into a real nuisance. Roger told me they caught them breaking into a few cars downtown last night, but they can't do anything much about them." Dad looked thoughtful for a moment, then looked at me, his expression clearing, turning into a quick smile. I shrugged. Not my worry, nothing I could do about it. We pulled up outside Master Kim's. I gave Dad a quick peck on the cheek before opening the door.

"Bye Dad, see you tomorrow lunchtime."

"Okay Hayley, you have fun at Claire's. Call and let me know if you go anywhere else." He winked at me. He probably suspected we were going to watch X-rated movies or something. I didn't mind, that was far better than knowing about my planned all-nighter with Steve. 

"Of course I will Dad, but don't worry, we aren't going anywhere else." Slinging my backpack on, I hefted my kitbag over my shoulder and let myself into the School. Public Holiday and no scheduled classes today, this afternoon was going to be a light workout by myself. I didn't want any new bruises before tonight anyway. I always had a few but my current set was mostly almost gone.

Training on my own was good. I did a long intense warmup, ran through a whole series of poomsae, then a solid hour of kicking and punching the dust of the bags followed by another hour of rolls, falls and practicing throws, takedowns and combos with the dummy. To wrap things up I moved into a last hour of weapons training. By the time I'd finished I was totally relaxed, loose and feeling good. In the change room, after peeling of my sweat-soaked dobok, t-shirt and panties, I headed gratefully for the showers. Long and hot, with lots of shampoo and lather to wash away the sweat. That was one of the nice things about training on my own. I got the showers to myself which meant I could stay there as long as I liked.

Washing the shampoo and soap off, I found myself thinking of tonight. Thinking of my wonderful Steve! It felt good thinking of him, how wonderful he was, how much he loved me, how much I loved him. Every time I thought about Steve I just glowed happily. How much more perfect could life be? Smiling, I ran soapy hands over my breasts, over my stomach and my thighs. The water rinsing over me heightened the anticipation I was feeling as I thought of Steve taking me. Tonight it would happen. I was tempted to touch myself, to bring myself to an orgasm while thinking about Steve. I wanted to be so wild with him, to encourage him to take me and do whatever he wanted to me, to encourage him to let himself go and take me with him. I just knew tonight was going to be good. 

Breathing hard, I forced my hands to behave themselves, which was definitely a challenge. My hands so did NOT want to behave themselves. But I made them. Stepping out of the shower, I leisurely dried myself, feeling my anticipation, my eagerness, riding it as I felt it building within me. Placing my Tae Kwon Do bag in my locker, I knew it'd be there for me for tomorrow afternoon's training. Dressed, I slung my backpack on and bounced upstairs to the entrance. That reminded me that I needed to call Claire for my ride. I flipped out my cellphone and hit the button.

"Hi Claire, I've just finished training at Kim's, can you come pick me up?"

"Sure, no problem, I'll be over in ten minutes."

It was actually more like twenty minutes before Claire pulled up outside Master Kim's. She grinned at me as I dropped my backpack in the back seat and jumped in. "All ready? We're going to have a bunch of people sleeping over." She winked at me. "Not just us girls tonight!"

"Your parents really are gone for the weekend aren't they?"

'"Yeah, they've already left, don't worry! I took them to the airport, I made sure the plane left, they're not coming back until Sunday. We're good!"

It didn't take long to get to Claire's. Only a few minutes! "How many people are coming around?" I asked as we parked in the garage.

"Not so many." Claire shrugged. "About forty I think, we'll see, most of the ones I invited should turn up, we're going to use the basement rec room, the neighbors won't hear anything if we're down there. That soundproofing Dad had put in really works!" She grinned at me. "You still planning on Steve sleeping over too? I know Joe is, he already asked."

"Oh yeah, Steve's going to be staying!" I was almost bouncing up and down on my toes with enthusiasm. No, I did not have any qualms about losing my virginity. Not tonight and not to Steve. Honestly, I couldn't wait! I suspect my eagerness was showing.

"Lucky Steve." Claire was laughing at me. "I guess you really are planning on going all the way tonight! So you know, if you need any tips from your best friend, ask now before everyone starts arriving." Yup! That was my best friend! Of course, I knew she hadn't been a virgin for quite some time. She'd given me a graphically detailed description the day after she'd lost it - and it hadn't been to her then boyfriend either. She'd lost it to her then boyfriend's Dad a couple of days after her eighteenth birthday. Claire thought it was funny. I'd been shocked. I mean, Claire was actually a bit younger than me and her boyfriend's Dad was almost the same age as my Dad for god's sake! Good looking, but old! Whatever! It'd been her decision. But her thing about older guys did concern me a bit! I shook myself.

"Nope, I think I know what to do." I grinned back. "Anyway, which bedroom do I get to use?" Usually when I stayed over I just slept in her bed with her.

"How about using the attic bedroom? It's up there on its own; no-one'll hear a thing from you, even if you scream your head off."

I laughed. "As if! Who else is staying over?" 

"Apart from you and Steve? Half a dozen of the girls I think, Mike of course, a couple of the other guys and Joe. He says he has some girl lined up, asked if he and Steve could stay. He always gets lucky, that guy. There'll probably be a few more on the couches in the basement after it's all over but whatever."

I grinned. I knew Joe. God knows we'd double dated enough. There was no luck about it with him. He damn near always scored. I felt a little sorry for the girl, whoever she was, but hey, if she said yes to Joe, she was going to get what she wanted. Just like I was going to get what I wanted tonight! And Joe was nothing if not honest. If a girl didn't know about him, he made sure she did before he had her. He was never underhand about how he went about it. It was just that there was some kind of animal magnetism about him, something that had girls throwing themselves on their backs and spreading their legs for him. Even I felt it and I was about as attached to Steve as a girl could be attached to her guy. Every now and then I even admitted to myself that if it hadn't been for Steve, I might have succumbed to Joe's charm. Might? I knew I would have! Whatever he had, he had it in spades.

"I'll go take my bag upstairs then."

"Go for it, I'm going to check the rec room and then grab a beer and wait by the front door. I told everyone to come early." Claire waited until I'd started for the stairs before she added "Did you get some condoms, I have some spares if you need them."

I giggled. "I did think about that Claire, honest, I've got my own!"

She grinned after me as I bounced up the stairs two at a time. Of course I'd brought my own condoms! My parents didn't have an idiot for a daughter! Steve would never think to be prepared. Not after I'd made it clear so many times that he wasn't getting into my panties. I smiled happily. He'd get the surprise of his life tonight when he did!

I'd stayed over at Claire's so often that I knew her house as well as my own. Steve and I had made out here on more than the odd occasion in the past when Claire's parents weren't around. Or even down in the rec room when they were. The large old bedroom in the attic had a huge old four poster bed that I loved. Claire and I had slept there a few times. For tonight, I had a few candles in my bag to give the room more of a romantic ambience come the moment. Actually, I'd been rather more adventurous than just candles. I'd gone and bought an assortment of condoms at the supermarket last week. There was such a big range to choose from, I'd been totally at a loss when it came to making a choice! What should I pick? 

I hadn't anticipated the range and I certainly hadn't done any research beforehand! Selecting them had been pretty much guesswork because I really didn't know much about them. In the end I'd opted for a large package of Trojan Bareskins. The Regular and Lubricated ones. This being my first time, I figured lubricated would be good even though I'd gotten myself all wet just thinking about it. Better safe than sorry. "Studded Bareskin" looked interesting but I didn't think that, being a virgin, I really needed the "maximum stimulation" the advertising said they provided. I'd bought some though. I'd also bought some "Her Pleasure Ultra Ribbed" and a box of "Rough Rider Studded". 

I think I'd bought them just because of those names. I guess you could call that success in advertising. Just looking at them made me shiver with excitement! In fact, after I'd bought them, I'd taken them home and studied the boxes and even opened one of each to see and feel what they were like and how they worked. I'd used a cucumber to find out how you put them on (I threw that cucumber away afterward, honest...). I'd never been a Girl Scout but that didn't mean I shouldn't be prepared. Just looking at them rolled onto that cucumber and touching them with my fingers got me so wet and hot I had to play with myself as I studied them. Maybe we weren't going to use those Studded or Ribbed or Rough Rider condoms right away, but I did like the thought of being "rough ridden" and as for "Bareback", just the thought had me climaxing so hard I had to roll onto my stomach and bury my face in the pillow to muffle the noises I made.

God, I was so looking forward to rolling one onto Steve's cock and doing some product testing. I was already wet just standing there thinking about it! Maybe I should just go and see if Steve had arrived and drag him right back up here and get started. I thought about that seriously for a moment before deciding that no, I was enjoying that sense of anticipation and I wanted to prolong it, to draw it out, to savor it. This was going to be my first time and it was going to be good. Good? It was going to be fantastic!

In that big attic bedroom, I looked around. Time to get the room ready! Then change for the party. I took my time making up the bed, finding some clean sheets and pillowcases in the linen cupboard. Delving into my backpack, I pulled out the box of scented candles and found safe places to stand them. This was going to be perfect. Speaking of safe, I dived into the backpack again, took out a couple of the small boxes of condoms and stashed them under the pillows after I made sure they were the lubricated ones. NOT the studded ones. Not tonight! I may not have been a Girl Scout but tonight of all nights I was certainly going to be prepared. The Chu family so did NOT need an additional and unplanned member! Not courtesy of me anyway.

As for clothes, it was early-Fall weather. Nice and warm and besides, we were indoors. I wanted to excite Steve, get him in the mood. I'd brought the shortest skirt I'd ever owned to wear. A brand new black pleated one that I'd bought for tonight that would show of my legs, which I thought were my second best feature after my face. Okay, not being overly modest or anything, I think I'm pretty! Anyhow, I knew Steve liked my legs. A tight black knitted cotton tank top that was a size to small finished my outfit off. No bra. Simple and sexy. Underneath the skirt, some brand new lacy black thong panties that I'd bought on the quiet and kept hidden away from my Mom's eyes. That should be more than enough. I laid my clothes out on the bed and dived into the bathroom.

A quick shower and a final quick shave to make sure everything was just perfect. I'd actually only finally shaved my sex bare for the first time last night after thinking about it for a week. Should I? Shouldn't I? I'd been in a quandary about it for days. I hadn't asked Claire, this was one dilemma I'd kept to myself. But I really wanted to look my sexiest for Steve. In the end, I'd made a decision and shaved myself completely. I didn't have much pubic hair to start with but when I did it, I knew exactly why I wanted to shave it all off. I was going to show Steve my body. I was going to show Steve all of my body. I was going to be completely naked for him. I was going to reveal the most intimate part of my body to him. He was going to take me and make love to me. Before he did, I wanted to titillate him and excite him to the utmost of my ability. To shave myself there, to shave myself completely, made me feel even sexier than I already felt. I knew Steve would like that. Like it? I knew he would love it!

A dab of deodorant and a very faint hint of my favorite perfume, chenxiang. I only used my chenxiang for totally special occasions. One of Dad's clients from China had given me a small bottle as a gift. I'd almost died when I found out how expensive it was. But tonight with Steve was definitely an occasion worth using it for. I just loved the smell, it was the most exquisite fragrance imaginable and a faint hint on my skin was just what was called for. Some lip gloss, brush and tie my hair up into its usual ponytail, check myself in the mirror and I was ready. 

Except for the clothes of course! Note to self! Must remember the clothes! At least until I was back up here with Steve. I slipped those minuscule black lace thong panties on and did a slow pirouette in front of the mirror, admiring myself, feeling very daring and sexy. If that didn't get Steve going, nothing would. Looking at myself in them certainly got me going! I didn't bother with makeup. I was pretty enough without it in my own humble opinion and my skin didn't need that kind of crap on it. On with the tank top and skirt which only took a second. I was ready to party. I was ready for Steve. 

Half of me felt anticipatory excitement. The other half was scared to death at the thought of walking out that bedroom door in nothing but that very short dress with the black lace thong beneath and the tank top with no bra. I'd never dressed like this before. Never. I felt exposed in a way I'd never felt before, even in a bikini. That scared me. At the same time knowing how I looked excited me. There was still time to change into something more conservative. I thought of Steve. I thought of everyone else seeing me dressed like this, all those other guys at the party. My sex pulsed under the black lace, generated a hot wetness that reflected my excitement. With a little shiver, I pushed my fears down, bit my bottom lip, squeezed my thighs together for a second and turned towards the door.

Time to roll!

Padding downstairs, I could see people were turning up now, kicking of their shoes by the front door. There was quite a pile there already. I knew most of the group I saw Claire with in the foyer. She already had the sound system fired up as well. Real music, none of that club crap either. Heavy Metal! Loud! Thank god for Claire's taste in music! Thank god we were in the basement and the rec room was soundproofed! I recognized Nightwish and Tarja right away. Romantic Heavy Metal! "While Your Lips Are Still Red." Classic! I'd actually cried the first time I heard that song. It's absolutely the most beautiful piece of music I've ever heard. I can't even describe how much that particular song meant to me. It's sweet and it's touching and it's kind of sad. Beautiful! A Masterpiece! It was just was the most perfect start to the evening that I could have imagined!

Steve had arrived already. He was down in the rec room. His reaction as I walked in was perfect too. He saw me right away. I smiled happily as his eyes bugged out. I never wore really short skirts when we went out, at least, nowhere near this short. Every now and then he kind of hinted I should show more of myself, especially my legs. Well, tonight his wish had been granted. If I bent over, I'd be flashing my panties to the world. Jeez, if I even started to bend over, I'd flash the world! Not that there was much of my panties to flash! It'd be my butt they'd see! 

Yes, my skirt was that short and the lace thong I wore was that miniscule. A small triangle of black lace and the rest was about the same size and thickness as dental floss. It covered my sex, just, and not much else, which I guess was what it was supposed to do. But still, I felt like I was almost naked underneath that skirt and believe me, THAT was exciting. And scary! I'd never worn thong panties before and it felt very different. I hadn't worn a bra either. I'd never done that in public before and I knew it would turn Steve on. He loved it when I didn't wear a bra for him when it was just him and me! He'd told me often enough I didn't need a bra and hinted I shouldn't bother when we went out together. Now I was doing what he'd asked me to do, for him, in public. Or at least, with other people around! I knew he'd like that too! And later tonight, he'd have another wish granted as well!

"Whoooaaaa, nice skirt!" It was Joe that whistled as I walked up to Steve and him. 

I wished Steve would whistle like that but the expression on his face was reward enough! Yup, Joe was with Steve. Those two were pretty much inseparable. Sometimes I wished they weren't. But then again, Joe was pretty cool. And he had a way with girls. I mean, I'd never looked when we'd double dated in Joe's big F150, but I could pretty much tell what he did with them in the front seat and it used to get me all hot and bothered. His instructions sometimes got pretty explicit when he told them what he was going to do to them or what he wanted. Why girls would let him to that sort of thing to them, I had no idea. Especially if they were virgins and I knew some of them had been. It was easy to tell from the noises they made. And those girls, they'd let him do it to them with Steve and I in the back, listening, knowing that Steve and I would know what he was doing to them. The girls almost always looked embarrassed afterwards. But they also looked flushed and happy.

Joe was eyeing both my legs and my nipples where they pushed out the thin knitted cotton of my tank-top. I'd already had a good few looks like that just walking across the rec room! In general, I liked guys looking at me that way but that was when I wore rather more than I was wearing tonight. Tonight those looks were both very scary and very exciting. Steve reacted the same way, which was good. That was why I'd dressed like this after all, to excite Steve. I guess it was a bit unrealistic to expect it wouldn't affect other guys the same way. I mean, I'd already had a few "looking good" or "looking hot" compliments from the guys. That gave me a thrill every time. I'd never really tried to attract guys, I'd been happy with Steve. Now I was feeling a little self-conscious about the looks and the compliments I was getting. My nipples were hard as well. 




Hayley's Party Ch. 01 Pt. A



I placed my hands on Steve's shoulders, stood on my toes and gave him a little kiss. His hands slid around me and that little kiss turned into a big passionate open mouthed game of tonsil hockey really quickly. I thought again about dragging Steve upstairs right away but I wanted to savor that anticipatory thrill I was feeling. I wanted to dance too. I loved dancing. With all that Tae Kwon Do training and running and weights I'm excessively fit, more than a little athletic and even though I never did dance classes, I'm just naturally good at dancing. Uninhibited was what Claire said! Personally, I thought that description applied more to Claire in general than to me, but when it came to dancing, I guess she was right. I was.

Steve was not so much into dancing but that didn't matter, I was really dancing for him, he could stand still if he liked and I'd still have fun dancing with him. I wanted to tease him and I was already feeling heady with slightly fearful excitement as we headed for the end of the big L-shaped rec room that was the dance floor. But I smiled happily as we started to move, I wanted to get Steve all excited and I certainly managed to do that over the next hour or so of frenetic motion. I got myself all hot and sweaty too! 

People kept on arriving as we danced. By nine or so pretty much everyone who'd been invited was crammed into Claire's basement. Forty of us, all dancing away to Claire's musical picks. Everyone knew everyone so it was cool. No uninvited guests. Not that anyone who wasn't welcome would have lasted long. Some of these guys were hard core. This was the country. Some people would call them rednecks and cowboys and crackers and crap like that but these guys were like my second family. We'd all grown up together. I might have been Chinese but I was one of us. We gave each other shit, the guys would have their little fights and disagreements and take a swing at each other and try and pick up each other's girls, but let an outsider come in and the ranks closed.

As for the girls, it was much the same. Wendy and I were the only Chinese girls in town in our age bracket, for the rest it was mostly white with a very small sprinkling of Hispanics and not many of them. This was fly-over country. Every now and then over the years Wendy and I had had a few "chinks" or "slant-eyes" or whatever thrown our way, but it was the same as with the guys. We'd all grown up together and we were "us". They could give us shit but god help anyone else that tried to. Although there were a couple of those bitches I wouldn't have saved from drowning... well, okay, I would have, but not until the bubbles started coming up and I'd pushed them back down a couple of times first! Those one's weren't friends of Claire's though, so they weren't here.

Claire was dancing with new boyfriend number 293 (his name was actually Mike - see - I knew). He followed her around like a puppy with his tongue hanging out. I swear, with a leash on, he would have looked perfect. I knew just from looking at them together that Claire was going to have a really good night! Wendy and Wendy's date turned up around nine thirty. Wendy was looking hotter than hot, dressed more or less the same as me although her skirt was a bit longer. There's just something about being a slender Chinese girl and wearing black! Wendy's date was looking a trifle shell-shocked. She was holding his hand tightly, leading him round with a happy "look what I got for Christmas" expression on her face. I guessed from that look that he'd already had his first blowjob of the evening on the way to the party. 

How sweet! 

I knew Wendy was a fast worker but sometimes she did surprise me. When she saw me her smile could've lighted up the barn. I dragged Steve off the dance floor towards her. Actually, he didn't take much dragging. He looked exhausted. That'd teach him for not doing anything fitness related. I'd told him he should workout, if not like me, at least like Joe! He never had though. It kind of bugged me a bit now and then but he was my boyfriend, I forgave him even though I wished he'd do something about it! I figured I'd have to go easy on him, he was going to have a lot demanded from him later on this evening. 

"Hi Hayley, this is Ryan." Wendy switched to Cantonese. "Isn't he just so hunky!" 

It's useful to be able to do that, the guys had no idea what we were saying. Where we lived, it's like having your own secret language. Hell, where we lived Cantonese IS our own secret language. Not that I think Ryan cared. And Steve was more than happy to take a break from dancing. He'd been sweating. Well, he was certainly going to do more sweating tonight. I'd better take care not to wear him out on the dance floor. What was a warm up to the main event for me would likely leave him prostrate on the floor. I didn't want him prostrate. Not until he'd had his wicked way with me. A number of times! All night if possible!

"Hey Steve, why don't you and Ryan go get some drinks for us, we'll meet you over in the corner there in fifteen minutes." I pointed. "You guys can talk while we dance."

I looked around for Claire. She'd already led her puppy onto the dance floor and she was playing with it. A game of tonsil hockey! It really really looked like she was going to have fun tonight from the way they were coordinating so well. Good puppy! Steve looked grateful. He really needed to work out more. 

"Sure, what would you girls like?" That was Ryan. Steve was just panting!

"Coke for me." I looked at Wendy. "Coke for me too." Neither of us were drinkers. Both of us had that Asian alcohol intolerance gene. A couple of drinks and we were all flushed bright red and totally faceless. We'd both found that out the hard way.

"You want to dance while they get the drinks?" I asked Wendy. 

"Oh yeah, that'd be cool." She liked to dance as much as I did.

Thirty seconds later we were on the dance floor and getting into it dancing with each other. Two hot looking Chinese girls. Both in short black skirts with tight black tank tops and long black hair in pony tails. Both of us good looking if I say so myself although Wendy's chest jiggled rather a lot more than mine! We were our own floor show and before too long we had a predominantly male audience. Neither one of us was overly shy. We grinned at each other and stepped it up a notch. Well, two or three notches really. Girls gone wild; that was us! I'd always liked risqué dancing and so did Wendy - and obviously so did the guys watching us. 

Both of us were buzzing on the attention - and the slightly catty looks from the other girls who should have been used to us by now. Slim pretty Chinese princesses - we rule the world! You have to be French or Gay not to like us! Or a big busty blonde cheerleader who's suddenly found that small, Asian and cute beats big titted and dyed blonde! An added bonus, with us black-haired Asian girls, the rug ALWAYS matches the drapes if you didn't dye your hair. If you went with the parquet flooring like I'd done tonight, what guy cared? Not that I cared a jot about other guys, just mine.

"You look like a cat with cream with Ryan!" I yelled into Wendy's ear over the music.

"Ohhhhhh, he's soooo tasty," she yelled back, "I did him in the car outside before we came in!" She licked her lips lasciviously. Sometimes Wendy could be so outrageous but I knew exactly what she meant. That was how I felt about Steve!

"You're bad, Wendy," I said, "but I hope you have fun with him." I grinned.

"Oh I will," she purred, then, "you and Steve still together? You guys've been together for, like, ages." Ohhhh, that was catty, Wendy! But I didn't care. I knew Wendy well! We could be catty with each other but neither of us really meant it. We just had fun. I knew she was just teasing me.

"Yeah," I smiled happily. "You know how I feel about him."

She laughed at me and I knew why but really, I didn't care. Steve might be a bit of a geek and Wendy might laugh at me but he was all mine! "Takes all sorts," was all she said. I grinned.

We kept the dancing up for a while, enjoying the continued attention. Wendy gestured to me with her eyes. I looked. Steve and Ryan were coming back. We met them right where I'd told them too and took the cold cokes gratefully. Wendy perched herself on Ryan's lap right away. Nothing loathe, I followed suite with Steve, one arm around his neck as I sipped on my coke, savoring that ice cold nectar of the gods before pressing the ice cold can against one breast, then the other. Steve's eyes were watching.

"Whoops," I said, looking down. 

The cold had made my nipples swell, pushing out stiffly against the thin and very tight-knitted cotton tank top. The condensation had also added a certain amount of wetness. Anyone for a wet tank-top competition? Ryan didn't notice. Wendy was busy kissing him. Passionately! I guess Ryan had definitely enjoyed finding out what it was like to have his brains sucked out through his cock. It didn't seem like he was going to offer any objections to a recurrence of that experience. 

I was hoping Steve would get a few ideas and start making out with me but nope, he was watching Wendy and Ryan. He was just too shy sometimes! There were times I was so excited I wouldn't have objected to making out in public as long as it didn't go too far. Like now! But Steve was just too inhibited. I could feel he was excited though. That hard bulge that pressed against my butt was what you'd call a giveaway. And I knew where that hard bulge was going to go later this evening, even if Steve had no inkling as yet. I got wet right away when I thought about that. Wet enough that I knew I was going to leave a damp patch on Steve's jeans.

Despite the fact that I was almost wriggling and panting with excitement, I told myself "no hurry, we have all night." I didn't want to rush things. I wanted to savor the anticipation and draw things out. I wanted to cherish this entire evening and all that it would bring. I nestled happily into Steve's arms, just enjoying being there. Really, there was no need to rush things. No need at all! Tonight was going to be a very special night for me. Not only that; actually spending the entire night with Steve would be a first for me too. A very big first! I mean, we'd made out together any number of times but actually spending the night together, sleeping in the same bed, waking up to see Steve beside me in the morning. And even better, waking up in the same bed and making love with Steve in the morning. Just the thought was heavenly. I didn't think it could get any better than this!

I thought excitedly of our making love for the first time. For trashy white girls that might be not such a big deal. For a Chinese girl from a very conservative Chinese family, let me tell you, this was a big deal! You're not supposed to give it up until that ring's on your finger, and even then ... well, you get the idea. This was a BIG event. For me anyway! I was of course still a virgin, having preserved my pearl beyond price up until now. Steve wasn't the sort of guy that ever pressured a girl, I knew that. Just as I knew that his hands would only get inside my panties because I let them. After all the times I'd fended Steve off, I knew that if they were to get there tonight, it would be because I'd taken the initiative to get them there. Perching on Steve's lap feeling his erection pressing hard against me, I'd totally one hundred percent made up my mind. I was going to take that initiative and Steve was going to take me!

Enough lazing around! I checked the time on Steve's watch. Wow! It was past ten already. My stomach tightened. My nipples hardened even more than they already were! My sex pulsed nervously! Soon, very soon, I would lead Steve off to that bedroom that waited for us up in the attic. I would lead him there and give myself to him. I was totally wet just thinking about it, but it was still a little early. Give it another hour or so, not too late, not too early. I'd better make sure Steve had a couple more good strong drinks to get those inhibitions of his down. I almost giggled. Usually it's the guy that tries to get a few drinks into the girl to get her relaxed and amenable. That fine line between relaxed and saying yes, and passed out and incapable of saying anything. With Steve, I had the same challenge, not one that a girl usually faces.

"Hey Steve," my tongue flickered over his ear.

"Yeah?" He was watching Wendy and Ryan kissing. Ryan's hand was under Wendy's tanktop. Yaaaay! Looking good Wendy! 

"You want me to get you a drink?"

"Sure Hayley, I'll wait for you right here."

I smiled happily. I knew he would. He was good like that. Some people would call Steve lazy. I rather thought of him as dependable! If he said he was going to stay somewhere, he did! I gave him a quick kiss and jumped up, tugging my skirt down a bit so I didn't flash my butt to the world, although I didn't mind giving Steve a brief flash. I smiled when I saw him look. He knew I'd caught him looking. He knew I wanted him to look. He smiled back at me as my eyes caught his. On my feet, I trotted off to the bar in the other corner of the rec room. Claire had cleared out all her Dad's "good stuff." This was what everyone had bought along and it was very much a bring-your-own dump-it-on-the-bar help-yourself kind of a party. I made a good stiff drink for Steve, coke and vodka with plenty of ice and lots of vodka. I didn't drink vodka myself but Joe had told me before that it didn't taste of anything much and I wanted Steve under the influence.

When I got back with his drink, Joe was sitting there talking with Steve. Wendy was sitting astride Ryan, holding his head in her hands and kissing him passionately. Ryan was giving her as good as he was getting, his hands were all over Wendy's butt under that little skirt of hers. I have to say, Wendy's butt is as nice as mine. Small and tight, no fat, just enough curves so that neither of us suffer from that Asian flat-butt syndrome that a big percentage of skinny Asian girls suffer from. I dunno, maybe its diet or something, but neither Wendy nor I suffered from it and her butt looked hot. She wasn't wearing a thing though, just standard bikini panties, also black. I knew my butt in my thong looked hotter than hers and I couldn't wait to wiggle it for Steve.

Wendy's got long slender legs like mine too, although I think mine have the edge; mine are rather more toned and muscular from all the Tae Kwon Do and running, although just as slender. A lot of gweilo guys think we're twins or something. That said, she does have one advantage over me. I have your typical Chinese-girl breasts. Small and firm, in my case very small, peach-sized for those of you interested in the details. Oddly, my nipples are rather large when I get excited! Like now! 

Wendy does not have typical Chinese-girl breasts. Not at all! Wendy's breasts look like they've been surgically enlarged. They're big and they're unbelievably firm, they look huge on her slender body (she's the same build as me more or less but she weighs a few pounds more and I'm positive the extra weight is all those far larger mammary glands). They're one hundred percent authentically original genetic material with no artificial enhancements like some of those tarty Korean sluts get in Seoul. Wendy was very proud of her breasts.

I've always been incredibly jealous of them, from when they started growing on her when she was ten. I was flat as a board until I was fourteen for god's sake. Yes, I admit it. I've always been jealous of Wendy's breasts! Very! But as long as it gave Steve the right ideas on what to do with me, I certainly didn't mind him watching her. I was interested myself. I perched back on Steve's lap again, wiggling my butt to confirm that my heart's desire was still eager and ready for me. Satisfied that it was, I leaned into his arms and held the drink to his lips for him to drink. Obedient little Chinese serving girl! That was me! "Miss me?" I asked, licking his ear, then sucking on his ear lobe as he drank. He snorted with surprise, spraying vodka and coke everywhere. I giggled as Joe reached over and spanked my butt lightly. I kind of sat there wishing Steve would do things like that.

"You're being naughty again, Hayley, aren't you?" Joe was grinning at me.

"Very," I said, giggling. I think the sip or two I'd taken of Steve's drink was affecting me by then, I was a little under the influence. Even a small amount of alcohol does that to me.

"Well, you better dance with me for a while then, work some of that naughtiness off... Hey Steve, you mind if I borrow your girlfriend and dance with her for a while?"

Steve patted my butt. "No, you go ahead. Hayley likes dancing." He smiled at me. 

I smiled back, giving him a little kiss. He was always so thoughtful. He knew I liked dancing, although really I'd have much preferred dancing with him. On the other hand, he wasn't that fit and I didn't want to wear him out. He was going to need all his strength very soon. I can't describe to you how that thought made me feel but believe me, it was just wonderful. Joe on the other hand was a good dancer, I enjoyed dancing with him.

"You finish your drink and take it easy, I'll be back for you soon," I promised Steve as I stood up, leaning over to give him another quick kiss. I squeaked with surprise as his hand slipped between my legs and rested on my inner thigh. It was a short skirt and his hand was almost under my skirt high! Almost touching my panties high! I was surprised, but I liked the possessive way his hand touched me and held me there. Steve smiled up at me. I smiled back at him, loving the feel of his hand on me so possessively, touching me with such assurance, as if I belonged to him. I did belong to him! I knew I did! I glowed with that thought as Joe stood and reached for my hand, leading me away from Steve's hand to the dance floor. I looked over my shoulder once. Steve waved at me, sipping on his vodka and coke. 

I knew he was going to watch me dancing so I stayed close to the edge of the dance floor where he could see me. I did like dancing with Joe, he was just good at it, he knew how to dance with a girl and he always brought out my best moves - and my best moves were really good, even if I say so myself. That, and knowing that Steve was watching me, had me really getting into it. There was just something about dressing sexy and dancing sexy to show one's self off that did it for me and tonight, I was totally in the moment.

It was almost one of those zen things. Like when you're in a tournament sparring and you don't think, you just move with your opponent, moving in a ballet where you're totally relaxed and ready all at the same time. Your opponents kicks and strikes seem to be part of you, you know when they're coming and where and you move with them, you flow with them and it all just happens instinctively, without thought. Dancing with Joe was like that, except there wasn't the violence of sparring. There was that sense of danger though, that feeling that I always had whenever I was alone with Joe. The feeling that he was a predator, that he was a hunter stalking his prey and that I was that prey. 

That tension that that feeling created was almost delicious in its intensity and it struck at the weirdest times. It was also highly sensual although at that time I didn't consciously think of it that way. As Joe led me off, I felt almost as if I was the sacrificial victim being led to the altar. I shivered rather deliciously as a brief thought flashed across my mind, that maybe that was how Joe's dates felt in the front seat of his pickup as he moved in on them. My sex pulsed hotly at that thought, sending a tingle through my body. But inside, despite that tingle, I laughed. I knew I was no sacrificial victim. I was no prey, not even for Joe. 




Hayley's Party Ch. 01 Pt. B



Please note this is Part B of a 3 part "Chapter One" (Part C is still to come). You should have Read Part A first, otherwise what's happening here has no context. .... There's also a Prologue (Hayley's Party Chapter 00) and I've posted some follow on chapters (02 thru 05) with more coming.

Why's Chapter One now split into three parts? Well, during the rewrite of my original version, it just got too long (it grew from 10k words to around 55k words). It's rather different from the original Chapter One but hopefully you'll enjoy it just as much. And yes, I need to tighten it up and change a few things and do things with the grammar but hey, if you're into the technicalities, consider it a rough first draft that's going to be improved a lot.... 

Feedback, good, bad or indifferent, online or offline is really appreciated. Would love to know what works for you and what doesn't, and especially any bits that grab you or that totally bug you. The plot has kind-of been evolving in my head since the earlier cut at Chapter One so the "back story" may change a bit as the story progresses, something that's already caused a few inconsistencies – just overlook those if you can.....

If you feel like commenting in more depth, I'd really appreciate that – this is my first full length story (multi-part story really) posted anywhere and as well as writing to entertain, I'm writing to learn how to do it better for you as readers, so fire away .... I'm not an overly sensitive soul – if I was, I wouldn't be posting here would I - and anything that helps me get better at this is truly appreciated, however brief..... Chloe"





Hayley's Party Ch. 01 Pt. B



"Let me grab a drink for you Steve, then we can dance?" 

I felt guilty enough that I wanted to make Steve happy. But also, I knew that if I got him a few drinks, he'd crash fast. Steve couldn't handle much alcohol. More than me, but not much...... I dashed for the bar and mixed him up a good stiff drink. Stiff? There was so much vodka in it the Vodka & Coke I made that it could've stood on its own without the glass. I dashed back to Steve and handed it to him, smiled as he knocked it back. His eyes crossed for a second, wobbled, then focused on me. I smiled. He smiled. This plan was working. I got him a second drink which he downed just as thirstily. This plan was working well.

Steve smiled even more, taking my hand, moving onto the dance floor with me, dancing with me. Dancing, I was all too conscious of my nakedness beneath my short little skirt. I danced a little more carefully this time. My pleated little skirt hung loosely, moving easily. It wouldn't take much to flip it up and expose myself to everyone I knew. God forbid the other girls saw me sans panties. The gossip would go on for years! I did look around for Joe, but when I saw him he was dancing with Riley. I felt instantly jealous. I knew Joe knew that. He gave me a grin and a little wave. 

When the music changed to something slower, I let myself be folded into Steve's arms. Yes, Steve was excited, I could tell that, but as he pressed against me, holding me in his arms, there wasn't that same burning excitement that there'd been with Joe. We took a short break while I reluctantly went to help Claire yet again, making sure Steve had another large drink in hand before I left. When I came back, Joe and Steve were talking, heads together. Both of them saw me return. Both of them smiled as I threaded my way through to join them.

Both of them turned and danced with me.

I smiled as I danced between them, turning from one to the other. The rec room corner we were using for dancing wasn't that big, it was crowded. It was easy for me to brush up against Joe. I did. Joe knew what I was doing. He grinned when I looked at him. Joe also knew I wasn't wearing panties. Of course he knew, he'd been the one that had removed them. In the press, when I was facing Steve, I felt Joe's hand under my skirt, on my butt, a blatant caress and gentle squeeze on my naked skin that surprised me initially even as it excited me.

I did worry that Steve might slide his hands down to my butt and discover Joe's hand already there though, caressing me where only a girl's boyfriend should caress her. Well, every girl knows the 5P rule - proper planning prevents piqued partner! I smiled at Steve, took his hands and slid them between us, placing them on my breasts as I pressed myself against him, feeling that nice hard bulge pressing against me through his jeans as his hands cupped my breasts. I knew that he wanted me. I looked into Steve's eyes and smiled as I felt his hands on my breasts while Joe's hand explored my butt under my skirt.

I felt incredibly wicked. I'd never felt both sexy and wicked before. I found rather liked it. I was a little shocked that I also found I liked both their hands on me.

I liked feeling Steve's hands on my breasts. I liked Joe's hand on my butt. It was bad of me and it was wonderful and I was giving both of them what they wanted and I was excited all over again. I thought about what Joe had said, about getting excited listening to me with Steve, about wanting to jump over into the backseat and fuck me. About saying he'd have fucked me right there on the back seat in front of Steve. My stomach twisted and tightened, my nipples were so swollen and hard they hurt. I twisted in Steve's arms, twisted around so that my back was to him, his hands still on my breasts, my butt pressed against that hard bulge in his jeans, rubbing against him as I swayed. I wanted to excite Joe as well.

