1 comments/ 22278 views/ 1 favorites First Day of the Rest of My Life By: PamperedLinny Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Or at least that's what I have told myself every day for the past six months. I really want to be different from what I am. I am a not so tiny woman who knows who she is and what she wants... or at least that's what I let people believe. What I really want is different. What I really want is something fantastic. I look at myself in the mirror before leaving my apartment for the day and wonder when I'll actually believe that today is the first day of the rest of my life. When will I really go out and take charge? All these thoughts were mingling in my mind when I left that morning. It was quiet outside and still early as I walked down the street to the coffee shop. The guy behind the counter was the same one as always. Kind of cute in a geeky kind of way... but I actually like them that way. So I smiled and winked at him while he made my latte. When he gave me the coffee the collar had something written on it so as I walked out I tried to read it without burning my fingers. He had written his name, which was Dan, and his phone number. My confidence lifted a bit as I continued down the street to the building I worked in. It was really nice working about five blocks from home. You never had to worry about going home when you were sick or how to drive in the snow. A bit of a hike in that same snow but that was the worst of it. I went up to my office and considered the phone number on my cup. Did he really mean for me to call him? I mean, I thought he was pretty adorable. I gave up around noon. I closed the door to my office and told my assistant that I would be unavailable for a little while. I then went ahead and called the number from the cup. A deep voice I didn't really recognize answered. I asked to speak w/ Dan and was asked to hold for a moment. Then the voice I knew came onto the phone. "Hello," said the familiar voice. "Hi. This is Ariel. You had put this number on my coffee this morning." I sounded more uncertain than I'd planned but thought maybe I could use that to my advantage. "Yeah," he sounded excited. "I was hoping maybe you would have lunch with me." Now I actually did have things to do at my office that day. He wasn't the only call I was supposed to be making while my office door was closed and my assistant standing guard. "I can't today. I have to work through lunch. But I'd like to try later in the week if you're sure you want to." He paused for a minute before heaving a big sigh. "Here's the thing..." I always worry when men say that to me... "This other guy I work with bet me $50 that I couldn't get a date within a 24 hour period without bribing the woman, especially since I've been talking about you coming in each morning for a while. He'd really never believe it. Can we bring you lunch at work?" He sounded really embarrassed and I didn't want to let him down if there was a bet in place. I'm the only girl in a family of boys. I understand the whole pride and honor thing. "How about you come to the building on the corner or 1st Avenue and Cathedral Street in about an hour? I can't promise a date or even lunch. But maybe we can sit and talk for a little while and see what comes of that. I can give you 20 minutes. Is that enough for your bet?" The whoop from the other end of the phone seemed to be a yes. After telling him what to tell the front desk attendant and informing my assistant of my "meeting" I got down to business and didn't even notice the passing of time. I was making some decent headway and was on the phone with one of my partners when my assistant poked her head in the door. She looked a bit concerned but told me that my "appointment" was here and was I ready for them. I waived them in and held up my finger to say just a minute. I didn't really look up until I hung up the phone. Dan was still in his coffee house get up and his friend was a built man wearing a cliqued mesh top and tight fitting jeans. Now I could understand why my assistant had such an odd look on her face. This sort of man didn't usually make his way through the halls of corporate America. Just seeing the two of them there made me blush a little. "Um... sit down... um," I sort of stuttered out. Dan looked at his friend but didn't say anything at first. Then his friend cleared his throat. "I'm Randy," said the deep voice I'd heard on the phone earlier. "Sorry to barge in on you like this. But, a deal was a deal and I had to see this beautiful woman for myself." He didn't sound the least bit sorry. However, he did seem sincere when he said beautiful. I looked back between them and they were both just staring at me. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and asked what they were looking at. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and asked what they were looking at. They both looked at each other and then got up and walked toward my desk where I was still sitting. I was really afraid for a second and almost screamed for help, but something about the look in their eyes stopped me. I'm still not sure why but I thought for sure that they wouldn't hurt me. When they reached my side of the desk Dan reached out his hand to help me stand. Randy pushed my chair away from the desk and put his hands on the back of my neck. Dan starting kissing me and I feel into the kiss. I hadn't even known this man's name before this morning but all I could think was "carpe diem" and let him have his way. His hands fisted in my hair and I felt Randy reach around me and start to lift my skirt up over my knees and thighs. I was feeling so much going on that I became a wild woman. I threw my arms around Dan and began running my hands and fingers all over him. Then I realized that Randy was removing my panties and pulled me away from Dan. He pushed me so that I was sitting on my desk. My now bare legs spread wide and my arms trapped by my jacket that had fallen down to my elbows when I hit the desk. They both leered at my as they began to strip. I had never felt so glorious in all my life. The geeky coffee guy was actually not so geeky without his glasses and with his pants pooling at the floor. Instead he was a hottie in disguise. And of course his well muscled friend was amazing w/o his jeans in place. Dan fell to the floor in front of me and Randy began opening my blouse and kneading my breasts. With both of their mouths on me I felt a heat I'd never felt before. I came hard and felt myself flowing all over Dan's mouth as he fed on me. Randy kissed me and swallowed my scream. As I began to recover Randy moved to the other side of the desk and Dan stood up in front of me. Both of them were hard and ready to go. I laid myself over the desk so that I could put my mount on the man behind me. He was long and thick and I wished for a moment that he was the one entering me. But then as my mouth closed over him I felt Dan, unassuming, sweet Dan, enter me. He was longer than I'd imagined and I could feel my body pulse with each thrust he made. I closed my eyes and let myself float on the tide that flowed over my body. I could feel someone's hands on me. I wasn't even sure who they belonged to or if they belonged to both of the men pounding my body. I felt my body begin to tighten and had to let go of Randy in fear of biting down on him. I heard him groan but saw him begin to pump himself with his hand. I looked up to see Dan on the brink of filling me and let myself go over the edge. As I came I felt him let go and only a moment later I felt the hot cum from Randy splay over my face and chest. The hot, sticky cum made my body jerk again in pleasure. They put themselves back together and each kissed me before leaving my office. Dan whispered that all my lattes in the future would be on the house. I watched them go and buzzed my assistant to cancel all my meetings and calls for the rest of the day. After I put myself back in some semblance of order I decided that today was the first day of the rest of my life. And that I would need to have this type of lunch more often. First Day of the Rest of My Life "What the...??!" The sunlight streaming through the windshield of my car had woken me up. I was sprawled out in the driver's seat of my car, the seat back fully reclined. I lifted my seat and looked around. How did I get here? And why do I have such an awful headache? My head was pounding. In a complete panic, I searched for and found my purse. My phone, cash and credit cards were intact. Whew! I also found a bottle of Advil. Wow, I thought to myself, I don't usually carry the whole bottle. I opened the top and swallowed 3 tablets dry. I couldn't bother to wait for water. I looked around the car for a minute. My dress was all disheveled, covered in hard white stains. It was held closed by only three buttons that weren't even in the right buttonholes. My high heels caked with dirt were on the seat next to me. I then felt squishiness inside me and realized I wasn't wearing any panties. Where were my panties... my fucking panties??? I searched the car for a few minutes and found them tucked into the crack between my seat and the shifter console. I held them up. They were covered in white stains and the crotch had been torn out. Fuck, those were brand new! I flipped down the visor and looked in the vanity mirror. My makeup was smeared nearly completely off. My face was