The Blue Boy Bar Ch. 05

Welcome back, returning readers, to the ongoing pansexual adventures of our young couple Karlee and Tommy! Thank you for your patience, and thank you more for your continued excitement for this narrative. We hope you are all well and taking care of yourselves... both in the standard needful ways and, hopefully, in some fun ways as well.

As we move from chapter 4 into chapter 5, Karlee and our third-person-limited POV have left her boyfriend Tommy up in room three-sixty-nine of the Rosada Inn getting expertly turned out by motel manager and former Marine, Frank. We had already met the harbingers of an intriguing cast of libidinous characters, and, as Karlee makes her way down from the third floor of the motel and over to the Blue Boy Bar next door, she will encounter some of those we've already met, and will make acquaintances with a few more.

This chapter depicts M/F, F/f, M/M, some simultaneous M/f and M/f (because the more, the merrier), and some talk or anticipation of future M/f, M/m/f, and M/m/F/f. Of course, interspersed through all of this, Karlee will periodically get updates of what's going on with Tommy: some grade-A, deep-dish, slut-butt M/m fun.

The narrative was always pushing our young lovers into a larger world of sexual adventurism, and future chapters will definitely have Tommy and Karlee experiencing these new things both separately and together. The encounters that the narrative hints at are, indeed, slated to happen as the story unfolds. Before you ask, yes, Tommy and Karlee will be fine as a couple. Yes, they will stay together all the way through this. The story is an affirmation of love, exploration, and found community... and hopefully it's also an enjoyable erotic romp for both our characters and our readers. So whatever adventures you hope they enjoy, please feel free to enjoy those adventures with them without worry, shame, trepidation, or the anticipation of grief.

If all of this doesn't do it for you, no hard feelings, and we'll catch you elsewhere. If it is, then we hope you enjoy the continuing (and expanding) experiences of our sexy protagonists. With this chapter, it's time for some of things that were good for the gander to become good for the goose....

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The busty brunette Karlee gingerly reached the bottom of the north stairwell. Each bend and extension of her thighs, each step of her sexy cowgirl boots down the stairs had squeezed her tight anus around the butt plug she'd inserted, almost defiantly, a few minutes before on the balcony of the Rosada Inn. Her Daisy Dukes held the toy tightly inside her. Her transparent white tank top, stained with her boyfriend's semen, did nothing to hide the erection of her aroused nipples.

Her boyfriend Tommy had, at her overt instruction, worn the same toy inside him all day... and it had riled him up to a fever pitch of sexual need. The devious Karlee had arranged for her boyfriend to get his same-sex v-card punched in the motel room that the two of them had shared repeatedly for crazy-good sexual encounters. She had just watched her sexy boyfriend take his first real man-cock between his tight cheeks. She'd even helped him cum by sucking his cock while he got penetrated for the first time.

God, that had been so ridiculously hot. When Karlee had at last turned and left room three-sixty-nine, Tommy'd been laid onto the bed for the motel manager, Frank, to plow all night. The visualization of those undulations of man-cock into her boyfriend's slutty ass made Karlee's already engorged pussy lips practically pulsate with desire.

She'd filmed Tommy's first filling-up, and she had told Frank to record and document his defilement of Tommy. Karlee's phone was in the front pocket of her tight Daisy Dukes. She expected it to vibrate all night as photos and videos of her boyfriend's debauched deflowering flowed to her. The anticipation made her heart skip and her nipples throb. The butt plug probably helped stimulate those feelings too.

She wasn't rendered utterly incoherent by anal stimulation the way her boyfriend was, but Karlee was definitely feeling the effects of moving about with a toy in her pretty pert ass. Aroused to an almost intolerable degree, she took a moment at the bottom of the stairs to push her round cheeks against the final railing, just to force the rubber toy a centimeter or two more inside of her.

"Oh fuck." The devilish girl's lips broke wide with pleasure. Karlee's smile, as Tommy well knew, was a weapon of mass destruction. That toothy grin of hers, wielded with all her powers of flirtation, could melt icecaps and inspire poetry. Mostly, though, Karlee used it to drive Tommy to distraction. Sometimes it worked on others in a similar way, she'd learned.

Tonight, she figured, might just well be one of those "sometimes" in which it got her into delicious trouble. She was on her way next door to the Blue Boy Bar. It was Friday night and the club was already at full tilt, she'd seen.

Why was she going? She still wasn't quite sure. The scene upstairs in room three-sixty-nine was the stuff of her wet dreams: her sexy boyfriend incoherently getting turned out by an experienced gay top like Frank. She'd insisted that the former Marine send her photos and videos throughout the night. She didn't want to miss it.

But something in her recognized, she thought, that it ought to be an experience that Tommy take fully on his own, of his own volition, chasing his own pleasure, without her coaching or coercing him any further. The fact that a sexy man was turning out her sexy man was extremely erotic to her. She'd made it happen, and she was more than happy that it was happening. What would he be prepared to do after? That question seemed to merit further research, and she felt herself quite up to its investigation.

That might be part of the reason for her exploration of the Blue Boy Bar. She definitely wanted to poke at the possibilities of Tommy-related adventures there. The bartender Bruno was absolutely an avenue to explore in that regard. The man had practically eye-fucked Tommy on the young couple's first night at the Rosada Inn, watching Karlee finger Tommy's ass while the rascally Bruno had deep-dicked his boss's kid brother behind the bar.

Ah, Bruno's boss. That was the other reason, Karlee had to admit to herself, that she was interested in visiting the Blue Boy Bar. Mandy had spoken to Karlee twice the previous weekend. On both occasions, the owner/operator of the Blue Boy Bar had been outside her own establishment while Karlee had been on the third floor balcony of the motel above. The second time they'd spoken Karlee had been stark naked, proudly and somewhat eagerly displaying her feminine wares for Mandy's gaze.

Karlee was still trying to reconcile her own avowed heterosexuality with the obvious fascination that the huge-breasted and domineering woman inspired in her. Something was needling at a want in the back of Karlee's subconscious. She hadn't quite been able to put her finger on what it might be, though.