My hands held Steve's, held them on my breasts as I finished turning. Joe was close, right in front of me, so close that Steve's hands on my breasts brushed his chest now and then as we danced. Looking at Steve's hands, Joe grinned at Steve, then at me. I felt his hand between us, under my skirt. He wasn't? Was he? My eyes widened as he did. His hand cupped my naked sex under my skirt, his finger pushed, slid inside me easily. My eyes were like saucers, my mouth opened wide, trying so hard not to moan out loud as his finger slid into me with slippery ease, as Steve's erection rubbed against my butt. Joe smiled into my eyes, twisting his finger inside me, brushing my clitoris so that I almost moaned out loud again. I wriggled my butt against Steve's cock, feeling Joe's finger in me, feeling myself melting on his finger. I was so wet. So unbelievably wet. It felt so good. I was sooooo bad!

Joe grinned at me. "Hey Steve 'ol buddy, anyone ever tell you that your girlfriend's hot." He moved his finger slowly inside me. I sucked my breath in, ground myself on his finger and pushed back on Steve, desperately wanting to moan out loud and managing not to. My face pleaded silently with Joe. 

"Oh yeah, Hayley's hot." Steve rubbed his face against the back of my head, my ponytail. His hands gave my breasts a little squeeze, then a bigger squeeze. Ohhh, that was good. "Aren't you Hayley?"

If only he knew how hot I was. "Oh yeah, I'm hot." Now I could moan. "Hot hot hot!" I needed to keep my words simple though. My brain wasn't focused on talking at all. Actually, it was hard to talk at all. Joe's finger in me and Steve's hands playing with my breasts were wreaking havoc with my mind.

"How hot?" Joe was grinning at me. His finger was inside me. If it hadn't been for the pounding music, the wet noises my sex was making as his finger moved in me would have been clearly audible to all of us. Joe knew how hot I was.

"As hot as you want me to be." My head was resting on Steve's shoulder. My face half turned towards Steve. Joe and I knew who I was talking too even as Steve's hands moved on my breasts. I could see Steve grinning at Joe. I knew Steve was enjoying rubbing Joe's face in me letting him openly cup my breasts in front of Joe. Steve didn't know that Joe's finger was inside me. But I did. 

"Hmmmmmm." Joe grinned. "How does REALLY hot sound, Hayley." 

I didn't say anything. I just looked at Joe and shivered. That grin meant Joe was up to something. Only this time, I knew that whatever he got up to, it was going to be with me. And I had a good idea of what would happen. That scared me, that sent butterflies racing through me. It also excited me. Like I needed more excitement! I was so wet I was going to dehydrate any minute now. I was melting on Joe's finger.

"You want Hayley really hot, right Steve?" Joe's question was for Steve. His eyes were fixed on mine though. I waited, trying desperately not to moan out loud as his finger moved gently inside me, as the heel of his hand ground against my clitoris. I wanted to moan out loud though. I really wanted to.

"Oh yeah, really hot." Steve was excited alright. Excited and now more than a little drunk. Dammit! I wanted Joe to make something up, to get rid of Steve and do what I knew he wanted to do to me.

"Then you don't just wanna play with her tits dude, you gotta do something like this Steve." Joe smirked at Steve.

With the hand that wasn't under my skirt, Joe removed one of Steve's hands from my breast. I looked down. No longer concealed by Steve's hand, my nipple now pushed my cotton tank top very visibly outwards. Joe casually took that rubbery hard nipple and tugged on it, pulling it and squeezing it. Squeezing it hard. Painfully hard! Then even harder. I squealed and bucked between them. I bucked against Steve's cock where he pressed against my butt and against Joe's finger inside me. Ripples of pain radiated outwards from my tender nipple, mixing with the pleasure I felt from Joe's finger and Steve's pressure against my butt. Mixing within me in some kind of weird meld that made my whole body resonate even after his fingers just as casually released my nipple and the pain stopped. The pleasure continued though. But fuck, he'd hurt my nipple!

"Jesus Joe, stop that!" Steve had been looking over my shoulder, looking down and watching Joe's finger and thumb squeezing and pulling at my nipple through my tank top. He sounded shocked. He didn't take his hand of my other breast though. He didn't try and remove Joe's hand from my breast either. He didn't try and stop Joe. He just watched. Somehow his watching Joe do that to me was as exciting as Joe doing it to me had been. 

"She likes it Steve." Joe sounded so matter of fact. "Go on, you do it to her."

"Fuck Joe, no way." Steve sounded horrified. "Hey, stop that." Joe had reached for me again. His fingers were squeezing and twisting my nipple again. I wasn't horrified. I was too busy trying not to squirm on Joe's finger but it wasn't working too well. I was squirming anyway. I was also biting my bottom lip and making little squealing noises as Joe twisted my nipple.

Joe shrugged, looked down at me as his grip on me relaxed. "Did you like that Hayley?"

"Jesus Joe, what the fuck?" I wished Steve would quit interrupting. 

I wanted my nipples like that, hard. I moved my hand onto Steve's, tried to get him to do it to me but he just didn't click. Honestly, sometimes Steve was so slow. It was downright frustrating. My eyes pleaded with Joe.

"Hayley?" Joe was asking me something? What was it? Oh? Something about my nipple and when he'd squeezed it so hard. It was difficult to think. It was even to harder to think with his hand on my sex, his finger moving inside me.

"It hurt," I gasped.

"I know that Hayley." Joe was patient. "What I asked was did you like it?"

I glanced up at him. "Yeah." Another gasp, "It hurt Joe."

He smiled. "But you liked it didn't you Hayley? Would you like Steve to do that to you?"

"Yeah." Yes, I really wanted Steve to do that to me. Joe. Steve. Whatever. Somebody! Either of them. Don't ask me for god's sake, just do it. But I couldn't say that. Could I? 

"Go on Steve. Like this. Copy me dude ... Get your hand out of the way Hayley." I let my hand drop from where I held Steve's on my own breast. I watched, shivering, as Joe once again took my nipple lightly between his thumb and finger. Steve copied him. Joe's finger moved inside my sex. Now I moaned out loud. Neither of them took any notice. I moaned again.

"Okay, squeeze gently Steve." They both squeezed. I sucked in my breath. God that hurt a little and it felt so good. Why did Steve need Joe to show him how to make me feel good?

"A bit harder." Both of them did. They squeezed my nipples harder. Ow! Owww! Owowowowowow. That hurt! I squealed, this time knowing how I would feel and enjoying that meld of pleasure and pain and acquiescence. Joe smiled down at me as he squeezed, an interminable period that was probably only a few seconds. A few seconds that felt like an eternity but which turned out to be far too short when they both stopped.

"Now watch and copy me, squeeze really hard and twist them and pull at the same time." Joe's fingers followed suite as he instructed Steve. Hard. Painfully hard. Steve watched, his fingers copied, just not as hard and not as good. I was whimpering, I could feel tears in the corners of my eyes. 

"Please," I gasped, "please, someone might see us." I wanted what they were both doing to me, but I didn't want anyone else to see. I doubt Joe could hear me over the music but he could see my face.

"Upstairs ... please" I mouthed silently, pleading. Joe nodded, looked into my eyes, smiled, watching my face, watching the sensations I felt. His finger moved in my sex, twisted, slid backwards and forwards.

"Hey dude." Joe was yelling over the music to Steve. "We should take Hayley somewhere private if want to learn to do this kind of stuff." He grinned that grin at me again. "We better take her outta here dude. Find a bedroom or something." He smiled and without any warning he pushed a second finger into me, stretching me impossibly just as Steve twisted my nipple and squeezed really hard.

"Yeahhhooooohhhhoowwwwwoohhhhhhh ... oohhhhhh ... ooooooo!" 

I climaxed. 

Just like that. 

A sudden orgasm washed through my body. I arched back against Steve, looking into Joe's eyes, my mouth a rounded "o" of surprise and shock and pleasure. I felt my sex spasming around Joe's thickly intruding fingers as my pleasure took me and held me enthralled, juddering on Joe's fingers, my butt doing a wild little dance against Steve's cock where he pressed against me. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, I was held between them, held up on Joe's fingers inside me, leaning back against Steve as he twisted and pulled and squeezed both my nipples, my body shaking like a leaf. Joe's fingers eased out from inside me as my excitement abated. But it abated only a little. Steve's fingers released me in mid-squeal. Oh no! No, keep doing that! Don't stop! My mouth worked desperately. The pounding music concealed any noises I made.

Steve had no idea what had happened.

Joe did. He smiled at me as his fingers released me from their thralldom. He lifted his hand, high enough for me to see his fingers. They were shining wetly. I looked at him helplessly, breathing hard, my entire body shaking.

"Hayley, you wanna go upstairs." Steve's voice asked the question. He was hard where he pressed against me.

"Yeah." My reply was to Joe even as I turned towards Steve. I was thinking of Joe as I smiled at Steve and then kissed him. He kissed me back. Slowly and gently, his tongue deep in my mouth, tasting me. It was good and I knew I loved Steve but I didn't want soft and gentle. I wanted possessive and dominating and forceful. I wasn't going to get that from Steve. Regardless, feeling him like that, feeling that that hard bulge pressing against me, my whole body just seemed to catch fire all over again. I tingled everywhere, my nipples swollen and achingly hard, wanted to be mauled like he'd just done to me, acutely conscious of my own slippery readiness where Joe's fingers had just been.

I was pretty much panting with excitement and with my desire. What Joe had just done to me, his fingers inside me, the climax I'd just had, everything was fresh and vivid in my mind. I was torn now. Steve could give me love. Joe could give me what I really wanted. Even as I kissed Steve, I found myself reaching awkwardly behind me with one hand, searching for Joe. I found him, found that hard bulge and held it through his shorts, stroked it through the thin cotton. One of Joe's hands joined mine, I felt his hand on his zipper, he did something inside his shorts, guided my hand in. All of a sudden I held his cock clasped in my fingers. After a heart stopping moment where I hesitated, I began to stroke him, still kissing Steve, now a little absent-mindedly. But really, all I had to do was keep my mouth wide open. Steve did the rest. Until his mouth lifted from mine. 

"Let's go upstairs somewhere?" He kissed my ear. He sounded enthusiastic.

I thought about that. I mean, I'd asked Claire if I could stay over so I could spend the night with Steve. I looked up at him, saw his eager expression, felt his desire for me. I did love him. I knew that when I looked up at him, seeing his love for me, his happiness when he was with me, when he was holding me. I thought about Joe. Steve. Joe. Steve. Jesus! I closed my eyes. That didn't help at all. Joe's cock was still in my hand and I was so very very wet.

"Okay." There wasn't any need to say more. He looked so happy. I saw that happiness and it made me feel warm. But I also felt Joe's cock in my hand. Joe's cock made my sex pulse wetly. 

"We're off upstairs." Steve spoke over my shoulder to Joe as he released me. 

"Okay." Joe sounded happy. He looked happy when I glanced at him.

I drew back a little, my eyes suddenly wide. Was he really going to? He grinned. Oh god, he was! My heart beat a wild tattoo in my chest. A little while ago I'd as good as told him to come upstairs and take me. Heck, I'd started up those stairs with him earlier, fully intending to let him have me. Now? Now I didn't even have to think about it. If Joe wanted me, he could have me. He could have me in front of Steve if that was what he wanted. I gave his cock a quick squeeze before I took Steve's hand. I took Steve's hand and held it with the same hand that just a second before had been stroking Joe's cock, with the hand that had just squeezed Joe's cock. Now I kissed Steve with the same lips that had been kissing Joe earlier.

Steve held my hand, leading the way upstairs. I followed him unhesitatingly. Joe followed behind me, holding my other hand. Steve was in such a hurry to get upstairs he didn't seem to notice that Joe was with us. Or he just didn't care that there were three of us. I didn't say a word. Whatever was going to happen would happen. And whatever happened, I was fucked. Was going to be fucked. Was fucked. 

Whatever! 

I wasn't even confused about what was happening. I wanted this. I wanted Joe. I wanted Steve. My sex was so wet I was scared that if anyone looked they'd see the insides of my thighs all the way down to my knees were glistening.. I wondered which of them was going to be first with me because as soon as I was in that room and on that bed I was going to spread my legs and while I wanted Joe, Steve was my boyfriend. And really, I didn't care as long as one of them fucked me. 

Which of them was going to be first? 

Oh my God! I was already thinking about both of them fucking me. Hayley! What are you doing? But I continued to climb the stairs with both of them, feeling that rising excitement again, feeling that coiling tightness inside, that roiling anticipation. I did look over my shoulder as we climbed. Joe was watching me as he followed, one of my hands in his. My eyes met his. He smiled. My heart jumped. I thought again of what Joe had said, about climbing over into the back seat and fucking me in front of Steve. I thought of what Joe had said just now. I thought about my reply both earlier and now and I knew I'd really meant it. I saw Joe's smile, I saw the look on Joe's face. I knew Joe had meant what he'd said too. My heart beat faster and faster. I wondered what would happen. 

But I didn't need to wonder, did I? I knew. Joe was coming upstairs with Steve and I. Or was it Steve coming upstairs with Joe and I? Whatever happened, I was going upstairs now with both of them. I knew this was crazy. I knew I was so fucked. I couldn't help myself. What was Steve thinking? He knew Joe was with us, following us. Not that I was complaining about that but Steve must know. My heart continued to pound as Steve led me by the hand up the stairs to the attic. To the attic bedroom with its four poster bed that was now waiting for Steve and me! For Joe and me. For Joe and Steve and me. Oh fuck! What was I getting myself into? Was I batshit crazy? My heart danced a wild little tango as I looked at that closed door, hesitating, Joe on one side of me, Steve on the other, knowing what the outcome would be if I stepped past that portal. 

Joe would take me.

If I walked into that room, if I took the final and irrevocable step through that doorway, Joe would take me. Maybe Steve would as well, but I knew Joe would do what he'd said he would do. He would take me right in front of Steve. I wondered if Steve knew that. I had to think he didn't, but why was he just accepting that Joe was here with us. Steve glanced across me towards Joe.

"Uh, Joe...." He sounded hesitant. Even his hand holding mine felt hesitant. "Uhhh..."

"Oh yeah, right, sorry Steve." Joe chuckled just before he reached past me, opened the bedroom door, looked at me, smiled, and led me into the room. My heart pounded as I let go of Steve's hand and followed him inside, feeling slightly faint.




Hayley's Party Ch. 01 Pt. B



"Hey!" Steve protested weakly as he trailed us in. "Hey Joe? What're you doing?"

Joe closed the door behind the three of us. I waited, my heart in my mouth as he looked around. Steve looked startled, upset, angry even. After a quick glance at him, I looked towards Joe. Joe smiled. "I'm gonna do Hayley."

"What? Joe! Hey...." 

"Candles? That's so sweet Hayley." Joe ignored Steve as he looked around, smiling as he saw the candles I'd carefully placed around the room. Picking up the box of matches I'd placed on the dresser, he walked around the room, lighting those candles one after the other. The old four poster bed with its drapes of white lace looked like something from a fairy story as the candles flickered. The room glowed softly, just the way I'd envisaged it, a picture of romance and love, a room for a prince and his princess. And okay, I admit it. I watched too many Disney movies when I was a kid. I knew I was no Snow White or Cinderella and I certainly wasn't a frigging mermaid. Mulan maybe? Mulan with two guys in her bedroom. Hang on a minute, that wasn't in the film. Not the one that I'd watched anyhow.

Those dozen candles lit, Joe turned to me, taking one of my hands in his, drawing me towards the bed with its white linen sheets, turning me towards him. Steve was forgotten as I looked at Joe. Beside the bed, his hands peeled my tank top of as I raised my arms for him, leaving me naked from the waist up has he dropped it on the floor. It felt strange for Joe to peel my top of. No-one but Steve had done that to me before. Suddenly shy, I covered my breasts with my hands as Joe reached for my skirt. Steve made some inconsequential noises as Joe worked the clasp and then the zipper like the expert that he was. Joe and I ignored him as Joe completed stripping me naked. 

A couple of seconds later my skirt was pooled around my ankles on the floor. I blushed as I stood there, exposed to their eyes, my hands trying to cover myself until I realized I wanted Joe to see me. Looking at him, watching his eyes running over my body, I let my hands fall away. Glancing past him, I saw Steve's eyes widen when he saw I was naked beneath the skirt. When he saw me standing naked. I smiled at Joe, ignoring Steve. Now it was my turn. 

Joe was breathing hard as I worked to peel his shirt from him. I succeeded, then I whimpered as he stepped back from me. I wanted to remove his jeans. He did that instead, undoing his own jeans, quickly pushing them down, pushing his boxers down, kicking them off. Joe was naked. Was he going to lift me onto the bed and start fucking me? I wanted that. My hand rewarded him right away by clasping his cock as it jutted stiffly out towards me. I began to slowly stroke him, drawing him with me as I took an eager step backwards towards the bed. His hand halted me. He smiled.

"Hey Hayley, you look even better with no clothes on."

"So do you." The words popped out of my mouth without any thought.

"Hey, Joe .... Hayley...what ... what are you doing?" Steve's voice didn't even slow Joe down. Neither of us bothered replying. I figured it was obvious what we were doing and I had better things to do with my time than explain to Steve. I guess Joe just didn't care.

"Suck my cock Hayley." Softly worded, it was still a command, not a request. 

My mouth was suddenly full of saliva. I swallowed, swallowed again. Joe smiled and I knew it was my choice, my decision to obey him even though he'd told me what to do. I didn't need to think though, not really. I wanted Joe's cock in my mouth. I sank to my knees on the rug before him, eyeing his erection, stiff and hard, jutting up at an angle in front of my face, the tip almost brushing my nose. Naked, Joe was bigger than Steve, taller, more muscular. I looked at that cock, jutting stiffly upwards and outwards before my eyes, my heart pounding. The sight of it, jutting out before my face, held me speechless, sent a jolt of pure excitement through every nerve in my body. 

I'd felt it, I'd held it but I hadn't actually seen it before. My first reaction was that it was really big. My mouth flooded with more saliva, so that I had to swallow. He was far bigger than Steve! My second reaction was purely physical, a reaction to Joe's eyes on me and the sight of his cock in front of my face. My skin tingled and sizzled over my entire body. My nipples, already swollen, turned as hard as rubber erasers, so hard and swollen that they hurt. Like, they really hurt! I felt a flood of wetness within my sex. A wetness that was only accentuated when, one hand on his hip to balance myself, my other hand reached up to clasp his cock. 

Looking up at him as he stood over me, I began to slowly stroke him, feeling his steely hardness under my fingers. I stared at it, almost in a trance as my fingers stroked its length. I wondered what it would feel like inside me. The thought took my breath away. That didn't stop me from stroking Joe the way I'd always stroked Steve, my fingers wrapped around him firmly, but not too tightly, allowing the skin to slide a little as I caressed him. My fingers ran up over his glans every now and then, sliding his skin up, then back down again, giving him a little squeeze.

"God that's good Hayley, stroke it slowly" His voice was soft, soft and full of pleasure as he looked down at me. 

I glanced up at his face when he said that, saw him smiling down at me. I smiled back, pleased that he was enjoying my efforts, moving my other hand to cup his testicles, surprised at their size, fascinated by their softness and their vulnerability. I'd never done this to Steve, not kneeling before him. Always he'd been lying or sitting back. It was strange having Joe standing before me as I knelt, the head of his cock so close to my face, pointing directly at me. It was so close that I could see the tiny hole at the tip and the fluid building up there.

"Hayley, no! Joe, stop it.... Stop it now." For all his attempt to protest, Steve sounded so weak, so ineffectual. I had no intention of stopping. None.

I looked at Steve. I looked up at Joe. I looked at Joe's cock. Joe's hand moved, wrapped around mine, he stopped my stroking while his other hand rested on my head, stroking my hair. I looked up again, meeting his eyes, seeing pure lust on his face as he looked at me. He moved his cock, moved my hand with his, brushing the tip across one cheek. I felt it slide a little wetly, I knew his semen was leaking from the tip, he was rubbing it on my cheek. I continued to look up at him as he repeated the act on my other cheek, after which his hand wiped the tip across my lips. I tasted him then, tasted his semen, just a trace of it as he used the tip of his cock to pull down my lower lip.

"Open your mouth for me Hayley."

I obeyed, looking up, watching his eyes as I opened my mouth wide for him to guide his cock inwards between my lips. Joe looked pleased. I could smell him, clean and masculine, a little sweaty, a male smell that made my mouth water. His swollen glans eased across my lips, into my mouth, sliding across my tongue, filling my mouth. My lips closed on his shaft below the glans, tasting him, salty, a little tangy, mouth-wateringly delicious. I knew immediately from the way my jaws had to stretch to allow my mouth to take him in that he wasn't just longer than Steve, he was also thicker than Steve. A lot thicker. My tongue ran around that swollen head. I felt his other hand behind my head easing my mouth forward and further down onto him before he took a deep breath and relaxed his hold, his hand on mine encouraging me to restart my prior stroking motion of his length.

He held himself still, letting my hand and my tongue and lips and mouth do the work. A little more easily now, I began to move my mouth on him, sliding my lips down his shaft as far as I could without it becoming uncomfortable, sliding my tongue on him as I did so, my hand stroking him confidently. I half wondered if he'd cum in my mouth. Not that I minded, but rather nervously I did think that I didn't just want to give him a blowjob and then wait for him to get hard again, I wanted him to fuck me now. I wanted so badly to be fucked. I could sense he was watching me, one of his hands was back on my head now, stroking my hair, his fingers running across my cheek as my head bobbed up and down on him. 

"God Hayley, I really want to cum in your mouth."

I stopped and looked up at him questioningly. I'd rather he came in me. But we had all night, so if that was that what he wanted first it was okay with me. My mouth flooded with saliva at the thought of his cum spurting out there for me to swallow. I liked the thought. I liked swallowing Steve's cum. The thought of swallowing Joe's cum excited me a lot. I slid my mouth from him, lapping the little trail of saliva that joined my lips to the tip of his cock with a flicker of my tongue, stroking him wetly with my hand.

"Would you like that?" I asked, half-eagerly, half-disappointed, glancing upwards. I really wanted him to fuck me. Tonight. Now!

"Not yet Hayley, you greedy girl." He grinned down at me. "Besides, we've got to think of Steve". His grin grew larger. We both looked at Steve. He was standing there watching us, still dressed, looking upset and angry and excited and humiliated all at once. He hadn't said a word. God, he really was such a pussy. He looked startled when we both looked at him.

"Come on Steve. Get your clothes off dude." Joe sounded half annoyed, half-amused. "Hayley's gonna suck your cock next man. But you gotta get it out for her."

Steve started to fumble at his clothes. I didn't wait, I went back to sucking on Joe's cock, wrapping my lips around his shaft, plunging my mouth down on him, swirling my tongue on him, not bothering to even watch Steve. It was Joe's cock I wanted. 

"Mmmppphhhhhhh...." Ssspplaaattt. Joe's cock emerged wetly from my mouth as I sucked on him, popping noisily free to smack wetly across my cheeks.

"Steve's turn Hayley." Joe sounded like he was laughing.

I was actually surprised. I'd been concentrating so much on what I was doing to Joe that I'd almost forgotten Steve. Steve hadn't forgotten me. He was already in front of me, naked, almost frantically trying to guide his rigid cock to my mouth. Obviously watching me stripped naked by Joe and then kneeling there sucking on Joe's cock hadn't broken his heart. It certainly hadn't broken his cock, he was as hard as he'd always been before. Eyes wide with surprise, I must have looked like a deer in the headlights as I glanced at their cocks. I looked up at Joe, the candlelight flickering across our bodies. Only Steve had ever before seen me naked up until just a few minutes ago. Now, both Joe and Steve were looking down at me as I knelt before them, completely naked, still holding Joe's cock in one hand, eyeing Steve's as it eagerly brushed my lips.

I was hesitating, I knew. I half wondered why. It wasn't as if Steve's cock was new to me. Joe's was, and I'd taken it into my mouth eagerly. The answer to my quandary was of course staring me in the face. Or at least they were wagging in front of my face, all two of them. I'd never dreamed of doing anything like this with two guys, never even imagined it. Earlier, in the rec room downstairs with Joe and Steve, things had just happened to me. I hadn't had to take the initiative. I hadn't had to make decisions for myself. Now it was all on me and I hesitated despite my excitement, despite my words to Joe earlier. Again I remembered what Joe had said, about fucking me, about fucking me in front of Steve. I felt that sudden excitement again as I remembered what I'd said in reply. 

Joe smiled down at me, looked at Steve and shrugged, like he gave a shit. He took his cock in his hand and slapped my face with it, lightly slapping my cheeks. His grin shone whitely in the candlelight. "Open wide Hayley, Steve's gonna check out your tonsils."

I opened wide. One of Joe's hands gripped my ponytail firmly, tilted my face up towards Steve's cock. His hand immediately controlled the movements of my head, moving my head, forcing my mouth to move on Steve's cock, not giving me any option. I liked that. It was good not to have to decide for myself. Small movements, my lips sliding on his shaft, his glans moving on my tongue, moving gently inside my mouth. My other hand still held Joe. Without even thinking, I began clumsily stroking Joe as my mouth moved on Steve, the silence broken only by the sound of my mouth and their heavy breathing. Steve's hands replaced Joe's on my head, holding me, stroking my hair, guiding my movements.

"Stroke me slowly Hayley." Joe glanced across at Steve as I obeyed him without thought, my hand now very slowly stroking his length. I knew how to do that, I'd done it to Steve often enough before after all, although it was hard to move both my mouth and my hand at the same time. Joe placed his hand on mine, squeezing my fingers tighter around his girth. My hand shook as I felt his naked cock, hot, hard and clasped in my hand while my mouth worked on Steve. Oh! My! God! I was servicing both of them at the same time. I was actually doing this! Somehow, I was even wetter than I had been. I glanced up at Steve as I sucked on him, taking in the look of excitement on his face, seeing Joe looking down at me and smiling.

"You ever licked her pussy Steve?" Joe said it so nonchalantly. Like he was asking Steve if he wanted an ice-cream.

Slightly startled, I glanced upwards. Steve looked horrified. Jesus Steve! Now he'd really annoyed me. That look of horror bugged me. Joe's hand pulled my head back from Steve's cock, pulled my mouth off him.

"Hey Hayley, Steve ever licked your pussy?"

I shook my head, breathing hard. "No." Did that mean what I thought it meant? I shivered. My nipples were suddenly so hard they felt like they were going to burst. They hurt more than they had before. They'd never been this swollen and painful before. 

His hand stroked my head. "Stand up Hayley."

He watched me as I rose to my feet, my hand never relinquishing its clasp on his erection although I let go of Steve's. I realized just how wet I was as I stood up, feeling the slickness on my inner thighs, feeling myself so slippery and ready as I moved. Joe watched me and as I stood. He moved closer, his hand cupped my sex. He touched me there with casual ease so that I gasped again, glancing sideways at Steve, a quick look. He was watching Joe's hand, looking down to where Joe's hand held me. My gasp was half excitement at the renewed feel of his fingers on me there, half excited surprise at the confident assurance with which his hand possessed me. Why that should surprise me I had no idea, it shouldn't have. His hand had been there before. Those hands had torn my panties of me not so very long ago, those fingers had been inside me. I wanted them inside me again.

Then we were kissing, his mouth on mine, his tongue deep in my mouth as I opened wide to him. My hand continued to clasp his cock as we kissed, slowly stroking him. Joe's hand still cupped my sex. As his tongue slid into my mouth his fingertip pushed, my labial lips parted easily, his finger slid inside me without any resistance, wetly, making me moan into his mouth as we kissed. His fingers teased me as his mouth possessed mine, his lips possessive, dominating, brooking nothing but my acquiescence. His finger demanded the same acquiescence of my sex as he had of my mouth, an acquiescence that I gave willingly. Eagerly even. 

Steve had never kissed me like this. Steve had never fingered my sex like this! Steve had never fingered my sex at all. Only Joe had done that! I loved it! I loved his finger inside me, making me moan and gasp. I loved the wet sounds my sex made as he fingered me. I loved the feel of his cock in my hand. I found I wanted to hold Steve's cock as well, I wanted Steve to share my excitement. I managed to find it, to clasp it in my fingers, to stroke him slowly in the confined space between our bodies. Steve's silence as Joe fingered me confirmed what I'd recognized earlier. Steve would let Joe push him around, even if it was over me. Over doing things to me. Like now!

"You like that don't you Hayley?" Joe's voice was hot in my ear as he moved his finger inside me. Somehow, I'd let go of Steve's cock again, I'd even let go of Joe's cock, my arms were now around Joe's neck, I was moaning as he fingered me, my naked body pressed against his. It felt wonderful. "You like my finger in your juicy little cunt."

"Yes," I moaned, "yes I do ... I do...!" I did, but I wanted more. I wanted more than his finger but I couldn't say that. Not out loud. 

"Maybe you'll like this more then." I had no idea what he was talking about.

He turned me and pushed me back. Not against the wall or to the bed, but against the dresser next to the bed. I felt the dresser against the backs of my thighs, half sat on the edge as he suddenly sank to his knees before me, his hands slipping down to the insides of my knees, easing my legs apart. My hands clutched at the edge of the dresser on either side of my hips. Acute embarrassment filled my mind as Joe's head moved closer to my sex. Oh God! He could see me there, he was looking at me. He was looking at my sex from mere inches away. Not even Steve had ever looked at me there! No-one but me had ever looked at that most intimate and private part of my body. Not like this!

All I could think of in that moment was that I wasn't wearing panties; that I wasn't wearing anything at all, and of how wet I was. And that I'd shaved my sex completely bare. For Steve to look at, not for Joe. Not that that mattered. I heard myself whimper, my mind a whirl of confused emotions and feelings. Embarrassment, shame, humiliation, excitement, agitation, suspense, trepidation, even outright fear, all inextricably intermingled in a roiling cloud within me. I wanted to hide myself from Joe and at the same time I wanted to spread my legs wide and expose my clean shaven sex completely to him, I wanted to offer my sex to him, I wanted to cover myself with my hands. In the grip of the confusion that filled me, I did nothing. 

I stayed exactly where I was, exactly where his hands had placed me, unmoving, my knuckles white as I clutched the dresser. Looking down at my clean shaven sex, I watched Joe's head. I saw my lips pinkly swollen with excitement, glistening with my wetness in the soft candlelight, parting a little in anticipation of what I'd never experienced but knew was drawing closer. Joe's face tilted up to look at me as his hands spread my legs further apart, as he tore his eyes away from my sex. I was jelly under his gaze. 

"You look beautiful Hayley."

I knew exactly what he was talking about and it wasn't my face. He was looking at my sex again, his head between my knees, so close I could feel his breath on my skin, on my lips. I was breathing hard, panting with my excitement, watching him, gripping the dresser with my hands, my legs spread wide by his hands, by Joe's hands on my knees. I was as exposed as a girl could be.

"Am I?" I wanted to know. "I don't know." I'd never seen another girl's sex. Not the away Joe was looking at me now. Was I pretty there? I had no idea. What did guys think of a girl's sex? Did they like looking at us there? Maybe I wasn't pretty, maybe he was just being polite. 

Joe glanced up, smiling. "Yes, you've got a beautiful little cunt Hayley."

That word again. He was using that word to describe my sex again. If anyone ever tells you words don't have any power, don't believe them. Every time he said that word, it made my entire body coil with excitement, it made my sex pulse with a slow wet heat, my labial lips swell, my wetness seep from me to coat the exterior of me there. I felt as if I were a small and delicate flower, my petals opening to him as if he were the sun.




Hayley's Party Ch. 01 Pt. B



"I do?" My voice was shaking.

"Yes you do Hayley." Joe's voice was calm. Calm and gentle and reassuring and full of desire. Thick with desire. Lashing me with his desire, the sound of his voice like honey on my skin, thick and clinging.

Joe's hands slid gently upwards from my knees, brushing up the insides of my thighs. My eyes followed their slow glide across my skin, his thumbs pointing towards my sex, edging closer and closer, the tightness inside me coiling and coiling and sending ripples outwards through my body. His thumbs stopped before they touched me there but I gasped anyhow, then gasped again as his hands pushed against my inner thighs, pushed my legs wider apart, a lot wider apart, so that I was splayed open and completely exposed, my knees almost touching the dresser on either side. His head inched closer to my sex, closer still. I whimpered yet again as I felt his breath hot on my lips, just the brush of air across my sensitive membranes bringing a cry from me and a shudder from my body.

His mouth closed on me! His mouth closed on my sex!

"Ohhhhhh! ... ohhhh ... ooohhhhh god!" At that first touch of his mouth to my sex, I cried out uncontrollably. How do you describe that sensation, that first touch of a man's mouth to your sex? How do you describe the feeling when that happens to you and your boyfriend is standing three feet away, watching you? Watching while his buddy touches his mouth to your exposed and naked sex, slides his tongue over you, tasting you, kissing you there. How do you describe being completely exposed not just to the guy doing that to you but to someone else whose watching you as that's done to you, as you feel that tongue flickering across your flesh, touching you, licking you, sliding over the most intimate part of your body? I couldn't describe it. I still can't adequately describe it. All I could do at the time was experience it, my eyes watching Steve's face as he looked at us, looked at me, horrified, aroused, excited, humiliated – just as I was.

I'd never imagined anything like this. I'd never imagined a guy's mouth on my sex. I was totally bared to his eyes, wide open and accessible for his mouth. I felt his tongue lapping delicately along my labial lips, sliding between them and around them and on them, teasing, tantalizing, tasting me, driving me half-crazy with sudden excitement. My hips moved involuntarily, trying one moment to push myself up against his mouth and then the next, shyly trying to lift myself away from the flickering excitement of his tongue on me, pushing and probing into me. My legs jerked as I tried to close them, but Joe's remorseless hands held me spread wide, spread impossibly wide for his mouth to access.

All the time that was happening to me, my hands gripped the edge of the dresser. I looked away from Steve at last, looked down shyly at Joe's head between my thighs. I felt totally embarrassed at what he was doing to me, but also excited beyond belief, seeing his mouth one moment engulfing my sex, his tongue pushing against my entrance, the next his tongue flickering over me with unbearable accuracy.

"God ... oh God no ... oohhh ....ohhhh this is so embarrassing ... ohhhh" I was whispering almost inaudibly, my face bright red, helpless excitement flooding my body. 

But I wouldn't have stopped what he was doing for the world. Perhaps I was embarrassed, perhaps I was ashamed, but I wanted this. I wanted it so much and I wanted it to go on and on. I felt Joe's tongue tasting me, probing up inside me, his lips pressed against me, sucking on me, chewing lightly so that now I mewled with wordless pleasure, my hips jerking wildly, my hands clutching at the dresser. When Joe's mouth lifted from me momentarily, all I felt was disappointment. When he looked up at me, I could see my wetness on his lips, on his face. The sight made my whole body ripple with my desire and my excitement. He saw the look on my face and smiled.

"Stroke my head while I lick you."

He didn't wait for me to respond. His mouth closed on me again. My hips jerked as his tongue lashed my clitoris and my sex with delicate fervor. My hands abandoned their grip on the dresser and found Joe's head. I tried to spread my legs wider still, stroked his hair, clutched at his head, now I pulled his head hard against me, pushing my sex into his face. I wanted more. I wanted to expose myself to him even more, to give him everything. I lifted one foot, lifted it high to rest on the edge of the dresser, tucked in against me. I heard Joe's murmur of appreciation, muffled as I pulled his head hard against my sex, almost grinding myself against him in my growing excitement.

Moaning out loud, I rested my head against the wall behind me, my eyes closed tight, my hands holding Joe's head equally tight as he sucked and licked at my sex, a finger inside me now, moving, sliding, probing, exploring. I loved it and I had no idea when he'd eased it into me, I was that far gone. I looked down, opening my eyes again, watching Joe's mouth on me again, watching what he was doing with my sex, watching his finger sliding into me and loving it, loving every moment of it. I slid one hand down, down over my stomach, lower, cupping myself there, spreading my fingers on my sex, either side of my sex, feeling my own wetness, feeling Joe's finger moving, sliding into me, feeling his tongue lapping at my fingers as well as my sex.

"You like that Hayley?" Joe's voice was muffled.

"I love it Joe ... don't stop... oh please don't stop...." My own voice was clear, my excitement audible.

I heard a sound that wasn't Joe or me, a loud gasp. Steve was standing right next to us, stroking his cock slowly. He was hard. Shocked as I was at seeing Steve doing that, my excitement at what Joe was doing to me was such that I couldn't do anything except moan even when my boyfriend's eyes were on me, even when my eyes looked into his. I was too excited. Watching Steve stroke his cock as he watched me send my excitement through the roof. My hands did their best to hold Joe's head in place as I looked blankly at Steve, only a few inches from me, a stunned and excited look on his face. 

"What ... Joe ..... Hayley .... What are you doing?" Steve sounded as well as looked stunned.

Joe's mouth abandoned my sex with a last long lash of his tongue that brought a shivering gasp from me. His head lifted from me, lifted against the resistance of my hands which tried to hold him where I wanted him to stay. He glanced up at Steve. I thought I saw him grinning even as I made a little "nooo" of protest at his mouth having abandoned what it was doing to me.

"Well, right now I'm eating your girlfriend's pussy," Joe said matter-of-factly. "She tastes pretty damn good too so if you'd mind not interrupting, I'm going to keep going here." He glanced up at me. "You don't mind do you Haley?"