covered in dry, white streaks. And I could feel more in my hair. I looked down and saw that the top of my dress was just covered in stains. What a mess! I needed to get my bearings. I saw a McDonald's down the street, so I threw on my big sunglasses, started the car and headed to the drive-thru. It hurt my head just to hear the voice through the intercom, "Would you like to try a value breakfast today?" The thought of a greasy breakfast sandwich turned my stomach. "No thanks, just a bottled water and a large coffee." "Would you like a Frappe?" I could barely suffer through the conversation with this stupid metal box. "No. Coffee. Large. Black. And a bottled water." I pulled around, picked up my order and pulled into a spot. I needed to figure out what the hell happened and fast. I chugged the bottled water, knowing that the dehydration wasn't helping my headache and the Advil wasn't doing a thing to help, yet. I opened the lid of the coffee and took a long sip. The caffeine began to cut through the fog in my head. I started to remember yesterday. Yesterday sucked. I had gone to the County Courthouse to finalize my divorce. The divorce settlement was done and child support and custody were taken care of, but I still needed the final decree. My lawyer had gone over the questions that the judge would ask, but I was still nervous. Name. Address. Minor children? All easy. Is the marriage irretrievably broken. Fuck, yes. Did I want my maiden name back? Yes. And with that I became Lindsey Greene again. Good bye to Lindsey Mann. Goodbye to Mrs. Jeffrey Mann. Goodbye to almost 12 years. Hello to being a divorcee. As we walked out of the courthouse, my lawyer tried to cheer me up, "Lindsey, smile. It's the first day of the rest of your life." I smiled back weakly. I went home after court and put on my biggest, baggiest sweatshirt and shorts and crawled into bed. I was glad that my mom offered to pick up Gwen and Nicole from elementary school and keep them for the night. I just wanted to be left alone, a quiet night with my TV and some Ben & Jerry's. I laughed. How cliché. Around 6:30, I was flipping through the channels, when my doorbell rang. I tried to ignore it, figuring that whoever was out there would go away. But the doorbell rang and rang again. Shit, this person was persistent. I got out of bed and stomped my way to the door, ready to tear some delivery guy or kid peddling some fundraiser a new asshole. It was Laurel. I opened the door and let her in. Laurel is one of my best friends. She's 41 years old and carries an extra 25 pounds that she blames on her husband and three sons. Brassy and loud, Laurel is a total firecracker. "Get dressed," she cackled. "We're going out." I sighed, "Thanks, Laurel, but not tonight. I'm drained. I'm too tired to go out" I turned to walk back into the bedroom. "Shut the fuck up and get dressed!" Laurel was not to be dissuaded. "You get dressed and I'll take care of your tiredness." I watched as she removed the silver tea set from the tray that decorated my dining room table. "What are you doing with my grandmother's tea set, Laurel?," I asked. "Setting high tea for the Queen. Seriously, I'm getting you ready to go. After all, this is the first day of the rest of your life," she laughed, removing a small vial from her purse and pouring a bit of fine white powder onto the tray. "Now, go on. And wear something sexy" I knew I had no chance of getting her to stop, so I turned and went into the bedroom to find clothes. I slipped on a new pair of black lace panties and matching bra and had just decided on a simple black and white dress from J. Crew when I heard Laurel behind me. "Just so you know, I fucking hate you." I could feel the sarcasm in her voice. "Huh?" "You're 36 years old. Free from that piece of shit ex of yours. Two beautiful little girls. And the perfect body. Boy, I don't understand Jeff at all. If I were a guy married to you, I'd keep you chained to the radiator and fuck the shit out of you everyday." "Thanks... I guess. I'll keep that in mind if you ever get a sex change. Besides, forget Jeff. He was the only guy I ever met that was afraid of blow jobs. Like I might gag on his three-inch cock and bite it off," I laughed. "Do we really have to go out? I so am not in the mood." "C'mon, let me take care of those blues." Laurel led me out to the dining room table. On the silver tray that had held my tea set were four even lines of white powder. "Remember, it's the first d..." I cut her off, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. The first day of the rest of my life." Looking at the tray, I gasped, "Cocaine, Laurel? Seriously? You're like PTA Mom of the Year." She chuckled, "Unlike you, I still