And she wasn't quite sure how far she was willing to go to find out what her subconscious wanted. She was horned up like crazy, that was for sure, and she loved her boyfriend something fierce... but she was also young and eager, busty and bouncy, with "fuck me" written all over her slutty cowgirl outfit. Frank was right: someone would try to do her. The question was: how far did she want to go?

Her ass was begging for a good pounding, and her pussy was still drooling from watching Tommy get his boy-button punched so sensually. Would it be okay to play around a little while he was? Part of her was sure he wouldn't mind. He might even find it sexy. Was Frank right, that what she most wanted was to play with others WITH her now-slutty boyfriend?

Her pussy immediately began to throb at the thought. "Oh fuck," she hissed. The possibilities that had already peeked her way.... Oh, she had to explore... and then bring her perfect sexy boyfriend along for the ride, she reasoned.

A muffed screech echoed down the side of the building from her left. First floor. Front side. Karlee's eyes grew wide as she deciphered the words screamed from behind a closed door.

"Goddammit! You big-dicked bastard! Fuck me harder!" The brunette's breath caught. She recognized that voice. The Southern drawl. The rolling lilt. Karlee's suspicions were confirmed a moment later. "Fuck my slutty cunny like I'm that sexy little peach, Bill!"

"Holy shit," Karlee gasped. It seemed that such opportunities as beckoned her exploration were more immediate than distant.

"Yeah! Like that! Like that! Give it to her good! Make her your little cockslut!"

Karlee's pussy lips ached and her jaw dropped. She was sure of it now. Those screams were coming from room one-twenty-four. It was the big-titted blonde woman Betty: the wife of the girthy-dicked biker Bill. The two of them had propositioned her... and insinuated a bisexual foursome with her and Tommy... about half an hour before.

"Oh, Bill!" the MILF moaned. "I'm just an innocent little girl who can't take your thick cock! It's just so fucking biiiiiiiiig!"

"Jesus," hissed Karlee. She caught a hand against the last stair rail to keep from toppling over. What was going on in that room? She imagined the broad-shouldered and barrel-chested biker grinning under his sandy handlebar mustache and shoving his coke-can of a cock repeatedly into his wife's eager drooling cunt.

Then she heard the big biker yelling, too. "Fuck! Gonna stretch this tight little pussy 'til you can't even walk, Missy!"

"Oh my god," Karlee's jaw dropped. Missy was the nickname Bill had given her, just as his wife had called Karlee Peaches. The biker and his wife were absolutely role-playing... and she, Karlee, was the object of their role play. The eavesdropping girl's ample breasts rose and fell, her breathing heavy.

"Yes! Yes! I love this thick cock so fucking much!" Betty shouted.

"Just wait until I plow your sexy boyfriend with it," Bill hissed.

Karlee's knees buckled and she collapsed onto the lowest stair. The butt plug inside her smashed wonderfully into the nerve endings inside her filled rectum.

"OH FUCK!" she screamed.

"Oh God, that's so fucking hot!" the biker's wife screamed, too, in her intoxicating Southern drawl. "Fuck my slutty young pussy. Fuck my slutty boyfriend. Fuck us both so good, you thick-dicked bastard!"

Karlee's right hand gripped the railing of the north stairwell. Her knuckles turned white as she listened to the biker's wife role-play as Karlee.

"Yeah, bounce that hot cunny on my cock. That's it. That's a good girl."

Karlee bit her lip and her eyes rolled up in their sockets.

The biker kept up his vociferous encouragement of his wife's cowgirl-riding fervor. "Yeah. Lemme see them young titties bounce all over the place. Yeah. You're a sexy little Missy, aren't you? You like Big Bill's thick dick. You love it."

"I love it so much!" Betty screamed, pretending to be Karlee.

"Oh fuck." The real Karlee's left hand was pressing into the crease between her legs, rubbing absentmindedly against the denim zipper of her tight shorts. How long had she been doing that, listening to Bill and Betty roleplay?

"You close?" The handlebar-mustached man grunted.

"Oh, I'm so close!" Betty moaned.

"Do it, Karlee. Cum all over my pussy-pleaser."

Karlee groaned loudly. "Oh, God!" The roleplaying between husband and wife was openly using her name. The buxom brunette's eyes fluttered shut. After so much erotic anticipation, and after the sheer sexual magnitude of what she'd just experienced with Tommy's first same-sex orgasm, Karlee was primed: horny-as-fuck, she would have described it to her boyfriend.

Listening to the older couple was making her even hornier. She imagined herself in Betty's place, just as Betty and Bill seemed to be. She imagined her own slutty little pussy stretched deliciously around Bill's thick, thick cock. She imagined pushing against his barrel chest and pistoning herself up and down as fast as her hot little ass could move. She imagined Betty leering over her, that matronly smile wide with lusty delight.

Then she imagined Betty behind her, those magnificent mammaries of hers pressed against Karlee's back, and the woman's red-nailed fingers kneading Karlee's own young breasts, encouraging the girl to ride her husband to orgasm. Such fantasies! Karlee's mind wrapped itself around the image like a pair of legs around a pistoning pelvis.

"Ooooh. Oooooooooh." Karlee's fingers pressed even harder into the denim vertex between her smooth legs.

"I'm gonna cum, Bill!" Betty moaned loudly.

"Cum on, pretty Missy. Cum hard. Cum hard for Big Bill and his sexy Betty!"

"Oh fuck," Karlee hissed. She couldn't access her pussy without slipping off her Daisy Dukes, and the bottom of an open-air stairwell probably wasn't the best place to do that. Or was it? She had just slipped them off upstairs to plug herself in the ass, after all.

"Oh my god, Bill! It's... it's... oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" Betty's voice rang out in the darkness. Karlee fumbled at the button of her shorts, but her fingers couldn't quite get them undone before she heard Betty's voice coo contentedly, "God, Bill, that was so good."

Fuck. Karlee had missed cumming in tandem with the woman roleplaying as her. She pressed her palm back onto the crotch of her jean shorts.