"No, I don't mind at all, please don't stop." My voice was a desperate whisper, my cheeks burning. 

Joe smiled, his mouth latching itself to my sex again, licking and sucking on me. Noisily! Jesus, he was slurping and sucking on me. He was swallowing my wetness! Oh fuck oh fuck! My hands held his hair, my mouth opened as his tongue teased its way along my lips, flickered over my clitoris. I moaned again, my eyes on Steve now as Joe's finger twisted inside me. Oh Jesus! Steve was still watching me. He was looking down at me watching Joe finger me and lick my sex. He looked shocked. Shocked and excited and he was still stroking his cock. I knew I should be embarrassed. I knew I should be ashamed of what I was doing. Ashamed at Steve looking at my sex in addition to Joe. But I wasn't. I was so excited. I moaned again. And again!

Every time I moaned, Steve's cock jerked. I watched it, fascinated by its movements, excited at what Joe was doing to me. Steve shuffled closer, standing right beside Joe. If I reached out, I could touch him. I looked down at Joe, looked up at Steve, saw the hurt and excited expression on his face as he watched what Joe was doing to me. Feeling for him, wanting to comfort him, wanting to make him part of my excitement, my hand reached out. I clasped his cock in my fingers. I awkwardly stroked him even while I was moaning not very quietly. Steve gasped as my fingers touched him, groaned out loud as I stroked him jerkily.

Joe's mouth left me. His finger withdrew. Disappointed again, I whimpered quietly. Joe smiled as he stood, moving slightly to one side, the finger that had been inside me tracing across my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked on it, my tongue tasting me on him, tasting myself for the first time, my eyes looking at him as I perched there, one foot on the dresser, my sex pinkly swollen and parted. I could see Steve looking down at me. Looking at my sex, his eyes widening. Now Joe's erection was jutting out towards me, huge and hard. I reached for Joe with my other hand, clasped his hard length, stroked him slowly, stroked both of them. I knew how to stroke cocks. Joe turned his head to look at Steve, who said nothing. 

When I looked at Steve, his mouth was working silently. He was watching my hand stroking Joe's cock. "Hayley, what are you doing?" Steve sounded plaintive. Whiny even!

"What does it look like she's doing Steve." Joe was laughing.

"Jesus Joe! Hayley's my girlfriend! You can't do this!" Steve looked at me. I don't know what he wanted me to do about it. I wasn't doing anything. All I was doing was waiting. And stroking their cocks of course but I wasn't starting anything. 

Joe interrupted him. "What am I doing Steve? Giving you a good look at Hayley's cunt." Joe grinned at me. "Pretty isn't it. Tastes nice too, why don't you give it a lick, see for yourself, slide your finger into her pussy at the same time."

"Fuck Joe, that's ... that's....." Steve looked like he was about to explode.

"Fucking exciting Steve, that's what it is. Watch dude." Joe reached down and eased a finger into me. I watched it slide into me. I felt it slide into me. I moaned as my sex made wet sounds on his finger. Joe and Steve both watched Joe's finger. I should have felt ashamed and embarrassed. Instead, I felt nothing but excitement. I also felt their cocks, both of them steely hard in my hand.

"Come on Steve, lick her cunt man. See how wet she is." Joe's finger massaged me inside my sex, his other fingers splayed either side, spreading my wetness over my skin, peeling my labial lips apart so that I moaned again, letting go of their cocks, clutching at the dresser to stop myself falling to the floor. I didn't try to stop him. I didn't try to hide myself. I let Joe do that to me while Steve watched. I knew what he was looking at. I was exposed to Steve and Joe, my sex wet and shining, my labial lips swollen and parted, pinkly exposed, clearly visible to both of them. I didn't move. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I was struggling just to breathe and to moan and to not fall to the floor. I was waiting for Steve to lick me there too. I wanted him to do that to me.

"Joe! Hayley!" Steve sounded shocked. "Stop it." 

He sounded so weak and ineffectual. Did he expect me to listen to him? Did he expect Joe to stop? Did he expect me to say no to Joe when he couldn't? I was just a girl. A very excited girl! A girl who had no intention of saying no. A girl who fully intended to say yes!

"Go on, lick her pussy man, she's so fucking wet and she tastes delicious." Joe was looking at Steve. Steve did nothing. He just looked. Joe shrugged. His eyes met mine. My heart jumped. I almost moaned just from the way he looked at me. "You want me to stop Hayley?" He licked his lips.

I shivered. "No. No, don't stop." No way! Not ever. I knew I sounded desperate. I was.

"Huh?" Steve sounded confused. He was the only one that was. Joe and I both knew what we were doing. Joe kissed me hard. My moan of pure delight was clearly audible as my arms went round his neck. Eyes wide, I tasted myself on his lips, on his tongue, sandalwood and spice and bitter honey. So that was what I tasted like? I kind of liked it although it was weird to taste myself. When his mouth lifted from mine, I still clung to him. His mouth moved across my cheek, brushed my ear.

"Bed time Hayley."

"Ugghhhh." His finger was embedded in my sex. God, he was so strong, he left his finger inside me while his other hand slid under my butt. He lifted me easily, my legs either side of his waist, his finger still in me. Lifted me easily and carried me to the bed, lowering me gently onto the white linen sheets. The old four poster bed with its lace drapes looked like something from a fairy story as the candles flickered. The room glowed softly, just the way I'd envisaged it. Only I hadn't envisaged me being in it with Joe. I hadn't envisaged me being in it with Joe AND Steve. But I was.

Steve followed. "What're you doing Joe?" He sounded plaintive. I would have giggled if I hadn't been making excited little noises that were rapidly morphing into excited big noises as Joe's finger impaled me. I mean, Steve, come on. Wasn't it obvious what Joe was doing? He was taking me to the bed. It didn't need more than half a brain to realize what would come next.

"What am I doing? I'm going to do Hayley, you can watch if you want."

"Jesus Joe! You can't do that!" Steve was looking apoplectic. 

"Can't? Fuck Steve, look at Hayley dude, I AM doing it." Joe smiled, standing next to the edge of the bed looking down at me, his erect cock jutting eagerly towards me. One of his hands was slowly stroking his erection. "Aren't I Haley?"

"What?" I hadn't been listening. I'd been looking at Joe's cock. It looked bigger now that it was about to take me, a lot bigger. Almost instinctively, I covered my sex with my hands. I was so small. His finger fitted in me. Two of his fingers had stretched me. His cock was much bigger than two fingers. Much bigger and much longer. 

"You're going to let me fuck you aren't you Hayley?" His voice was directed at me but it was loud, loud enough for Steve to hear. 

"Joe! What the..." .. "Okay" Steve and I spoke simultaneously although my answer was more of a weak gasp.

Joe joined me on the bed, lying next to me on his side, facing Steve. His cock bounced on my thigh as he slid in close to me, propped up on one elbow, looking down at me, eyeing my naked body. He grinned down at me, one hand running over my small breasts, my stomach, my thighs. I spread my legs a little apart as his hand ran down between my thighs. I moaned softly as his hand pushed my hands aside, as his finger sank gently inwards within my sex as Steve watched us. My hand clutched for his cock, found it, held it as he fingered me.

Joe's lips brushed my ear just before he looked up at Steve and grinned that shit-eating grin of his. "Live with it dude, I'm gonna fuck Hayley .... I'm gonna fuck her little cunt so hard she won't be able to walk tomorrow morning." 

My heart did a little dance all of its own at his words. Joe would fuck me. He would fuck me hard. I would wriggle and scream and moan and plead and sob and do whatever Joe wanted me to do. Just like those other girls did in the truck with Joe! Now it was my turn. Joe was going to fuck me. Joe was going to be the first man to take me. I was going to lose my virginity to Joe. I wanted that. Not to Steve. Not to my boyfriend, who was standing in the same room right next to the bed, looking down at me.

To Joe! 

"So if you wanna find out what her tight little cunt feels like before I fuck her, you better finger her now dude." Joe smiled down at me. "Spread your legs for Steve Hayley, show him what he's missing out on."

My heart skipped a couple of beats as I quickly obeyed Joe. I spread my legs wide as Joe removed his hand from me, removed his finger from inside me, exposing my sex to Steve's eyes as well as to Joe's. Only Steve had ever seen me like this before. Even then Steve hadn't seen me completely naked. I'd still been wearing my panties. I mean, Steve and I had made out any number of times in the past in the back of Joe's truck while Joe made out in the front. I'm sure Joe must have seen parts of me exposed in the course of those make out sessions but I'd deliberately never taken any notice. He'd certainly seen me in my itsy-bitsy bikini that summer as well. But neither Joe nor Steve had ever seen me like this. Neither of them had ever seen me sprawled on my back, naked and panting with excitement, my legs spread wide, my sex exposed and wet, Joe's cock clasped in my hand as I squirmed and moaned.

I watched Steve as he took a step closer, another step so that he was standing at the edge of the bed. Slowly, his face working, he sank to his knees, his face moving higher between my widespread legs, moving closer to my sex so that I could feel his breath on my skin. His hands moved into my sight, touched the insides of my legs just above my knees, slowly moved higher, sliding across my skin until they brushed my inner thighs just below my sex. I shivered and moaned again, my hips jerking a little, impatient for his touch. Or for Joe's touch. Steve made no further move. He just looked at my sex. 

"Jeez Steve, you've really got no idea have you." Joe looked down at me, shaking his head. "You gotta play with her pussy dude, touch her, lick her, get her all excited, right Hayley?"

"Uhhhhh...." I gasped helplessly.

"I'm not sure...." Steve sounded so hesitant. I looked at Joe instead, willing him to take charge.

"Okay dude, if you're not sure, I'll tell you what to do." Joe was talking to Steve, not me. "Get your ass up here on the bed beside her and give her pussy a good fingering." I felt his hand rest on my shin, then caress the insides of my knee, sliding up the inside of my thigh, moving backwards and forwards on my skin, a gentle caress as he eased my knee even further back and wider apart. 

"Like this, watch me dude." Joe's hand found my sex again. His finger toyed with me, teasing me. I wanted his finger in me but instead he teased my lips, brushing them, stroking them, running his fingertips along their length. Steve was looking right at me, watching my sex, watching Joe's finger toy with me as I mewled and gasped and moaned, moaning even louder as his finger finally ceased tormenting me and sank slowly and wetly into me. I gasped, I moaned, my hips jerked up against his hand as he digitally penetrated me.

"Steve's never fingered your cunt before has he Hayley?" At any other time Joe's question would have had me bright red with embarrassment. Tonight, all it did was make me moan a soft "No" in response. 

Joe chuckled at my answer. "Thought not." His glance ran over my body, making me tingle and burn. "You like me doing this don't you Hayley?" He grinned down at Steve. "You can hear how wet she is can't you dude?" His finger moved inside me and we all heard how wet I was. "How'd you like two fingers in your cunt Hayley?" 

My face burned with embarrassment. I looked from Joe to Steve to Joe to Steve. I could hear myself panting. I could hear my own wet sounds as Joe fingered me. God, I was so ready. I so wanted Joe's cock in me. I wasn't sure. I knew two of his fingers in me would be hard for my sex to absorb. "If you want to," I gasped. 

Joe wanted to. My head arched back as Joe furst eased his finger out, then worked two fingers into my sex. I could feel him stretching my entrance, stretching my sex around him as he forced that second finger into me. "Looks good doesn't it Steve?" Joe was smiling. "Feels good doesn't it Hayley?"

"Uhhhh," Steve hesitated.

"Uuugghhhhh." There was no hesitation on my part. I groaned as his second finger sank its full length inside me. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. I could feel myself stretched inside and it felt good. It felt better than good. I loved it. I wanted more but all I could do was look up at him and groan in helpless acquiescence as his fingers slowly moved in me. His face, the expression he wore, said that he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I'm sure my expression told him he could keep on doing whatever he wanted to me. If it didn't, it should have. Because that was how I felt.




Hayley's Party Ch. 01 Pt. B



"Come on, get your ass up here Steve." Joe was fingering me as he spoke. 

"Hayley, come on, get up, we're leaving." Steve was trying to sound assertive. He was trying to stand up to Joe. Instead he sounded a bit hysterical. Now he REALLY sounded like a loser. I felt bad for him. I didn't want Steve to be a loser, I wanted him to be like Joe. I looked at him and for the first time in a while, I spoke directly to him.

"Steve, come and lie down beside me.... please?"

He looked at me. He looked at my sex, two of Joes fingers in me and then, slowly, he crawled onto the bed and lay down beside me, propped up on one elbow, looking down at me. He looked woebegone. He looked like a loser even if he was still hard. I didn't want that. I wanted him excited and eager. Like Joe. I found his cock with my hand, stroked him slowly, my heart pounding. I was going to do this, I knew. I looked back at Joe.

"Why don't you kiss your girlfriend Steve." Joe's voice was almost mocking. I must have looked disappointed. His eyes looking down into mine, he chuckled. "Don't be so impatient Hayley, we've got all night." I moved my head, turning a little to look up at Steve. Next second he was kissing my mouth, kissing me hard, crushing his lips to mine almost painfully, his tongue probing forcefully into my mouth. He'd never kissed me like that before, so hard. It hurt and it was exciting and I kissed him back passionately, moaning my wild excitement into his mouth, longing for him to assert himself and take me now even as I lifted my hips to push my sex up at Joe's hand, at Joe's fingers as they moved inside me, sliding and twisting. It was hard to believe I was kissing my boyfriend while Joe's fingers penetrated my sex deeply, but I was and I felt no embarrassment, no shame. Only excitement.

Steve's mouth lifted from mine for a moment. I glanced at Joe momentarily. I forget what it was I was going to say because Steve locked his mouth to mine again and kissed me passionately, his tongue deep in my mouth, kissing me hard, kissing me aggressively, one of his hands on my breast. I liked that. I liked that his body pressed up against mine as we kissed, one hand under my shoulders, the other roaming over me as I lay there. He was definitely getting the idea and now I wanted him to touch my sex, to finger me. somehow, Joe knew what I wanted. Or if he didn't, he just did it without regard to what I wanted. His fingers withdrew from me, his hand left my sex, he took Steve's hand, placed it on me, place it firmly between my legs.

Steve's hand was on me, touching my sex at last. I moaned expectantly but his fingers didn't go where I wanted them. Not even one was inside me. Honestly, Steve could be so dense sometimes. I didn't want to give him instructions. I'd never done this with a guy before either, only with Joe and that was just now. I wanted Steve to take the initiative. I mean, back on the dance floor, I hadn't had to ask Joe to do anything. He'd just gone ahead and done it, just the same as now. I wished Steve would just do it. How did he expect to get his cock into me if he didn't even finger me? I mean, just because I'd told him no in the past was no reason to stop now. I was a girl. We change our minds like our panties, all the time. If lying here naked with him and with Joe wasn't a clue, nothing was.

"Put your finger inside her cunt and finger her for fuck's sake Steve. She wants it don't you Hayley?"

"Yes .... Yes...." Even with that, his finger wasn't finding its way inside me. Did I have to tell him everything? Steve looked at me for a moment before pressing closer to me, lying on his side beside me, propped up on one elbow, his nice hard cock resting on my thigh. It felt nice, silky hot and hard, just like always. I liked holding his cock in my hand, feeling its hardness, knowing I was arousing him, stroking him, feeling him come. Except tonight I didn't want him to come on me or in my mouth. I wanted him to come inside me. Just liked I wanted Joe inside me. Just like I wanted Joe to come in me.

Steve was looking at me, his eyes running over me. Just having his eyes on me like that made me feel hot. I was still waiting for his finger to enter me but instead his hand moved, left my sex, sliding over my stomach, brushing down my thighs, trailing his fingers up my inner thighs as I parted my legs more widely for him. It was nice but I didn't want nice. I gave a little murmur of encouragement as Steve's hand slid upwards to brush my sex again. I knew I was so wet there, wet and swollen. I could feel myself. Now I could also feel his fingers pushing between my slippery swollen lips at last. My hips twitched just a little, lifting, pushing myself against his fingers, moaning as they brushed across me, finally pushing into me where I was most sensitive. 

His hand urged my legs further apart, his fingers pressed against me again, one pushing deeply inwards so that I closed my eyes and shivered and gasped and spread my legs even wider for his hand. I reached for his head, pushing him down on my breast. He got the idea and started sucking and licking and kissing me again. I moved, arching my back, switching breasts on him and that felt even better. I was sopping wet again, his fingertips were brushing my sensitive clitoris, making me gasp each time they moved on me. I reached down, took his hand in mine, holding it, caressing his fingers, a black hole of nervous excitement opening up inside my stomach. I was going to have to show him what to do for god's sake. 

"Are you sure Hayley?" His voice was a gasp.

"Yes, yes I'm sure." Of course I was sure. Hadn't Joe just been fingering me in front of him? Jesus Steve! I mean, I loved him but his hesitation made me want Joe's hand back right away; its movements assured and confident as he cupped my sex. Joe didn't ask. Joe didn't hesitate. Not for a second. He took. Steve's hesitation was exasperating. I felt like saying "No Steve, I'm just lying here almost naked begging you to finger me because I'm a hot little Chinese virgin who can't wait to spread her legs for your buddy!" But I didn't. Steve was my guy, hesitant and unsure of himself as he was. Even caught up in my excitement, wanting Joe as I did, I thought I should give Steve a chance. I mean, I knew he was a virgin just like me, so he had an excuse, sort of.

I sighed happily, enjoying that first tentative probing of his finger into me, into my sex that I'd shaved completely, especially for tonight, especially for his enjoyment. Not that there had been that much to shave but I'd been very careful all the same. His finger cautiously explored, touched, probed. I sucked in my breath, moaning softly as a single digit eased its way slowly inside me. This was it! At last! I was so wet that his fingertip penetrated easily through my entrance! Easily? I was so eager my sex almost sucked it into me. Steve's finger felt so good, more exciting than I'd expected it to feel! Actually, it felt wonderful, as wonderful as Joe's finger had. That surprised me a little. In a nice way.

I lay there feeling his finger inside me, reveling in the sensations it created, one hand stroking Joe, one hand stroking Steve. Even now in hindsight it's hard to describe what it was doing to me! How breathtakingly delightful it felt! How abandoned I felt as Joe watched Steve finger me, as I thought of how easily I had let myself be fingered by both Joe and Steve. After having kept Steve's hands out of my panties for so long, I was now letting both of them touch me there and I'd let it happen without a single protest. All I can really say now is that while I had been wet with excitement from Joe's hand and my own anticipation of what he was going to do to me, when Steve fingered me while Joe looked down at me like that my sex became so wet that I was in serious danger of dehydration and only Steve's finger was plugging the leak.

I moaned loudly, raising my knees, drawing my feet up the bed, spreading my legs wider apart, pushing myself up against Steve's hand. Steve froze! I wanted more! Irked again by his uncertainty my hand moved to rest on his, pushed it hard against me, using my own fingers to force his finger deeper inside me, forcing it to move deeper in me, pushing its full length into me. Right away I wanted more!

"Move it inside me," I gasped, my impatience growing, almost tossing my head from side to side.

He did. It was great! I felt myself getting even wetter, if that was possible, as well as more and more excited. I moaned softly with contented excitement. Soon! Very soon! Impatient? I was dying to be taken. God, I was just so hot and wet, I couldn't wait! Joe knew that. He knew all too well what I wanted, how excited he was. When I saw the look on his face I also knew he was going to draw this out. He was making me wait, teasing me, enjoying my impatience and my eagerness.

"Her cunt feels good doesn't it?" Joe was talking over me to Steve. "She's so tight and wet." His words flowed over my skin, bring a new heat to me. 

His mouth lifted from my breast long enough to say "oh yeah." My hand on the back of his head pushed his mouth back to where it was doing the most for me. 

"Put two fingers in her dude, see what that feels like." Joe was full of helpful advice tonight. I knew exactly what it felt like but it wasn't like Joe was talking to me. Steve did as he'd been told. A second finger inserted itself thickly inside my sex, a second finger for me to squirm on, to moan on, for my sex to make wet noises on. My back arched, my body juddered before sinking back down on the bed. This was so different from anything I'd done before. Different from anything I'd ever imagined myself doing. Sure, I'd daydreamed about Steve touching me. If we're being honest, I'd fantasized about other guys touching me as well. But never had I daydreamed about being with two guys like this. Never!

Steve's fingers inside my sex didn't help my thought processes at all, even not moving much his digital penetration was driving me half-crazy. I looked helplessly up at Joe while Steve's hand and his fingers inside me worked wetly, holding me enthralled while his mouth worked on one of my breasts. Joe looked down at me, smiling, watching me as I lay limp between them, unable to move. I realized my hands still clasping both their cocks but resting, not moving, my focus all on what was happening to me. As Steve's fingers moved in me, one of Joe's hands stoked my inner thigh. Somehow, the brush of his fingers on my skin with its promise of what was to come was as excited as Steve's touch. 

I looked at Joe, looked into his eyes, watching his face as he ran his gaze over my naked body. As his eyes moved, I knew he was looking at my breasts, my body, at the most intimate part of me, where Steve's hand cupped me. In reaction to his eyes, I felt a wild hot flush spread from my face, down my neck, over my shoulders to my breasts. What was wrong with me? What was I doing lying there letting this happen to me? I could feel myself blushing fierily as Steve's fingers probed and slid inside me, not really teasing me because Steve didn't know enough to tease me. I couldn't think clearly at all, my mind was like a marshmallow, all soft and gooey and panting with excitement. I could feel both their cocks in my hands. I couldn't help comparing them as I held them. Joe's cock was hard. Long and hard and thick, far bigger than Steve's. Just feeling it made me shiver so that I spread my legs wider for Steve's hand, moaning out loud.

Joe's hand moved to mine, rested on mine where I held him, urged me to stroke him slowly. I did as he wanted, my hand continuing to merely hold Steve. With my renewed attention to their cocks, I could confirm my earlier impression. Joe was bigger than Steve, thicker and longer. The thought of that cock inside me made me shiver and moan again. If it felt better than their fingers, I'd be in heaven. Stroking Joe's cock in my hand, feeling his eyes on me, I felt that intense excitement I'd felt earlier. Somehow, his looking at me while Steve's finger was in me was exhilarating. Let Steve say no to Joe! I'd already surrendered body and soul to Joe long ago. Now I just wanted to lie there and spread my legs for him. I wanted to lie there and let Joe have his way with me.

I also liked looking at Joe as my boyfriend kissed and sucked away at one breast and pushed his fingers clumsily into me. I closed my eyes for a moment, knowing that I was soon to lose my virginity. From that look on Joe's face, I knew what he wanted. When he smiled down at me like that, I knew that he knew that I knew. He knew that I wasn't going to say no. I'd already told him that, I'd already surrendered myself and Joe knew it.. Knowing that Joe was going to take me while Steve watched him do me simply added to my anticipation. My eyes on Joe, I squirmed on Steve's fingers again, moaning softly, loving the feel of that digital penetration, excited even more by Joe watching me lying there wriggling and moaning. I was wriggling and moaning like one of Joe's girls! The only question in my mind was when was Joe going to take me? 

Joe grinned at me. I was sure he knew exactly what I was thinking. I could tell he was enjoying this. He was enjoying knowing that he was going to be the one to take me first, regardless of Steve's presence. He also knew that I knew what he was thinking even as I moaned softly while Steve's fingers made wet noises in my sex. In that moment, how Steve would feel as he watched Joe take me before his eyes played no part in my willingness to surrender myself to Joe. I didn't care what Steve thought, even if he was my boyfriend. Joe was going to be the first to fuck me, I knew that. Seeing Joe, holding his cock in my hand, feeling him so hard and eager for me, I wanted Joe's confidence, his forcefulness. I wanted to be taken peremptorily, I wanted to be dominated and have the decisions taken from me, made for me. I wanted to be taken and I knew Joe would take me the way I wanted to be taken

Steve raised his head, smiling down at me, breathing hard. "Hayley," he breathed, lowering his mouth to my breast again. 

My hand stroked his hair. "Steve," I gasped. But my eyes were on Joe as I spoke, just as Joe's were on mine.

Joe's hand was on me now too, gently caressing the taut flatness of my stomach, pausing there, resting on my skin, his touch seeming to burn into me. His fingers trailed downwards, moved down further, running lightly over the upper part of my swollen labial lips, teasing my lips where they were stretched around Steve's fingers, delicately caressing me, sending a flooding surge of added sensations racing through me. I shivered and moaned, my knees twitching even wider apart of their own accord, knowing that both of them could see my sex, see my naked body. I found myself blushing hotly as Joe's fingers touched me intimately, moving around Steve's. I moaned a wordless little sound of pure pleasure, my back arching a little, accepting his touch on me willingly.

Steve continued his leisurely fingering of my sex while Joe's fingertips danced over me, teased my labia, found and gently, tenderly, caressed my clitoris, sending waves of heat flooding through me so that I cried out in sudden irresistible pleasure. He continued to gently strum my clitoris, his fingers sliding down my labial lips, slippery with my juices, caressing me and then squeezing me around Steve's fingers as they penetrated me. God, I couldn't help it. Both of them were touching me there at the same time! I arched my back and my head back and cried out with the sensations that arose within me.

"Well, someone's enjoying themself," Joe said. His fingers kept touching me. Oh god! "You nice and wet Hayley?"

"Uhhhhh." It was my turn to sound like an idiot. That sizzling heat I felt had spread from my face down my neck onto my chest and then to my breasts. My nipples, already swollen to a rubbery aching hardness with excitement, had swollen even further, a painful hardness that demanded assuagement. 

"Suck hard on her tits Steve." Joe's voice was assertive, commanding, and decisive! The decisiveness that I craved! Steve did as he was told, his mouth suckling hard on me, his tongue circling my hardened nipple, sending shockwaves through my body that met the waves emanating from my sex, filling my body with their echoes and reverberations so that I moaned again, far more loudly, my head arching back, eyes wide.

"Hey Steve." Joe's voice interrupted my reverie, interrupted Steve. His mouth lifted from my breast. His fingers still moved slowly in me though, drawing another wet sound from my sex, another whimpering moan from my mouth. I could feel Joe's cock in my hand as I continued to stroke it, hot and hard and big. Bigger than Steve's.

"Yeah?" Steve was breathing hard, panting.

"Her cunt feels good doesn't it?"

"Yeah, yeah it does." His fingers twisted in me. Joe's fingers stroked my lips. All I could do was pant for breath and moan softly.

"Well, I think it's time for Hayley to do some work now, get your fingers out of her dude." He smiled at me. "Up onto your knees Hayley, time to get that mouth of yours wrapped around my cock." He smirked at Joe. It was definitely a smirk. "She can suck your cock next dude, you don't mind taking turns do you?"

I felt disappointment and a sense of physical loss as Steve's fingers emerged from within me. I did as I was told though. I rolled over and scrambled to my knees, sitting back on my heels, looking at Steve and Joe as they lay side by side on their backs, erect cocks bouncing in the air. Joe smiled at me and I knew what was coming. My heart raced.

"Get your mouth down here and suck my cock Hayley."

I looked at him for a moment. Then I moved forward, kneeling over him on my knees and forearms to take his cock in one hand. In my mind there was no hesitation. None. Lowering my head, I licked his cockhead slowly before parting my lips and moving my mouth down over the glans. Once he was in my mouth, I swirled my tongue around, teasing his glans, enjoying the way he sucked his breath in and stroked my head.

"That's good Hayley, that's very good." It was gratifying to receive some positive feedback. Steve had never really complimented me on my cock-sucking technique, just enjoyed it. I tried to smile around Joe's cock and ended up slurping noisily instead. My face red with embarrassment, I decided to forget smiling and just concentrate on sucking on Joe's cock to the best of my ability. On that first downward bob of my head, I let my mouth slide down his shaft as far as I could, taking his cock halfway into my mouth. It was slightly uncomfortable and for a moment I was worried I'd cough or choke, but Joe's light grip on my hair was enough to pull me back up before that happened.

I knelt, content after that to let his hand control my head as I serviced him. A couple of dozen very slow bobs of my head and then he tilted my head back, making me look up at him. Saliva coated my lips and dribbled onto his cockhead, but he smiled. "That was good Hayley." Then, leaning forward, he pressed a light kiss to the top of my forehead. "Now, I think it's Steve's turn." His tone was casual, as casual as if he'd said it was time for a beer. I blinked, looking up at him, a little confused. He didn't want me to continue for longer? "You want her to suck on your cock don't you Steve?"

"Uuuhhh ... yeah," Steve gasped. Now he sounded more like he normally did.

"Go ahead Hayley, suck Steve's cock." His tone was gentle but firm, the tone you use with a recalcitrant child who hasn't quite understood what it's been told to do. We all knew who was in charge.

I blinked and half turned towards Steve, breathing hard as I lowered my head towards his cock, my back to Joe. Steve groaned out loud, clutching at my head as I plunged my mouth down on him, then pulled back with my lips on his shaft, sucking and licking a little noisily. He was definitely smaller than Joe. I could work my lips further down on him, taking two thirds of his length into my mouth easily. After a few seconds, I found a steady rhythm, bobbing my head on him, working my lips and tongue on his shaft, taking him deep into my mouth, pulling back all the way until his cock merely brushed my lips, then plunging my mouth back down on him. I held his cockshaft with one hand and cradled his balls in the other, enjoying myself.




Hayley's Party Ch. 01 Pt. C



Please note this is Part C of a 3 part Chapter One. Parts A & B should be read first, otherwise what's happening here has no context. ... There's also a Prologue (Hayley's Party Chapter 00) and I've posted some follow on chapters (02 thru 05) with more coming.





Hayley's Party Ch. 01 Pt. C



"I want you Hayley."

"Yeah," I gasped. As if he couldn't tell.

He kissed me tenderly. "Hey Steve, you want to know what your girlfriend's little cunt feels like while I work my cock all the way into her?"

Steve looked at me, then back at Joe. "Yeah." Excited but subdued. Well, I guess I'd be a bit subdued if I was him. It's not every day you get to watch your best buddy fuck your girlfriend. It's even less common if it's your girlfriend's first time. I closed my eyes, content to feel Joe on me, his cock slowly easing up inside me. I was wet alright. I could hear wet noises from where he was moving in me.

"Okay, stick your finger all the way up Hayley's butt."

"What?" "Huuughhh?" Steve and I replied simultaneously. Well, Steve replied. I gasped. Joe's instruction to Steve had my complete attention but I wasn't exactly coherent What the...?

Joe ignored me, speaking to Steve. "Slide your finger up Hayley's butt as far as you can, that way you can feel my cock while I work it all the way into her." He snickered, looking down at me, looking down into my eyes. "It's as close as you're going to get to feeling your girlfriend's hot little cunt taking its first cock dude."

"Huh?" I'd never imagined having anything up my butt. What? But I didn't have any time to think further about it at all. My eyes flew wide open as Steve's fingertip pushed up against my anal entrance, his fingertip nuzzling my tight little ring of anal muscle. He wasn't? Was he?

"HHHUUGGHHHHH!" He was! He did! My body jerked, quivering as his fingertip pushed harder, pushed through my sphincter, pushed into me without pause, pushed up inside me. That jerk away from Steve's finger pushed me further onto Joe's cock. My jerk away from Joe's cock pushed me further onto Steve's finger. Oh fuck! Fuck this was weird. But it wasn't as if there was anything I could do about it. How come Steve was so fast to stick his finger in my butt when Steve told him to? If he'd been this fast with his cock, it'd have been Steve doing to me what Joe was doing to me. Although if I was honest with myself, it was Joe I really wanted right now. That thought faded to the back of mind, just another puzzle that the feeling of Steve's finger probing deeper and deeper into my butt rapidly superseded.

"Yeah, that's it Steve, I can feel it dude ... oh yeah ... that feels great ... stick your finger right up her ass dude, okay ... push man! ... all the way in!"

Steve pushed. "Like that?" Steve's voice was a shaky whisper. 

Not half as shaky as my voice. "NNNNNUUGHHHH." His finger slid all the way up inside my butt. Oh fuck. Oh Jesus! It might have felt great for Joe and for Steve. For me it just felt strange, a weird intrusion where I hadn't every expected anything to go.

"You okay Hayley?" Joe sounded like he meant that genuinely. I guess I was as okay as anyone is who's just had a finger inserted all the way up their butt when they didn't expect it. Expect? I'd never even imagined it. 

"Huuuuugghhhh ... nnnghhhuuuhhhh... nnnnnggghhhhh." My groans just came out of my mouth uncontrollably. Steve's finger was all the way inside my butt. Oh God! It felt so weird. So intense. The sensation seemed to curl and twist through my body, coiling within me, filling me. I wasn't exactly saying yes, but I didn't say no either. I'd told Joe he could do whatever he wanted to me and I'd meant it. I just hadn't expected anything like this. It had never even occurred to me. But if he wanted to do this to me, I wasn't going to say no unless it hurt me. And this didn't hurt, it was just ... strange.

"Yeah dude, that's it. Now just keep it there whatever she does." Joe grinned down at me but he spoke for Steve. "Now tell me if you can feel my cock moving inside her."

He pushed himself into me a little further, a little more forcefully than he'd been doing up until now. Beads of sweat once more broke out on my forehead as my sex stretched around his cockhead. He eased back. Forward again, pushing again, stretching me a little more. Back again. Pausing with only the head of his cock inside me! Jesus! Jesus and Mary! I could feel his cock shaft moving through my entrance, sliding and holding me stretched open, I could feel his cockhead pushing deeper still in my sex, stretching me with every movement. It didn't exactly hurt but I did feel very very full. And all the time there was that weird second penetration in my butt, not painful, not even uncomfortable. Just ... weirdly different and completely unexpected.

"Yeah, I can feel that." Steve sounded excited. "I can feel your cock moving in her Joe." He was looking down at me. They were both looking down at me but it was Steve that spoke. "Can you feel that Hayley?"

"Uuuggghhhhhh." Well fuck Steve, of course I could fucking feel it, it was buried in my butt wasn't it. I couldn't stop making little noises every time Joe moved inside me. They just came out of me whenever they wanted to. Steve definitely wasn't the only one that was feeling Joe's cock. And I wasn't only feeling Joe's cock. Oh fuck no. I could feel his cock and Steve's finger both. Joe's cock was fucking big and fucking hard and Steve's finger was buried deep in me, a weird double penetration that left me quivering like a leaf between them. There was a long moment when neither of them moved in me and I had to groan again, a choked off sound that reflected what I was feeling. Joe looked down at me and kissed me again.

"Is she okay?" Steve sounded concerned. But his finger stayed buried deep in my butt. I guess he wasn't that worried.

"Don't worry, she can take it, can't you Hayley?"

"Nnnuuughhhhh," I gasped again, my back arching as I tried to relieve that thick internal pressure pushing upwards inside me, stretching me almost painfully but not quite. That weird dual pressure. My mouth still wasn't working. "Ooohhuughhhh." 

I guess I could take it.

I couldn't stop myself from groaning though. Choked-off groans that just came out of me one after the other. But I didn't want it to stop, I wanted Joe to keep going, I wanted all of him in me. Joe paused inside me again. That was fine with me for now. He looked down at me but when he talked, but his words were for my boyfriend, not for me. Or maybe they were for me as well. It wasn't like I was paying much attention to anything other than that cock and that finger in me.

"See Steve, you have to work your cock gently into a tight little cunt like Hayley's... When you get a tight little cunt like hers, you've got to do them bit by bit, work your way into them gently dude."

Joe suited his next actions to his words, beginning to move inside me in a slow steady rhythm, not pausing at all now, pushing just a fraction deeper into me with each gentle movement, gently easing himself back until just his cockhead was inside me, then easing into me again. I could feel him working his way a little deeper inside my sex with each movement, stretching me for his cock. At the same time, Steve's finger continued to impale my butt, that weird double penetration continuing to hold me helpless and unmoving on the bed, gasping and groaning with each slow slide of Joe's cock in me. All I could do was lie there making choked off little noises, my knees clutching at Joe's ribs, my feet resting against his hips, my body jerking and juddering beneath him as his cock slid thickly into me, withdrew, slid in again. And again. And again.

It stretched me each time he thrust his cock up deeper inside of me. Every movement strained my vaginal channel around him. I could do nothing except focus on the feel of his cock working its way up inside me and the secondary sensation of Steve's finger in my butt. I groaned. I groaned and I moaned and I sobbed and I gasped and I made weird little whining sounds and my body juddered and quivered. With over half of his cock now inside me, Joe stopped moving again, which suited me just fine. I already felt like I was stuffed full and I needed a break. His mouth closed on mine and we kissed. My mouth instinctively opened wide for him, he kissed me hard, his tongue deep inside my mouth, his eyes locked to mine. His mouth lifted from mine at last.

"Steve!"

"What?"

"Get you head up here and give your girlfriend a kiss."

Panting, I turned my head to look at Steve. He twisted and moved up the side of the bed, somehow keeping his finger inside my butt but twisting as he moved so that I gasped. After a moment where we just looked at each other, he kissed me passionately. I kissed him back, playing with his tongue, opening my mouth wide to him.