have my needle-dick husband. And I've got three boys who all belong in reform school. With that much testosterone in my house, I'll take whatever help I can get. Besides, how the fuck do you think I made seven dozen Snickerdoodle cookies for the bake sale last fall? Those things were a product of Bolivia, baby." She handed me a rolled $100 bill. "You first. We each get two lines." I leaned down an inhaled the first line. The tip of my nose went numb instantly and I let out a little cough. "Eww, I can taste the bitterness going down my throat," I complained. "Like you've never had anything bitter running down your throat," Laurel retorted. "Fuck you," I laughed. "Hurry up, it's my turn and I've got to finish getting ready or we will never get out of this house." Laurel took her line and handed the bill to me. Better prepared for the rush, I inhaled deeply, making sure that I cleaned my line completely. Wow, I was feeling better already. I finished dressing and fixing my hair and makeup. I slipped into these gorgeous black high strappy sandals, checked my face one last time in the hallway mirror and said to Laurel, "All set. Let's roll." "Fine," she said. "I'm driving." "Why don't I take my own car? Just in case, I'm a total buzzkill." "OK." I followed Laurel across town, away from the suburban gated communities, and to the restaurant district. We valet parked in front of Brasserie 305, the hottest new fusion restaurant in town. Inside we met Stacy, Karen and Jenn, friends from the neighborhood, sipping very pink cocktails. So "Sex and the City" of them. "Happy Divorce!!!!," they all squealed. Stacy let us know that the table would be ready in 20 minutes. Laurel and I made our way to the bar. "Feeling better?," she asked. I knew she was the one who coordinated the Ladies' Night. I smiled, "Thanks. Still a little tired, but much, much better. That stuff is awesome." She smiled back. "That shit is for emergencies only, Sweetie. Tim doesn't make enough for that to be a habit. But I got the perfect thing for you, and it is not one of those Carrie Bradshaw Cosmo-pussy-tinis that those bitches are drinking." She turned and spoke to the bartender who returned with a tall glass of an amber drink with ice. Laurel handed me the glass and took her own glass of wine. "What is this?," I asked as we walked back to the group. "Absolut and Red Bull. A double. Now, shut up and drink." I took a first gulp. "Ewww, that shit is nasty." "Don't worry, it gets better." Laurel was right, the drink got better. A lot better. And even better on my second, third or fourth glass. The dinner was a blast. The food was excellent. We took turns between flirting with the handsome waiters and bashing the lousy men in our lives. Now, fueled with two lines of coke and the equivalent of a four-pack of Red Bull, I was awake and raring to go. But as the night went on, the group got smaller and smaller as the women had to return home to their husbands and families. By eleven-thirty, it was just Laurel and me. Then her phone went off. Tim was texting her, reminding her that the boys all had lacrosse games the next morning. "Fuck!," she moaned. "I need to leave. I forgot that we were going to be at the park all day for the boys' lacrosse games. Let's go." "Hmmm, maybe I'll stay for one more drink." "No way, sister. I am not leaving you. I don't want you to end up gang raped on a pool table like Jodie Foster in that movie, whatsitcalled... not on my conscience." "Pinball machine...," I replied. "Pinball machine..." "What?" I leaned over and told her, "Jodie Foster was raped on a pinball machine and the movie was called 'The Accused.' And I don't see any pinball machines around here...." "Pinball machines... pool tables... Who gives a fuck??! You're leaving." "OK. OK. OK." And we made our way to the valet stand. Laurel pulled out and then I did. As we approached traffic light at Atlantic Boulevard, I watched Laurel speed through the yellow light. I stopped at the red light. Bye Laurel, I thought. I continued to head towards home. As I got closer, I decided to stop in a 7-Eleven store for a pack of cigarettes. I hadn't smoked since I was 16, and even then only a handful of times. But, man, a cigarette would be perfect. And who will complain? Jeff? Fuck him. He cannot tell me what to do anymore. I bought a pack of Marlboro Lights. As I tapped the box, I looked down toward the end of the strip mall. I saw a flashy red neon sign a couple of doors down, "Tricky Dick's Tavern" I thought to myself, I've lived here for 13 years and passed this place a million times, but I never went in. I had heard that it was an off-duty hang out for firefighters and EMTs. A bunch of pick up trucks with firefighter