"You're welcome, Karlee," the biker laughed.

"Oh, you pervert," Betty laughed. "Is that all I am to you? An old pussy until you can get into a younger one?"

"I'm sorry, Betty, I can't hear you over the sound of your orgasming," Bill laughed again. The man's joviality seemed to be a defining feature.

Betty cackled. "Gimme that pillow. I'm gonna hit you with it a couple of times."

"What?" the biker asked with faux innocence. "Come here. Lemme feel that pussy." Karlee heard the sound of shrieks and giggles. "Ah, there it is. Dripping wet."

"Oh fuck," Betty moaned.

"Yeah, you can't wait to sit on that girl's pretty face, can you?"

"Oh fuck," Betty repeated.

"And the boyfriend? Oh, you're gonna fuck that boyfriend of hers, aintcha, sexy?"

"Oh! Oh fuck!" Betty's voice wailed.

Karlee squeezed her legs tightly around her hand. Bill was almost certainly pumping his thick fingers into his slutty wife right now.

"The boy's sexy as fuck, Betty. You'll love him."

"Oh, Bill!" the busty blonde woman moaned.

"Imagine a lean young thing with a dick that doesn't quit. All ready for you to ride."

"Bill... I'm getting close again."

"Or imagine me behind him," the biker's voice leered at his wife. "Pounding his ass while he's pounding yours."

"Oh fuck!" Betty was going to explode again. "It's gonna... I'm gonna... again...."

"Cum for me. Imagine my fingers are that sexy little thing's boyfriend. Do it. Cum."

Karlee closed her eyes and leaned back against the stairs. She tried to shove her hand down the front of her own shorts and reach her quivering quim.

"Oh, god! Bill! I'm gonna cum!"

"Not Bill," said the biker. "Tommy. Cum for Tommy."

"Oh fuck, Tommy, Fuck me!" screamed Betty, climaxing for the second time.

Karlee's own fingers had pushed down through the silky hair above her pussy, but the tightness of her shorts prevented full access to her dripping girl-box. Her fingertips, straining to descend, brushed the top of her clit. "Fuck," she cursed. "Needa cum." She bit her lip in frustration.

"Want some help there, cowgirl?"

Karlee's eyes shot open. Her hand instinctively tried to pull itself free of her shorts, but was caught within the waistband.

Standing above Karlee with a grin that would have shamed the Cheshire Cat was the thirty-something co-owner of the Rosada Inn, the lesbian Asian woman that Karlee had met before giving Tommy to Frank. Dana, Karlee remembered. The tattooed and confident middle-aged woman's name was Dana.

"Oh, fuck. I'm... I mean...." Karlee's body thrashed a little against the stairs as she finally succeeded in pulling her hand from her own shorts, her fingers damp with the humidity of her own vaginal excitement.

"Oh, I can see," grinned Dana.

"It's not...." Karlee paused. It was obviously exactly what it looked like. The Asian lesbian had caught Karlee attempting to masturbate at the bottom of the north stairwell while listening to an older couple fantasize about fucking her and her boyfriend. "I mean... I'm not...." Her voice trailed off weakly.

"Well, not while your sitting like that on the stairs. No wonder you can't get your hand into your sopping pussy, cowgirl." The tank-top clad woman grinned. "Your legs are still bent. Those shorts are painted on. You've gotta stand up." With seeming snakelike speed, Dana's hand grabbed Karlee's and pulled. The woman was surprisingly strong. In one fluid motion, she'd pulled the horny busty brunette to her feet.

"Oh!" Karlee's eyes flew open as she nearly fell into the older woman.

"There you go." The woman did not let go of Karlee, but with her free hand she gently brushed a few strands of Karlee's long brown hair off her bare supple shoulders. "Try it now."

Karlee blinked hard a few times. "Try? Try... what?"

Dana let go of the girl and put her hands on her hips to convey impatience. "Touching yourself, of course. You were never gonna get your fingers in your pussy sitting on the stairs. The sheer mechanics of it were not gonna work."

"Oh, um, I...." Karlee didn't know what to say. The co-owner of this establishment was instructing her to masturbate on command.

"That was so good, Bill!" Betty's voice interrupted.

"Not Bill. I told you. Tommy," her husband's voice responded.

Dana's smile grew practically predatory. "So which part really got you going?" she asked the flustered breasty girl. "When she pretended to be you or when he pretended to be your cocksleeve boyfriend?"

Karlee opened her mouth and closed it again. She stood there, staring into Dana's black eyes as into an interrogator's spotlight. Her round young breasts rose and fell in her thin white tank-top. Unknown to her, her chin and breast still carried the visible stains of Tommy's semen. Dana smirked at the girl.

What should she say? Did she even know the answer to the older woman's query?

Dana put her index finger to her lips and furrowed her brow as though projecting deep thought. "I think I know. But it's a hypothesis that needs testing."

"Hyp... hypothesis?" Karlee didn't understand.

"You're cute when you're flummoxed." Dana pursed her lips into a kissy face. "Cuter than your boyfriend was when I first saw him, lying across the reception desk with his shorts around his ankles, entirely at Frank's gay mercy."

Karlee's breath caught in her chest. "Oh fuck."

Dana wagged her index finger toward the girl. "Ah, I thought that might get you going." She looked upward as though recalling the image from an hour earler. "Blue lace panties... cock dripping... incoherently horny...."

Karlee's eyes glazed over a little at the description of Tommy.

Dana tapped her finger against her chin. "Something had made him susceptible to seduction... a bug, if you will, up his butt...."

"Ohhhh." Karlee's pouty lips parted. Her nipples were deliciously erect against the thin fabric of her cum-stained shirt.