"Go on Steve, kiss her and finger fuck her ass at the same time."

Steve's eyes looked into mine, his mouth lifted for a second, moved down to my ear.

"I love you Hayley," he whispered, and then he was kissing me hard and his finger was moving, twisting and corkscrewing in me, sliding in and out of my butt and I was gasping and moaning helplessly into his mouth as he did that to me. Jesus! In two years of dating Steve had never said he loved me. He'd said all sorts of other things but never that he loved me. And now of all moments, when Joe was fucking me in front of him, he told me that he loved me. This was too weird. But I forgot all about that when Joe nibbled at my neck, then my ear. He whispered so only I could hear him.

"Don't worry Hayley, it's going to feel good for you real soon..." He breathed hard. "But first I want to get all my cock inside you..." He lifted his head and when he spoke now, it was for Steve. "Push your finger all the way up her ass and hold it there dude."

Steve obeyed. I could see the excitement in his eyes as I felt his finger push hard, push deep as I gasped into his mouth, then groaned. Joe smiled. My sex stretched around him as his cockhead pushed deeper, stretching the walls of my vaginal channel around his shaft. He pushed into me hard, not stopping, not pulling back, pushing into me, not relenting in the slightest. I moaned into Steve's mouth as he kissed me, groaned loudly, my head arching, my back arching up, my heels beating a wild little tattoo against Joe's hips. Steve's mouth stayed locked to mine, his finger staying buried in my butt as Joe forcefully worked his cock all the way up inside me. There was nothing gentle about his penetration now. He was taking me.

"Mmmmmpphhhaaaaaaaa..." My pained cry was muffled by Steve's mouth on mine. My eyes teared up, my body quivered. Joe's cock remorselessly drove into me, pulling back, then pushing in hard again, forcing another inch of that thickly rigid cock up inside my narrow channel. My body arched tautly beneath him.

"Hhhhuuugghhhhh!" I moaned as he pushed hard, penetrating a little further. Steve's mouth lifted from mine, his face looked down into mine, watching me intently as Joe fucked his way deeper and deeper into me.

"Ooooaaahhhhhh." I sobbed as Joe pulled out of me slowly until only the swollen cockhead remained inside me, leaving me feeling momentarily empty. He paused. "You're too fucking..." I started to gasp. He thrust his cock into me, pushing higher. "Biggguuaaagghhhhh... aaagghhhhh ...oowwwwaaaahhh ... oohhhaaaghhhh ... nngggaaaahhhh." I was making the same noises those other girls had made in the front seat when Joe took them. I was squealing. I was squealing just like every new girl I'd heard Joe fuck. 

"Don't worry, it'll all fit inside you real soon," he gasped, briefly pausing high inside me, a moments respite has he looked at Steve who'd now stopped kissing me. "Hey dude, can you feel my cock inside her? ... Jesus, your girlfriend's so fucking tight Steve, it's a shame her cunt's gonna be stretched before you get your cock into her, her cunt feels so fucking hot. Told you I'd make her squeal, dude."

"Oh yeah man." Steve sounded enthusiastic. He sounded excited. He was excited at watching and listening to Joe fuck me? My boyfriend was excited by this? I knew that now but fuck! It still seemed weird to me.

"Hhhhuuuughhhhh." All I could do was groan. Joe was pressing into me, an intense pressure deep within me that forced a groan from me as my feet kicked high above his back.

"You okay Hayley?" He didn't stop moving in me.

What could I say? Would it matter if I wasn't? How could he tell when all I could do was groan and moan and sob. " Ooooaaahhhhhh ... aaauuhhhh... uughhhhh!"

He grinned. "Yeah, sorry, I know, you're feeling a bit fucked..." He kissed me gently, brushed my hair back, his hand wiped the sweat from my forehead, away from my eyes, his cock moving deep into me as his hand ran over my skin.

"Hhhuughhh." Jesus. His cock was almost all in me. I felt so full. I felt him sliding in so deeply, his cockshaft so far up inside me it felt like it was going up into my chest. Fuck! How long was he? This felt fucking impossible! Steve's finger was still deep in my butt but now I felt it almost as an afterthought while Joe's cock moved steadily in and out of me, sliding through my entrance, pulling back until only the head of his was cock was inside me, pushing into me again. So deep. So long. Oh Jesus Jesus Jesus it was starting to feel really good.

"You know Hayley ... you're the first ... the first Chinese virgin ... I've ever fucked." 

"Nnnnnhhhhh." I was? Was there a difference between Chinese virgins and those gweilo girls he'd fucked? Did I squeal differently or something? I wanted to know but talking wasn't something I felt up to. I tried to file that question away for later but it kind of slipped from my mind as his cock slipped into me, wiping away the thought as I groaned again.

"Hhhuuuhhhhh!" Slowly he eased his cock back before pushing into me again, pushing hard again, penetrating more deeply into my not-quite-so-virgin-anymore sex with his cock. It still felt uncomfortable when he reached deep inside me where he hadn't yet been and stretched me around him. Each time he did that I groaned again. Joe took a deep breath.

"Ohhh yeah... Oh yeah ... You're good ... you're so fucking tight ... I love fucking virgins ... thanks for saving it for me Hayley."

"You're welcomeuughhhhhhh." Oh fuck. Why was I always so polite?

"Hhhnnnghhhh." Jesus!

"Uuuhhhh." Oh lord god, I felt so stuffed full! Was there room inside me for more?

"Hhhuughhhnnnaaagghh." His cock was so impossibly deep inside me. Fuck! How far in me was it going? Jesus Christ La!

His movements inside me were steady now, a regular in and out thrusting, moving more easily now that most of my sex had been stretched around his cockshaft, only uncomfortable when he pushed in to me a little deeper, as he did now only on every third or fourth slide. His fingers entwined themselves in my hair, held my head still, his mouth clamped down on mine hard, his tongue searching deep, dominating my mouth the same way his cock was dominating my sex. I could feel him deep inside me, almost all his cock in me now, long and thick, reaching up impossibly far inside me with every sliding thrust. I could tell he was almost all in me. Almost.

"Ooooaaaahhhhhh." He pushed into me one last time. One last time I felt him stretching me and then I knew his cock was all the way into me and I could feel him pressing against me where we joined. He pulled all the way back until only the head of him was inside me. I gasped, Joe smiled, then he pushed into me. A long slow thrust that went on and on and on and this time he didn't stop until his pelvic mound was pushed hard up against my sex, crushing my labial lips, the fronts of his thighs forcing mine back and wide apart. Huge and thick and hard and stretching my sex around him. There was no more of him to go inside me. He was all in me. All of him! I was stuffed full and it didn't hurt anymore. Not much. My sex did a spastic little dance around his invading cock. I squirmed under him, wondering of there was any way I could get just a little more of him into me, panting with the effort.

"God Steve, you're girlfriend's cunt's so fucking tight." Joe groaned. 

"Hhhuuuggghhh." It wasn't like I was talking. I couldn't think, let alone speak intelligibly. All I could do was experience what was happening to me, feel the intense pressure of that enormous cock within me, filling me and stretching me. Joe kissed the tears from my eyes, kissed his way tenderly down my face until his lips met mine again. We shared another passionate kiss while he held himself still inside me. Steve's finger was still buried deep in my butt, I could feel his cock pressed against my hip as he lay tight up beside me. I glanced at him, still panting, saw him looking at me, saw that weird rapt excitement on his face. I tried to speak, my mouth working, nothing coming out. 

"Hey dude," Joe was smiling at Steve again, "your girlfriend's cunt feels reaaaaal nice and tight and she's so fucking wet." He snickered. "Did you feel me going all the way into her dude?"

"Yeah, yeah I did." Steve was panting. Absently, I thought that was kind of strange. But then, what was happening to me right now was a bit strange too and I wanted more of Joe in me if that was possible. I stopped trying to think as I reached down to find my ankles where they pointed at the ceiling, grasped them with my hands and pulled them back, back and down until they almost touched Joe's shoulders. Then I groaned as somehow, his cock penetrated me just a little deeper, an additional half inch or so that my new position allowed him.

"Ohhh fuck Hayley that feels good." Joe's reaction was a groan of pleasure that made me shiver with happiness. "Your cunt feels so fucking good."

Joe started to fuck me slowly now, his cock pulling all the way back until only his cockhead was inside me, then thrusting inwards until he was hilted all the way inside me, his pelvic mound crushed up against me. Long slow thrusts that still caused me a little discomfot, but nowhere near that first extended period of initial penetration when my vaginal channel had adjusted to his rigid size! To my relief, I was beginning to actually enjoy this. His fingers were still entwined in my hair, controlling my head just as his body controlled mine. I could feel my excitement, my arousal, growing as he moved slowly, as he rode me, his shaft sliding inwards as my labial lips clung tightly to him, then slowly withdrawing. 

As he moved in me, I could feel his chest moving against my breasts, rubbing almost harshly on my swollen nipples as he had me, sending little ripples of pleasure through my body. His hips lifted and lowered under my feet, his ribs expanded and contracted against my knees as he breathed, his thighs moved against mine, his body moved on me. His cock slid inwards at the juncture of our bodies, sliding in and out of me. I was finally being fucked and it felt so good! A hot glow washed outwards from my sex, from my swollen clitoris, washing through my body with each long slow thrust. Somewhere, Steve's finger had removed itself from my butt and now I felt more relaxed, more at ease with what was happening to me, what was being done to me.

"How's that Hayley?" Joe's voice purred. "Feel better now?"

"It feels good," I managed to choke out, "now." I watched Joe's face, seeing the pleasure there as he moved, as he had me. Then "I want to touch it." I was curious to find out what his cock felt like under my fingers as all of it moved in and out of me. 

"Sure." He lifted his weight from me on outstretched arms, looking down at where our bodies interconnected as he moved. "Fuck, look at that Steve; her cunt's stretched around my cock like a fucking rubber band?" He grinned down at me. "Take a look at yourself Hayley."

I drew in a sobbing breath and raised my head, looking down between our bodies. I could see his cock, hugely thick, jutting forward from his body and disappearing into mine between my thighs. My lips were stretched around him, stretched tightly around him, the thickness of his shaft filing the gap between my thighs completely. I watched, feeling it as he slowly eased himself back, seeing my sex lips clinging tightly to his shaft, stretching as he eased himself outwards. His cockshaft emerged from me slowly, impossibly thick, glistening with my wetness, inch after inch after inch easing out of me, impossibly long and solid looking, on and on until only that swollen cockhead remained inside me. I shivered, finding it hard to believe that the thick length of him could ever fit inside me. It had, I knew. I had watched it slide out of me.




Hayley's Party Ch. 01 Pt. C



I watched it slide back into me. All of it, slowly pushing up inside me. I watched, breathing hard, it as it did, seeing that long thick shaft disappearing into me sex. I felt it. I felt every inch of it. It was my turn to gasp as I sagged back onto the bed. "Fuck ... oh fuck... fuck."

Moaning softly, I reached down with my hand, still half unable to believe that his enormous shaft was actually penetrating all the way up inside me. Unable to believe that my sex could accept that enormous girth even as I watched and felt it sliding slowly up into me! Joe's eyes were on me now, watching me looking down at our joining. He held himself still as, hesitantly, I let my fingers explore once more, touching myself where he was joined to me. He smiled, then moved and now I felt his shaft slide under my fingertips, in, all the way in, then slowly out. Oh fuck! Fuck! It felt wonderful!

Joe looked at me looking down at our joining. He glanced down at Steve, still watching, breathing hard. "Hey dude," his tone towards Steve was harsh, cruel even, sending little shivers through my body as I listened to him. Steve was watching too, watching Joe's cock sliding in and out of me. Steve glanced up at him.

"Yeah?"

"You gotta feel this too Steve, put your hand on your girlfriend's belly dude."

Steve looked up at him, meekly obeying, his hand resting on my flat stomach. Joe grinned, drew his cock outwards until only the swollen head remained in me, then began to move into me, slowly, impaling me with the full length of his cock. My head fell back on the bed. It was all I could do to just lie there and breath and feel him go into me.

"Can you feel my cock going all the way into her dude."

"Yeah." Steve's response was a gasp.

"Ohhhhhhhh." So could I as Joe's cock slid into me all the way. He was buried to the balls. I knew that. I could feel his balls brushing my butt.

"Want to feel me do that again?" Joe's question was directed to Steve. I glanced at Steve. Steve looked at me, like he was asking for my permission. Joe smiled. "Hayley doesn't mind, do you Hayley?"

"No, I don't mind." No, I didn't mind at all. I smiled at Steve. Somehow, seeing his excitement as he looked at what Joe was doing to me, I wanted to, I'm not quite sure what, maybe rub his face in what was happening to me? "Go on Steve." I reached out and took Steve's hand in mind, took my boyfriend's hand and placed it on my stomach, low, where I could feel Joe inside me. "Do you want to feel Joe's cock in me?"

"Yeah ... yeah, I do!" Steve's fingers kneaded my belly. Joe moved in me, out, then in again. As he did so, Steve's fingers caressed my belly, massaging me, sliding down to my sex, touching my lips where they clung to Joe's cock. I was, like, totally sure now he was getting off on watching Joe fuck me. I was certainly excited by Steve watching Joe fuck me. My fingers played around my labial lips where Joe's shaft joined me, feeling myself stretched around his girth, feeling Steve's fingers touching me there too. My heels slid and brushed along Joe's hips as they lifted and plunged lazily. 

My hand left Steve's fingers to play with me and instead I sought Steve's cock. I found it easily, began to slowly stroke him as Joe slowly fucked me. I watched Steve's face, watched him looking at my sex, watched him looking as Joe's cock slid in and out of me making soft wet noises, feeling Steve so solid and rigidly hard in my clasp. Biting my bottom lip, I tried to spread my legs wider apart, tried to display more of myself to both of them. One of the nice things about Tae Kwon Do is that it builds flexibility. I was very flexible. I succeeded in spreading my legs wider. Joe groaned in appreciation. Steve's cock throbbed under my fingers.

"Does that feel good?" I gasped, looking up at Joe.

"Oh yeah, yeah, that feels fucking good Hayley," he breathed.

"Fuck yeah," Steve gasped simultaneously. I looked at him, startled. What? I mean, I knew I was ashamed of myself letting Joe fuck me. Excited but ashamed. But my boyfriend was all excited watching someone else fuck me. And his hand was on my sex feeling Joe's cock slide into me as he breathed "Does that feel good Hayley?"

"Yeah ... yeah it feels so good Steve." My voice was a moan as I looked up at my boyfriend's face. "I can feel Joe's cock go into meeeeeooohhhh". My voice trailed away into a moan as Joe's cock buried itself in me. "Can you feel it Steve ... Can you feel Joe's cock in my cunt?" My hand stroked Steve's cock slowly. God, he felt like an iron bar.

"Yeah ... Oh fuck yeah." Steve was panting. "I can feel it."

Joe glanced at Steve and laughed. "I think your boyfriend likes watching me fuck you Hayley." Joe's voice had that cruel twist to it again. My insides seemed to twist and coil. Joe looked down at me. "I think I want to fuck you a bit harder now Hayley."

"Okay." I gasped as his weight came down on me and his fingers in my hair pulled my head back again. When he did that, my back arched and the muscles of my sex clasped him more tightly while my feet kicked up in the air over Joe's back as his cock plunged into me. This time it was Joe that groaned, a low, barely audible groan of pleasure that sent ripples through me. Then he started to move hard inside me, short hard strokes that jarred my body as he hilted himself into me with each thrust. I'd never felt anything like it before, which wasn't surprising given his was my first cock. I'd never imagined anything like this before, his cock moving hard in and out of my cunt, the bed squeaking beneath us, the antique wood groaning, me groaning, joe's body moving hard on mine. 

"Oh yeah, give it to her hard Joe, give it to her hard," Steve breathed. I heard him but the words didn't sink in. Just one more sensory input among many, most of them related to Joe's body pounding me down against the mattress, his cock slamming into me again and again. The feelings as his cock plunged into me generated an intensity of sensation that I'd never imagined. I was no longer in control of my own body. Joe controlled it, Joe's cock filling me, Joe's cock was the entire focus of my being as I lay beneath him, a willing receptacle for his fucking. I moaned, I sobbed, I cried out, my legs kicking helplessly as he rode me, my hands clutching at him, feeling my excitement rising, rising higher, on the edge now, closer and closer and closer.

Even the orgasm Joe had given me by licking my sex couldn't compare to what he was doing to me now. I felt my sex tighten around his cock, waves of pleasure washing through my entire body with every movement. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, I drew my knees back as far as I could, curling my toes even as I tried my best to urge Joe into me with my heels. Nothing had ever felt as good as Joe's steel-hard cock fucking me.

"Finger fuck her butt dude."

Steve obeyed instantly, driving his finger into my anal passage so that I squealed and bucked a little at the sudden digital penetration. Only this time it wasn't so strange, I knew what it would feel like and somehow I welcomed it. My body shivered as Joe's cock and Steve's finger began to move in a fast rhythm and counter-rhythm within my sex and my butt. I was helpless, riding that wave that was building and building as Joe rode me with merciless skill. His hands held me, his body pinned me, his cock drove into me and I was shaking uncontrollably. Nothing was comparable as I experienced my third orgasm of the night, a wave of sensation and pleasure that rolled through me in a tsunami of sensation that drove everything else from my mind.

After what seemed to me to be the longest minute of my life my orgasm slowly faded away, leaving my body glowing, leaving me panting for breath, limp and unable to move. But Joe was still on me and in me, still fucking me hard. I turned my head to look at Steve. His eyes were wide in disbelief but his face was flushed with excitement, still finger fucking my butt while his best friend was fucking me. Joe followed the direction of my gaze and grinned, stroking my hair back from my sweat-beaded forehead. It wasn't just my forehead; my entire body was slippery with sweat, Joe's and mine.

"Does that feel good Hayley? You like my cock fucking you?" He was gasping, I could sense his enjoyment at what he was doing to me. I liked that! I liked it very much!

"Yes ... Yes," I gasped, still looking at Steve, "keep fucking me ... don't stop."

Joe grinned at Steve. "Your girlfriend's a hottie alright Steve ... such a tight juicy little cunt ... I should've fucked her before." He looked down at me then. "You'd have liked that wouldn't you Hayley?" His words sent a thrill rippling and coiling through me so that I moaned softly.

"Yeah ... Yeah I'd have liked that Joe ... fuck me more."

He did and I moaned and sobbed and made lots of noise, still looking at Steve as Joe's cock moved hard inside me. I couldn't believe how good it felt to be fucked, to have his cock sliding up inside me, each of his sliding driving thrusts sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body. The feel of his weight on me, between my legs, spreading me wide, his chest crushing down on my breasts, his movements on me as he took me, all accentuated the pleasure that I felt. Steve watching Joe fuck me gave me an added little frisson.

"Time for a change," Joe breathed. "Take your finger out of her."

I moaned with disappointment as he withdrew from me, moaned again as Steve's finger eased out of my ass, leaving me empty. I watched Joe as he rolled onto his back beside me. He grinned at me. "Climb up onto me Hayley." His hands showed me what he wanted, guiding me over to kneel on top of him, straddling him and I knew Steve had a close-up view of my wide-open sex as I knelt there over him, my head on Joe's chest.

"Sit up Hayley," Joe told me. His hands guided me again, lifted me above his cock, positioning me. "Stay like that." I held myself still, breathing hard as he guided his cock so that it was jutting straight upwards, the tip brushing my entrance, holding me there with just the head of his cock inside me. Looking down, I could see his shaft jutting upwards beneath me. It seemed impossible that something so long and thick could all fit inside me.

"Hey Steve," Joe said, "Get up behind Hayley and give her a hand."

I was breathing even harder as Steve swung himself up onto the bed. I could sense him behind me, his breathing fast against the back of my head, his hands on my narrow waist. I could feel him behind me as he moved closer, legs behind mine, his cock pressing up against my butt, his chest against my back, his breath hot against the back of my head.

"Help work her down onto my cock dude."

I gasped as Steve's hands moved to my hips. I moaned as his hands eased me down a little. Wide open from Joe's fucking as I was, the head of Joe's cock popped inside me easily. I shivered and gasped, looking wide-eyed down at Joe. I had no idea what we were going to do but whatever it was, I wanted his cock inside me.

"Move her down on me gently dude, up and down a bit at a time."

One of Joe's hand held his cock in place, the other reached up to cup one of my breasts. Steve's hands lifted me a little, then forced me down so that an additional half inch of Joe's cock disappeared into me. He waited a few seconds, then lifted me and pushed me down again. I rested my head back on Steve's shoulders, letting his hands do the work, feeling Joe's cock working its way up inside me a little further each time. My body was enjoying this, wanting that cock to fill me.

My mind was a total mess.

My boyfriend was actually helping his buddy to fuck me. My boyfriend was pushing me down onto Joe's cock. I was enjoying it. I mean, I'd more or less given myself to Joe, I'd let Joe take me and fuck me. That filled me with shame, sort-of, but it was also wildly exciting. Steve watching Joe fuck me was kindof weird but exciting as well. Steve helping Joe fuck me? Now that was really weird. I twisted my head so I could see Steve's face as his hands sank me down on Joe's cock. I mean, he was my boyfriend even though it was Joe fucking me. I wanted to share the experience with him.

"Steve," I gasped as his hands worked me half way down Joe's length. "Steve." I reached behind me, worked a hand in between us and found Steve's cock, clasped it with my fingers, stroked it slowly as Steve worked me down. All the way down, until I was firmly seated on Joe, my body pressed against his where we joined. Looking down, I could see myself where he entered me, thick and solid, feeling like he was in me all the way to my heart. I took my hand from Steve's cock, reached down to feel myself where Joe penetrated me.

"Ohhh," I managed to breath, "Ohh Joe ... oh fuck ..."

Joe grinned up at me, one of his hands rubbing my belly, the other squeezing one of my breasts.

"Steve, move right up behind Hayley and grab her tits with your hands, I want you to get her riding me, okay dude, I don't think she's up to doing it herself yet."

I knew I wasn't. It was all I could do to just sit there with Joe buried inside me and not topple forward. Steve did as he was told, pressed up behind me, his hands holding me, his hands moving me. I couldn't believe it. My boyfriend was lifting me up and down so that I was fucking Joe's cock, riding up and down on it, and all the time I could feel Steve's erection pressed up against my butt, sliding against me as he moved me, his breathing heavy in my ears.

"You like that huh Hayley," Joe growled. "You like riding me?"

"Yeah ... yeah," I gasped. It was hard to even think, it felt so good.

"Tell Steve you love fucking my cock then, tell him you wanna have him fuck my cock harder, tell him to make you fuck me harder."

I twisted my head so I could look back at Steve, moaning as Steve's hands cupped and squeezed my breasts while Joe's hands guided my hips. I knew I shouldn't be enjoying this but I was, a lot. God, just how much of a slut did that make me? I'd never thought of myself like that before, it was always those gweilo girls that were the slutty ones. Not me. Not Hayley! Yet here I was, doing exactly the sort of thing I'd always scorned gweilo girls for doing. I closed my eyes for a moment. How could I tell Steve I loved Joe's cock fucking me? That was just so ... so shameful for me, so humiliating for Steve. I couldn't. I really couldn't. I whimpered.

"Hayley!" Joe was looking at me. His hands held me still.

I stirred, trying to move but Joe's hands were remorseless. "Please," I gasped.

"Tell Steve you love fucking my cock then, tell him you wanna have him fuck my cock harder." One of his fingers teased my clitoris, making me squeal. That grin again, twisting me up inside. Joe knew what he was doing to me.

I needed his cock. I needed fucking. I gave in, I surrendered, feeling totally torn. "Steve..." I gasped, feeling awful at what I was saying, awful but excited and wildly abandoned, "Steve... I love fucking Joe's cock ... Make me fuck Joe's cock harder Steve... Please Steve ... I want Joe's cock to fuck me harder.

"

I really did. Steve's face showed he was getting off on this too. His hands began to move me faster, lift me up, push me down onto Joe's cock harder. Was that weird or what? I mean, I was a girl, I was supposed to like being fucked and I did. I liked it a lot! I'd seen porn movies. I'd seen girls in movies being fucked by more than one guy. Even though it was in movies and made up, I figured I was a girl and I was supposed to like things like this even if it made me feel slutty and ashamed of myself. But Steve was my boyfriend. He wasn't supposed to be enjoying seeing some other guy fuck me. That was just plain wrong! 

Which in a twisted way made me feel even more excited about what I was doing. Or at least, what was being done to me. Which was right when another orgasm swept through me, a sudden wave of pleasure that held me helplessly enthralled for another of those long long minutes. Steve didn't care. He kept moving me on Joe's cock right through that orgasm.

"Jesus Hayley, if you keep that up, you're going to make me have to pull out," Joe groaned as Steve worked his me down on Joe hard. He hadn't stopped moving me just because I was in the middle of my own orgasm.

"No," I panted. "No ...inside me ... I want to feel you finish inside me..."

"You sure?" Joe asked, our eyes locked. "If I don't pull out I'm gonna cum inside you."

"Yeah, I know," I moaned. "I want you to."

"You might get pregnant," he warned me.

"Don't worry, I can go get something tomorrow," I gasped. "I want to feel you finish in me." I did. I really did. Just the thought was making me excited all over again.

"I guess you do," he said.

And then he lifted me off him. I moaned in disappointment as he slid out from under me and turned me around. I was already on my knees. He pushed me down onto my hands as well so that I was kneeling for him, feeling very much like a total little slut as he moved to kneel behind me. I knew what he wanted when he positioned me like that. I'd seen a few porn movies. I'd just never imagined having it done to me like this. Not the night I got to lose my virginity anyhow. I waited, breathing hard as he moved to kneel behind me. His cock brushed against my sex, I moaned, he pushed inside me, paused, his hands grasping my hips, then drove the length of his cock into me, hard, going all the way in until he was pushed up against my butt and the backs of my thighs.

"Uuuughhhhhhh!" My body jolted, even my small breasts quivered with the impact.

"Oh yeah Hayley ... you like that don't you ... fuck Steve, your girlfriend's a hot little bitch! ... look at her ... She loves it dude ... Tell Steve you love it Hayley!" 

I did! I did love it! I knelt in the middle of the bed with Joe kneeling behind me ramming his cock into me, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me back onto him hard as he thrust into me. I could hear the wet noises my sex was making as he fucked me, the sounds our bodies made as he slapped up hard against me each time his cock drove into me. And Steve! Steve was lying right beside me watching as Joe fucked me, watching me being fucked. That was turning me on so much, making me feel like the hottest girl in the world. 

"Tell ... Steve ... you ... love ... it ... Hayley!" Joe's voice was a passionate grunt, each word accompanying a hard thrust up inside me that juddered my body, made my breasts quiver.

"I do," I squealed. "I do ... I love it ... fuck me Joe ... fuck me ...do it hard ... ... I want it ... I want it hard..." The words just flew out of my mouth, half spoken to Joe, half to Steve. Joe gripped my hips hard with his hands, his fingers digging into me almost painfully as he started to fuck me really fast. I wanted it. I wanted him to fuck me as hard as he wanted to. I really really did!

"Hey dude ... I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum real soon ... I want to cum in your girlfriend's hot little cunt ... that okay with you dude?"

Joe's words twisted my insides up like a spring. He was going to cum inside me. Oh God! I'd said he could but it still scared me. It terrified me. I might get pregnant. I didn't want a baby! I was eighteen and still in High School! At one and the same time I wanted Joe to finish. I wanted to feel him cum in me. I wanted to satisfy him. I wanted him to do everything to me. Red faced, mouth wide open, eyes wide, panting like a bitch in heat, I glanced sideways at Steve, saw the rapt excitement on his face. My boyfriend was excited knowing that Joe was going to cum in me. 

In that moment, knowing Joe would cum inside me heedless of any objections from Steve, I took a cruel joy in rubbing Steve's face in my desire for Joe to cum in me. After all, if Steve had been more of a man, if he'd stood up for himself, stood up for me, it would be Steve doing what Joe was doing to me now. It would be Steve who was about to cum in me. It was Steve's fault this was happening to me. It was Steve's fault I was enjoying this so much.




Hayley's Party Ch. 02



Hayley 02 - Hayley's Double Date

"Hi Hayley, did you enjoy the sleepover?" 

My Mom was as chirpy as she always was when I walked rather stiffly into the house early Saturday afternoon. Now I knew what Joe had meant when he talked about fucking a girl so hard she wouldn't be able to walk for a week. On the plus side, I was still feeling a fading euphoric glow that somewhat offset the aches and pains.

"Yeah, it was great Mom. I'm gonna take a shower and a nap. We didn't get much sleep last night."

"Sure looks like you didn't but you're only young once. I'll call you for dinner."

"Thanks Mom."

Safely back in my room, I took a long hot shower, threw on some tracksuit pants and one of my black fcuk t-shirts that my Dad disliked and my Mom laughed at and collapsed onto my bed, closed my eyes and slept the sleep of the exhausted. I didn't even think about Steve. I didn't think about anything at all actually. Mom woke me for dinner, I ate and crawled back to my bedroom and my bed.

"Must have been some sleepover," my Dad grinned as I left the table. 

If he'd known what had really happened, he'd have hit the roof and grounded me for the rest of my life so I didn't even make a snarky comeback. Back in my bed, staring at the ceiling, that euphoric glow long since evaporated, I realized that now, in hindsight, I was actually more than a little upset with the way things had worked out last night. I did like Steve, I really did and I hadn't meant to hurt him at all. I'd planned the whole sleepover thing so that we could spend the night together and make love to each other. It'd been a romantic dream, a romantic bubble that Joe had popped along with my popping my virginity.

Perhaps I didn't precisely love Steve but I definitely liked him a lot and I was sure that watching Joe fuck me had hurt him badly. What made it worse was that I'd never intended to cheat on Steve, if you could call what I'd done cheating. I really had been intending to make love with him. I'd walked into that room with him last night with only one intention. I mean, we'd been dating for two years and there was so much about him that I liked, so many ways we just gelled. I didn't want to lose that. Did I?

Thinking about it more, I realized that in reality I was as upset with Steve as I was with Joe. I mean, Joe had definitely taken advantage of my innocence and my excitement. He'd known exactly what he was doing, how to hit my buttons and lead me step by step in the direction he wanted. He'd known how to pressure Steve into acquiescing to his taking of me. He'd known how to get me so excited that I'd done everything he wanted me to do. As for Steve, I was upset with him for being such a pussy and letting Joe do what he'd done to me. When it got down to choices, he'd picked his best friend over me and he'd let Joe take my virginity rather than end his friendship with him. 

For me, that was a big deal. I mean, I was Chinese, my family was both conservative and Catholic and a girl's virginity was something precious. It had been instilled in me from as far back as I could remember that there were some things a girl didn't give up until she had that ring on her finger. Giving myself to Steve had been a big step, an irrevocable step, a betrayal of my cultural and familial conditioning, a step that I'd thought about for a long time before making the decision that this was what I wanted. To have instead lost my virginity to Joe was both infuriating and upsetting. So yes, I was also angry at Steve.

But if I was honest with myself, I knew I wasn't exactly blameless in what had happened either. I mean, thinking back over what had happened; it had been me who said it was okay for Joe to stay in the room. It had been me who had acquiesced when Joe had whisked the duvet off us. It had been me who had let Joe tongue my sex while I gave Steve a blowjob. It had been me who had stood up and left Steve where he was and walked to stand in front of Joe when he had pretty much told me he was going to fuck me. I was as much, if not more to blame than Steve when it got down to it. I mean, Steve had even tried to leave with me before Joe had intimidated him.

I knew within myself that I could have stopped the whole thing with Joe at any time, right from the start. But I hadn't and that realization saddened me and left me feeling embarrassed at my behavior. I lay there blushing in the darkness of my bedroom, thinking of what I'd done and what I'd said both to Joe and to Steve. No, I wasn't just embarrassed, I felt humiliated as well. I'd behaved like a white girl, like all the girls I went to High School with, not like a good Chinese girl should. Worse, I'd humiliated Steve and that made me feel really ashamed of myself. How could I have done that to him? How?

Well, that was a rhetorical question really. I knew how. I'd got totally carried away by my excitement. And Steve hadn't exactly helped stop that, I mean, he'd knelt right up behind me and made me ride Joe's cock and I knew that he'd been excited about it. And he'd fucked me as well, even if he hadn't lasted for more than a couple of minutes. I knew I'd enjoyed what Joe had done to me, I'd enjoyed every moment of it and even now I couldn't stop replaying in my mind what it had felt like, especially when he came inside me.

Oh Fuck! He'd come in me. Both of them had come in me. I hadn't been to the pharmacy. Oh Shit! Oh Fuck! Oh Sweet Jesus! All of which didn't stop me from fingering myself to a rather delightful orgasm while I replayed in my mind the feeling of Joe exploding inside me, his cum spurting out within me, filling my sex. After I'd got my breath back I looked at my watch. Only ten pm. The local drugstore was open to midnight. I rolled out of bed, threw my clothes back on, grabbed a light jacket and dashed downstairs.

"Dad, can I borrow the car, I need to go to the drugstore."

"Now?" my Dad checked his watch.

"Umm, I need, you know ....." I looked embarrassed.

My Dad actually blushed. It's great being a girl sometimes. All you need to do is figure out how to embarrass your Dad and fake him out and you get what you want.

"Okay, but it's late, I'll drive you down."

"Really Dad! I'm eighteen!"

It took a few minutes but I got the keys. 

Half an hour later I was back home, morning after pill safely swallowed. Worries set to naught. At least I hoped they were set to naught, but according to the packaging the failure rate was low so that the odds were heavily on my side and all going well I wasn't going to bring disgrace and shame down on the family. By ten thirty I was back in bed, relaxed and happy. Or at least, as happy as a girl can be whose probably lost her boyfriend, definitely lost her virginity and who's hoping the morning after pill works as advertised.

The next week seemed to drag on for far longer than normal. Nobody at High School gossiped about me, although there was plenty of talk about Joe's party. I guess no-one had noticed my absence with Joe, but then, I was never the life of the party anyway. By the end of the week, that particular worry had evaporated. I was almost worried about Steve though. I hadn't heard a thing from him and I hoped he was alright, even though I was still mad with him for being such a pussy. I hadn't heard from Joe either, but I'd expected that and to be honest, I didn't really care. I was still upset with him too.

Another week passed. The morning after pill had done its job so chalk another success story up for the pharmaceutical industry, bless their avaricious little souls. That was another worry alleviated. There was still no message from Steve. No email, no text message, no call. Rather sadly, I came to the conclusion that Steve and I were through and that he was my boyfriend no more. Claire sympathized. That's what friends are for after all, and Claire was a good shoulder for me to cry on. She always had been. She did ask what had happened of course. I didn't tell her the truth. I just told her Steve got upset with me and walked out on me at Joe's party.

"Well, why don't you come out on a double date with me and Mike, that'll take your mind of Steve. I'll ask Mike to bring one of his friends, he's a got a few hunky ones you might like."

Claire had never really liked Steve. She thought he was a nerd and a bit of a pussy. She was right of course, but I'd liked him, I'd liked him a lot. But she was right, if he wasn't going back, I should start looking around. I might as well have some fun. The next day she called me up while I was heads down in my homework. Maintaining that straight A record was hard work. She cut right to the subject matter.

"Okay, we've got a double date on Friday night with a friend of Mike's. His names Brad and he's cute and we're all going clubbing, okay? Tell your parents you're staying overnight with me."

"Okay, sounds good, I'll come round to your house after school Friday."

"Great. See you at school tomorrow. Ciao....."

"Ciao..."

Back to homework. I had no idea who Brad was but hey, I trusted Claire not to come up with a complete dick. She didn't. Brad turned up with Mike at Claire's house on Friday night and god, was he cute. He looked like he should have been a Chippendales guy, all six feet and two hundred pounds of chiseled features, muscles, blonde hair, blue eyes and a tan. 

"Where did you come up with him?" I whispered to Claire, "He's just gorgeous."

"I thought you'd like him as soon as Mike told me about him," she giggled back. "Isn't he just a hunk? I'm feeling jealous now." 

I knew she wasn't, she was head over heels with Mike but I could see why she'd say that. I already wanted to be held in those strong looking arms and he wasn't even through the front door yet. As it turned out, in person he was just as attractive as he looked. The four of us went out and had something to eat, then the guys took us to a club and we had a couple of drinks and talked and danced until midnight. Brad was everything I'd ever thought I'd wanted in a guy. Not quite incredibly good looking, but all the girls looked at him and I got more than a few envious glances checking out the girl the good looking guy was with. I never got those looks when I was with Steve; that was for sure.