medallions on the license plates confirmed the rumors. Feeling bold, I walked into the bar. Tricky Dick's wasn't really a biker bar or a dive. It was just a neighborhood bar. Clean with lots of neon beer signs. I took a seat at the bar. I looked around and laughed to myself. No Cosmo-pussy-tinis, as Laurel would say, in here. Everyone was sipping beer, so I ordered a Coors Light. It was nice and cold. A Coors Light and a cigarette. I felt like I was being a bad girl in high school, again. A pretty blonde girl slid in next to me. "Hi. You waiting for someone?," she asked. "No. Not really. Just got my divorce final today and figured I would celebrate with a drink." "Perfect!," she smiled. "Then you can join us. I'm sick of being the only one with boobs at the table. By the way, I'm Becky." Becky led me back to the corner booth. She introduced me to her boyfriend, Scott, a handsome, young firefighter. Also at the table were Jimmy, an older guy with a bad porno moustache, who I later found out was the department supervisor; Dale, an EMT; and Matty, a baby-faced, young fireman, fresh out of college. I slid into the booth between Jimmy and Dale. They all were really nice. We talked about my divorce and my ex for a couple of minutes, until Jimmy said "Forget him. And I've got the perfect way to do that." Jimmy jumped from the table and headed to the bar. He returned with six shot glasses filled with a dark reddish-brown liquid and announced, "No better way to forget than with some Jagermeister." The group all groaned. Jimmy announced a toast, "To the first day of the rest of your life!" One shot became two, then, then three, four, five and six in rapid succession. At some point, Becky and Scott said goodbye, with Becky warning them to take good care of me. It was after three in the morning, but I was still going strong. To its credit, Tricky Dick's was also going strong, too. I like this place, I thought to myself. After a few more minutes, Jimmy, Dale and Matty traded knowing glances. "What's going on?," I asked, sensing that they were all in on something. Jimmy responded for the group, "Nothing. We were just wondering how long it takes you gals for 'it' to come back..." "What is 'it'?," I wanted to know. Jimmy sighed, "well, you know that married women can't suck dick to save their own lives. You gals know how to do it when you're single. But seem to forget the minute you get married. 'I do' becomes 'I did.'" I laughed in a pretend rage, "That's not true. I can suck dick very well, thank you." "Well, darling, prove it." Visions of Jodie Foster gang-raped on the pinball machine danced in my head. Thanks, Laurel, I thought to myself. "Err... I don't think so. Not right here." "Well then, little lady come with me. Let me show you to my office." He took my hand and led me to the men's room. Dale and Matty followed. I had only been in a men's room a couple of times. We all went in. Dale spoke, "Now, Lindsey, if you don't want to do this, it's OK." I smiled. I did want to do this. I mean, I really, really, really wanted to do this. After 12 years with Jeff and his mini-dick and fear of blow jobs, I was ready. "So, who's first?" Jimmy grinned broadly, "Age first." I got down on my knees. The cheap linoleum floor was cold. I unbuckled Jimmy's belt and opened his jeans. I looked up and watch him close his eyes as I slid his boxers down and took his still-soft cock into my mouth. Jimmy was a thin guy with a decent build. He responded with a deep groan when I touched him. I could feel him getting hard as I sucked him, licking his shaft and balls. He got rock hard and began to pump his hips. I sucked him, letting him fuck my face faster and faster. I cupped his balls and flicked my tongue across his head. In no time at all, Jimmy stiffened. He pushed hard into my mouth and came down my throat in a thick, warm, slightly bitter stream. I guess Laurel was right about me swallowing bitter things. Dale teased Jimmy, "I guess it is true what they say about you firefighters. Firefighters can always cum in a moment." Jimmy laughed it off. "Fuck you, Dale. This girl is good, really good. Let's see how long you last." Dale was next. Unlike Jimmy, Dale was big, really big. He wore his hair short with the obligatory manicured chin stubble. His biceps strained at his T-shirt and his massive upper body tapered to a trim waist. As I moved in front of him, I could feel his massive thighs, like solid iron. Dale was a hunk. As he held my head with his tattooed arms, I opened his jeans and pulled down his crisp white Armani briefs. I laughed out loud. "What's so funny? You know it is never right to laugh when you are pulling out a guy's dick." "No. No. It's just that with your