"I wonder what it could have been...." Dana's voice trailed off as though seeking the answer. She frowned a little as though it eluded her. "What could have made that boy of yours so eager to get his hole stuffed?" The confident lesbian let her eyes roam lustily over Karlee's nubile body. She took in the girl's beautiful brown hair, her chocolate-caramel eyes, her cute little face. The woman's eyes followed the contour of the girl's smooth neck, the way it fell and rose again into that pair of incredible breasts with their full curves and eager nipples. The gentle bumps of the girl's wide arreola were even visible through the thin white material. Dana's gaze traced the narrowing of Karlee's torso at her cute little tummy and then the expansion of her girly hips barely concealed within that pair of tiny Daisy Dukes. Beneath them, the young woman's sleek legs taped from supple thighs to the cowgirl boots that graced her feminine feet.

The girl reeked of fuckability... and she was so horned up already.

"I think I know what it was... and I think I know where it went," Dana grinned.

Karlee swallowed hard. She was having a difficult time thinking straight.

"So let's summarize the situation," continued the Asian lesbian with the tattoos and the black tank-top, "Right now, your beautiful significant other is upstairs getting his slutty boy-pussy plowed by an expert cocksman. I'm purely a dyke, and my strap-on game is off-the-charts, but I will admit that Frank knows how to break a boy. Good choice on your part, by the way," Dana winked.

"Oh my god," Karlee hissed under her breath.

Dana took a step closer to Karlee, almost brushing her sinewy body against the girl's softer one. "But it makes me wonder. If Frank is balls deep in your boy's butt right now..." Those black eyes fixed hard onto Karlee's. "... then where's the buttplug you had inside him, cowgirl?"

The brown-haired girl felt little beads of cold sweat break out across her breasts.

Dana saddled up right into Karlee, belly to belly, breasts to bouncy breasts. The woman was half a head taller than the beautiful brunette, but Karlee gulped hard. In the moment, she felt so small and vulnerable.

Both of the experienced lesbian's hands reached around Karlee's curvy backside. With a swift firm motion, Dana extended her fingers and pulled her palms up into the undercurve of Karlee's half-exposed buttocks.

"Eeep!" squeaked Karlee, her nervous face only a couple of inches from Dana's.

An almost fiery hue crossed the Asian woman's night-black eyes. She lifted the heavy round cheeks of the nubile girl's ass and pressed them together. The force squeezed Karlee's anus into the rubber plug inside her.

"Oh fuck!" the girl gasped. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head.

"There it is," crowed the older lesbian. She pressed her fingers tightly into Karlee's cheeks and now pulled them apart.

"Aaagh!" cried the brunette in the Daisy Duke shorts.

"Yeah, let me just be doubly sure," purred Dana. The index finger of each hand clawed inward toward Karlee's penetrated sphincter until the tips found the rubber base of the well-used toy. "Oooh, you've been a naughty little thing, cowgirl."

Karlee's knees nearly buckled and her weight shifted against the arms and lean torso of the older woman. "Oh my god."

"How's this? asked Dana huskily. Her two pointer fingers pushed hard against the buttplug base, shoving the toy deeper into the large-breasted girl.

Karlee's own hands shot up and latched themselves around Dana's tattooed upper arms, just above the elbows. "Oh fuck."

Dana lowered her forehead until it was nearly touching the teased girl. "Is that an invitation? Pretty forward for a girl who insisted not too long ago that she only likes cock."

Karlee's lips fluttered. "I... I... my boy... my boyplug... I mean, my buttfriend...."

"Awww, aren't you a sweet little thing?" Dana's strong feminine hands began kneading Karlee's round buttcheeks. She lowered her voice. "I can be your buttfriend."

"I mean... I... I want... I'm just trying to... next door...."

Dana nodded as though she entirely understood. "Of course. You have obligations to meet. Pussies to explore. Cocks to suck. I hear you."

The kneading of Karlee's cheeks did not stop. This dominant woman was playing the poor girl like a fiddle.

"I'm not... I'm not a lesbian...." Karlee managed to sputter. Dana's dark eyes were right there. Her tough feminine skin. Her high cheekbones. Her thin womanly lips.

"Ah, but I most definitely am," Dana purred, hands still driving the younger girl to distraction. "Girls are my specialty. I know just what you need."

"What... what I need?" Karlee could feel her cheeks flushing.

"Uh-huh," Dana nodded. Then the woman surprised her again. With that sinewy strength of hers, Dana spun Karlee around so that the girl was now facing the opposite direction. Dana's hands lost no time in refilling themselves with the girl's curves: this time the tattooed Asian's hands wrapped themselves around the panting brunette's juicy young melons. "Ah, there we go."

Dana ground her own pelvis against Karlee's round and penetrated backside, pulling the girl's torso back against her own.

"Oh!" Karlee peeped.

"Of course you can't go drink and dance if you're so pent up, cowgirl." Dana's lips were at Karlee's ear. The younger woman's caramel-chocolate eyes, unfocused, only vaguely registered that the sounds of Bill's and Betty's roleplaying had died out.

"Whaddaya... what do I....? Karlee's hands weakly grabbed at Dana's wrists, but whatever unconscious intention she might have had in pulling them away from her sensitive nipples and squeezed breasts faltered. Her hands hung limply from the stronger woman's inked wrists, strangely acquiescent to her own molestation.

"You need release, silly," Dana purred into the girl's pierced lobe.

"Re... release?"

Dana nodded. "Uh-huh. Lucky for you that this is right up my alley." Dana's right hand let go of Karlee's corresponding breast and slid down the girl's belly until it slipped beneath the lip of the tight shorts. "Or right up YOUR alley, better."

The older lesbian had strong thin fingers and short nails. With Karlee upright, rather than sitting on the stairs, the tension on the waistband of the tight shorts was less... and Dana's fingers slipped deftly down along the girl's lower abdomen and through the curly brown hair just above her pussy.

"Oh my god," Karlee stared down at the older woman's two wiry hands: the one expertly squeezing Karlee's breast and the other now just an inch away from her clitoris. "I... I don't... I can't...."

"Sure you can," leered Dana into the younger girl's ear. "Watch. I'll show you." The woman pushed her fingers further into Karlee's shorts, completing their traverse of the girl's pretty pubes and finding that hot protruding button above her dripping pussy.