A lot of guys were checking me out as well, one pretty much drunk guy tried to put the make on me. Brad just looked at him and something happened to his eyes, they narrowed, just a little but very visibly, icy and alert. And menacing. The guy looked at Brad and kind of smiled nervously and backed off right away. Brad's look even made me shiver a little, but more with excitement than anything else and then when he looked back at me that icy menace was gone and his eyes were soft and warmly friendly. Joe was tough but he didn't scare other guys off just by looking at them. Brad did, and he had the confident self-assurance that went with the look. 

I loved dancing with him to, on top of everything else he could dance really well and with him, I felt a confidence that I'd never felt when I danced with Steve. It was just a wonderful night and when we finally left, Brad's arm wrapped around me, protecting me from being jostled by the lineup waiting to get in, I almost floated down the pavement towards the carpark. Back in Mike's truck, I nestled into Brad's arms in the back, feeling petite and delicate and cared for next to him. By the time we were on the road home, I was happily seated on his lap, seatbelt laws ignored, kissing him with a passionate enjoyment that promised a lot more.

Mike parked close to Claire's and in the front seat, the rustles and movement and little noises encouraged me to do what I'd been thinking about since I'd felt Brad's erection pressing against my butt. I slid off his lap and onto my knees on the floor and smiled up at him as my hands unbuckled and unzipped his jeans, lost in the excitement of taking the initiative with him.

"I don't believe this." Brad looked down me where I knelt before him on the floor of Mike's truck's back seat. My hands had been busy. His jeans were already undone and his cock was out, standing up stiffly before my face and my gaze as fixed on it, positioned as it was just a few inches before my nose. It was...well, quite frankly, it was way larger than I'd anticipated, perhaps even larger than Joe's.

"Yeah...me neither." I heard my own voice chirp, sharing the same tone of mixed disbelief and excitement as Brad's. In the front seat, Claire giggled as she looked at me over Mike's shoulder. From the wet sounds and the gasps and moans and grunts that were coming from the front, it was pretty obvious that she was already seated on Mike's cock and that he was busy. I didn't wait any longer. I moved my head forward, towards Brad's cock, my mouth already opened, my eyes closing as I took his cockhead into my mouth. For only the second time in my life I tasted a cock that wasn't Steve's. I heard Brad give an instant hiss of contentment as my mouth closed on him and my tongue slipped under the head and swirled a little. 

The back seat squeaked as Brad adjusted himself on it, spreading his legs wider so that I could work my lips around his cock shaft better. Before long I had a fist wrapped around that shaft, which was growing slick from my saliva and which was throbbing from his rising excitement. I wanted to give Brad a good blowjob. 

He was such a hunk and I definitely wanted to date him again. And as every girl knows, men do most of their thinking with their cocks so I wanted his thinking about me. I did my best, using all the techniques I'd learnt from the Internet and from Steve, although in hindsight Steve probably knew far less that I did seeing as he had about as much experience as me and I was the one doing the actual cock sucking.

I wet his cock shaft with my saliva so my hand slid on him, swirling my tongue around him, teasing the underside of his cockhead with my tongue, making sure that I delighted the most sensitive parts of his cock, moving my lips on his length, stroking him with one hand and balancing myself against the seat with my other. His cock had a taste different to the taste of Steve's. 

It was actually rather nice although it was very apparent to my taste buds that it was not, in fact, the cock I had grown accustomed to servicing with my mouth. Knowing that it wasn't Steve's cock, knowing that I was sucking on a new cock somehow made me even more excited, and despite my initial nervousness I could feel the wetness returning, feel my pace quickening.

"You're good," Brad breathed his appreciation, one of his hands stroking my hair.

Anxious to prove him correct and to reinforce his praise, I began to bob my head up and down rather more quickly on his cock. The sound of my wet stroking and sucking began to fill the truck, accented somewhat randomly with Brad's gasps and my own muted and somewhat ashamed but definitely excited moans. A bit to my surprise I was actually really enjoying this. Before too long I could feel Brad's hands on my head, his fingers threading through my hair, now guiding and lightly controlling my bobbing head.

"Fuck you're good Hayley," Brad grunted, his hips started to jerk forward, his cock growing even thicker from the excitement. 

He was a lot thicker than Steve. My jaw was aching a little from stretching wide around him. He was longer to, at least another inch longer than Steve's cock. He was excited now, excited and hard. Hard for me. The thought excited me and in my own growing excitement, I was servicing him more and more enthusiastically. I popped my mouth off of his cockhead and lowered it below my fist so I could tease his balls with my tongue while I continued to stroke him. I'd never done that to Steve but Brad's excitement made me want to try it.

His groan of pleasure was my reward. "Fuck, that guy Steve doesn't know what he's missing out on!"

He knew Steve? I wanted to ask about that but my mouth was busy and my question came out as a sort of giggly snuffling moan because I was licking my way up the underside of Brad's shaft at the time. He heard the noise I made though.

"What's that Hayley?" he asked indulgently. 

I lifted my mouth for a moment. "You know Steve?" My hand diligently stroked Brad's cock as I talked. I'd always been good at multi-tasking. It was one of my many talents, at High School anyway. I was discovering there were other things I could multi-task at.

Brad shrugged. "We were in a class together last year, I kind of vaguely remember him, nerdy sort of a guy. Claire told me you guys used to date."

"Used to," I said, rather emphatically.

"Good to hear." Brad chuckled. 

My mouth was already back on his cock shaft, my head had resumed its bobbing motion and his chuckle seeming to travel down his cock and into me, vibrating through my body. "Enough talking Hayley, just suck!" Before too long both of his hands were controlling my head in a possessive manner that Steve had never used with me. He lifted my mouth from his cock and pushed my face down, guided my head from side to side, forcing my tongue and my lips to dance over his balls and his cock shaft, smearing my saliva over my lips and cheeks and even my nose and chin, making me sloppy and messy. 

I stretched my mouth wide open as Brad encouraged me to lick his balls with my tongue, something I'd never thought of with Steve. I could tell Brad was definitely enjoying himself with me and I liked that. Which was when Mike piped up from the front seat, which I noticed was now silent.

"Hey, you guys wanna finish up? We gotta get the girls back home Brad."

"No problem," Brad grunted, adding, "I'm gonna finish in your mouth Hayley, you okay with that?"

"Mmmmmm," I agreed, not lifting my lips from his shaft. Steve had always finished in my mouth, right from the very first time I'd given him a blowjob. 

Brad lifted my head and pushed my mouth back down on his cock again. His hands on my head, his fingers in my hair, controlled me completely now. I was no longer in charge, moving my mouth on him, happily bobbing my head up and down. I was no longer sucking him off. Brad was fucking my mouth now, pushing my head down on his cock, his hips jerking, fucking my face, fucking my mouth, only stopping when he stuck resistance, his strength totally dominating me. 

The sounds of my teasing sucking and slurping segued quickly into choking gags and muffled squeaks. At the same time his cock shaft was rapidly coated in the saliva that I was unavoidably dribbling onto him, although it did lubricate the movements of my hand as I stroked him.

Steve had never been so rough with me, never so controlling and it was something I hadn't expected. In that brief couple of minutes that followed I experienced many different sensations as Brad fucked my mouth. Initial shock and fear as he began forcing my mouth down on him, his cock plunging into my mouth, fucking my mouth more and more deeply on each thrust. My jaw was already aching from my mouth stretching around Brad's impressive girth. Brad's deep thrusts had my mouth stretching even more than before. I'd even coughed once or twice as his cock pushed deeper into my mouth, but Brad seemed encouraged when my little moans of enjoyment were mixed with noises of discomfort.

My bare knees dug into the floor of the truck as Brad continued to fuck my mouth. At least it was carpeted. I could feel his excitement growing, his breathing now loud and fast and when his peak came he wasn't gentle like Steve had always been. Brad suddenly pushed my head down hard onto his cock, pushing himself into me. I struggled and tried to push free as his cock struck the back of my throat, deep-throating and half-choking me as he came. But his hands held me in place easily. 

I could feel the thick spurts of his semen erupting inside my mouth, pouring down my throat as I gulped frantically, sending my hands flailing before clutching at his knees as I desperately tried to both swallow and breathe at the same time, my eyes watering with the discomfort. Brad didn't care, he held my head down on him until he'd finished coming. When he lifted my head up, my mouth popped off him sloppily, trailing saliva and cum even as I continued to choke and swallow.




Hayley's Party Ch. 02



I'd never had so much cum in my mouth, Steve was nothing compared to Brad. My mouth was still half-full when my lips lifted from him and it was dribbling down my chin. I'd already swallowed a lot of it and after he lifted my head from him, I continued to swallow, licking my lips clean for good measure. Brad sat back smiling, totally relaxed now, stroking my head tenderly as I carefully licked his cock clean, then sucked on my fingers where his cum had coated them, then licked his cock one last time, making sure it was spotless. And yes, I liked the taste of his cum. Astringent, tangy, salty, I could definitely get used to it. I found myself hoping I would. 

He smiled down at where I knelt before him. 

"You better go wash your face after we take you home Hayley." 

Claire giggled and passed over a small box of wet-wipes. "Here, use these."

"God, thanks Claire." She must have been a Girl Scout.

I looked in the mirror. Oh yeah, definitely I needed those wipes. There was cum and saliva all over my face, cum in my hair and even some on one ear. How the hell had it gotten there? I wiped my face thoroughly, did my best with my hair and was about to rinse my mouth with the cold can of Coke that Claire had passed me, which was of course when my cellphone chirped at me. I checked the number. Steve. God, should I answer? What was I going to say? What was he going to say? This was all to screwed up for words! I hit talk anyhow.

"Hi," I said, totally cool and non-committal. Like, he hadn't contacted me for three whole weeks and none of this had been my fault and I was out on a date with another guy and I'd just given him the best blowjob of my entire life. I was hoping it was the best blowjob of his life too but probably not. I was willing to learn though.

"Hi Hayley." Steve sounded totally normal. "How's things?" 

Just like he always asked. Jesus! I mean, how fucked up could things be? His best friend had fucked me six ways to Sunday three weeks ago and he hadn't talked to me since and he was asking "how's things?" Jesus, Steve. On the plus side, the morning after pill had definitely worked the way it was supposed to. Thank heaven for small mercies. I guess. On the minus side, I was on a date with Brad who was way more hunky than Steve would ever be. What was I supposed to say, everything's great, I just gave this hunky guy a blowjob on our first date and I miss you baby!

"Great. I'm doing a sleepover at Claire's tonight," I said.

"How'd you like to watch a movie with me tomorrow night?"

I wanted to think about that one but Brad was right next to me and I realized that I still liked Steve a lot! I was angry and upset with him but I liked him. "Sure, I'd love to."

"I'll pick you up around seven then""

I'd be back from Saturday afternoon Tae Kwon Do training well before then. "See you at seven then."

"Bye Hayley."

"Bye." The call disconnected.

Claire looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I shrugged non-committally, gave her that tell you later Claire look. We knew each other. Brad hadn't even bothered to listen although he did have an arm around me now. Mike was already driving. It didn't take long to get to Claire's. 

Brad walked me to the front door as Claire and Mike did their usual passionate goodbyes in the truck. Brad took my in his arms and then he kissed me. Passionately. A coke and cum-flavored kiss and he didn't even flinch. God, this guy was to die for. Steve always refused to kiss me after he'd cum in my mouth. I'd told him it was his cum, not mine and he'd put it there so what was he worried about, but still..... Brad just kissed me without any hesitation at all. I wanted to just melt. 

When we finally came up for air, he smiled down at me. "I know you're busy tomorrow night Hayley, how about a date next weekend, just you and me?"

"Oh God, Yes," I blurted it out. He smiled as I blushed, embarrassed by my blatant enthusiasm.

"Friday night?" he asked. I nodded. We kissed again, his hands holding me tight against him, sliding down to my butt, pulling me hard against him and it just seemed so natural. 

I wanted to ask him how good my blowjob was but I couldn't think of a way to say it. It didn't matter anyhow because as he drew back from me, he smiled and one of his hands slipped between us and under my dress and up and then down inside my panties to cup my sex. Just like that one of his fingers found the slick wetness of my entrance and slid inside me with consummate ease. I went up on my toes, my eyes wide, my mouth opening wide, my hands clinging to his shoulders as his finger probed gently inwards. Shuddering, I slowly sank back down, his finger penetrating all the way into me, as far as it could probe, the palm of his hand cupping my sex as I moaned softly, my head resting against his shoulder as his finger moved wetly inside me. 

"Until next Friday," he breathed in my ear, his finger twisting inside me just before abruptly sliding out. 

"Yes," I said weakly, my knees almost collapsing as he let go of me to walk back to the truck. Claire joined me as he climbed in the front with Mike and waved.

"Did Brad ask you out again? Did you like him? Did you say yes? Who was that who called? You're going out with someone else tomorrow night?" Claire asked.

"Yeah, yeah I do and yeah," I said, adding after a slight pause, "tomorrow night? Steve."

Then I burst into tears.....



Hayley's Party Ch. 03



Claire put her arms around me as I cried. She didn't ask any questions, she didn't say anything. She just held me while I sobbed my heart out. And really, I had no idea even why I was crying, it was more the emotional impact of everything over the last three weeks finally catching up and hitting me all at once. It was a while before I stopped, sniffled and wiped my eyes.

"You okay now?" Claire asked. "Want to stay out here a while or go inside?"

"Inside," I sniffled again. "I feel better now."

Crying had definitely been some kind of an emotional catharsis. I felt much better as we slipped inside, tiptoeing downstairs to the bunkroom in the basement where Claire and I usually slept when I came over. Her parents preferred us down there when I slept over. We didn't disturb them when we were talking late or watching movies. In the bunkroom, I pulled a clean t-shirt and panties from my bag and changed, getting ready for bed while Claire headed to the bathroom, "I need a shower" flung over her shoulder.

Well, she'd done far more than I had in the truck. I followed her in to wash my face and clean my teeth. I could still taste just a hint of Brad though, even after I'd finished scrubbing. I lay in bed just enjoying that faint background taste in my mouth. Claire turned the light off when she came back and slid into the bed with me, not hugging or anything but just sharing the bed the way we always did when I stayed over. Tonight, as it almost always was, her presence was comforting, I reached out and found her hand, held it in mine, squeezed. She squeezed back.

"Thanks Claire."

She giggled then. "I didn't know you gave such good blowjobs Hayley, I didn't think you and Steve had gotten that far. You should've seen Brad's face, he looked like he was in heaven."

I felt a bit shocked that she'd been watching us that closely. We'd never double dated before and I'd never given Steve a blowjob with anyone watching. Although of course I'd gone and let Joe fuck me while Steve watched. And vice versa for all of a couple of minutes but that had been different from my best friend watching me. I mean, I'd been aware of Claire and Mike in the front seat, drawn my own conclusions as to what they were doing from the noises they made but I hadn't looked. Not that I was doing anything except kneeling down in front of Brad with my back to the front anyhow. Claire giggled. She must have felt my surprise.

"He did?" I thought about that. I hadn't seen his face at all when I'd been sucking him off, my face had been buried in his lap right up until he finished coming in my mouth. After that, he'd just looked satisfied.

"Hayley, he was in heaven, trust me. You have to teach me how to do it like that."

Now I was smiling. Claire had always been ahead of me with guys, having her compliment me made me feel much better. "Well," I said, almost shyly, "he asked me out on a date next Friday." I don't know why I felt shy about that, I'd just given him the best blowjob of my life in front of Claire. What was I being shy about for gods sake?

"God Hayley, I am just sooooo jealous now." She giggled and I knew she wasn't at all, she was just happy for me. "And I'm sooo glad you guys hit it off."

Now it was my turn to smile. Brad definitely liked me enough to ask me out again. This was good. On the other hand, I didn't want to talk about Steve, time to change the topic and get Claire talking before she asked. Once she got going, she was impossible to stop, which could be maddening but right now I saw that little quirk of hers in a far more favorable light.

"Hey, I didn't know you and Mike ... you know ...?"

She didn't giggle this time. It was more of a love-stuck sigh. "Mmmmm."

"Since when? You didn't tell me?" Mind you, I hadn't told her about what had happened with Steve and Joe either, but that was different. Wasn't it?

"Well, it seemed kind of very personal, I was going to tell you..."

I giggled. "And then instead of telling me you just did it with Mike in the front seat tonight while Brad and I were in the back making out. I could hear you guys you know."

It was Claire's turn to giggle. The darkness somehow made me feel bolder so that I asked what was topmost in my mind right then. "What was it like, riding his cock and watching me doing Brad?" I was curious. I'd never watched anyone else. I'd been watched of course, twice now. That was kind of embarrassing when I thought about it.

Claire went off on a tangent. "Remember back a couple of years ago when we found that DVD collection of my Dad's?"

"Yeah." That particular memory made me smile. I did remember and it was more than a couple of years ago. We'd been using her Dad's home office for research for some school assignment and we'd found a whole collection of pornographic DVD's stashed away at the back of the bottom draw of his desk. I think we'd actually been looking for a cartridge to refill the printer but it was so long ago I wasn't sure anymore. Claire's parents had been out for the evening and instead of working on that assignment, we'd spent the entire evening flipping through pornographic DVD's.

I still couldn't believe some of the images I'd seen that evening. They were burned indelibly into my memory. I'd been shy and a bit embarrassed to start with, we both had been, but it had been impossible to stop watching them. Next time we looked for them they were gone, but between ourselves, we'd referred to them off and on ever since. For two young teenage girls, they'd been, how do I put it? "Educational" was the word that sprang to mind.

"I always liked that one with the two guys and the two girls, there was that asian girl and a blonde girl, just like you and me," Claire murmured, and I could feel her moving in the bed, her hand leaving mine. "How they watched each other." She was breathing faster. "It was like that tonight, sitting on Mike and watching you with Brad. I loved seeing you give him a blowjob, it was so exciting to see you two while Mike was doing me. And Brad's cock looked so big."

"Yeah, it was way bigger than Steve's," I breathed.

"Bigger than Mike's," Claire added. Then, "have you and Steve ever?"

"Yeah." I didn't add any more details.

"Are you going to with Brad?"

"Ummm, maybe, I'm not sure." I was being honest. I mean, I didn't plan to just do it with Brad on our second date.

"I liked that one with the two guys and the girl, too," she said. "Remember that one." I could hear her breathing faster. I was too.

"Yeah, I do, she was Japanese I think." Asian anyhow, black haired like me, small like me, with small breasts and nipples that were the same reddish brown as mine. And she'd shaved herself between her legs, just like I had. Or maybe it was the faded memory of that DVD that had caused me to shave myself without any conscious memory? 

Claire giggled. "That was the one. Remember how she was on her hands and knees sucking one guy while the other guy was fucking her from behind." I did, all too well. That had been my favorite. "I'd love to do it like that." She was panting.

I giggled, but I was getting wet thinking about it. I slipped a hand inside my panties rubbed my clitoris gently, teasing myself. "You could ask Mike maybe?" I was thinking about Joe, about how I'd sat on Joe and how Steve had moved me up and down on him and how excited I'd been. Was that how I'd looked, like that Japanese girl in that DVD?

"Oh god Hayley," Claire was playing with herself. I could hear little wet sounds in the darkness. "I couldn't, I just couldn't ask him, but I'd like to do that, imagine it. I love doing it for Mike on my hands and knees, imagine it with two guys."

I could, all too well and my fingers slipped down, one sliding inwards between my slippery lips, swollen and excited and so very wet now and my fingers moved easily, so that I was making the same faint, wet sounds that I could hear coming from Claire.

"Are you?" she gasped.

"Yes," I gasped back. "Are you.?" My nipples were hard now, swollen and aching.

"Yes."

"I'd like to see you do that." I was breathing faster, my fingers moving more rapidly. "I'd like to see you playing with yourself." I was blushing as I whispered, but I did, I wanted to see her, to watch her like she'd watched me, like Steve had watched me. Claire didn't say anything but I could hear her moving faster. I reached up and pulled the duvet down, all the way down, just like Joe had done to Steve and I. In the dimly illuminated room I could see her lying on her back, her legs wide apart. She wasn't wearing any panties and her t-shirt, the one she'd worn to bed, was rolled up under her armpits, exposing her breasts. I rolled over and propped myself up on one elbow, looking down at her, at her full round breasts and the sparse curly fuzz of her pussy, which I knew was the same color as her hair.

Her hair, her beautiful naturally red hair that I liked so much, that surrounded her head like a halo as she turned to look at me, her green eyes almost luminous in the dimness. "Would they take turns fucking me?" she gasped. 

I didn't even have to think. "God yes," I whispered, "they'd start with you on your back and they'd take turns with you, fucking you with their big hard cocks and doing this to you at the same time." Lowering my mouth, giving in to temptation, I lightly brushed one of her nipples with my lips as I played with myself, as I teased myself. 

Her mouth opened wide as she looked at me and for a moment I thought she would object. "Again," she moaned softly, "do that again Hayley ... suck on it!"

Hesitantly, I lowered my head again, found her nipple with my lips, small and hard, slid my tongue over and around it as my mouth closed on her breast and sucked it into my mouth, flicking my tongue backwards and forwards and around while I felt her hands working away, both of them between her legs, making soft wet noises. When my mouth lifted from her she moaned softly, arching her back, looking up at me.

"What would they do next?"

The excitement in her voice made my heart beat faster. I smiled, took my hand away from myself and moved it to rest on top of hers, feeling her movements as she fingered herself, hearing the wet squelching noises her sex was making as her fingers moved inside herself.

"They'd roll you over and pull you up onto your knees," I gasped, my eyes half closed, remembering what Joe had done to me, imagining it happening to Claire as I was describing it. "Mike would fuck you from behind, he'd just ram his cock into your cunt and fuck you hard, as hard as he wanted to."

"Yes," she gasped, "I'd make lots of noise."

"Yeah, you would, and then Mike would tell Brad it was his turn to fuck you and you'd kneel there waiting, and you'd feel Brad behind you, know he was going to take you and then you'd feel that big fat cock ram its way into your cunt." I remembered what Joe had called me. "He'd call you his little slut and tell you he was enjoying fucking your tight slutty little cunt and you'd beg him to fuck you harder and he would."

"Ohhhhhh," Claire moaned, and I could feel her shivering.

"And then Mike would grab your hair and lift your head up and start fucking your mouth and they'd both be fucking you, one in your mouth, the other fucking your cunt and then they'd come in you, both of them coming inside you as hard as they could."

"Hayley, I'm gonna come ... I'm gonna come!"

And she did. I watched her, shuddering and trembling and arching her back, her fingers plunged deep inside her sex with my hand resting on them while she orgasmed. Watching her was wild, wild and exciting and I was almost as excited myself as she was just from watching her and imagining what I was describing. 

"Oh god," she moaned softly, one of her hands now clasping mine, her fingers wet with her juices. "That was amazing Hayley."

"It looked like it," I replied softly. Her eyes met mine and she was smiling.

"Your turn."

I hesitated, but she was rolling herself up, pushing me down onto my back, her hand pushing my t-shirt up to my armpits, then tugging my panties down, down and all the way off, leaving me more or less naked before her. She looked down at me, smiling, running her eyes down over my body. I saw them widen, she looked back up and smiled wickedly.

"You shaved," she exclaimed. "Like that girl in the movie."

"Yeah," I said, weakly, as her hand moved to my thighs, slid over my skin, moved my legs apart, exposing my sex. Her smile remained wicked, I could tell she was enjoying this and it felt too good to say no.

"I'd love to watch you being fucked like her," Claire breathed. "Maybe you should be the one that Brad and Mike fuck."

"Mike's your boyfriend." I looked at her accusingly.

She giggled. "Okay Miss Picky, Brad and ... and who ...?"

"Joe," I gasped without even thinking.

"Brad and Joe then, they're going to come round when my parents are out and bring you down here and undress you and lie you on the bed just like you are now."

"Yes," I gasped, thinking of Joe's cock in me, of Brad's cock in my mouth. My hand slid down over my stomach, down further, finding my clitoris and rubbing it languorously, sending little ripples through my body.

"Oh yes, you're just going to lie there Hayley and wait for them to decide which of them is going to fuck you first, and then they're going to spread your legs wide and take turns fucking you." Her hand brushed over mine and I moaned as I felt them brush down my sex, tease my lips open as I lay there, my legs wide apart now, just as they had been for Joe. 

"They're going to take turns fucking you and I'm going to watch them," she whispered, and now one of her fingers slid inside me and I moaned again, spreading my thighs wider apart as she slid a second finger into me and began moving them wetly inside me. "Then they're going to ask you to kneel for them," Claire breathed. "Are you going to kneel for them Hayley, so that they can fuck you."

"Yes," I sobbed, "Oh yes ... Yes!" My back was arching, my hips lifting to meet her fingers as my clitoris seemed to become even more sensitive and my own fingers moved faster on myself and it felt so good I couldn't have stopped if I tried.

"You're going to kneel for them and then Brad is going to slide his big hard cock into your wet little cunt." Just as her fingers were doing now. "He's going to fuck you hard ... fuck you hard ... he's going to slam his cock into you and you're going to ask him to fuck you harder ... and Joe's cock is going to fill your mouth."

I could almost feel it and taste it as she whispered in my ear, her fingers moving more and more wetly inside me and I knew I was almost there as she fingered me, her voice urging me to new heights.

"And then they're going to change ends and Joe's cock's going to fuck your wet little pussy and Brad's going to slide his cock in your mouth, you can taste your pussy on his cock and then Joe's going to come inside your cunt and flood you with his cum."

My mouth opened wide, my back arched, my feet did a spastic little dance of their on and my entire body juddered and thrust up gaainst her hand as my orgasm overwhelmed me and it just went on and on and on before slowly dying away, her fingers still inside me. I lay there breathing hard, both of us more or less naked, exhausted and already a little ashamed at what I had done, at what I had let her do to me. 

Claire smiled. "That was good wasn't it?" She sounded satisfied.

"Mmmm, yes, I guess," I was non-committal, still breathless. "I think we should go to sleep now."

"Mmmm, good idea," she murmured and I felt her fingers slide out of me. Both of us adjusted our t-shirts, I didn't bother searching for my panties, I just turned over towards her and closed my eyes. Within minutes, she was already fast asleep. After years of sleepovers with Claire, I knew when she was asleep and, at peace with myself for the moment, I closed my eyes and I too drifted off.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"I wish you could talk Claire into doing this with you." Claire's dad's last words as he dropped me off outside Kim's Tae Kwon Do School late Saturday morning made me smile, then laugh.

"I've been trying to talk her into coming with me since third grade."

"I know. I wish she'd listened. I worry about her when she's out." He shook his head. "Ah well, bye Hayley, have fun."

"Bye Mr. Murdoch. And thanks for the ride."

"You're welcome Hayley, any time." Sometimes I wished Mr. Murdoch was thirty years younger. Okay, I'd go to twenty years younger. He was just nice. And okay, he was Claire's dad but he was in good shape, he was good looking and he was just nice.

I was early to the dojang, which gave me plenty of time to warm up. Changed, I ran through some light tai chi exercises and some basic warmups and then stretched out my muscles. Slightly warmed up, I picked up the pace, running through my usual full warm-up routine and then working on a series of kicks and punches. Half an hour later, with another fifteen minutes to go before the morning class started, other students started to trickle in. I knew almost all of them, although there were a few new kids whose names I was still working on remembering. 

Mark saw me and waved, he was one of the Black Belts, a rank I aspired to with my next grading. I was sure I was going to make it, Master Kim had been working me hard the last year, preparing, and I was getting into the swing of psyching myself up to punch through concrete blocks. I wasn't there yet. Master Kim was a fifth dan Black Belt, an old Korean gentleman in his late fifties, hard as nails and with a sense of humor to match.

Mark took the class through the initial warmups, pulling me in to help coach and encourage the white belts, mostly elementary age kids whose parents had enrolled them. Some of them were keen, some weren't. I worked mostly with the not-so-keeners, I could be a lot more encouraging and less intimidating than Mark. Master Kim rolled into the dojang half an hour before the class ended. Mark had kept the pace up, the white belts looked like jello, shaking and soaked in sweat. The higher belts had been worked even harder and I was no different, my dobok was soaked and clinging wetly to me. I hadn't worked out this hard in a month and it felt good.

Master Kim smiled, gestured to the class. "Take a break, sit down everyone." He looked at me. "Put your gear on Hayley, Mark; you two give the youngsters a demonstration."

I slipped my sparring gear on, mostly Macho but with a couple of new Tekno pads I'd picked up recently to replace some old ones and the Top Ten headgear that I like because it tended to stay in place when you got kicked in the head. 

Master Kim waved us on. "Let's see what you're capable of today Hayley." 

I slipped my mouthpiece in and moved onto the mats. 

Mark grimaced. "Full contact?" I knew he never liked that with me. He didn't like full contact with girls. With good reason. He was tough. I smiled.

"Yes please." I'd sparred with Mark any number of times and I knew even if I told him to he wouldn't. But if he said yes, I could. He had size and reach as well as weight on me, and he was very definitely far superior in strength but I had the speed and despite him being the black belt I knew I had the technique over him as well as a wider-ranging choice of styles. He stuck to straight Tae Kwon Do, I'd been training in Hapkido as well for the last year or so, a mixture of Tae Kwon Do, Ju-jitsu and Aikido and quite nasty in its own way. I was feeling aggressively confident today. Mark nodded.

We touched hands and then sparred lightly, feeling each other out. The next five minutes we more or less sparred easily, sticking to straight Tae Kwon Do. Mostly kicks but the odd strike, just testing each other. Mark wasn't as fit as I was and he'd been leading the class and I was faster, better reactions. I speeded things up then, a feinted kick and then two strikes that Mark blocked. But the second was a feint and I locked the blocking wrist with my right hand and came in low with two left-handed strikes to the abdomen and a knee strike to his thigh before I danced back out of range. 




Hayley's Party Ch. 03



"Wuff," Mark said, shaking his head. "I felt that one. Good." 

He moved into the attack with a series of strikes and kicks that I blocked or evaded, mostly evading. Mark was strong enough that I couldn't really block him without taking some damage. I could tell he was pulling his punches, but he was the Black Belt after all. Sensing a momentary hesitation in his attack when I managed to disrupt the rhythm he'd fallen into, I flowed from the defensive to the offensive, changing styles and attacking with a series of Hapkido and Tae Kwon Do combo moves that were right out at the edge of my ability. I nearly bobbled them, but it ended up with Mark on his face on the mat and my elbow planted in his neck. 

"Christ, that's some Hapkido shit," Mark said humorously, taking my hand to get back on his feet, touching hands and then snapping onto the offensive with a sudden strike that, while it didn't take me by surprise, did get through my defense and rocked me backwards. I could tell though that he'd pulled that one, otherwise I'd have been on the mat, not just shaken. I backpedaled quickly as Mark moved forward on the attack with a flurry of kicks and strikes, blocking and parrying, evading and counter-striking, then attacking myself. 

I was faster than he was and my kicks got through his defences half the time and this time he backpedaled, I was jarring him hard each time I connected and then as he came back in trying to rush me I pushed him back with a sudden stop kick and followed it through with a spinning back hook to the head that connected and knocked him off his feet. He took my legs out from under me but I rolled backwards, bounced to my feet and then as he came in I took him with a throw and wrist lock right out of the Hapkido for beginner's handbook. Simple, but just beautifully timed. The thump and the wuff as he hit the mat was perfection itself.

Master Kim clapped his hands. "Enough. Everybody up. Chung-neol!"

I gave Mark a hand up, he grinned, patting my shoulder, breathing hard. "Good one Hayley."

And then we were lining up by ranks.

"Cha-ryeot." We all snapped to attention

"Face the flags". We all turned to face the American and Korean flags and bowed.

"Bow to the black belts." We all turned to face Mark and bowed. He bowed back.

"Class dismissed." Master Kim clapped his hands.

Mark grinned and slapped me on the back. "That was good shit Hayley, you're gonna have to marry me. Or at least go out for a drink with me and salve my battered ego."

I laughed, feeling good. Hey, Mark might have ten years on me but he was single and a nice guy. And when we had the odd pot-luck dinner after a Tae Kwon Do grading, he always brought along a divine pasta dish.

"Maybe if you ask me out for pasta," I said.

Suddenly he looked hopeful. "Really?"

I thought about that for a moment, then smiled. "Ask me next Saturday."

He looked almost serious. For Mark. "I will," he said, then smiled. "See you Tuesday night" as we both headed for the changing rooms. I needed a shower! Badly!

The intense physical workout had gotten me back to thinking clearly as the hot water and shampoo and soap rinsed the sweat away. I was feeling a lot less tense now and far less emotional. Pounding on Mark had been good for me. By the time I walked out of the dojang, I knew was ready to see what an evening with Steve would bring. Whatever it was, it was going to be difficult. 

I was still totally confused about what had happened three weeks ago with Joe and I had no idea where I was going with Steve. I mean, he'd let Joe make love to me in front of him. He'd watched, he'd got excited watching Joe fuck me. God, he'd actually helped Joe fuck me for that matter. That I'd enjoyed it was beside the point.

I knew Joe could be scary, but still, Steve should have had the balls to stand up to him for me if he really loved me that much. What would happen if Steve and I got back together and the same thing happened? I knew Joe thought I was attractive, that was pretty obvious. 

But what if we got back together, if Steve wanted me back that was, What if Joe did the same thing to Steve, pressured him, would Steve stand up for himself next time? Or would he just act like a pussy again? Knowing Steve as I did, there was no doubt in my mind that Steve would roll over. Where Joe was an alpha male, Steve was the very definition of a beta male, he backed down from any sort of confrontation, even with me. It had never concerned me before, but after what had happened?

For that matter, if Steve and I got back together again, how could Steve possibly trust me? That felt even worse in its way. I'd shown him that another guy could take me right in front of him and I wouldn't object. Actually, I'd encouraged Joe and I was still a more than a little confused as to why. I mean, Joe was attractive and I'd always liked him and if I was honest with myself, I knew that if he'd gone out of his way to try and pick me up I'd probably have rolled over for him. But not in front of Steve. Not like I had at the party. 

So I was totally at a loss as to why it had been so exciting to have him watch me with Steve and then have him take me. I knew it had excited me and that I'd enjoyed it, I really knew that. Three weeks of thinking about what had happened had left me pretty clear in my head about that. I mean, I'd been half out of my mind with the sheer excitement and pleasure of what Joe had done to me. That was going to make it even more difficult for me to look Steve in the eye, after being used like that by Joe as Steve watched.

What really weirded me out was that I'd been so easy for Joe to fuck. I mean, I'm usually confident and assertive and I can take care of myself and I've brushed of any number of guys wanting to score with that cute asian chick. But somehow I'd pretty much walked into Joe's arms and then done everything he wanted me to and while I had to admit that it had felt wonderful and I'd loved every moment of that night with Joe, I'd never imagined doing something like that. When I'd thought of sex, it had been romantic thoughts of Steve and I, not of someone else taking me and certainly not of Joe. 

And what really weirded me out was that I still didn't actually feel bad about the sex.

I mean, I felt bad about humiliating and betraying Steve. But I'd thought about what we'd done almost every night since and I didn't feel bad at all about what Joe had done to me. I was more than a bit upset with Joe, but as for the sex itself, I'd definitely enjoyed it. I mean, I'd never imagined sex could be so good and just thinking about it, if Joe had come up to me at that moment and told me he wanted to fuck me I'd have let him. I was already wet again just thinking about what he'd done to me.

Jesus! If Steve and I got back together, no matter how much I liked him, he was such a pussy that it might happen again and I knew I couldn't do that to Steve, I just couldn't. Aside from anything else he was a nice guy and I just couldn't treat him like that, even if he acquiesced to it himself. And speaking of that, I had no intention of doing that kind of thing with two guys again. No way! Joe didn't really come into the picture. I had no intention of taking that one any further at all and if he tried it on again, I'd just say no. Or maybe I wouldn't. Really, after thinking about the whole thing I just felt totally confused.

I'd almost made up my mind by the time I got home though. Tonight, I'd have a serious talk with Steve, settle what had happened and put it to bed and end the relationship with him. That would be better for him and better for me, although I knew it would hurt me to do it. I'd been thinking about it a lot and I knew I didn't love Steve but as I've mentioned, I liked him a lot. I liked him far too much to hurt him more than I must have hurt him already. He deserved better than that. As I emerged from the shower, I'd convinced myself that I'd made up my mind!

And besides, I had that date with Brad next Friday to look forward too.



Hayley's Party Ch. 04



Back home from Tae Kwon Do, I told Mom I was going out with Steve that evening as I helped her get dinner ready.

"That's nice dear," Mom said vaguely, "we haven't seen him for a while, why don't you have him and that nice friend of his round for dinner sometime. They're such nice boys."

"Nice friend?" I asked, puzzled.

"Yeah, what's his name... Jay? Jim?"

"Joe, Mom!"

"Yes, that's the one, such a good sense of humor. I don't know why you didn't date him instead of Steve, really dear."

"Mom!" We'd had that conversation any number of times over the last couple of years. It exasperated me. Although in light of what had happened with Joe and Steve, perhaps my Mom had a point, I was willing to give her that. Would she be happier if she knew it was Joe that had I'd ended up going all the way with rather than Steve? Maybe she would. My Mom could be a bit weird now and then. Sometimes I really wondered about her!