muscles, stubble, tattoos and Armani undies, it's like I'm giving a blow job to David Beckham." We all laughed as I took him into my mouth. Dale was already hard and fuck, was he big. Jimmy laughed again, "Shit, it's like she's trying to swallow an anaconda." I giggled and cleared my throat with a little cough. I could feel their eyes all widening as I opened my mouth and angled my head to accommodate Dale's size. Inch by inch, he slid in. Inhaling deeply through my nose, I pushed the head into my throat, feeling my own neck muscles expand until all nine inches were inside. Dale began to groan. Matty shouted, "Holy fuck! Did you see that?" Jimmy joined in the laughing and hollering. Dale was silent, concentrating on fucking my throat. He would withdraw completely and then go in deeply. My jaw ached from being held open so wide, but I didn't care. He smelled good and what a fucking cock! Mmmmmm. Less than 24 hours after my divorce and I am deep throating a cock ten times bigger than Jeff's. Dale began to pump his hips faster and I could feel him getter harder as the cum was bubbling up inside him. He was breathing harder and harder. Jimmy knew Dale was getting close and began yelling, "Facial her! Facial her!" over and over in rhythm to Dale's fucking. Dale sped up faster and faster until he pulled out and exploded. Shot after shot. Thick white ropes of cum flying everywhere. On my face, in my hair, on my mouth, in my eye, it was everywhere. I was covered. "Ahhhh, fuck, it stings!," I screamed, holding my eye shut. "Give me a fucking towel, please!" I barely finished wiping the gobs of Dale's cum from my face before Matty was shoving his cock in my face. He didn't bother to wait for me to take it out. His pants were down and he was poking his hard, uncut cock in every direction. I grabbed hold of it to calm him and looked up in his eyes. I spit into the palm of my hand and used it to really lube Matty up, pulling his foreskin back and forth. Matty moaned loudly as I worked my fingers around his cock before taking it into my mouth. I also had become painfully aware that our little party was not so quiet anymore. News of the slut in the bathroom giving blow jobs traveled quickly through the bar. In minutes, a horseshoe of onlookers ringed around where I was kneeling, cheering me on as I sucked Matty's cock. I worked his cock fast and hard, jerking, sucking, and licking. I lifted his cock and balls and licked that small spot between his balls and ass. Matty just whimpered. As I worked his cock faster and faster, I could feel Matty's orgasm speeding towards me. His legs were trembling as he pulled his cock quickly from my mouth. In a ragged voice, Matty struggled to mumble, "Her tits. I want to cum on her tits." I struggled to open my dress quickly, but it was too late. Matt shook hard and shot his load across my chest, covering my dress. "Arghhhhhh," he groaned as he came. "You asshole!" I yelled, "What am I supposed to tell the dry cleaner when he sees these stains??! I am covered!" The crowd laughed as Jimmy shouted back, "Just tell him that you were giving to your local fire department and you gave a little too much!" One voice broke from the crowd, "Very funny, Jimmy. Maybe she should say she that she was licking pricks at Tricky Dick's when the owner Dick gave everyone the kick. Now, you all get out of my bar!" It was Dick Stanton, Tricky Dick himself. I knew who he was because his picture was all over the bar. Dick was photographed with beer company models, rock stars, cops, firefighters, and even one of him and Mayor Giuliani after 9-11. "Sorry, Miss. But you need to leave. And you'd be smart to head home. A pretty little thing like you may not be safe around here at three-thirty in the morning, I suggest you boys see her to her car." Sheepishly, Dale, Matty, Jimmy and I walked through the bar and out the door. Once outside, Dale turned serious, even caring. "Lindsey, are you OK to drive home? Let me drive your car and Matty will follow." Still very drunk, very high and very horny, I laughed. "Who says we need to go home? Let's go fuck in the firehouse!" Dale laughed, "Honey, I would love to, but I didn't do late night routes through the worst areas in town, just to lose my job and my license by fucking you in the firehouse." Jimmy and Matty nodded in agreement. First Day of the Rest of My Life Then, with a devilish grin, Jimmy spoke, "How about right here? In the back of my pickup?" Slurring my words, I responded, "Fucking genius... Jimmy, you're a fucking genius." Jimmy had parked on the grass in a dark corner of the lot. Dale, Matty and I followed him through the muddy grassy swale. Fuck, my sandals were getting ruined, I thought. He lowered