As Dana's fingers made contact with Karlee's clitoris, the girl's body involuntarily spasmed. "Uggggnnnnn!" Dana's arms held the girl in place.

"Ah, there we are." Dana's lips parted, pleased at her success with the sexy little thing in her arms. "Is this what you need?" The lesbian ran her index and middle fingers to either side of the girl's sensitive spot, pressuring the incredibly precise nerve-endings on both sides of the little nub. Electricity jolted from Karlee's clit into the rest of her body.

"Oh my gawwwwwd!" she sobbed.

The experienced lesbian's mouth was on Karlee's earlobe. "I told you. I can give you exactly what you need." One hand squeezed hard on Karlee's sensitive breasts. The other began to slide its fingers back and forth around the young thing's clitoris. Down and up. Then down and up again.

"Oh fuck!" Karlee's knees nearly gave out.

"Mmmm, you little tease." Dana's fingers expertly teased both the insides of Karlee's puffy pussy lips and their exteriors, three fingers sliding down around them, slickening in the girl's copious precum. "Pretending you're perfectly straight."

"I..." Karlee tried to protest, but her mind was having difficulty focusing on her objections to the sensations in her horny pussy and teased breasts. "I... my boyfriend...."

Dana pulled the girl tighter to her and hissed in Karlee's ear. "Oh, he's spread-eagled right now getting his prostate pounded. But why should he have all the fun?" Dana's lips were practically wrapped around Karlee's lobe. "You're just as hot, cowgirl. Hotter." Dana's middle finger slipped wetly into Karlee's pussy. "See?"

"Ooooooooooooohhhh!" The busty girl's brown eyes rolled back in her head and her hips involuntarily bucked around the intruding finger of the older lesbian.

"So hot," cooed Dana, and she gently swirled her middle finger inside Karlee's steamy opening. "Close your eyes now, cowgirl." Karlee obeyed without objection, without even thinking to object.

"Enjoy how my finger feel inside you." The older woman pressed deliberately against the back wall and then the front of Karlee's vagina. The nerves pulsed with desire at every point of pressure.

"Oh my god!" Karlee's brows furrowed and her hot aching pussy threw itself onto the stiff intrusion of fingers. "Oh my god!"

"Almost there, cowgirl." Dana expertly stimulated the sopping, throbbing hole. "Are you ready?" The Asian lesbian's other hand squeezed Karlee's breast. "Tell me you want it."

"Whaaa?" Karlee's breath heaved in an incoherent sob.

"Tell me you want to cum." The woman's lips gently pulled the girl's earlobe between them.

"I... I...." The busty brunette's hands weakly clung to the wrists of the older woman.

"Tell me," Dana repeated. "Tell me what you want." Her inserted finger danced deliciously close to Karlee's g-spot, tracing little shapes of pressure against the nerve endings on the backside of the girl's pelvis.

"I... I want...." Karlee's chest heaved and her legs shook. She was straight, she'd insisted... but she was past caring. Her ass was plugged with a toy. Her breast was being expertly mauled. Her pussy was on fire and was screaming at her brain its need to tip over the edge of stimulation into orgasm.

"Do you want Bill? And Betty?" the co-owner of the Erotic Carnival cooed in the girl's ear. "That thick dick? Those full soft breasts?"

"Oh my god...." whined the girl.

"What they could do to you? What they want to do to you?"

"Oh my gaaaaaaawd!" moaned the brown-haired beauty, eyes still closed, her mind now creating a multitude of half-formed scenarios in which the older couple she'd been inadvertently eavesdropping on took her hard and long.

Her pussy was throbbing. She'd been horny all day. Her imagination ran wild. Her body responded accordingly, undulating around the older woman's expert fingers.

"Say it!" Dana hissed harshly.

"I WANT IT!" screamed Karlee. "PLEASE MAKE ME CUM! I WANT IT! I WANT IT!" The brunette was past caring about propriety, or about the perceived limits of her sexuality. The only thing that mattered right now was getting over that orgasmic peak.

"That's a good little cowgirl." Dana pulled Karlee hard against her own body and curled her middle finger behind the clitoris and onto the girl's g-spot. "Now cum for me." The woman expertly rubbed the tip of her finger over that spot hard. Electricity shot from Karlee's vagina through the rest of her sexy young body.

"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEE! I"M CUMMING! OH FUCK I'M CUMMMMING!" The nubile muscles of the horned-up girl convulsed in Dana's arms. Orgasmic bliss exploded from her g-spot like a shotgun shell throughout her body, releasing her tension, numbing the confusion in her mind. "AAAAGGGH! AAAAAAAAAA!"

Dana relentlessly stimulated the sensitive bump inside of Karlee. There was no escaping the sensations. The experienced lesbian was playing Karlee's girl-button like a fiddle.

"Oh gawd! Oh please!"

"Mmmm, I love how polite you are," purred the strong older woman. "Your cocksleeve was the same way, cowgirl." Dana's finger did not relent from its assault on Karlee's g-spot. "So cordial."

"Pleaaase. Pleaaaaase." Karlee didn't even know what she was begging for anymore. The sensations this woman made her feel were inescapable.

"Oh, what I'm gonna do to you, cowgirl." Dana used the side of her head to press the side of Karlee's jaw. The girl relented to the pressure and let her own head loll to one side, exposing her sleek neck to the woman's kisses and bites. "Mmmm. Imagine an hour like this." Dana gently bit Karlee's skin. "Imagine a whole night like this." She bit the girl gently again. Her finger rolled over Karlee's g-spot again and again.

"OH GAWWWWWWD!" Another strong orgasm wracked the busty brunette. Her breasts heaved. Her pussy throbbed, sucking with fervent need on the woman's finger. Finger. Finger good. But Cock. She needed cock, she thought.

But Dana didn't have a cock. Part of her didn't care. This cynical lesbian lady could fuck her whenever and wherever. Wait, what? Karlee barely knew her. And yet here Karlee was, standing in the warm night on the side of a motel, wrapped in the arms of an avowed lesbian, her pussy singing to the dictates that woman's experienced digit orchestrated inside her.