Dinner was early, Dad was absent-minded, thinking about the business probably, I knew there was a difficult client he was working with that was taking up his time. I helped Mom cleanup, then headed upstairs. I had to pick the right clothes for a movie evening with Steve and that serious talk I had planned with him. Steve texted me just before seven to say he was coming over. My heart was beating a little faster and I still hadn't made up my mind what to wear. Whatever. I slipped into a casual skirt, grabbed a light jacket to throw over my t-shirt and ran down the stairs just as the doorbell rang.

"See you later Mom."

"Bye Hayley, enjoy yourself dear. Don't stay out to late."

"Okay Mom."

It was Steve of course, looking like a puppy dog, all big-eyed and eager. I forgot all about serious talks as the door closed behind me and threw myself into his arms, my arms going around his neck, holding him tight.

"I missed you Steve, I really missed you." I started to cry, mostly out of relief. "Why didn't you call me, I was so worried about you." I looked up at him, tears flowing. "Can you forgive me Steve?"

He held me tight, kissing the top of my head, one hand stroking my hair. "It wasn't your fault Hayley, it was mine. I never was any good at standing up for myself." 

Well, that was one thing we agreed on but right then and there I didn't care. I was just happy to be in his arms again. "Joe called me up and apologized, said he'd been a real dick and he was sorry." He shook his head. "He really was, I mean, I was really upset with him, but he really meant it, he said he was going to apologize to you too."

"I don't care about Joe," I sobbed, "do you forgive me Steve?" I was still crying when I looked up at him.

"If you can forgive me Hayley?" He was sniffling too. "I love you Hayley." His arms were around me, holding him tight. He must have really forgiven me. I could feel his erection pressing against me and the feel of it made more than my eyes wet. His lips touched mine and he kissed me gently as I clung to him.

"Are your parent's home tonight?" I sniffled.

"No, they're off at a conference."

"Let's go watch that movie then."

It didn't take long to get to Steve's parents. We walked inside hand in hand, boyfriend and girlfriend again. I was almost floating as he closed the front door behind us. He led me into the family room and picked up a DVD. I just looked at him. No, I didn't want that serious talk. I wanted Steve.

"Steve?"

"Yeah Hayley?"

"Ummm, let's forget the movie. Come here." He looked puzzled. I almost giggled. "Umm, Steve, we're at your house and there's nobody else home, right?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"Well?" It was a tossup between screaming and giggling. 

Instead, I took the third option and dropped to my knees right in front of him and started unbuckling his belt, undoing his jeans, dragging them and his boxers down to his knees. I'd never been this forward with him before but sometimes you just have to be direct to get what you want. And right then and there I wanted Steve. I wanted him to forgive me and I wanted him to fuck me. His cock sprang out and slapped me softly in the face. Yes! He was definitely ready for what I had in mind. 

One of my hands seized his cock while my other hand rested on his hip, balancing myself as I opened my mouth and engulfed his cockhead. 

Jesus, I'd never been this direct before and I was almost embarrassing myself but I really wanted him. I heard Steve suck in his breath with a contented sigh as my mouth closed on him and my tongue slipped under his cockhead, licking around the base of his glans and then sliding on his shaft as I began to slowly bob my head on him. His hands moved to rest on my head, stroking my hair as I made a little humming "mmmmm" of happiness while I worked on him. All was right with the world once more. 

I did my best, my fingers wrapped around his shaft, wetting his length with my saliva so my hand slid on him, swirling my tongue around him, teasing the underside of his cockhead with my tongue, making sure that I worked on the most sensitive parts of his shaft, moving my lips on his length, stroking him with my hand. I knew I could do this until he came in my mouth. We'd done that a dozen times before but this time I wanted more. I wanted Steve to really fuck me, not just a quickie like he had that weekend three weeks ago. I lifted my mouth from him before he got too excited, even though his hands tried to keep me there.

"Finish getting undressed Steve."

"Huh?"

Honestly, sometimes he was just slow! "Steve, take your clothes off and just fuck me, okay!" I peeled my t-shirt off over my head, pushed my skirt down, wriggling it off at the same time as I lay down on the huge sheepskin rug his parents had conveniently bought years ago. I loved the soft feel of that rug against my skin as I slid my panties down and off and lay there, naked, watching him. Steve had finally gotten the idea and was busily undressing himself. Another thirty seconds and he was down beside me and we were kissing and his hand was where I wanted it, right between the legs I eagerly parted for him. I was already wet. Wet with the excitement I'd been feeling since I felt his erection pressing against me outside my parent's front door. My hand was already stroking his cock as his finger slid easily inside me.

I half-moaned, it just felt so good as he fingered me slowly. I smiled up at him, my hand slowly stroking his hard length. We had all the time in the world and tonight nobody was going to interrupt us but still, I didn't want to play around, I wanted his cock inside me, not his finger. I urged him towards me, half turning towards him, hooking a foot behind his thigh, trying to guide his cock to my eagerly waiting sex. He didn't get it. He was busy fingering me and his mouth was sucking on one of my breasts and while that was all good, I didn't need him to get me ready. I WAS ready! More than ready! And so was his cock.

"Steve!" It was almost a wail. His mouth lifted from my breast where it had been busy. "Just put it in me ... please." 

Christ, did I have to draw him a diagram. Fortunately, he was good at following instructions and he'd had that one hundred and twenty second trial run a couple of weeks ago so he knew where it should go. I just hoped he'd last longer this time. He moved over me, moving between my legs which I happily spread wide for him. He smiled down at me as my hand drew his cock to my wetly waiting entrance. I smiled back. "I want you Steve," I breathed.

His face was above me, so very serious, so intent as he looked down at me. His cockhead nuzzled up against my sex and I wanted him inside me. 

"Oh god, yes Steve, yes!" I looked up at his face, drawing my knees back, opening myself for him to take me. "I want you in me, please."

With a little grunt, he pushed. My eyes widened as I felt the head of his cock slip inside me, stretching my entrance around him. He paused, breathing hard, looking down at me as I waited, breathless with anticipation, feeling the head of his cock inside me, waiting for the rest of his length. His hand reached down between us, peeled my fingers from him, then he raised himself up on his extended arms, looking down at me, looking down at where we were joined.

"I want to see my cock go into you," he said. "Do you mind?"

I didn't mind at all but I didn't want him to ask, either. I wanted him to just take.

"It's okay," I gasped, cupping my breasts with my hands and running my thumbs across my swollen nipples as I lay before him, knees drawn back, his cock poised between my thighs. He moved gently, easing himself further into me, small backwards and forwards movements that tormented me as he slowly worked his length up inside me, watching himself work into me. I liked that, I liked him looking at me. Abruptly he lowered himself onto me, his weight lying heavy on me, his thighs pushing hard against the backs of mine and then with one hard thrust he was in me to the balls.

"Hhhuuuggghhhhhh." 

God that felt good. Really really good! My hands stroked his shoulders, his back. I savored the feel of him inside me, the delicious fullness. He started to move, slowly, easing himself in and out so that I moaned with the sheer pleasure of it. Steve was getting the idea. I smiled happily. "Ohhh Steve ..." 

It was a sigh of contentment as my hands slid down his back to rest on his butt as he moved inside me with a delicious ease that I reveled in. This was what I wanted, this was what I'd needed and spread beneath him, looking up at his face above mine, feeling his body on mine, in mine, I was contentedly happy. He smiled and kissed me, gently at first, then harder, more possessively, his lips crushing mine as his tongue surged into my mouth.

He was breathing hard when his mouth lifted from mine, still moving steadily inside me, long gentle slides in and out that I welcomed. We kissed again, my hands stroking his back, resting on his butt, feeling his muscles lift and tighten and move as he moved inside me, feeling his cock sliding within the slippery clasp of my sex, pushing deep inside me, withdrawing, pushing inwards again so that I moaned with the pleasure of it.

"You like that Hayley? ... You like my cock fucking you?"

"God yes Steve ... I love your cock ... I love you fucking me..."

I did, it was wonderful and I could feel my excitement slowly increasing with every single one of his movements inside me. There was no pain, no stretching, no discomfort. Just that delicious feeling of fullness and that steadily rising tide of pleasure that lifted me with it as his shaft moved inside me and his naked body moved on mine, cradled by my body and my thighs. He paused inside me. I gasped, enjoying the feel of him in me, filling me.

"Am I good for you Steve? Do you like fucking me?" I wanted to know.

"Oh yeah," he was breathing hard. "Fuck you're so tight and wet."

I smiled happily. "Don't stop Steve ... don't stop ... keep fucking me ..."

His look was more excited. "I want to fuck you harder."

"Okay," I gasped, "you can fuck me hard ... fuck me as hard as you like."

His weight pressed more heavily on me, one of his hands slid under my butt, lifting me a little, his cock pressed a little deeper inside me and I loved it.

"Hhhuuuugghhhh," I heard myself gasp.

I felt his hand under my butt lifting me a little. My eyes widened as I felt his finger probe inwards and find my sphincter and then his fingertip pushed and I jerked.

"Nnnnghhhuuuhhhh... " Steve's finger was all the way inside my butt, I could feel his finger and his cock inside me, doubly penetrating me. I didn't protest. He could take me however he wanted and I liked it that he'd finally done something aggressively without asking me even if it felt strange. Steve kissed me hard and I was pinned and held on his cock and his finger. His mouth lifted from mine, he was breathing hard and it was my turn to gasp as I sagged back onto the bed. 

"Fuck ... oh fuck... fuck."

He smiled and kissed me again. "Yeah, you like that don't you Hayley." 

He stirred inside me. I gasped as I felt him move on me, within me, his weight pressing me wonderfully flat beneath him as his cock moved inside my sex. 

"Yeah, I can feel my cock moving in you," Steve said. So could I!

"Uuuggghhhhhh!" I heard myself groan again, a choked off sound that reflected what I was feeling. Steve smiled down at me, once again moving inside me in a slow steady rhythm at the same time as his finger filled my ass, that weird double penetration holding me helpless beneath him, gasping and groaning with each slow movement of his cock. I lay beneath him gasping and moaning, my knees clutching at his ribs, my feet bouncing against his hips, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I clutched at him, my body jerking beneath him.

"I love you Hayley," he whispered, and then he was kissing me hard and his finger was moving in my butt as he fucked me and I was gasping into his mouth as he did that to me, and almost, almost I told him that I loved him. Something held me back.

"Does that feel good Hayley? You like my cock fucking you?"

"Yes ... Yes," I gasped, "keep fucking me ... don't stop."

This was good, Steve fucking me was good and I moaned and sobbed and made lots of noise as his cock moved steadily inside me.

"Fuck me hard Steve," I begged him now, "fuck my cunt hard."

"You said that to Joe too, did you love him fucking you like this?" Steve thrust hard into me, making me gasp as his body slapped against the backs of my thighs. And again. And again. Yes! 

"Yes!" I moaned as he did it again, loving those hard movements. "Oh yes!"

"Fuck Hayley!" His voice was a groan of pleasure. Of excitement! I could tell he was enjoying himself. "Did you like me watching you while Joe fucked you?" 

My only response was a little whimper. I didn't want to talk about Joe, exciting as he had been. Right here and now I just wanted Steve to fuck me. 

He did, but then he kept whispering in my ear, "Do you like that Hayley? ... Did you know your cunt feels so good!! ... Did you like ... uughh... did you like Joe breaking you in ... with me watching ... did you like his cock ... did it turn you on?..."

What was this? Was Steve actually getting off on Joe having fucked me in front of him. That was weird. As weird as me getting excited having Joe doing it to me while Steve watched? I remembered Steve kneeling behind me as I sat impaled on Joe's cock, his hands moving me on Joe, harder and harder. I'd felt Steve's excitement as he did that to me. Enjoyed his excitement. And right now I could feel his cock inside me, nicely hard and doing what it was supposed to do and that was all I wanted.

"Tell me Hayley." God, he was so insistent. "Was Joe's cock good?"

"Oh god Steve ... yeah ... yeah ... Joe's cock fucked me good ..." Even to myself I sounded a bit surprised as the words just emerged from my mouth without any conscious thought on my part. The same way my knees were clinging to Steve's ribs as he rode me. "Was it exciting for you ... watching me ... watching Joe fuck me ... did you like that Steve?"

"Yeah ... yeah, it really turned me on." The words came out slowly, gasping slowly, all the time with his cock moving inside me in a steady rhythm that I loved. "I loved watching him fuck you?"

Jesus, this was weird and so as the excited look on his face as he asked me. I'd never seem him look like that before. But I was so excited myself now thinking about Steve watching Joe fuck me and it felt like a black hole had opened up where my stomach used to be and I was falling into it and I had to stop thinking about it. Steve. I had to think about Steve. But I couldn't. I had to ask.

"You loved watching Joe fuck me?" 

His eyes were on mine, his expression rapt.

"Oh yeah baby ... Fuck yeah ... He just drilled you so fucking hard..."

Jesus. Oh Jesus. I mean, I knew it had been exciting for me, but Steve had gotten off on watching Joe fuck me? His next words just reconfirmed what he'd already told me.

"Yeah baby ... That look on your face when he pushed his cock into you ... It made me so hard seeing that..."

Jesus! I felt shocked. Shocked and excited. And kind of sick all at the same time but I couldn't help myself. "Oh fuck ... oh Steve ... Steve ...fuck me ... fuck me hard ... Fuck me as hard as you want! Fuck me like Joe did!"

"Yes ... oh yeah ... take it ... Take it hard ... spread wider for me." He was fucking me as hard as he could and I loved it but it still wasn't anything like as hard as Joe had fucked me. But it was good and it was all I wanted.

"Yes ... Oh yes ...do it to me Steve..."

"Take it Hayley ... take my cock you little slut... Open it wide for me..."

Jesus! He'd called me a slut. Was that what he thought I was? It hurt that he thought of me like that. It hurt a lot! But it also seemed to excite him. I wanted to excite him. I wanted him to go wild with me and forget about everything except fucking me.

"You want it like this ... you want my cock ... Tell me you want it slut..."

"Am I ..." I whimpered, "Am I your slut Steve? ... "

"Fuck Hayley ... fuck yeah ... you're mine ... tell me you're my slut! ... I saw your face when Joe fucked you ... You loved it didn't you ... you couldn't get enough of it..."

His cock was pounding into me, slamming me down against the rug with each thrusting drive and I loved it, I could barely think, nothing existed except his body on mine, fucking me, and his cock inside my sex, pounding into me.

"Steve ... fuck me Steve ... fuck me harder ... " 

"Ohh yeah ... did you like his cock baby? ... did your little slut cunt like his cock better than mine?"

I did my best to ignore what he was saying. 

"Ohh yeah Steve ... Fuck me ... Fuck me ..." 

His cock was slamming into me even harder now, his body streaming sweat, sliding on mine as he fucked me hard, each thrust slamming my butt down against the rug. All I could do was hang on and moan. And sob. And cry out. 

And then I remembered. Steve wasn't wearing a condom and I wasn't on the pill. I'd been meaning to go to the local Walk In Clinic and get a prescription but after no call from Steve, it hadn't seemed like there was any real rush to get started. 

"Steve ... Steve ... stop ... You have to wear a condom." 

I had one in my handbag. Actually, I had a lot that I'd bought for that weekend and they were still there. He stopped right away, pulled out and knelt back. His cock was steely hard, wet with my juices but he waited as I pulled one out and rolled the condom onto him with shaking hands, feeling his trembling eagerness as I finished. He pushed me back down as soon as I was done, pushed my legs back. Somehow my ankles ended up over his shoulders and I was wide open to him and he thrust hard into me.

"OOWWWWWWW! ... FUCKSTEVE ... STOPSTOPSTOP ... FUCKSTOP ... OWWWWWW! ... FUCK! ... OOWWWOOWWWOWWW ..."

He stopped but it was too late. His eager thrust had missed my sex and his cock was half buried inside my butt and it hurt like fuck! I was crying and begging him to stop and it hurt, it really really hurt and he had me pinned so I couldn't move! He realized his mistake and stopped but he didn't pull out of my butt. He looked down at me for a long moment, his expression changed, tensed, his eyes widened. He threw his head back and groaned and then he pushed harder and it hurt like hell and I felt his cock go in to my butt further and then it start pulsing and throbbing in my painfully stretched back passage and I felt every pulse, every throb as he came.

"OOOWWWWW! STEVETAKEITOUTTAKEITOUT ... IT FUCKING HURTS! OWWWOOOWWW!"

The bastard was coming in my butt. He did take it out but only after he finished coming and that seemed to take forever and it fucking hurt the whole time! Thank god for condoms! I didn't want that stuff in my butt! And my butt hurt like hell even after he pulled out. Which was when I realized that the condom had broken and he'd cum in my butt anyway and his cum was trickling of me. Gross! I was still sobbing from the pain of it when he took me in his arms.




Hayley's Party Ch. 04



"I'm sorry Hayley ... it was an accident ... I'm sorry..."

I sniffled. "Okay ... okay ... but if you want to do that just tell me first okay ... that fucking hurt Steve..."And his cum was still trickling out of my butt onto the rug. Yuck!

"Why don't we have a shower and take a break and watch a movie together?"

"Yeah, let's do that," I sniffled as he cradled me in my arms and stroked my hair. 

I also remembered that he'd called me a slut and he seemed to be really getting off on Joe fucking me. We took a quick shower, not together but me and then him, found our clothes and dressed, although I didn't bother with my bra or panties, I figured they'd just get in the way soon enough. If I worked on him he'd maybe get over that fixation about Joe fucking me. Steve picked a movie, he wanted hard-core action, which always amused me because he was a totally non-action kind of guy. Hell, I trained in Tae Kwon Do and I could beat Steve up if I really put myself to it. I'd tried to talk him into coming with me back when we were both at High School but no dice. 

Anyhow, he wanted action and I wanted a chick flick and we settled on soft-porn, Jane March in "The Lover". We cuddled up together on the couch and as he held me in his arms I'd already forgiven him that little mistake in targeting. I mean, guys get impatient and it's not like a cock is self-aiming and that soreness had dissipated pretty quickly. I wasn't so sure about the Joe thing but I was pretty sure we could get past that. I smiled. I'd give him an hour and then give him a blowjob to get him hard again and then I fully intended to give him another chance to fuck my brains out. 

I did plan on telling him to leave my butt out of it though. That had frigging hurt! Mind you, I was a bit weirded out by his obsession with Joe fucking me but I figured that was just something we'd work through together. We'd got past the first couple of sex scenes in the movie, the one where Jane March gets fucked for the first time by Tony Leung and that seemed to have given Steve a few ideas. At least, he'd pushed my t-shirt up to my armpits and he was playing with one of my breasts as I lay half across his lap and I was purring happily.

The doorbell rang, a long peel as someone held their finger down on the button.

"Who the hell's that?" Steve sounded puzzled. He looked at the clock. "It's after nine for god's sake."

"Don't answer the door," I said, "who cares."

After watching Jane March and Tony Leung Ka-Fai making love on the big screen, I was rather more interested in making out with Steve than finding out just who was ringing the doorbell, which was ringing again, this time for even longer. Steve removed his hand from my breasts and stood up.

"Jesus Steve!" I grabbed my t-shirt, which had been up around my armpits, and pulled it down quickly as he headed down the hallway. There were voices from the front door, talking indistinctly, then coming closer. I hit pause on the movie just as Steve walked back in with Joe and another of their friends, Barry. Steve was smiling happily. Joe was looking all apologetic and serious. 

Barry was just being Barry, which was to say he was going with the flow. Barry was one of those easy-going guys, as tough as Joe, just about as good looking, but with none of Joe's attitude. He'd asked me out a couple of times back a year or so ago but by then I'd been dating Steve. If I hadn't, I'd have said yes like a shot. Barry was a nice guy even if he did shoot his mouth of about everything.

"Uhh, hi Hayley," Joe said, coming over to me and taking both my hands in his. "I just wanted to, you know, apologize for how I behaved at the party and when I called your house, your mom said you were over at Steve's so I came over. I mean, I know I was totally out of line and I'm sorry for that. I just hope you and Steve can forgive me."

Barry was looking puzzled. I was quite happy to leave him that way. This was embarrassing enough without motor mouth knowing about it. I looked sideways at Steve, standing there happily smiling. His look said that he was elated that his best friend and his girlfriend were making up. Well, if he was okay that Joe had taken my virginity in front of him and fucked me all night, who was I to complain? 

I'd enjoyed it at the time after all and it certainly seemed from his comments earlier this evening that Steve got off on it. Anyhow, apology given and accepted, I'd rather Joe and Barry just left so I could get back to making out with Steve. We had unfinished business and my lack of any underwear was reminding me constantly just what that business was.

Which reminded me, where were my panties and bra? My eyes glanced away from Steve, looking around. I couldn't spot the bra but I saw my panties lying right in the middle of the sheepskin rug where I'd dropped them, white on white so they didn't stand out much. Joe's eyes followed mine. I knew he'd seen them from the slow smile he gave me.

"Uhh, okay Joe, if Steve forgives you, I do." I probably sounded terse. I felt that way although just seeing Joe again was making me tingle with memories.

"Steve and I talked," Joe said, turning to Steve. "I'll say it again Steve, I'm really sorry about what happened man, I guess I must have drunk way too much."

Yeah, right. He'd had about as much to drink as I'd had which was what, about two cans of beer and a shot or two. Enough to get me tipsy but it wouldn't have even put a dent in Joe. He drank like a fish. Steve sucked it up though.

"I told you Joe, I understand, let's just let it lie huh? The past is the past. Hey, you guys want a drink?"

Shit Steve! What was he thinking? Get rid of them for god's sake!

"Sure, love one Steve." Barry jumped in, oblivious. "Whaddaya got?"

"Come and take a look."

The three of them headed for Steve's dad's liquor cabinet, he had a couple of them around the house plus a bar downstairs in the basement. He drank like Joe. In fact, Steve's Dad probably had a lot more in common with Joe than he did with his own son. When they had barbeques and Joe was there, he and Steve's dad would spent hours together with Steve's dad telling stories about his youth while Joe encouraged him. Steve's Mom just laughed and said he'd never grown up. Anyhow, the end result was that they all came back with glasses of whiskey over ice, along with the bottle, and a cooler for me. The guys started talking and drinking while I listened and sipped on my cooler. They were drinking hard, Steve doing his best to keep up, which was silly. He had nowhere near the tolerance for alcohol that Joe and Barry had and he was knocking them back. I was onto my second cooler and I'd stopped frowning at Steve and was getting a bit giggly myself when Barry put his foot in it.

"Hey Joe, did you score with that chick at your party, the mystery one you told me you were going to get into?"

Joe looked sheepish. I blushed hotly. Steve laughed. God, he was really drunk.

"Uh, sorry Hayley, I forgot you were here." Barry had no idea.

"That's okay Barry." I smiled at him. "I know you guys, don't mind me."

Steve had downed another glass of whiskey just like that, his other arm around my shoulder where I sat next to him on the couch. He was looking pretty glazed. "Yeah, well, Joe sure scored at his party Barry, take it from me."

"He did huh." Barry grinned at Joe. "Gotta give it to ya Joe, you sure know how to spread 'em and bed 'em. Hope she was good."

Joe glanced at Steve, then at me. Steve giggled. I blushed but Steve was bugging me. He thought it was funny? And he'd called me a slut earlier when he was fucking me. And he'd told me watching Joe and I had been exciting. Now I was getting annoyed.

"You can tell Barry, Joe, Hayley won't mind. She's been around us long enough." He glanced at me and grinned. I blushed and looked away. Steve was drunk alright! 

Joe looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I shrugged, still blushing. I didn't want to hear this. And then again, I kindof did want to know. My stomach was doing little flip flops. 

"It's okay Joe, you can tell Barry, I'm not going to get all uptight on you." I said it.

He turned back to Barry. "Yeah, she was good alright, nice tight little cunt, once she got going she fucked like a bunny on steroids."

My cheeks were fiery red. "Ewwww Joe, keep it a bit cleaner."

"Ah, sorry Hayley." But I knew he wasn't.

Barry chuckled. "You're a fucking animal Joe. She must've been good though, I didn't see you all night." He looked at me, then at Steve. 

"Hey, did you two finally get to do the deed or you both still being good little boys and girls."

"Barry!" That was me, blushing again.

"So you did!" Barry was laughing. "How is she Steve?" God, they were all drunk.

"She's great, lemme tell you," Steve slurred. "Come here Hayley," and he patted his lap. Well, at least if I was sitting on his lap I could shut him up. I slid around and up onto his lap. "She likes it, don't you Hayley?"

Well, I hadn't managed to shut him up and now I wanted to kill him right then there instead. God, how humiliating. His cock pushed up against my butt where I sat on him. Jesus, he was hard and feeling him made my heart pound. I closed my eyes. "Steve!"

"Ahh sorry Hayley," Steve slurred as he gulped down another half a glass of whiskey before putting the tumbler down. 

Barry did his best to change the subject again. "So that girl you scored with Joe, she good enough to go another round with? Or was she a pump and dump?"

Joe had the grace to look embarrassed. I looked at him almost curiously. How was he going to answer that one? Damned if he did, damned if he didn't? Steve laughed. My cheeks burned. Steve thought I was a slut. Let's see what Joe thought. Instead, it was Steve who spoke. 

"Hey Hayley, you know that girl Joe scored with, whaddaya think about her? She good enough for another round with Joe or was she a pump and dump?" 

His hand slipped under the loose skirt I wore as he spoke, sliding up my thigh. I squeezed my legs together, trapping his hand. The last thing I wanted was Steve touching me up while Joe and Barry were in the room watching us. My thoughts turned to earlier this evening, to Steve telling me that he'd loved watching Joe fuck me. I found myself turning my head to look into his eyes, seeing the excitement on his face, feeling his erection pressing hard under my butt. I shivered. Steve was acting kind of strange.

"Whaddaya think about her Hayley?" Steve asked again. He was watching me, his eyes bright and I was getting angry with him. Angry and excited at the same time.

"That probably depends on Joe," I said, my eyes locked on Steve's. "If Joe treated her like a pump and dump, I think that'd be the end of it."

Steve shrugged. "Me," he smiled, "I think she was a bit of a slut, Joe scored with her pretty easily."

What the hell was he doing? He'd just called me a slut. Again! I was starting to get mad with him.

"Steve." That was Joe.

Barry jumped in. "Joe's one of those lucky bastards that always scores easily." He sipped from his tumbler. "There's only half a dozen good looking chicks from the old High that I know whose panties he hasn't gotten into. Wish he'd leave some for the rest of us. How good looking was she anyhow?"

"Hayley's just as good looking as that chick Joe scored with," Steve was burbling. This time it was Joe that laughed and shook his head. 

"Soooo." Barry sounded intrigued. "All three of you know who she is and she sounds like a hottie and nobody's telling me who she actually is. What's the big secret about her?"

"No big secret," Steve slurred. "Just, Joe didn't want to embarrass her, did you Joe?"

"Naaahh," Joe shook his head, his eyes meeting mine. "She's too nice a girl to embarrass Barry ... But she was a great fuck. Good looking too." I shivered with the intensity of his look.

"I bet Hayley's just as good looking as that chick Joe scored with," Steve was burbling again.

"Steve." Barry sounded serious.

"That's okay Barry," I managed to say, "Steve's just drunk a bit too much."

"More than a bit," Barry shook his head, then grinned. "So," he looked at Joe, "maybe you can introduce an old buddy when you're done. I haven't scored for a few weeks man."

Steve stirred. I could feel him breathing faster in my ear. I closed my eyes. He was going to say something that would embarrass me, I knew he was going to. It was one of those moments when you just know what's going to happen. 

"Hey Hayley, you know her, you think that chick Joe scored with would fuck someone else?" 

I opened my eyes and glanced at him. His face had that weird excited look, the one he'd had when he'd told me he loved watching Joe fuck me. I shook my head.

"No, I don't think so Steve."

He looked disappointed. Barry shrugged. "Ah well, it was worth asking I guess."

Joe shook his head, his look half mocking, half serious. "Bad luck Barry."

"Yeah, I guess." He stood up. "Hey Joe, we better get going, leave these two to it."

Joe stood up as well. "Yeah, we better get going. See ya on Monday Steve, see you later Hayley. We'll let ourselves out."

I looked at Steve. He was way too drunk to drive me home and all those innuendos and comments had really annoyed me. "Hey Barry, can you guys drop me off home, Steve's drunk way too much to drive me back tonight." I stood up.

"Have not," Steve slurred, standing as well and then promptly swaying and falling to his hands and knees where he just as promptly threw up onto the floor. Gross! I looked at Barry. Who looked at Steve. Barry didn't like Steve that much, I knew. Tolerated him because he was a friend of Joe's, but he didn't like him.

"I think we better."

"Thanks," I said, picking up my jacket from the floor. Well away from Steve, thank God! My bra was underneath it. Neither of the guys said anything as I stuffed it in my pocket. 

Joe was helping Steve up and sitting him on the couch. "Take it easy man, we'll drop Hayley off home for ya."

He stooped and picked up my panties and passed them to me. I blushed. He grinned and winked. I stuffed them in my other pocket. I was going to say goodnight to Steve but he was out of it. 

Joe shrugged. "He'll be fine, leave him to sleep it off. He can clean up his own goddamn puke!"

"Okay." I'd been about to say the same thing.

I was that mad with Steve I didn't really care if he slept it off or not. In fact, I was hoping he had the hangover from hell in the morning and that he spent the night rolling around in his own puke. Joe's truck was parked in the driveway. Barry sat in the back, I climbed in the front. It wasn't a long drive, but it was a silent one. For once, Joe didn't say much. 

Outside my parents, he helped me out of the car. "Sorry about that Hayley," he said, "I guess I did get carried away back at the party."

I looked at him. "That's okay Joe, it wasn't just you." I shook my head. "I mean, I could have stopped you anytime right? If I'd said no, you'd have stopped?"

Joe looked at me and nodded. "Yeah, I would've. But you know." He took both my hands in his. "Just looking at you gets me hard Hayley." He took one of my hands and placed it right on the front of his jeans. I felt his bulging hardness through the denim.

"Jesus Joe!" But I didn't pull my hand away. We stood there looking at each other.

"You're damn hard to resist Hayley, you know that? Why in hells name did you ever date Steve though, I mean, I know he's my friend but honestly, he's a dick!"

There was no real way to answer that. I wasn't even sure myself anymore.

"Why'd you do that to Steve? With me, I mean?" I didn't ask why he did it to me. Looking at his face, feeling that erection of his, there was no need. I knew he'd wanted to fuck me. He probably still did from the feel of what was under my hand. In a moment of sudden clarity, I told the truth then. "You could have fucked me anytime you wanted without doing me in front of Steve like that. He's your friend for goodness sake."

Joe looked at me like he was thinking for a long moment. "Yeah, he's my friend." He paused and I could tell he was thinking about something. "Hayley, seriously, are you in love with Steve?"

I looked up at him. "Seriously? No. I've been thinking about that after we, you know, since the party and I like him a lot, but I don't love him and I was thinking about breaking up with him, I mean, after what I did to him at the party, it wasn't fair on Steve Joe, I don't want to hurt him more. I thought maybe we could work it out but tonight, before you guys came, he was getting a bit weird with me."

"Weird? How?"

"Um, I don't know. It's embarrassing, Joe."

"Yeah well, I think we've all been there Hayley." His grin was wry. I giggled.

"Yeah, you're right, and why should I be shy with you Joe?" My hand was still on that bulge in his jeans, his hand on mine, not so much holding mine there as resting on mine as I touched him now. "Just, tonight, when Steve and I were, you know, Steve told me that watching you fuck me really got him excited."

"Jesus." Joe shook his head. "He didn't? He said that to you?"

"Yeah, he did, he was fucking me when he told me." I was blushing now. 

"Yeah, well, I probably shouldn't tell you this," Joe was looking sheepish. "I mean, I feel like a real asshole. I mean, I've been a real asshole Haley."

"What Joe?" I'd never really seen Joe looking sheepish before.

"It was Steve that put me up to joining you guys at the party."

"What?" I felt stunned. Like somebody had kicked me in the head in a tournament.

"Uhh, yeah, he talked to me before the party, a few days ago, he was a bit drunk, he said what really turned him on was thinking about watching somebody else fuck you and he wanted to get you drunk and then he wanted to get some other guy in the bedroom with him and do you. He wasn't sure if you would though. And when we had the party, I found out he was serious so I figured better me than some asshole."

"Jesus." I shook my head. "How could he even think something like that? How could you, Joe?" I was almost crying.

"I dunno, but he wanted to do the same thing tonight. He called up Barry and me and asked us to come over, said you were coming round, said he wanted to do the same thing we did at the party with you."

"What did you say?"

"Fuck, I was worried about you Hayley, he's been acting weird since after the party. So I said we'd come round."

"Jesus." I felt shocked, like all of a sudden things weren't at all what they seemed. I shook my head, wanting to sit down, feeling a bit faint, like the world was spinning around me. 

"Did you say anything to Barry?"

"Not a thing."

"You got anything to drink in the truck?"

"Of course." He looked shocked that I'd even asked. I half giggled. That made me feel better.

"Mind if we go park somewhere. I need a drink. I need to talk."

"Okay, come on then, we'll go park down by the river. What about your parents? They expecting you back soon?"

I checked the time on my cell. "Nope. Not for another two or three hours."

"Jump in then." He opened the truck door for me. 

Barry looked at me as I climbed back in.

"Wassup?"

Joe stuck his head around me. "Hayley needs to talk about Steve, we're gonna go park down by the river."

"Sure. No problem." He sat back. That was one of the good things about Barry. Laid back described him to a tee. Motor mouth. But a laid back motor mouth.

I waited as Joe walked around to climb in on the driver's side. Just another fucked up night with Steve. I had no idea what I was going to do about him. This whole thing just sucked big time and as for Steve, I was fuming inside.



Hayley's Party Ch. 05



Joe drove. Barry sat silently in the back. I shivered in the front seat, huddled against the door, alone with my thoughts, alone with my confused feelings of shock and disbelief. I totally didn't know what to think. It must have shown on my face. Joe reached over with one hand, took mine, and gave it a squeeze. He was still holding my hand when we turned off Main Street and into the Walmart carpark which wasn't exactly down by the river but it'd do. There wasn't anyone else parked there. It was nice and quiet, just the floodlights and us, which suited me fine because I wanted to scream. Loudly!

With the engine off, it was silent inside the truck. I took in a deep breath. In and then, very slowly, out. Again and then again, pushing out the stress and the worries and the upset and angry thoughts with each breathe. Trying to anyhow! Trying to calm and center myself. Failing miserably! I felt like I was going crazy. Joe slid over, put an arm around me. I leaned into his embrace, shivering.

"You're cold," he said.

"I'm not."

He didn't say anything but Barry was listening. He took his leather jacket, reached over the seat back and hung it over my shoulders. I did feel warmer. I was still shivering though.

"Drink?" Barry held out the bottle. I had no idea what it was but I raised it to my mouth and swallowed a large mouthful.

"Jesus!" After I finished spluttering, my throat stopped burning and my eyes stopped watering I rather more carefully took another, much smaller, mouthful. I felt the fire and then the glow as it worked its way down.

"Goddamn white man's firewater," I choked out once I could speak. Still, I wasn't shivering anymore. I was definitely buzzed and the glow felt good. My cheeks were already flushing red. Damn that Asian alcohol intolerance gene. I better not have much more. "Jesus, what IS this stuff?" 

I guess it's easy to spot I wasn't a heavy drinker, I had no idea what it was except that it tasted worse than Mom's Chinese herbal medical teas and they could be pretty disgusting. I could already feel it hitting me. Barry was laughing as he took the bottle from me while I was still spluttering. "Jack Daniels. Hayley, you're drinking straight whiskey. You better go easy on that stuff, much more and you're gonna be flat on your back."

"Yeah, well, that won't be anything new. Will it, Joe?" Did I sound cynical? Well, excuse me!

"Shit Hayley, I said I was sorry," Joe muttered. 

His arm was still around me, solid and safe and reassuring. Well, strike safe I guess. Just make it somewhat reassuring. I shrugged, reached behind me and took the bottle back from Barry. 

"You think saying sorry makes a difference?"

I didn't normally drink the stuff but then and there, I felt like I really needed a couple more shots to help me calm down. The third mouthful left me with a relaxed glow. After the fourth, I sighed and leaned my head against Joe's shoulder. I just wanted someone to hold me. Joe would do. He looked at me, then took the bottle from me and knocked back a slug himself.

"So tell me Joe, what did you and Steve talk about, you know, before the party?"