the trunk lid and lifted me onto the cold plastic bedliner of the pickup truck, hiking my dress around my waist. "Fuck! My ass is cold!," I squealed. Jimmy laughed it off, "I'll warm it right up, now. By the way, nice panties..." "Yeah, they're brand new. I just got them at Vic..." Before I could finish, Jimmy pulled my snug panties away from my body and jabbed his finger through the thin material, tearing the crotch completely open. I screamed, "What the fuck???! Those were fucking brand new! I just bought them at fucking Victoria's Secret." Laughing as he tore hole bigger, Jimmy responded, "Well, you may have bought them at Victoria's Secret, but now they sure look like they come from Frederic's of Hollywood." I started to respond until I felt him bury his finger deep in me. I moaned loudly, forgetting my words. "Fuck girl, you are tight. Really tight. Like a virgin tight. When was the last time you had sex?" "Mmmmm," I moaned. "It must be like eleven months and before that I only fucked my husband with his tiny acorn of a dick." "Fuck baby, this is going to be good." Jimmy pulled his finger out of me. My dripping wetness against the cool night air made me shiver. I could feel him slide my ass to the edge of the bedliner as he pushed up into me. "Arghhhh," he groaned. "You are so fucking hot." Jimmy began to pump into me. My pussy muscles were so tight from months of neglect. It did feel like I was a virgin all over again. It hurt as Jimmy pushed his long cock into me. But it was a good kind of hurt. Within minutes, my pussy relaxed and I could feel every ridge on his cock as Jimmy fucked me. By now people were filing out of the bar. It was four in the morning, closing time. The sight of Jimmy's pale, white ass, glowing in the light from the street lamp, attracted a lot of attention. Soon the pickup was surrounded by men and women watching me get fucked. Well, if it's a show they want, I thought. I thrust my hips up to meet each of Jimmy's thrusts. The sound of our fucking was audible. With his free hand he fumbled open the buttons along the front of my dress and squeezed and pulled on my tits. I could feel a small orgasm start to build just as Jimmy got going. He fucked me faster and faster until he grunted hard and filled my pussy with cum. Dale pulled Jimmy out of the way. He flipped me onto my belly and jammed himself deep inside me doggie-style. The crowd hollered as he sank in deeply. His first thrust hit my cervix, causing an electric shock of pain to course up the middle of my body. I convulsed hard, gasping to catch my breath. But the pain only heightened my sensitivity, forcing me into a full-on orgasm. My muscles tensed and I shook hard as wave after waved passed through me. I could hear a woman laughing, "Look at her cum!!!," but I didn't care. Dale fucked me through three more orgasms. My legs burned until they were useless. I could not stand on them any longer, even with most of my weight being supported by the pickup truck's bed. Dale lifted me up and held me as he jack-hammered my pussy. I could barely moan by this time. Up and down, Dale lifted me onto his cock, until with one final drop, he lowered me down all the way. Dale held me tight as he spurted over and over inside me. Exhausted, he gently lowered me to the back of the truck. Jimmy laughed again, pressing on my lower belly. I could feel the cum being forced out of my pussy. "Look at her. She's a fucking cum volcano." All I could muster was a weak laugh. Despite my coffee, and best efforts to remember, the rest of the night was a haze. I vaguely recall Matty taking a turn next and then maybe two or three onlookers joined the fun. As I struggled to remember I reached down between my legs. My pussy was sore. I lifted the hem of my dress and saw how red and swollen my lips were. Maybe it wasn't two or three more, maybe it was more like four, five or six. Giving up on any chance of remembering everything, I fastened my seatbelt and pulled out of the parking lot. My head was feeling much better, but the light still hurt my eyes. I pulled into the Walgreens parking lot but parked off to the side. I got out of the car slowly, my legs still wobbly and weak. I did my best to straighten my dress, fixing the buttons and brushing some of the stains off. With a makeup wipe, I cleaned the dried cum from my face and chest. I brushed the dirt from my sandals and made my way into the store. I slowly walked to pharmacy counter without bothering to remove my sunglasses. The older pharmacist just looked at me. "The morning after pill, please." As he turned to get the pill, he commented, "Ma'am, you must have had one heck of a day." "Yeah," I replied, "the first day of the rest of my life."