Karlee sobbed quietly and panted heavily. She could feel the wetness of her vagina leaking around Dana's intruding finger into her tiny shorts. She wasn't sure how much more she could take before her legs entirely gave out.

Dana, seemingly a connoisseur of womanly responses to stimulation, gently pulled her finger off the poor Karlee's love button and let it brush gently side to side against the girl's vaginal walls, not removing the sexual sensations, but easing the girl back off of them gently. "That's a good little cowgirl." She kissed Karlee's neck once, twice.

"Oh my god, I can't...." Karlee's voice trailed off.

"Well, you can and you have," grinned the triumphant older lesbian.

"How... how did I...." Again, Karlee didn't even seem sure of what she was incoherently asking.

"I told you, cowgirl. You needed release." Dana slowly eased her finger from within the post-orgasmic girl, leaving just the tip casually swirling between the brunette's moist inner lips. "You'll be good for at least, oh, half an hour before you can't stand it anymore and need to get fucked." The motel's co-owner grinned, knowing that the seed of suggestion inside Karlee's mind would take root and get her into trouble again soon. "But I've got just the chaperones to make sure you don't get into too much trouble, cowgirl." Dana pulled gently on Karlee's breast and eased the last part of her finger out of the girl, placing her palm casually over Karlee's clit and brown little bush of pubic hair. "You two up for it?"

Karlee's eyes flew open.

Standing in front of her, and having apparently watched her orgasm around Dana's intruding finger, were the big biker Bill and his curvaceous maven of a wife, Betty. Bill wore classic motorcycle paraphernalia: a black leather vest over a bare barrel chest. His shoulders and arms were strong. Black leather pants did little to hide the thickness of his erection. The lines of experience on his face spoke of kindness. His handlebar mustache curled up above a massive excited grin. He eyed Karlee like he couldn't wait to straddle her and rev her engine.

Betty wore a loose silvery blouse cut so low that her naval was visible. No bra was possible with such a blouse, and the interior third of both her massive breasts hung roundly and invitingly in the warm evening. She wore a pair of jeans so tight they were practically painted onto her matronly hips and tapering legs. The woman's blonde shoulder-length curls framed a pair of big blue eyes that, like her husbands', regarded the panting girl wrapped in Dana's arms with undisguised lust.

"Why, Peaches, you look good enough to eat," the thirty-something woman giggled.

"Oh fuck." Karlee's eyes widened in panic. They'd seen her. Out here. In public. Dana fingering her. Had they heard what Dana was saying about them? Karlee's quick mind, coming partially out of its sex-crazed haze, put two and two together. Dana must have said those things about Bill and Betty precisely because they'd approached and were watching. Oh shit. That meant that they'd heard Karlee's reaction to the idea of giving in to some sort of intimacy with the two of them.

How was this happening? Karlee had arranged for her boyfriend to get fucked. But here she was with a lesbian's hand in her pants, on post-orgasmic display for an older couple who had openly solicited her sexually and who had now seen and heard her orgasmically declare that she wanted that too.

But it was just a fantasy, right? Just something said in the throes of orgasm? The two were still starring at her.

"Um, hi?" She unhooked one of her hands from around Dana's wrist and waved weakly at the older couple.

"Hey there, Little Missy," grinned Bill, adjusting his erection. Karlee's eyes darted down to his pants and then back up to his ever-widening smile.

Betty crossed quickly to where Karlee was still standing stunned, with Dana's hands on her breast and down the front of her shorts. "Why, sweet peach, whatever are we gonna do with you?" The big-breasted blonde put a manicured hand on the younger girl's forearm near the free and unsqueezed breast. The other, of course, was still being gently squeezed by the triumphant co-owner of the Rosada Inn.

"Probably whatever you want," answered Dana. Her thin strong hand pulled gently up through Karlee's moist pubes and out the tight waistband of her Daisy Dukes. Extending the middle finger, she brought it up to Betty's mouth. "Wanna see if she really tastes like peach?"

The eyes of the middle-aged blonde flashed with lust, and then fixed on Karlee's chocolate almond ones. With a smoldering intensity, the blonde woman's cherry red lips parted and closed again around Dana's second knuckle.

"Mmmmm," she hummed, rolling her tongue around the Asian woman's cunt-soaked finger. "Mmmmmmm."

Karlee gulped. The huge-breasted Southern dame was making quite the show of enjoying the taste of Karlee's ejaculations. Those big blue eyes of hers were mesmerizing. Those lips. That rolling tongue. Karlee's mind began to imagine those very eyes, and lips, and tongue between Karlee's bare and outstretched legs.

"Oh," Karlee accidentally said.

Dana was still squeezing Karlee's breast gently. "How good does she taste?"

Betty slowly let the finger slip from between her lips, as though it was a little cock she was reluctant to release from her mouth. With the daintiness of a dame, Betty wiped the corners of her ruby red lips with her free thumb. "Mmmm, better than peaches."

Dana chuckled. She placed the hand that Betty had been licking on Karlee's unmauled breast. Squeezing them both simultaneously, she addressed the biker and his wife. "Well, our little cowgirl here has left her boyfriend upstairs getting his anus remodeled. She was heading over next door. But, as you can see, she's quite the impressionable thing, and could use an escort."

Bill was staring intently at Karlee's full young breasts and how they moved under Dana's palming of them.

"Why, of course, Dana!" Betty offered in her best matronly drawl. "We'd be delighted to help Peaches here get the lay of the land. Just adds to the specialness of the evening." She looked back at her husband and winked. "Wouldn't we, baby?"

Bill squeezed his own thick cock again through his leather pants. "Of course we would. Couldn't just let Little Missy get lost in the crowd."

A buzzing sound silenced the conversation. "Ooh," moaned Karlee. Her phone had begun to vibrate in her front pocket, just a few inches from her clitoris. After her very recent fingerbanging, the feeling of a vibration near her vagina felt absolutely delicious.