I didn't really want to hear it but I needed to know. I blinked back sudden tears. I mean, it was hard to believe that it was Steve who'd initiated the whole thing at the party with Joe. If you'd have asked me, I'd have said it was the kind of thing Joe would do. Not that the sex with Joe hadn't been great. It had been unbelievably good. I wouldn't have spent the whole night and half the next morning being fucked by Joe if it hadn't been. But like I said, it hadn't been what I'd planned, which had been to give myself to Steve. I mean, that had happened but it had been a bit incidental to Joe fucking me god knows how many times. I didn't blame Joe, but I did want to understand what had happened. What had Steve been thinking? Why? Why would he want to do that to me? I wiped my eyes angrily.

Steve and I had been an item for two whole years. Two whole years of my life! I was eighteen years old. That was eleven percent of my entire life. Eleven point eleven, I automatically corrected myself, at the same time damning those math's tutorial programs my parents had put me through when I was younger for the involuntary irrelevance of those decimal places popping into my thoughts! I'd spent the last three weeks blaming myself and feeling awful about what I'd done to Steve back at Joe's party! Only to find that he'd been the one who'd initiated what had happened. To say I was upset and angry was to put it rather too mildly. I felt betrayed. I felt used. I felt sad. I felt deceived. And tonight had made everything I felt ten times worse! 

Tonight I'd thought that we were back together again. I'd been so happy when I'd seen Steve at my front door. So happy that I'd flung myself into his arms and begged him to forgive me. I'd given myself to Steve eagerly, I'd been grateful that he was willing to have me back after the way I'd treated him. But in reality there had been little for me to forgive. Steve had only been trying it on yet again. And I'd felt terrible about what I'd done to him? Well fuck Steve and the horse he rode in on! Fuck him! 

Yes, I was a little angry, as you may have gathered. Mostly with Steve! Beside me, Joe took a deep breath.

"Well, you know you asked me about borrowing my room so you and Steve could fuck."

Barry opened his mouth. Joe silenced him with a glance. Barry's mouth clamped shut. He looked at me, then at Joe. He seemed to decide to just shut up and listen. Good decision, Barry, I thought to myself. He was now likely the only one who knew about this whole sorry mess who was going to get out of it unharmed. Because the way I was feeling, someone was definitely going to get harmed. Somebody was going to suffer besides me. Probably Steve, but if Barry said the wrong thing, he was going to get one of my Doc Martens to the balls regardless. And yes, I was feeling that mad. 

And yes, before you ask, I was wearing my Doc Martens. I liked them. You don't see too many Chinese girls wearing Doc Martens, I know, but I wasn't just any Chinese girl and they kind of went with my style. Anyhow, those Doc Martens are good for kicking. Things. People. Guy's balls. Not that I'd ever intentionally kicked a guy in the balls except in sparring at Tae Kwon Do that once and then I'd been so apologetic about it. But tonight was shaping up to be a good night to start.

"Fuck's not quite the word I'd use Joe, but yeah, I haven't forgotten that." Except it was supposed to have been a romantic night of love, my first night with a man! My special night with Steve! Roses and candlelight and romance! Not just a fuck. Fuck it! 

"You didn't tell Steve anything about what you were planning did you?"

"No. It was supposed to be a surprise. I thought it was a surprise." Did I sound sad when I said that? I guess I did. I was! Well, what had actually happened had definitely been a surprise for me! Of that I was very sure. 

"Yeah, well, probably, but Steve must have been having his own thoughts about what he wanted to do because back at the start of the week he asked me if he could use one of the bedrooms as well."

"You mean both of us asked you? Joe, why didn't you tell me?" I looked at him accusingly.

"I thought you guys were planning a little surprise for each other and it all seemed so cutesy pie that I didn't want to mess it up for either of you."

"Well that didn't work out too fucking well did it? I mean, you fucked it up for me in the end didn't you! You fucking fucked ME Joe!" I probably sounded as mad and as hurt as I felt right then. Joe looked upset. Jesus! That was a first with him. Chalk one success up for Hayley! I'd never seen him upset over a girl before. "So what's this shit about Steve putting you up to joining him and me?"

"Jesus Hayley, I feel like a real asshole," Joe took another mouthful from the bottle. He actually sounded like he meant it to. Would wonders never cease?

"Yeah, that'd be right, you ARE an asshole sometimes Joe," Barry chipped in for the first time. I found myself agreeing with him. I'd always liked Barry. I suddenly found myself liking him a hell of a lot more.

"Yeah," I agreed, reaching for the bottle. Joe passed it to me and I drank; then passed it back to Barry. The Jack Daniels was going down rather more easily now, it only tasted awful, it no longer tasted as bad as Mom's Chinese herbal teas. I was definitely buzzed. Definitely! Jesus, I was half-crocked. 

"And Joe, we both know I liked what we did that night, so get over the saying sorry shit, okay? So let's just be real fucking clear about what happened. I really enjoyed you fucking me, okay. You were great and I'm not feeling sorry for myself at all about what you and me did and I fucking enjoyed it, okay! However, I am feeling very fucking mad with Steve right now. So just fucking stop the fucking waffling and fucking saying fucking sorry and fucking tell me, Joe, is that fucking okay fuckit?"

My voice was rising as I spoke and I was swearing a little more than normal. I think I'd actually just said fuck as many times in one sentence as I'd said the word over the entire rest of my life. It was going to be used more tonight for sure. I could feel it inside me! The rage wasn't exactly being bottled up! In fact I could feel myself starting to become un-bottled! I really wanted to scream and then kick something. Hard!

"I fucking well want to fucking know what Steve said, okay? I mean, fuck it, we both know what actually happened between us and I'm okay with that so fucking forget it, okay! What's done is fucking done, okay!" 

Joe nodded. "Okay, okay." He paused for a second or two, visibly gathering his thoughts again. "Yeah, well, you told me you were gonna fuck Steve and back in the middle of last week Steve and I were having a few drinks. He kept asking me if I thought you were good looking and of course I told him I thought you were really hot..."

"Thanks Joe," I said dryly. Barry laughed. I glanced at him, gave him the cold-face look. He shut the fuck up. Good boy, Barry!

"And then he started rabbiting on about how it really turned him on to think about watching some other guy fuck you. I told him he was nuts but he kept saying he'd been reading this stuff on the web, stories on this really great website he'd found about guys watching their girlfriends and wives and stuff being fucked in front of them by other guys and it was a real turn on, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He kept saying he wanted to watch some other dude fuck you and then he wanted to fuck you after. I kept tell him he was crazy and to stop jerking himself, all those stories were just fucking make believe, guys like him jerking themselves off."

"Jesus!" I shook my head. I couldn't believe it. All that time I'd been thinking romantic thoughts about Steve and he'd been jerking off thinking about someone else fucking me while he watched. Bastard!

"Well, he was talking about getting you drunk and then getting another guy to come in and join you guys and fuck you. He wanted to bring in someone neither of you knew, maybe even a couple of guys, he said that was far more exciting, he was just about jerking himself off when he was talking about it to me."

"No shit, that's weird stuff man," Barry said.

"Yeah, that's what I told him, I told him Hayley was his for the asking..."

"Thanks Joe..."

"Hey, you were..."

"Was..." I snarled. If I saw Steve's cock again, he'd be lucky to keep it! Or his balls!

"Whatever. Anyhow, I told him he was fucking nuts but he just kept on and on about it. He just wouldn't stop and hell, who'd believe me if I told them? Would you have believed me Hayley?"

I thought about it and then, slowly, sadly, reluctantly, I shook my head. "No, you're right Joe, I wouldn't have believed it. I'd just have thought you were pulling a mean one on Steve." I would have too. Joe's sense of humor could be pretty shitty sometimes. Not to me, maybe, but to his friends, yeah. I wanted to cry.

Barry nodded slowly. "Yeah, I would've thought you were pulling a fast one too Joe, but, I mean, Steve? What the hell was he thinking..." 

"Jesus Hayley, I really was trying to talk Steve out of it but even at the party he was still yapping on about it so I told him I'd help him out, you'd be really upset with him if it was some dude you didn't know."

"Well, yes." I was nearly in tears again. "So you volunteered, that was very fucking kind of you Joe."

"Uhh, really, I thought he'd change his mind, I was hoping he would."

"Joe, he sort of did change his mind, remember?"

"Uh, shit Hayley, he didn't, he had it all worked out, he told me what he wanted me to say."

"And you went along with it? I mean, you went ahead and played along with him and you fucked me Joe."

"Uh ... yeah ... but Jesus, Hayley, how could I resist, you looked so fucking hot and you wanted me to by then, remember?"

"Yeah, of course I fucking remember Joe. How could I possibly forget?"

I sat up and wiped my eyes. 

Barry snorted. "Joe, you're an asshole." He paused, "but not as much of an asshole as Steve." He shook his head. "You know, thinking about it, I'd swear he was trying to pull the same thing tonight the way he was talking."

Joe and I both turned to look at him, then at each other. 

"You're pretty fast on the uptake tonight Barry." Joe sounded as dry as I felt.

Except that I was crying.

"Fuck that Barry!" I was sobbing openly now, tears pouring down my face as I remembered tonight. How happy I'd been when I'd seen Steve at my door. How I'd thrown myself into his arms, how happy I'd been in his arms when we'd started making love. "How could he even think about me that way? That was me he was talking about, that was me he wanted somebody else to fuck." I was crying with anger and with sadness and with a deep sense of loss. It was as if something precious had been torn out from inside me, ripped from my heart, then crushed and destroyed before my eyes. I'd never felt such anguish before. "You know we've been dating for almost two years. I just don't get it. Why would he do something like that to me?" 

I looked at Barry blindly. "Why?"

Barry's hand reached over and gripped my shoulder, my hand reached up to hold his. "Yeah, well, guys get excited about all sorts of stuff like that Hayley, maybe Steve just got carried away?"

"Carried away? ...He fucking planned it Barry! ... Fuck Steve ... just ... Fuck Steve! ... I mean, it's a big thing for a girl Barry ... he was going to be my first guy ... you know, all that special romantic stuff ... I loved him Barry ... you know, I even got fucking candles ... and instead all he was thinking about was some fucking stories he read on some fucking website and he wanted to watch someone else fuck me first because of that! WELL FUCK HIM!" The tears were pouring down my face. "And you know what makes it worse, for the last three weeks I've been tearing myself apart feeling bad about fucking letting fucking Joe fucking fuck me in front of fucking Steve. And it was all a big fucking head-fuck."

I looked at Joe, just about screaming now. "And as for you, the guy that likes fucking Chinese fucking virgins, what's your fucking excuse and it better be a good one or you are fucking as dead as fucking Steve's going to be." 

Right there and then, I was so mad that I meant every word of it. I also knew right away why Joe did it. I mean, it's not difficult to figure. When a guy's cock is hard, he stops thinking with his brain. I don't mean to praise myself, but I am pretty attractive. If you like cute Chinese girls anyway! I may be flattering myself but I was pretty sure I knew why Joe had done what he had. It's called a hard dick! I sat there looking furiously at him, waiting for him to come up with a good fucking answer. Any fucking answer really. I was going to fucking forgive him, I knew it, but he was going to have to do a bit of fucking groveling first. Joe was looking at me. His eyes widened, his expression abruptly turned to startled. A crash on the window behind my head made me just about jump out of my skin. My head whipped around.

Jesus Fucking Christ La!

Half a dozen fucking Somali's were standing around laughing and making obscene gestures at me. One of them had just hit the window behind me with a big metal torch. He had it raised to hit the glass again. They must have thought we were making out or something. Either that or they were just doing their usual and making trouble. A couple of hundred goddamn Somali refugees had been inflicted on us a few months back. It was some sort of resettlement program funded by the Federal Government and set up by that goddamn illegal immigrant Kenyan Muslim so-called President. Two hundred Somali's in a large town with not much in the way of jobs! They'd caused nothing but trouble since they'd arrived. 

According to Bethany's Dad, who was a cop, drug dealing and petty crime and random assaults had gone through the roof since they'd been shipped in. God knows there were enough problems at High School with them. Joe was already starting the truck up. Well, fuck those fucking ragheads and fuck running away. I swung the door open, slamming it into the closest one as hard as I could and jumped out. 

"Jesus Hayley." Joe was tangling himself up in the cab trying to come after me.

"Oh fuck me!" Barry was throwing his door open but I was far faster. I had a good mad on and those fucking Somali's were going to be on the receiving end of it.

"Hey, leeetle chinkie whore, you wanna suck my deeeek too..."

Fucked if I can do Somali, but you know what they sound like. That REALLY pissed me off. I mean, I was mad before but that dickhead turned my anger to an icy fury. Did I mention I was wearing my Doc Martens? Maybe I did but I'm sure I didn't mention that the toes were steel-capped. When I snap-kicked that first fucking loud-mouthed raghead in the balls, I put all my pent up rage and fury into it. I kicked him so hard I lifted him off the ground. He didn't even scream. His mouth opened wide, his eyes bulged, his hands clutched at his balls and he sank to his knees, then folded over, jerking on the ground like a pithed frog. 

Have you ever seen speed kicking? It's where you kick as fast as you can as many times as you can. I'm good at it. Good, fast and hard. Numbers two and three got snap-kicks two and three in the same place as hard as I could kick before they could move! Tae Kwon Do, remember. Concrete blocks! Balls are a little softer! Three down, three to go and I kept on going, not even bothering to look behind me. I knew Joe. I'd seen him in the odd fight. He'd be on his way and Barry was no slouch himself. They'd take care of the ones I left behind me.

Those other three were back-pedaling fast, one of them reaching behind himself. Gun? Knife? Whatever it was, he didn't get to it fast enough. I took him with a jumping snap kick to the jaw. I heard the crack as his jaw broke, some of his teeth shattered and a small chunk of tongue spun through the air. Messy! As I came down I hit him with a spinning back kick to the sternum, followed through with a roundhouse kick that broke his fucking arm and took his legs from under him just to make sure he went down. He hadn't even had time to scream. I also found out you can feel bones break. Even though Doc Martens! Number five was coming in fast now. He should have been running away but he wasn't that smart. He got a stomp kick to the chest for his enthusiasm, staggering him back a couple of steps. That gave me the space to follow through with a one two three combo kick that put him on the ground screaming.

"Hayley! Watch out..." 

Barry's yell put me into a diving forward roll away from whatever it was he as yelling about. The roll let me see where the last one was. As I came up I back kicked hard and connected, bounced away, spun and skip-kicked forward with another snap kick, at the same time diverting the fist that was swinging at me, kneeing him in the stomach hard and switching to a rather brutal hapkido takedown using the punch he'd thrown to take him off-balance. The first time I'd ever done one for real. Hapkido is pretty nasty. As he folded over I gave him a followup knee strike to the face, rotating his arm behind and across his back, dislocating his shoulder and breaking his elbow as he went down into the ground screaming. I kicked him in the ribs for good measure. 




Hayley's Party Ch. 05



Master Kim would have been proud of me! 

Basically, the unlucky camel-fucker had pretty much run out of whatever he had had had that passed for luck. Hope he enjoyed his stay in hospital and he had insurance, he was going to be there for a while. I looked around but there weren't any others. Fuck it! That'd been too easy. But I felt good. Exhilarated even! I grinned at Joe and Barry, still bouncing.

Then I realized I'd done all of that without any panties on. They were still in my jacket pocket in the truck along with my bra. I must've given everyone here a pretty good look. Well, what the fuck, embarrassing as it was, the Somali's weren't gonna talk. Half of them were only capable of screaming right now anyhow, noisy bastards! Joe wouldn't have seen anything he hadn't seen before and as for Barry. Well, Barry had asked me out a few times while I'd been dating Steve. Now that Steve was out of the picture... When I thought that, I knew then that Steve and I were done. Steve was history! It felt good to know. Surprisingly good! Better even than kicking Somali's.

Joe just looked at me, looked at the six Somali's on the ground and shook his head.

"Jesus Hayley, are any of them still alive?"

He sounded like it was a serious question. A little worried now, I looked. Yeah, they were all breathing. Still trying to scream or puke maybe, but definitely breathing. I relaxed.

"Gonna kill you, you slant-eyed beeetch..." One of the stupid fuckers was trying to stand up. The second or third I'd taken down I think. Obviously I needed to work a little more on those snap kicks. Jesus, what sort of an IQ did these guys have? Silly question when you think about it. I remembered something I'd read about Somali's. Probably around sixty-eight? Maybe seventy on a good day. Depending on how you looked at it, that was either Extremely Low educationally, or Mild Mental Retardation in a Psychiatric sense. Either way, pretty fucking dumb. Our boy here was living up to expectations. Low impulse control to start with.

I shook my head. "Really? REALLY? You're calling me a bitch?"

"Hayley..." Joe sounded like he was concerned.

Snap. Snap. Snap. I was getting to be addicted to those fast snap kicks to the balls. They seemed to work rather effectively. The camel-fucker changed his mind about whatever it was that he'd been intending. He also refrained from expressing himself further using impolite language. He was too busy collapsing onto the ground, puking with his buddies.

"Ummm, Hayley?" 

I looked around. "Yeah Joe?"

"You're not still mad with me are you?" 

That was so sweet of him to ask. Although he did sound worried. I thought about it. Then grinned; my mad was over! "Nope, we're cool Joe."

Barry chuckled. "I hate to interrupt this little love fest, but we either call the cops or we fuck off outta here and leave these sorry suckers to sort their own shit out."

I laughed. Joe grinned; then nudged the least damaged looking Somali with his boot. Well, the only one that wasn't puking or screaming. He was either smart or lucky.

"Hey you, you want us to call the cops or you'all gonna sort your own shit out?"

I toed a small plastic ziplock bag that had fallen from someone's pocket and was leaking white powder. The talking Somali looked at it, then me, then Joe. "We sort our own shit out, okay. Just keep that psycho bitch away from me."

Joe grinned. I did the mad psycho giggle thing. "Joe, don't spoil my fun, I want to play with him... just one more little kick... maybe a couple?"

"Shit..." 

I just love the smell of Somali's shitting themselves at midnight... Well, not really, but the line was too good to miss. Shame there wasn't a line like that from Blackhawk Down. It wasn't midnight either, but you can't have everything. You gotta love those classic old movies. Not the smell though. Definitely not the smell! What the fuck did these guys eat? Dead rats? In reality, it actually took me a second or two to figure out what had happened. Wow! I'd actually made someone shit themselves? This was so cool! Maybe I HAD drunk too much of that Jack Daniels? I better stop before I got really silly!

"Might it perhaps be time for us to stop fucking around and depart the scene, ladies and gentlemen?" Barry spoke up at last. Ever erudite, that was Barry! Actually, he liked Jane Austen movies. Weird huh? I knew his guilty secret! I'd surprised him once upon a time when I'd gone round to drop something off at his place for Steve. Whatever! I was rambling and he was right. I was so hyped up on adrenaline that I was in the front passenger seat before Joe and Barry made it in.

Joe drove again, pulling us out of the carpark onto the road. Barry sat silently in the back. I sat happily in the front, feeling satisfied and at one with myself. Which was more than the Somali's felt but that was their bad fucking luck. I looked back at Barry.

"You still got that Jack Daniels?"

He looked at me, then grinned and held it up. "Yeah."

"Well, let's finish it!"

Joe looked at me. "Uhhhh ...you sure you wouldn't rather go home, Hayley?"

I thought about it for about, like, two seconds. Then I smiled. "Nope, but you know what, you guys feel like a swim in the old swimming hole?"

Joe raised an eyebrow. "You gotta swimsuit?"

I giggled. "Ever heard of skinny dipping?" Maybe I had had too much to drink. But whatever, I felt waaaay better. God bless those unlucky camel-fuckers. They'd sure shown up at the right time!

Barry laughed. "I'm shy."

Joe snorted. "No kidding. With a dick as small as yours, I'd be shy too."

It was my turn to laugh. "I'll judge, okay?"

They both looked at me and grinned. I felt my heart beat a little faster, once again very conscious that my panties were in my jacket pocket in the back seat rather than on me where they belonged.

The nice thing about living in a town, even a large town, in the country rather than in a city is things like rivers. They're rather less manicured than they are in heavily built up areas and there's still lots of land that's wilderness. The old swimming hole was like that. It wasn't even out of town, just out on the outskirts but to get to it, you had to know where it was and how to get there. Down the Number Ten Side Road for a mile and a half, then turn onto an overgrown vehicle track and bump and bounce through trees and undergrowth for half a mile until you got to a big grassy clearing that bordered the river. 

Joe needed two hands for the wheel as we eased slowly down the trail, tree branches scraping down the windows on either side. That swimming hole had been there for a long time and it was big, a large deep pool in a bend in the river. Now however, most people used the town swimming pool at the new Community Centre, which was indoors, heated and open all year round. As opposed to the river which was usable only for two or three months of summer. The water was glacially cold even then. When I was little, my dad had brought us there for picnics. These days it was barely remembered.

We parked. With the engine off, it was silent but for the natural sounds of the night. No traffic, no street lights, just the river and the sounds of the night, insects and the odd birdcall. Owls' maybe? I wasn't big on birds except for soya sauce chicken and roast duck and they came cooked, not chirping, so I had no idea. Barry jumped out as soon as we stopped. By the time I followed, he'd thrown a big old blanket on the grass and Joe was coming round the front of the truck holding the now half-empty bottle in one hand. Joe came up beside me and put an arm around me. I leaned into his embrace.

"Promise you won't kick me in the balls," he said.

I giggled and turned towards him. "Worried?"

He grinned. "I couldn't take out six fuckers like that."

I shrugged. "They weren't expecting a girl to kick the shit out of them."

"Probably not, I sure as shit wasn't."

"Well, I feel a lot better now."

Joe grinned. "And for that oh Lord our God, I am truly grateful."

"Shit Joe, I didn't really blame you, okay." I smiled up at him. "And you know what, that was an amazing night. I had no idea it could be, like, that good or I'd have started a long time back." I put my hands on his shoulders, stood on my tip-toes and kissed him. "With you." He folded me in his arms and kissed me back, hard. I was very suddenly aware of his state of arousal. And impressed! How could guys switch moods so quickly? It felt good pressing against me though. I remembered where else it had pressed three weeks ago and sighed into his kiss. Eventually we came up for air. 

"Now I'm glad it was you, okay." His mouth came down on mine again and I kept thinking about him fucking me three weeks ago. Was that why I'd suggested coming here and going skinny dipping? I'd better sober up a little and think about this first before I did something I'd regret. And what better way to sober up than to jump into a freezing river at midnight for a swim?

I peeled myself out of Joe's arms, unbuckled my boots and shrugged my feet out of them as he stood there watching. Boots gone, I peeled my socks of and stood there for a moment, enjoying the feel of the grass under my bare feet. Turning my back on Joe and Barry, I peeled of my top, unhooked and unzipped my skirt, letting it drop to my ankle. I stood there naked for just a second, knowing they were looking at me, feeling their eyes on me, feeling the hot night air on my naked skin. It was exhilarating and exciting and a little scary all at once.

"Coming for a swim?" I laughed over my shoulder as I walked across the grass, across the fine sand of the narrow beach and into the glacially cold water, moving carefully. I didn't want to trip on something I couldn't see. The river was moving slowly here in the inner curve of the gentle bend, deepening quickly as I moved out. It felt wonderful after the baking heat of that late summer night, ice-cold and refreshing. It didn't stay refreshing for long. After half a dozen steps I was waist deep in liquid ice. I kept going anyhow, slid under and started swimming out towards the middle, laughing when I heard a series of splashes and Barry's voice behind me.

"Oh fuck me, this is fucking freezing!" 

Barry was chasing me, catching up fast as he stroked through the water behind me. Joe wasn't too far behind him. The cold water sobered me up far too quickly. I was happily treading water in the middle of the river when Barry caught up with me. I grinned at the look on his face, my teeth not quite chattering but close. Very close.

"Don't tell me. That was a really dumb idea wasn't it?"

"Yup, sure was. Better start swimming for the bank before we drift down into the rapids." His teeth chattered. "Or freeze to death."

The current was faster in the center of the river, we were drifting downstream. I started to swim, hard. Barry side-stroked beside me, I knew he was watching me. Joe swam a little in front. It felt good swimming with them, like they were protecting and looking after me or something. A girl likes that feeling.

A girl also likes being looked at.

My own teeth were chattering like castanets by the time we made it to the shore. Once it was only waist deep, I stood and started walking, naked, cold and clean and shivering. Between working my mad out on the Somali's and immersing myself in the river, I felt wonderful. Refreshed and purged of all the negativity that Steve had inflicted on me. It was almost like I was a new Hayley, reborn as I emerged from the water. My nipples were hard too. 

For a moment I felt shy at being naked in front of Joe and Barry, but I also wanted to be out of that glacial chillness. The hot night air embraced me like a warm towel as I stood up. Joe was right there beside me, one hand holding my arm and then, as I slipped on a smooth rock, he lifted me like a baby in both arms and carried me out of the water. 

Resting my head on his shoulder, I felt like a feather in his arms as we moved towards the waiting blanket, a helpless little feather floating in the breeze. I liked that feeling. As Joe lowered me gently to the blanket it also dawned on me that I was not only wet from the river, I was wet with excitement. The ramifications of that occurred to me at one and the same time as I sat there eyeing Joe and Barry's naked bodies. 

Neither of them were what you'd call erect. After the cold river water, that wasn't exactly a surprise. They were somewhere in between, not flaccid but neither were they fully hard. Obviously even while they were looking at me, they were maintaining some sort of self-control. Or the cold water had had an effect. I thought about that for a couple of seconds, a thousand thoughts playing through my mind. 

Joe.

Barry.

Me.

Me and Joe and Barry.

Like at the Party.

There really wasn't much difference in size between them.

They both looked big.

If I let them have me, I knew it would be good.

For me.

And for them.

What about Steve?

What about Steve? He was over and done with.

What about Brad?

Hey, he was just a guy I was going to date next weekend. It wasn't like we had a serious relationship or anything. Not yet anyhow. This was now!

I wanted them.

Both of them.

I knew I wanted to feel wanted again. Was it just a reaction to Steve's betrayal? Revenge on Steve? 

I thought about that for a moment and knew it wasn't. Steve was already history as far as my mind was concerned. I'd put him behind me, at least right now I had. I liked Joe. I mean, three weeks ago he'd fucked me in front of Steve and I hadn't let him just because of Steve. I'd never admitted to myself that I'd thought of Joe like that but when push had come to shove, I'd happily spread my legs for him. I knew I would again if he wanted me. Just like pretty much every other girl Joe had dated had. I'd be just like them. As for Barry, he was attractive and I knew he liked me. I liked him too.

"So what's it going to be, Hayley?" I asked myself.

My body answered for me. My nipples felt swollen. Swollen and sensitive! My skin tingled. I could feel the heated wetness of my sex, a wetness that only increased as I thought about them. I wanted to feel their desire, their urgency. I wanted to see it. I wanted to feel them inside me, taking me and bringing that pleasure and excitement I'd felt to me again. It really didn't take me long; I didn't so much think it through as experience a confusion of messy and emotional thoughts and memories that made up my mind for me, as much as my mind could be made up.

By the time I'd finished thinking, Joe and Barry were lying on either side of me on the blanket and Barry was taking a drink from the bottle. I looked at him and held out my hand. He passed it to me; I took a mouthful, holding it in my mouth while I passed the bottle on to Joe. I swallowed that mouthful cautiously, a little at a time, enjoying the glow although not perhaps the taste. It still tasted worse than Chinese herbal medicine! Still, it felt good. And I knew what I was going to do.

Nothing!

I was just going to lie back and let events take their course. As events do.

I would make any decisions I needed to make when I needed to make them.

Or perhaps I just wouldn't make a decision at all.

What would happen would happen.

I smiled, took the bottle from Joe and lay back between them, looking up for a moment at the night sky, clear and cloudless and filled with a million stars.

"You going to drink that?" Barry asked.

I smiled at him. "No, you are." 

I very carefully filled my navel with a small shot of Jack Daniels. It didn't take much. One of those things you can do when you're an innie and not an outie. I could see Barry and Joe watching the mouth of the bottle. I didn't waste a drop. That swim really had sobered me up.

"Okay!" Barry sounded happy.

He leaned forward and delicately lapped the Jack Daniels from me, his lips sealing themselves to the skin of my belly, surrounding my navel while his tongue tickled me. I giggled as he made sure he'd lapped it all off me before he lifted his head. He looked at me and licked his lips.

"Mmmmm, delicious Hayley."

"Your turn."

I looked at Joe and smiled, carefully pouring a refill. I needed both hands. He smiled back and equally as carefully, but more slowly, licked the Jack Daniels from my belly, swirling the tip of his tongue around my navel and sending little shivers through me. As he lifted his head, he reached over, took the bottle from my hand and refilled my navel slowly himself. As Barry lowered his mouth to my belly, Joe placed the mouth of the bottle on one breast, very carefully pouring a small drop out and onto my nipple. I shivered at the touch of the cool glass, shivered again as I felt the Jack Daniels on my skin. His eyes met mine. He smiled before lowering his head to my breast, his tongue sliding across and around my nipple, his lips gently closing on it, sucking it into his mouth.

"Ohhhhhhh." I sighed at the feel of those dual tongues on me, one on my breast, one on my belly, feeling my nipples already swollen, now achingly hard. One of my hands moved to rest on Joe's head as he suckled on my sensitive flesh, gently stroking his short brown hair. Still gently licking and sucking, he gave himself another drop before passing the bottle to Barry; who carefully flavored my other nipple with Jack Daniels before he too applied his mouth to remove it. 

Their mouths were on my breasts, licking and sucking. It was wonderful. I liked it even more when I felt their hands on me, on my stomach, on my thighs, stroking my skin gently so that my body tingled everywhere. Both of them eased closer, now I was sandwiched between them, their bodies hot and hard on either side of me. Very hard where each of them rested on my thighs. Was I going to let them do what I knew they wanted? I thought about that for a moment as they licked at my breasts and their hands caressed my skin at the same time. God, I was so wet, wet with anticipation. There was no need to decide, I was going to just let it happen.

Joe's head lifted for a moment, he smiled down at me. "You're so beautiful Hayley."

I smiled back at him. "I bet you say that to all the girls." My hand pushed his head back down on my breast. I made a contented little sound as his tongue flickered over my nipple. A thought occurred to me, whimsical but one I wanted to share it before it escaped me. 

"Barry."

He lifted his head from my breast to look down at me, his hand replacing his mouth, his fingers sliding over my skin, caressing me gently. "Yeah Hayley."

"Remember when you asked me for a date way back when and I said no?"

He nodded, his mile wry. "Yeah, I remember, you broke my heart, especially now I see what I was missing out on."

"Yeah well, for what it's worth, I'm sorry now that I said no to you Barry." I smiled at him as I moved my hand to rest on his for a moment, then moved it downwards, sliding it down from my ribcage over my belly to my sex and placing it on me, my legs parting a little to make room for his hand, my hand over his, feeling one of his fingers push inwards where I was slippery wet. I gasped, just a wordless little gasp, as his fingertip pushed against my entrance lightly. Then I smiled at him, easing my legs a little further apart.

"But that was then and this is now."

"You're not going to say no to me this time, are you Hayley?"

I giggled then. "No."

He smiled, his face came closer and closer to mine and I knew he was going to kiss me. He did kiss me. His lips brushed mine, met mine, my lips parted, my mouth opened to his. We kissed, slowly, gently and lengthily. And all the time Barry and I kissed, Joe's mouth and lips and tongue were running over my breast while Barry's fingers delicately traced the contours of my sex, teasing my labial lips apart, sliding along the delicate surface, teasing and lightly caressing my now swollen clitoris. My body rippled with pleasure, my belly tightened with anticipation, I was transfixed with an overwhelming desire to surrender myself. As if to accentuate that desire, my sex pulsed with a slow wet heat that demanded satisfaction.




Hayley's Party Ch. 05



"Oooooohhhhhh."

I moaned quietly into Barry's mouth as his finger entered me easily, slowly and gently penetrating my entrance and probing my sex. His mouth lifted from mine as, simultaneously, Joe's mouth lifted from my breast. Their faces looked down upon me, side by side. I smiled up at them, knowing what I wanted.

"I'm so wet." 

I knew that I was. I could feel my own heated wetness as I lay between them, my legs a little more widely spread now. I didn't remember doing that but I liked my exposure, I liked them looking at me. Three weeks ago I'd been fucked by Joe and Steve, but Steve had really been incidental to what had happened to me that night. While I'd daydreamed about sex with other guys, with men other than Steve, I'd never in my wildest daydreams imagined doing it with two men, not even in those weeks since the party. 

I'd never dreamed of exposing myself like this to more than one guy. Now I was naked between Joe and Barry and I wanted them. I wanted them both. I wanted them to take me and I wanted to satisfy them. I wanted each of them to watch me as the other took me. And I wanted to do something I'd never done with Steve, something I'd fantasized about but never had the temerity to ask for. I shivered and closed my eyes, summoning up the courage and blushing at my own audacity.

"Would either of you like to eat Chinese?" 

God, I don't know what made me say that. I felt embarrassed as soon as the words were out of my mouth. I was always a little sensitive about people making fun of my racial background. Now I'd made fun of it myself. And as for asking what I'd just asked for, I was filled with a sudden dread that they'd turn me down in disgust. 

Instead, Barry threw his head back and laughed. I gasped as his hand squeezed my sex just a little, his finger moving inside me. Joe almost choked. It was Barry that answered first, his words relieving me of the shame I felt, tightening the coil of excitement in my belly.

"You know what Hayley; I've always wanted to eat Chinese."

Joe grinned down at me, "It's buffet tonight Barry, all you can eat."

"Please," I choked out, my heart beating like a drum, overwhelmed and suddenly feeling rather dreadfully shy, "help yourself."

I closed my eyes as Barry leaned forward and kissed my nipple, his lips and tongue slowly working their way down to my navel, across the taut flatness of my belly while his fingers continued to toy with and tease my sex. I couldn't watch, even though I wanted this, even though I'd asked for this. What if they didn't like how I looked or how I tasted" I felt shame and embarrassment and fear and anticipation and growing excitement all twisted and tangled up inside me. I moaned again, one hand gripping Joe's hair as his mouth closed on my other breast, as his hand moved to stroke my knee, slide up the soft skin of my inner thigh, ease one leg closer to him, parting me wide for Barry.

Barry's mouth slid downwards across my belly and I felt him moving, sliding down the blanket, moving to kneel between my legs, his hands on my inner thighs, spreading my legs wide, exposing me to his eyes, looking at the most private part of my body. Oh god, this was so embarrassing. But at the same time I wanted this so much. Instinctively fearful, I covered my sex with one hand as a brief feeling of shyness and embarrassment overtook me. I'd never exposed my sex to a man before, never, not like this. Even excited and willing as I was, I was shy. Joe's hand reached down and took mine, held it in his, lifted it away from my sex and placed it on his cock, clasping my fingers around him.

I was exposed to Barry's eyes. I could feel his breath on me, sense his closeness, his interest. I knew shame and embarrassment and fear as he looked at me, but the excitement I felt now overrode everything. I was afraid. I was afraid of exposing myself, afraid of what was going to happen and simultaneously I wanted it to happen. I whimpered; a gasping little noise of intermingled fear and excitement and anticipation but not of protest. Definitely not of protest!

In the weeks since that party at Joe's, I'd continued to shave my sex, not for any particular reason, just because once I'd shaved myself bare, it was easier to keep on doing it. Eyes still closed, I heard Barry's voice.

"You look so sexy, Hayley, so pretty and smooth." His voice was husky with passion, his hands pressed flat against inner thighs, spreading me wide in front of his face.

"I do?" Oh god! Oh please! I was so wet. So very very wet and I wanted to be touched, not just looked at.

That's so hot." My eyes flew open. Joe's mouth had left my breast. He was looking at me too. Both of them were looking at me and I could barely speak through the excitement that filled my body, particularly the part of me they were both looking at.

"I shaved," I gasped, and I swear I could feel myself open wider down there for them. Any wetter and I was going to start melting.

"Oh Hayley, that's so pretty." 

I smiled, no longer quite so fearful. Barry's lips touched my sex, gently brushing me, his tongue flickering out to taste me and I moaned at the sheer pleasure of that delicate caress. His hands spread my thighs wider and I moved for him, spreading myself wide, as wide as I could for his mouth. He licked me then, licked me from the bottom of my sex to the top, ending at my clitoris which he sucked into his mouth briefly.

"Oooohhhh!" My hips tried to jerk wildly.

Barry's hands held me still for his mouth. Joe's hand pressed down on my belly, pressing down on me firmly as Barry's tongue licked along my sex again. I looked down my body just as Barry looked up, moaning at the beautiful sight of his head buried between my thighs, his lips wet with me. He smiled before lowering his face to me again, making me cry out as his tongue lapped deliciously at me. That brief glimpse of his eyes, of his smile, of the excitement written across his face, all told me that he was enjoying what he was doing. My fear and embarrassment vanished completely, vanished in the knowledge that he was enjoying this. 

Enjoying me!