"Well, well," Dana chortled. "I wonder who that could be." The woman let go of Karlee's right breast and fished the vibrating phone from the front pocket of the girl's tight shorts. Holding it up, she read aloud "Tommy." The biker and his wife looked at each other. Dana continued. "Would you like to see what cowgirl's little cocksleeve is up to on the third floor?" Bill swallowed hard. Betty just grinned and took the upheld phone from Dana's hand. Karlee watched, but it never occurred to her to object.

The crimson-tipped fingers of the blonde maven swiped across the phone's screen, opening the video that Karlee herself had filmed half an hour before. Betty held the phone up between herself and her husband.

AAAAAGGGNNNNN!" came the sound of Tommy's voice. "OHHHFAAAAAAACK!" Bill and Betty watched the footage of the pretty blue-pantied boy getting his ass eaten by Frank, the hotel manager. "OHHHHH! OHHHHHH!" Tommy's voice wailed again.

"Oh, damn. He's sexy." Betty's voice was husky and her eyes fixed on the screen.

Karlee heard her own voice come from the recording now: "Mmmmm, yeah, baby. That's so fucking hot. Show him how much you love it."

Dana's hand had returned to Karlee's unfondled breast. Her strong fingers gently rolled around and under the sensitive globes. "Damn, cowgirl. You're kinkier than you pretend to be."

Bill was almost masturbating himself through his pants, raptly watching his old friend lick this sexy boy's upturned bubble butt. Again Karlee heard her own voice "Fuck, I'm so fucking wet watching him eat you out! Ohhhh, fuck. Yes. So wet, baby. You're so goddamn sexy, baby." Bill's eyes looked up from the phone and locked with Karlee's. The brunette swallowed hard. The man was practically fucking her brains out in his own mind, she could see.

The married couple watched the full scene of Tommy's anal deflowering, all narrated and filmed by his voracious and voluptuous girlfriend. When the video finally stopped, Betty stared at the screen for a long while. "Whoo! Peaches, that's one of the hottest things I've ever seen." She turned to her husband. "And I definitely know what I want for my birthday."

The handlebar-mustached man laughed. "Oh, I knew you would like it."

They both looked back to Karlee, still getting her breasts massaged by the older and devious lesbian motel owner. "And you, Peaches, are an absolute discovery, I will say."

"I... I am?" Karlee seemed past the point of embarrassment, or at least past being able to think cogently about it.

"Oh, definitely," grinned Bill. "But you look like you could use a drink."

He winked at Dana, who smiled back. "That's right. You have a date next door with... Mandy." The Asian butch let the name hang in the air for a long second before squeezing Karlee's tits firmly.

"Oaaaaaa," groaned the girl, either from the reminder of the nearness of the intriguing bar owner, or else from the sensations Dana was giving her boobs, or else both.

"Mandy, eh?" Bill laughed. "Well, I'll be damned."

Betty looked Karlee up and down. "We can certainly make the right introductions, can't we, Bill?"

"Definitely," the jovial man rubbed his cock again.

Dana grinned and pulled the brunette close to her. "That settles it, cowgirl. Looks like I'm going to leave you with a very capable pair of chaperones." The woman leaned her mouth in again close to Karlee's ear. Giving the girl's ripe breasts a strong, almost painful, squeeze, she added "But I want you to think about this: before the weekend is over, you're going to be naked in my bed, tits loose, legs splayed, and I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before."

"Aaaaaaa," cried Karlee, her back arching, mauled breasts pushing against Dana's squeezing hands. "Oh fuck!"

"Yeah, that's the idea," chortled Bill.

Dana bit the outside of Karlee's ear and pulled with her teeth.

"Eeeeaaaa!" cried the brunette again.

"Mmmm, give my wife my love, cowgirl." She released Karlee's tender and battered boobs. Confused, with both ear and boobs throbbing, and with her ass still full of plug and her pussy wet and engorged, Karlee stumbled as Betty took the girl's arm and turned her northward, toward the street beyond the entrance to the Rosada Inn's parking lot.

"Now don't scare the poor thing, Dana," Betty's blue eyes half-chided. "At least not before it's your turn."

"Oh I wouldn't dream of it," the woman devilishly grinned, raising her hands as though to feign an disinterest in giving offense.

Bill stepped up to the opposite side of Karlee from his wife. Dana stepped aside to let him.

Slipping his own arm gently under Karlee's, he address the Asian woman. "We'll take good care of her. We promise."

"Oh, I'm sure you will," leered the motel co-owner. "But maybe..." She tilted her head a bit and considered Karlee. "Maybe she's a keeper." The woman grew oddly contemplative for a moment. Betty noticed, and considered her friend's introspection with due respect. Betty understood. Karlee and her butt-fucked boyfriend weren't just toys. They were potential recruits.

Betty reached for Dana's hand, took the woman's fingers between her own, and squeezed. Black eyes met blue, and a silent understanding passed quickly between them. "Oh, um, also...." Dana broke the moment by performatively directing Betty's gaze down to Karlee's curvy butt. "Plug," she mouthed so that the girl on Bill's arm wouldn't hear.

Betty's eyes widened. "Butt plug?" she mouthed back.

Dana nodded and then grinned. Betty stared long and hard at Karlee's ample young ass before her own features broke out into a grin to match Dana's. "Do surprises never cease?" she asked no one in particular.

"Apparently not," Dana replied.

Betty double-checked one other thing with her friend. "Mandy?" she said under her breath.

The thirty-something Asian woman nodded.

Betty's eyes grew wide again, and the wheels of her brain turned in quick succession. "I'm gonna wanna watch that," she muttered, again to no one in particular.

"You wanna help me with Little Missy?" Bill looked over his shoulder at his gorgeous blonde wife.

"I do." Betty's voice grew husky. "I really do."

One last squeeze between Dana's and Betty's fingers... and then the voluptuous middle-aged woman stepped past to the opposite side of Karlee from her husband. One last glance over her shoulder at Dana.

"Shall we then, Peaches?" Her long fingers pressed gently against the back of Karlee's elbow. Bill, the gentleman chaperone, gently led forward and the three of them began the casual walk up the side of the Rosada Inn toward the street.