Now I relaxed, breathing hard as his tongue sliced along my sex. I was wet, wetter than I'd ever been. I could feel myself opening to Barry's lips and tongue, opening wide, just about gushing my wetness over Barry's face as he lapped at me. His mouth lifted once more, he smiled at me, then looked at Joe and grinned. Neither of them said anything. My heart pounded as they quickly exchanged places and now it was Joe's head between my thighs, Joe's hands on my inner thighs, spreading me wide. Joe's eyes on me, inches away from the most intimate part of me, looking at me!

"Your pussy looks so hot Hayley," he purred, just before his mouth closed on my sex. His tongue flicked over me. I shuddered and moaned, both at his words and under his tongue. His next lick was long, the length of my sex, finishing on my engorged clitoris and running a little circle around it so that I moaned again. Joe's thumbs did something I didn't expect then. They found the lips of my sex and spread me open for his next lick, a lick that ran along my sex before his tongue circled and pushed against my entrance. Pushed into my entrance!

"Ooooooohhh." I couldn't help it, it felt so good. I moaned out loud.

Barry kissed me then, kissed me as I moaned again so that I moaned into his mouth, tasting myself on his lips and his tongue. To my surprise I tasted nice, a sort of half bitter, half-sweet honey spice taste with a slight tang to it. Barry's eyes danced as mine widened and then I moaned again, helplessly, as Joe sucked on my clitoris, simultaneously plunging a finger into my sex. I was overwhelmed by a sudden orgasm that came from nowhere, barreling through my body so that I pumped my sex at his mouth and finger as that hot pulsing pleasure infused my body, making me forget everything but coming, coming, coming! I would have screamed except I couldn't!

Oh God, if that moment in time could have been extended to infinity, I knew I would have stayed like that forever, lying on my back with my legs spread wide, Joe and Barry taking turns to lap voraciously at my sex, my hands holding their heads as they worked on my body. I savored everything my senses offered up to me, my mouth stretched wide open, my body quivering and arching, my legs spread wide by their hands, completely abandoned to the pleasure they were giving me. 

Even as I was recovering from that first orgasm, they continued to work on me. All too soon I once more found myself on the brink. I moaned, I sobbed, I cried out as I soared and soared and soared towards what I knew was going to be an even more stupendous orgasm. I'd lost track of whose mouth was working on me, I didn't care. All I cared for was that whichever of them it was didn't stop.

When I finally climaxed that second time, my whole body shook, my hands clutched at the head between my thighs, my hips drove my sex upwards at that mouth while my hands forced that head down against me. I cried out again and again as my body jerked and shook and my mind emptied of everything except the intense pleasure I felt as my release overwhelmed me. I didn't just see stars, I saw a sky full of supernovas! I was stunned at how good it felt as I came and came and came. 

When my eyes finally opened and I'd stopped seeing those blazing supernovas, Barry and Joe were once more on either side of me, their hands running over my quivering body as I lay between them supinely. I smiled at them rather shakily, panting for breath, unable to move, limp, helpless, my legs spread wide just as whichever of them it had been had left me.

"I think I want to fuck you Hayley." Joe's voice was hushed, yet full of promise.

"Me too," Barry added. 

Both of them were smiling down at me. Both of their cocks were hard, stiffly erect, resting on my thighs. My sex was wet, deliciously wet and ready. I wanted to be taken. I was scared. Three weeks ago, with Joe and Steve, I'd told myself I hadn't had any choice. Joe had dominated me, told me what to do. I'd simply obeyed him. I'd enjoyed what I was doing but I'd done it out of obedience and in the heat of the moment. I'd loved it, loved what Joe had done to me. Now was also the heat of the moment. Joe wasn't dominating me this time. Neither was Barry. It was my choice. 

I was still scared.

I took a deep breath. Oh God, with either one of them it would have been an easy decision to make. With both of them? I still wasn't sure.

"Open yourself," Barry said, so quietly I almost didn't know if I'd heard correctly.

"Sorry?" My voice was a gasp.

"Open yourself with your fingers," he said, his eyes on me. "Open yourself for my cock." He moved then, moved his naked body to kneel between my widespread legs, kneeling upright, his cock hard and jutting. Just the sight of it made me moan. So did the sight of his chiseled muscles, his six-pack abs, muscular chest and solidly muscular arms.

"Not yet," I gasped as I sat up, my legs either side of him. I didn't have to think about this, this was something I'd done before and it postponed the need to decide. I wrapped my hand around his cock as it jutted forward in front of me, held it up and lowered my mouth down over the swollen head, taking him deep into my mouth, savoring the clean fresh taste of him, stretching my lips around his girth as I moved my head up and down.

"Oh yeah, that's it Hayley." Joe's voice sounded raspy. "Suck him hard!"

I could hear the excitement and the desire in Joe's voice as he watched me suck on Barry's cock. It was a little larger than Joe's as I remembered it, but I relished working on him while Joe watched me. Barry's hands rested on my hair, stroked my head gently as I bowed before him and I heard his voice above me.

"That's good Hayley, god, you look beautiful, you're so fucking gorgeous."

A girl likes to be told she's beautiful!

One of Joe's hands was stroking my back, almost a massage, working on my shoulders and my spine. Then his hand was between my legs instead, lightly stroking my sex, teasing my lips apart. His finger slid into me gently and I had to release Barry's cock to let out a soft sob as I felt his finger bury itself inside me. That finger in me held me helpless, unable to think, unable to move, unable to do anything except sit there feeling it.

"God, you're so wet Hayley." Joe sounded amazed. I knew he was right. I could feel my own wetness as his finger moved in me. I slowly eased myself back down, onto my back, my hand drawing Barry's cock towards my sex where Joe's finger still delicately probed. I needed more than just a finger in me. Remembering Barry's request now, I let go of his cock, reaching down between my legs with both hands, touching myself, whimpering as I felt Joe's finger moving into me with my fingertips. I found my outer lips, peeled them apart, opening and exposing myself to Barry as he looked down at me.

He smiled, lowered himself down over me as Joe's finger reluctantly slid out from inside me, leaving me empty, empty and waiting to be taken. His lips touched mine, he kissed me. I felt the tip of his cock brush my waiting sex, making me moan and shiver with anticipation as I held myself open for him.

"You want my cock Hayley? Is that what you want?" I could tell he was enjoying teasing me but I had no tease left. There was only surrender, only my own need to be taken.

"Please," I gasped. "Please do it to me."

He smiled, his lips brushing mine, his chest brushing my nipples.

"You want me to fuck you Hayley?" He was enjoying this.

"Yes," I gasped, still holding myself open with my fingertips, feeling him brushing against me, trying to push myself up and onto him. "Yes."

"Say it then. Tell me you want me to fuck you." His eyes promised me I'd get what I wanted. All I had to do was tell him so. It was hard, so hard to get those words out past my lips, to say what I wanted, a want that I'd consciously struggled for so long to repress. 

"Fuck me, Barry," I moaned, "please, fuck me please!"

He smiled down at me and a moment later that promise that his eyes hand held was fulfilled. The tip of his cock pressed against me, pressed inwards between my fingertips and pressed against my entrance, pausing there.

"Move your legs back for me." It wasn't a request. He told me what he wanted and I obeyed, jacking my knees back, all the way back to brush his ribs, my feet trailing against his hips, leaving me wide open to him. And still the tip of his cock pressed against my entrance, brushing my fingertips, teasing me with the promise of what was to come. I looked up at his face over mine, waiting, feeling the fear and the anticipation grow within me. I could hear myself panting, my breath coming in fast little gasps. I didn't need to make a decision. I knew I was going to be fucked.

Barry looked down at me for just a second before he pushed into me in a long slow relentless penetration that went on and on and on until all of him was inside me. 

"Hhhhhuuugggnnnggghhhhhh." I groaned as he filled me, my back arching in a reaction to that surging penetration, my mind filled with the stunning pleasure of his entry and the sense of fullness inside that his cock gave me. It was as good as I remembered from that night with Joe. Better even, because there was no pain, just a long thick slide within me that seemed to go in and in and in until I was stuffed full, feeling all of him inside me, thick and hard. I could feel every bit of him, the swollen glans, the contours of his shaft, the swollen veins along his length. My entire consciousness was aware of nothing else but his body on mine and the long thick shaft that was stretching me and filling me. My hands fell away from my sex as he pushed a little deeper inside me, his body pressed up against mine where we joined, the tip of him lightly brushing up against my cervix.

"Huugghhhhhh." My breath huffed out as that half an inch of extra penetration pushed into me. I lay beneath him absorbing the feel of his cock inside me, feeling completely taken, totally physically possessed. My sex spasmed convulsively around his shaft as my body adjusted to his girth within me. I could feel him inside me, stretching me, everywhere. This was what I'd wanted, to feel that rigid male hardness within me, his body on mine, taking me. I wanted to be taken.

It felt so good.

My nervousness dissipated as Barry's cock had entered me. Now, lying beneath him, his cock buried in me, I felt a contented excitement. I moaned again, my hands moving now to rest above my head on the blanket, surrendering myself completely to him, surrendering to his possession of my body, looking up at him looming over me.

"Are you okay?" Barry's voice was gentle in my ear.

"Yes," I managed to speak. "Oh yes." I was more than okay.

Joe smiled down at me, his face next to Barry's, both of them looking down at me. My heart fluttered, I'd actually forgotten about Joe in the heat of feeling Barry's cock enter me. How could I have forgotten him? I felt a sudden surge of excitement as I thought of Joe watching Barry take me. 

"Guess you like Barry's cock then Hayley?"

"Yes," I gasped. "Yes I do."

"You're so fucking tight." Barry's voice was a low growl, sending little tremors through me.

I looked up at his face. "Fuck me Barry," I whispered to him. "Fuck me."

"Jesus Hayley." His voice was a low groan as he started to move inside me, driving his cock into me in long slow strokes that made me feel every inch of him as he moved within me. With every thrust I could feel him moving on me as well as in me, his muscles relaxing and tensing, his butt lifting and plunging, his thighs pushing against mine where was spread for him, his balls gently bouncing against me as his cock eased in and out of me. It was all good. I turned my head slightly, seeing Joe's face, looking at me, watching me as Barry fucked me. He smiled when he saw me looking at him.

"I want to kiss you Hayley," he breathed. "I want to kiss you while Barry fucks you."

I looked at him and opened my mouth a little, waiting. His head moved closer, his lips met mine, his tongue pressed gently into the mouth that I now opened wide for him. I opened as wide for his tongue as my sex was open for Barry's cock.

"Look at me," Joe whispered, "look into my eyes while Barry fucks you."

I looked. Barry fucked. I continued to kiss Joe while Barry's cock thrust into me, each of his long slow penetrations making my body quiver, my eyes widen, my mouth move against Joe's. I moaned into his kiss, a soft "Uggghhh" as each thrust ended in me. I could feel Barry's excitement growing, his movements harder and faster and I wanted it that way. Tearing my mouth from Joe's, I looked up at Barry. "Hard," I gasped, seeing on his face what he wanted, wanting it myself. "Do me hard."

"I don't want to hurt you," he gasped, and I could feel his self-control, the way he was holding himself back, the tension there. More than anything then, I wanted to satisfy him, to give him what he wanted. Me. To take. To fuck. To cum in whenever he wanted.

"Fuck me Barry," I pleaded then. "It's okay ... Fuck me ... fuck me as hard as you like!" I arched upward beneath me, losing myself in my pleasure and trying to take him deeper.

Joe's voice sounded next to me, echoing my words. "Go on, fuck her hard Barry."

I could feel his eyes on me as Barry's cock moved inside in a rhythm that grew slowly faster and harder, easing me towards another climax, a climax that I could feel rising inside me. I couldn't get enough of his cock. I couldn't help the sounds I was making as he fucked me either!

"Ohhhhhh ... Uuuggghhhh ... OOOOHHHHHH ... UUUGHHH!" 

Different thoughts spun through my mind as Barry's cock slid into me, out of me, into me. Again and again! God, Barry fucking me was exciting. I really was doing it with two guys. I wanted it so much. I wanted both of them to fuck me. Barry was fucking me. In front of Joe! Joe was watching me being fucked. The thoughts reverberated around inside my head as Barry's cock pulled back, pausing with just the head of him inside me, then pushing back up inside me. Again and again! Lancing inwards between my widespread thighs! Stretching my labial lips around his girth, penetrating me so deeply. 




Hayley's Party Ch. 05



I looked at Joe again, seeing the same desire and excitement on his face as he watched me. I wanted to ask him if it was exciting to watch Barry fucking me but now Barry really was fucking me hard, fucking me so hard that I couldn't think straight. I could hear myself groaning as his cock plunged into me more and more powerfully, groaning and gasping in a rhythm that matched the sound of his body slapping up hard against my butt and the backs of my thighs.

"UGGGHHHH ... UUUNGHHHHHH ... OOHHH ... HHUUGHHHHH ... OOHHH ... NNNGHHHHH ... UUUGHHHHH ..." 

I could hear myself, hear my voice filling the still of the night. I could hear the wet sounds of my sex as he had me, the steady slapping of his body against mine, the low grunts as his cock slammed into me, his heavy breathing. All a mere accompaniment to his use of my body! I lay beneath him, his body heavy on mine, crushing my small breasts, spreading my legs wide, his hands now pinning mine to the blanket above my head, his rock hard cock driving into me again and again as he had me. As he used me! I wanted him to use me! I wanted him to come! I wanted so much to satisfy him, to feel him finish. I begged him. I pleaded with him, my voice sometimes coherent, sometimes mere sound!

"Yes," I moaned, "Come in me Barry ... come in me... I want it ... I want it."

I did and so, inevitably did he. I knew he was trying to hold back, to keep on fucking me as long as he could but I didn't want that, I wanted him to come. I wanted to feel him cum in me. I wanted to feel him lose control. I wanted to feel his cock spurting out inside me, filling me with his cum. I told him so, gasping my words out as he hammered his cock into my sex.

"I want it Barry ... I want it."

"Fuck Hayley, tell me ... tell me what you want."

"Cum in me ... I want it ... I want you ... finish in me ..."

"Oh yeah ... yeah I want that... oh fuck Hayley ..."

"Give it to me ... Cum in me ... Fuck me fuck me fuck meeeee."

I clamped myself down on his cock, squeezing him with my internal muscles, feeling the added friction within my channel as I clamped down on him, savoring the desperate look on his face, the desire, the need, the loss of control as he realized the inevitable was on him.

"I'm gonna come Hayley," he groaned. I could feel the tension there. I could feel his desperate need as he pounded into me. "I'm gonna come in you Hayley."

"Yes," I gasped, "yes ... ohh yes!"

He slipped one hand under my butt, lifting me to meet his thrusts, delivering those last few orgasmic strokes, pumping into me furiously, driving into me as hard and as deep as he could. One last time he drove hard into me, this time holding himself there. My head arched back as I felt him come. Felt his cock throbbing and pulsing inside me as his semen spurted out within me. A series of jetting spurts that flooded me with his cum. 

Oh God! Oh wow! This was heaven!

I closed my eyes and just went with the moment, feeling him finishing inside me. On and on and on, loving every moment of it! So much cum spurting into me, all inside me, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he emptied himself in me. I squeezed him again, tightening myself on him, enjoying the look on his face as he felt me, doing my best to milk him of every last drop as he groaned out his pleasure. 

Then he was lying still on me. I was breathing hard. He rolled off me, leaving me limp, my body now slick with sweat. Between my thighs I was slick with other fluids. While Barry collapsed beside me, breathing as if he'd just finished a sprint, Joe looked down at me. For a long moment his eyes ran over my naked body, looking at my sex, now so distended, wide open, wet and glistening with my juices and with Barry's cum. Without uttering a word he was over me. His cock slipped into my wide open sex so very easily as I drew my knees back and willingly opened myself to him. 

"Did you like watching Barry fuck me?" I gasped.

Joe grinned. "Oh fuck yeah Hayley, that was so sexy." His voice sent little shivers up and down my spine. "You're so fucking hot."

"Am I?"

God, he'd eased the head of his cock inside me but he wasn't moving any deeper. I could feel my inner lips clamped on his shaft just behind the glans, he was drawing back, pulling me with him, then easing in a little, teasing me. I crossed my ankles behind his back and pulled myself onto him as far as I could.

"Ohhhhhh." Half his cock was inside me. My ankles dropped away.

"In me," I gasped, "I want all of you in meeeuuuUUGHHHHH!"

He pushed hard and he was. All the way inside me in a fast and very wet-sounding slide. FUCK! It felt so good. I felt so wet and slippery, which was hardly surprising, given that Barry had just cum in me! Copiously! 

"UUGGGGHHH," I gasped again.

He held himself still inside me, his cock buried in me. God he was so big and hard. I wanted to scream and cry out and feel him move inside me and surrender myself and move beneath him but instead I just lay quiescent beneath him. I was helpless jelly, waiting to be taken, waiting to be fucked. Feeling his cock throb inside me!

"Can I fuck you now Hayley?" His voice teased me. He knew what I wanted. He knew I wasn't going to say no.

"Do whatever you want to me Joe," I gasped. "You know you can."

He chuckled, his laughter echoing through my body. "I do Hayley, I do know that." His eyes bored into mine. "Do you?"

I looked up at him, at his face above me, looking down at me as I lay beneath him, my legs spread wide, his cock buried inside me. I didn't say anything. He smiled anyway. In that moment, both of us knew he was right.

"Did you like me watching you while Barry fucked you?" His voice was a whisper in my ear.

I had. I couldn't say it though. Doing it was okay, admitting it would be too embarrassing, to shameful. I mean, I was supposed to be a good Chinese girl. Sex with my boyfriend was okay if we were going to eventually get engaged, if it was that serious. I'd thought it was with Steve, but then I'd let Joe fuck me. Joe and Steve. Now, tonight, I'd not only let Steve fuck me, I'd left him and now I was letting Barry and Joe fuck me. I loved it. I'd loved Barry fucking me while Joe watched us. I couldn't say that to Joe. I couldn't admit that I wasn't a good Chinese girl. This thing with Joe and Barry, this was something I would only do this once.

Joe moved inside me, the sounds of his movement inside my wet sex clearly audible. I moaned with the sheer pleasure of feeling him in me. Of hearing him move in me.

"Tell me Hayley." His voice teased me as he slid one hand under my butt and lifted me a little, his cock penetrating a little deeper so that I gasped. So far inside me. So big and hard in me. I tried to draw my knees back further, tried to open myself more to him.

"Tell me Hayley," he purred, looking into my eyes, kissed me gently.

"Yes," I whispered at last, ashamed at my admission. Ashamed and excited.

"Yes what?"

Oh god, this wasn't just exposing my body, this was exposing my soul. "Yes I liked you watching me while Barry fucked me," I blurted out, my face on fire. My body on fire. I ran my hands down his ribs, down to rest on his hips where he was moving, gently rocking into me.

He nibbled on my ear, his voice still a whisper. "Do you want Barry to watch me fuck you?"

He suddenly lifted his butt, his cock easing out of me, then rammed hard back into me. My whole body juddered under the impact of that thrust.

"NNUUUGHHHH."

"Do you Hayley?" He held himself still. Did I? I couldn't think straight. I had no idea. He was moving gently now, huge and thick and hard inside me so that I could feel every contour of him. He moved again, hard, again and again, the grinding of his body against mine sending thick hot waves of pleasure rolling uncontrollably through me.

"Do you want Barry to watch me fuck you?" He asked me again. Just the thought made me moan softly. Yes, yes I wanted him to watch me. I wanted to be watched as Joe fucked me.

"If you want him too," I gasped. 

"Barry." Joe spoke without taking his eyes from mine.

"Yeah." Barry turned onto his side, lifted himself onto one elbow to look down at me.

"Hayley wants you to watch her being fucked."

I opened my mouth to say that wasn't what I said but really, it didn't matter. All I could do was moan as Joe pushed hard into me, his pelvis crushing forcefully up against my sensitive pubic mound, crushing my labial lips, his arms moving to slide behind my knees, forcing my legs back even further so that my ankles were somewhere above his shoulder blades. A random thought occurred to me, that all that Tae Kwon Do stretching had some other applications. Joe moved and now my ankles were pinned under his shoulders as he pushed even deeper into me and I forgot all about thinking.

I could feel the tip of him inside me, pushing against my cervix, impossibly long and hard and huge. 

"Hhhhhnnghhhh." I could hear myself whimpering. "Gggnngggaaahhhh ... nnnuughhhhh." 

Joe grinned sideways at Barry. "Guess Hayley likes it huh."

He raised himself up on extended arms, my ankles still pinned by his shoulders. I groaned helplessly, seeing his body joined to mine for the first time, seeing my labial lips stretched around his girth. For the first time I realized just how big he was compared to me. Before, I'd only felt him, only felt his cock, only felt Steve's cock, only felt Barry's cock for that matter. I'd felt them going into me and fucking me but I hadn't seen them, not seen them going into me. Now, positioned as I was, my hips raised, only my shoulders touching the ground, I could see. The sight made me tremble and wonder how my sex could possibly accommodate something so large and thick, almost as thick as my wrist, filling almost the entire gap between my inner thighs.

Joe was looking at me, smiling, as I looked at myself. "Isn't she sexy Barry?"

I saw Barry's hand reach out over me, stroke my belly, slide down and stroke my labia around Joe's cock.

"Ohhhhh Jeeeesus." I shivered and shook as his finger stroked me, "Jesus Barry ... Oh fuck Joe ... Barry ... fuck me ... ohhhhhh jesus!"

I was babbling. Joe took pity on me. Suddenly my legs were freed. My body once more was pressed into the ground under Joe's weight. My feet kicked towards the sky as his cock plunged into me again and again, lancing inwards between my widespread thighs, penetrating me deeply, hammering me down into the ground with each thrust. Irresistibly. Again and again. His cock seemed to drag sobs and groans and cries from me as his shaft slid backwards and forwards within me. 

"UGGGHHHH..."

"UUUNGHHHHHH..."

"HHUUGHHHHH..."

"NNNGHHHHH..."

"UUUGHHHHH..."

Joe's weight crushed me, one hand slid under my butt, lifted me, held me as my thighs cradled him, as he possessed me. As he took me! As he fucked me! My excitement grew, washing away any residual shame and embarrassment at Barry watching me. Suddenly it was easy to look up at Joe and encourage him with my body and my hands as he rode me. He smiled down at me.

"Fuck Hayley, your little cunt's so fucking tight."

Oh god, that word! 

His voice lashed out at me lasciviously, his words filling my mind the way his cock was filling my sex. His hard cock plunged into me wetly again and again, his hands holding me, guiding me as my body arched beneath his, my feet kicking upwards at the stars, my sobs and cries filling the night.

"I love fucking your tight little cunt Hayley... tell me you like it..."

"I do ... I do ... fuck me Joe...fuck me," I begged him, ""fuck me ... use me ... use my cunt." 

I'd never dreamed of saying such things before, now they simply emerged from my mouth without conscious thought, my lips forming them of their own accord so that I heard myself as if it was someone else. 

It was strangely easy to adjust to a different cock inside me, moving in and out of me, pumping into me. Joe's cock felt different to Barry's but I loved it just as much as it plunged into me again and again. This wasn't like three weeks ago, where I'd been fearful and embarrassed and ashamed and excited. Now, tonight, I knew what it was like to be fucked. I wanted it and I was excited without the fear and the shame and the embarrassment. I reveled in what was happening to me, enjoying every moment. Enjoying Barry watching me as Joe had watched me before. Enjoying the feel of Joe's body on mine, the feel of his cock inside me, the wet sounds of my sex as Joe had me, the hot spasming of my sex as his cock filled me relentlessly again and again and again.

It wasn't just Joe fucking me. I loved the idea of how I must look to Barry as Joe had me. I turned my head to look at him, to see him watching me, to see his smile as his eyes met mine. I saw the expression on his face, the excitement, the interest. Almost, I saw myself through his eyes. On my back, face flushed, mouth a rounded "o" as I panted like a bitch in heat, eyes wide, my body beneath Joe's as he had me hard, his cock pumping into me. I knew what I looked like. Beautifully obscene. Barry smiled at me. I felt his hand take mine. Take it and place it on his cock. He was hard again. From watching me! The feel of him in my hand as Joe pumped his cock into me was too much!

The pleasure I was feeling, the enjoyment, rose inside me in a wave that crested higher and higher and higher still until my orgasm broke over me like a tidal wave, drowning me in a mindless ecstasy that made me scream out loud, my body helpless under Joe's relentless taking of me. I cried out again as I came down from my orgasm and felt Joe's cock, throbbing and pulsing within me, jetting that first hot flood of semen inside me.

"NNNUUUGGGHHHHH ..."

"HHHUUUNNHHHH ..."

"UUUGGGHHHHH ..."

"HHHHUUGHHHHHH..."

I could hear myself groaning in time with each explosive eruption inside me. I could feel Joe flooding me with copious amounts of thickly sperm-laden semen, spurt after spurt blasting out to fill me to overflowing. Each of those spurts inside me brought with them that "oh fuck" realization that once again I'd screwed up with the condom thing, I was completely unprotected and I was full of Barry and Joe's semen. A feeling which wasn't made any better when I felt Joe's movements in me slowing and then ceasing. Which in no way meant I didn't like it! I loved it!

I loved what happened next to.

I looked at Barry. My hand was still holding his cock. He was hard. Joe gave one last thrust into me and stopped. I gasped and stroked Barry. He smiled. My eyes widened. His smile grew. I heard a slap as he rapped Joe's butt.

"Get off her you lazy bastard," he grinned at me but spoke to Joe. "Let a real man get to work."

"Fucking greedy bastard," Joe grunted in my ear. I gasped as he lifted himself from me, withdrawing from me, rolling over to lie on his back beside me breathing hard.

"Get on your hands and knees Hayley," Barry told me. 

I rolled over, moved into a kneeling position, blushing a fiery red as I felt a flooding wetness running down my inner thighs. A second later, Barry's hands gripped my hips and his cock plunged wetly into me. Very wetly. I cried out at the impact but I was so wet and open that he slid into me easily. The sensation of being completely filled radiated through my body, making me gasp with the pleasure of it, my body burning with hot excitement. He didn't wait. He didn't pause.

As soon as he was hilted inside me he began to fuck me, pounding his cock into me, hard, just like my body wanted him too. His hands gripped my hips, holding me, pulling me back onto him as his cock drove into me, each stroke making my body vibrate, making me cry out. Beside me, Joe rolled over to look up at me, smiling as he watched my body shuddering under the impact of Barry's taking. One of his hands reached out to caress my breasts, playing with my nipples, tugging at them, squeezing them, running over my body.

I looked at Joe blindly as Barry had me. Then I couldn't look at all as my arms collapsed. I held myself up on my forearms, my forehead resting on my clenched fists as Barry's cock continued to pump wetly into me. Joe's hand moved under me, pressing up against my belly, stroking me as Barry's cock took me again and again, massaging me deeply

"Feeling good Hayley?" Barry asked me.

"Very," I moaned. God, being impaled on Barry's cock like this felt delicious, my body seemed to be wide open to him, letting him slide all the way into me each time. This was everything I'd wanted. Again! 

"I want to fuck you hard Hayley?" Barry was gasping now. I could feel his rising excitement. I wanted it! I wanted to give him what he wanted. Anything he wanted!

"Fuck me," I gasped, "fuck me hard." He did. Short, hard thrusts that I could feel all the way down to the tips of my fingers and my toes, jolting my body as he thrust deep.

"Uuughhh ... nnnuuughhh ... uunnnhh!"

All I wanted was to give him what he wanted and have him keep doing it to me. I couldn't think of anything else. Nothing matter except what he was doing to me and what I felt. 

"Harder," I moaned.

He did as I asked. I was beginning to feel like his cock might split me in half as he smacked up against my ass. Hard. Again and again and again, the pleasure numbing my brain to everything else, my sobs and gasps and the wet sounds of my sex being pounded by his cock filling the night. One of his hands slid from my hips to reach around my thigh and under me, between my legs, his fingertips touching and stroking where I needed to be touched most. That was all I needed.

"YesyesyesyesyesYES!"

His fingers brushed my clitoris, sending me moaning into an orgasm so intense that my body seemed to jolt from the impact, surges of pleasure that electrified me with their intensity. I could hear myself sobbing as I orgasmed while Barry thrust hard into me and came in me and I took everything he had to give me, groaning with the pleasure of his release. I could feel him, feel the hot liquid spurts of his cum inside my body, flooding me, filling me, pulsating spurt after pulsating spurt as I collapsed forward onto the blanket, Barry still riding me hard as we collapsed together, his breath hot against the back of my head as his weight crushed me into the blanket.

We stayed together in a heap for a long time, until Barry's cock slipped wetly from me and he rolled off me to lie on his back. Joe's hand stroked my back gently.

"Hey," he whispered near my ear, "are you okay Haley?

I turned my head to look at him, rolled over onto my back and into his arms. "Uhh," I said, "Uuuuh, I'm okay... I think..." I smiled at him. "I feel a bit fucked though." I did. Very! I liked it.

He looked anxious. I smiled. "In a good way... a very good way."

I did. I felt really good. Sore but satisfied. I smiled, as much for myself as for Joe.

Barry stirred beside us. "We better get you home soon Hayley."

I really didn't want to move. I wanted to stay here with them for the rest of the night and then have them fuck me again as dawn broke. But I guess not. Some other time maybe.

"Yeah, I guess." I must have sounded reluctant. They both laughed.

"Were we that good Haley?" It was Joe asking.

I smiled. "You were both that good," I said. I kissed him, then turned to Barry and kissed him. "Thank you, thank both of you." I smiled again. "I'm so over Steve now."

"Already?" Barry sounded startled.

I giggled. "Already." I was, I knew. Somehow, everything that had happened tonight had worked out for the best. Steve just didn't seem that important. Not anymore. 

I looked at Barry, then at Joe. They looked at me, then at each other. "Maybe next time we can spend the night together." Joe grinned at me.

I laughed and shook my head. "Jesus Joe, you were right about that girl last time." I giggled. "She could barely walk for a week. You two guys, you'd fuck me half to death if we spent all night together."




Hayley's Party Ch. 05



Joe threw his head back and laughed. "Yeah? And where's the problem with that?"

I shook my head. "I'm the one that's walking bowlegged afterwards, not you. Anyways guys, this was just a one off, so don't expect a repeat, okay? I really enjoyed you both tonight and everything, but I'm not your little toy to play with, okay!"

They looked at each other, then at me, nodding. 

"Okay Hayley."

"You got it Hayley."

Of course, I didn't believe either of them. I doubt they believed me either. I wasn't sure that I believed me for that matter. Whatever! I'd worry about that particular bridge when it was time to cross it. Joe changed the subject.

"Want a quick swim before we go?"

He was right. I was coated with sweat, semen, my own juices, saliva and a residue of Jack Daniels. Not what my parents would expect their daughter to come home smelling of. I nodded.

"Good idea." The cold water would help with the bruises too. I knew I was going to have a few in the morning. I groaned as we stood up, wrinkling my nose as I felt a rush of cum down my thighs. Yeeech! Barry and Joe walked on either side of me, holding my hands as we walked into the river. We didn't go far, just far enough that we could sink into the water and submerge ourselves. I sighed with relief as the ice cold water laved my rather abused sex. God that felt so good. Cold! But good! I looked from Barry to Joe, then smiled as they both began washing me down with their hands. I was washing them as well, giggling when I discovered how very small they were in the glacial cold of the river water. But Jesus, it really was cold. 

I looked at them. "Let's get out. Please." My teeth were starting to chatter. I felt clean though. And the cold water took away some of the aching. We stood. Barry held out his arms. I smiled, letting him carry me back to the blanket where he dried me with Joe's t-shirt. That was so nice of him. We both seemed to enjoy it. I retrieved my panties and bra from my jacket and dressed, found my socks and boots, climbed into the cab. We drove off slowly, bouncing back to the side road and then towards my home. 

I checked the dashboard clock as Joe pulled up the truck outside my parents. Halle-fucking-lujah! I'd been fucked by Steve, then dumped him, put six Somali's into the Emergency Room, then been fucked by Joe and Barry. It'd been quite a night and on top of all of that I was going to be home with ten minutes to spare before my curfew was up. Joe gave me a quick kiss in the cab but it was Barry that walked me to the door.

"Uhhh, Hayley," he said as I turned towards him. 

I knew what he was going to ask. "I've already got a date for next Friday night," I told him, sliding my arms around his neck. I kissed him as he opened his mouth. I knew what he was going to ask next as well. As soon as my mouth lifted from his, I said "And next Saturday night too." I was thinking of Mark when I said that. "So before you ask, how about the weekend after next, Saturday." 

Let's see if he was really serious. "Just you, no Joe, no other friends, just you, okay. You can take me for a drive somewhere Saturday afternoon." I grinned. "Maybe a swim."

"Love too," he smiled down at me. Then he kissed me again, slowly and very very thoroughly. 

"Great," I smiled. "But just a date, right, I'm not ready for another boyfriend right now."

"Just a date." He smiled down at me, his arms holding me. I rested my head against his shoulder, feeling happy and secure. "How about we make that dates, not date?"

I looked at him. "What about Joe? You don't mind? I don't want any jealous boyfriend crap. Not right now."

He shrugged. "Hey Hayley, I really like you, let's just see how things work out."

"Works for me Barry," I said without moving. It felt good having him hold me. One of his hands stroked my hair gently and I liked that even more. We stayed like that for a long time. Did Barry really like me? Or was I just a good fuck? It didn't really matter right then but I guessed I'd find out eventually. After another minute in his arms I stirred and smiled up at him.

"Good night Barry, and thanks for being such a good friend." I kissed him lightly.

"Night Hayley, see you in a couple of weeks." He released me, not leaving until I was inside the front door. I liked that too. I smiled one last time before I moved to shut the door.

"See you." He grinned and half-waved as he turned to walk back to Joe's truck.

Mom was watching a movie on TV with my Dad when I walked in the front door. "How was your date with Steve?" she called out. She sounded a bit ... strained?

"We talked tonight. I'm taking a bit of a timeout from Steve. If he calls, I'm not home, okay." I said, carefully controlling my voice.

"Oh, that's nice dear." Mom sounded pleased. Huh? I thought she liked Steve.

"It is?" I must have sounded puzzled. What was this with Steve and my Mom all of a sudden? She'd never said she disapproved of him.

"Well, your Dad and I were a bit worried." She looked at me. "Steve called a little while ago asking for you, he sounded like he'd been drinking. He wouldn't leave a message. We were starting to get a bit worried."

"He had been drinking," I said. "I got a ride home with Joe and Barry." I shrugged. "If Steve calls I'm not home." Strangely, I didn't feel too upset about that. 

"No problem." Mom looked even happier.

I smiled. Thanks Mom. "Are we going for dim sum after Mass tomorrow morning?"

"We can if you want to honey." My Dad answered that one. He loved dim sum. Somehow he always stayed skinny. From the amount of dim sum he ate, he should have been the size of a baby hippo. My Mom was the same. When I eyed some of the mammoth's I saw wandering around town, and at school for that matter, I was glad I'd inherited my metabolism from my parents.

"That'd be wonderful Dad."

"Sure. You bringing Claire along?" 

My Mom laughed. "You shouldn't encourage that girl, Eagle." She winked at me, then laughed at my expression. Mom! For goodness sake! She seemed to get a kick out of my Dad perving over my best friend's tits. And yeah, my Dad's first name was Eagle. I never understood that one, he'd picked it himself when he wanted an English name. "I liked it," he'd told me once when I asked him about why he had such a strange first name. Eagle Chu. I still thought it sounded like some weird kind of pet food but I never told him that.

I giggled. "No, no friends tomorrow."

My Dad just looked at me. His eyes seemed to bore into me, searching out the dark and hidden secrets of my soul. He nodded, his eyes still linked to mine. "We're always here for you kitten. Just remember that," he said.

"Thanks Dad." My eyes were wet. Probably from my wet hair. I sniffled.

"Goodnight Mom, goodnight Dad. See you in the morning."

"Goodnight Hayley, sleep well." Mom's attention was back on the movie.

Dad smiled at me. I smiled back, grateful that he didn't ask any questions. I realized I was exhausted as I turned to climb the stairs. Tonight had been a hell of a night, not at all what I'd expected when I walked out the door. I thought briefly about Barry and smiled. Right now, I could feel Joe and Barry's cum slowly filling my panties. I could also feel a lot of aches in places I'd only every ached in once before. I just knew I was going to have a weird new collection of bruises in the morning as well. All of that aside, right now all I wanted was a hot shower, some clean panties, a clean t-shirt and a sound night's sleep. 

I was so very definitely having a down day tomorrow. After a quick run to the Pharmacy of course! Grrrr! I had condoms in my pocket, I'd remembered with Steve. Why couldn't I remember with Joe and Barry when it had counted? I hoped Steve wasn't going to be a problem. I was still going to have to tell him we were over though. 

Sometime.

"Hey, I forgot to tell you," my Dad called out when I was half way up the stairs. "UPS delivered your new Laptop to the office this afternoon. I brought it home for you to setup tomorrow... Well, today I guess."

"Thanks Dad."

I wasn't good with computers. I guess I could forget the down day.