Karlee's mind was still disoriented. Everything felt like an erotic blur. Tommy? Oh, yes. Her boyfriend was, as she had planned, getting his ass thoroughly turned out upstairs in room three-sixty-nine by the insatiable Frank. And where was she herself? Oh, there was the door to the lobby of the motel. She remembered this place now. The couple on either side of her gently helped her past its familiar glow. Dana would let herself in behind them and manage the business in place of Frank and... and a wife? Dana had a wife?

Karlee vaguely remembered something about giving Dana's wife her love. What did that mean? Karlee felt the buttplug deliciously teasing her penetrated pert behind. Her pussy was still pulsating with the pleasure the assertive tattooed MILF had produced inside her.

It took Karlee a moment to recognize that she was being addressed. "I'm sorry... say again?"

It had been Bill. "I asked how long you and Tommy have been together," smiled the big biker man.

Karlee's brow furrowed. How long had it been? Time seemed difficult to measure at the moment. "About a year?" she thought out loud.

"That's very sweet." Betty's blue eyes sparkled approvingly as they reached the end of the Rosada Inn's parking lot and turned right along the sidewalk toward the Blue Boy Bar next door.

"Very," agreed her husband. "Betty and I have been sweethearts for twenty."

That seemed surprising to Karlee... but maybe it shouldn't? "Twenty years?" she scowled, trying to do the math in her head. She turned her head and stared at Betty: gorgeous, curvy, sexpot Betty. "But you're so young and beautiful!"

The middle-aged maven blushed and pressed her palm against Karlee's forearm. "Oh, stop it, you charmer. I'm just some old bitty who's lucky enough to still have all my curves."

Karlee didn't understand. "I... how... when did you meet?"

Bill let out a huge guffaw. "I knocked her up in high school!"

"Bill!" exclaimed his wife.

"What?" shrugged the grinning biker. "I still remember exactly when! September 30th. Homecoming. Under the bleachers after the game." Betty pretended to roll her eyes in exasperation, but her lips pursed in approval of the flattery. "The stars were out, but the brightest thing I'd ever seen was the gorgeous girl on top of me. I'll never forget how perfect she was: the curve of her torso, the bliss on her face, the light in her eyes."

"That's...." Karlee scrunched her brows and then assessed the large man holding her arm. "That's.... really poetic. And beautiful."

"You can see how I fell for the boy." Betty's blue eyes shone toward her man. He winked back at her.

Karlee blinked a couple of times. "Yeah. Yeah, I can," she said softly.

"Today's a bit of commemoration of that, in a way." Bill smiled, looking more introspective than he had.

"No pressure, remember?" The blue-eyed blonde chided him. Was she talking about Karlee? The busty brunette wasn't so sure.

As the three of them approached the driveway and entrance to the Blue Boy Bar, Betty leaned a little closer and, with that sweet southern drawl of hers, offered a sincere request. "Maybe some time you can tell us about how you and your sweet Tommy met." Karlee turned, her eyes meeting Betty's. "Would that be okay?" the woman asked.

The request seemed... real. Almost devoid of seductive tenor. That surprised Karlee a bit. There had been so much libidinous action tonight... and there promised to be even more. Perhaps the substantive and the sensual didn't have to be distinct things? It was a fleeting thought, difficult to process with the exquisite feelings that the buttplug was giving her, intruding upon her clarity of perception. But she liked that Betty seemed to sincerely want to know.

"I'd... like that," Karlee smiled. "Sure."

The older woman's rose-red lips parted in a bright smile. "Good. I look forward to hearing about you two lovebirds. And maybe we can share some stories of our own." Her crystal irises sparkled. "It seems you and your boy are starting down a path we know a little about."

Karlee hadn't thought about that before, but with the way Bill and Betty talked about Tommy, it seemed that this loving older couple did seem to have quite a bit of experience in pansexual pleasure. Twenty years of it? Was that... was that what she wanted with her Tommy?

She looked first to Bill and then Betty. He was handsome. Masculine. Not pretty like Tommy, but she could see how he charmed his woman, and seemed to provide her with all the freedom and pleasure she needed. And Betty... she was drop-dead gorgeous, but also loving... motherly, even. Karlee had only met these two tonight. They'd made a pass at her, and the thought of Bill's thick dick made her pussy twitch. But they weren't... what would be the word?... uncomfortable? She found herself admitting that she was glad she'd met them.

Betty's blue eyes now turned toward their destination. "Well, here we are, Peaches. Sounds like the love shack's already shaking, doesn't it?"

Indeed the music could be heard distinctly. The blue and purple lights from its patio and interior cast their light on the street and walls, on the partition and benches beyond the front door. They also framed the imposing figure of the bouncer, Rocco, that Karlee had met just an hour before.

"Oh, this is always one of my favorite parts of the night," giggled Betty as the three of them turned up the Blue Boy Bar's driveway and through the partition that separated it from the patio at its main entrance.

"Bill! Betty!" grinned the club's guardian.

The swarthy bouncer's muscular arms were crossed, as they often were, over his hanging vest and open chest. He was dressed not dissimilarly to Bill, now that Karlee noticed, and the two men seemed to think this riotously funny.

"Who's looking like a sexy motherfucker?" Bill cackled, approaching the man.

"We're both looking like sexy motherfuckers!" The two men embraced, laughing maniacally over the fact that they'd chosen comparable outfits. Rocco's face was different when he wasn't scowling, Karlee noticed. The two men patted each others' backs heartily.

From inside the club, the voice of DJ Jamie rose and fell. Laughter erupted. More music. Hypnotic music, almost, lilting into the night on bars of blue and purple.

Karlee noted that the benches against the partition opposite Rocco's guardpost at the door were occupied, not by the two men she'd encountered earlier in the evening, the pink-shirted bottom Timo and the amiable top Gordo, but by three women, one about Karlee's age and two from a previous generation. The younger one was a pretty and slinky blonde in a tight blue maternity blouse that showcased perky boobs and a noticeable baby bump. She'd made eye contact with Karlee and gave a weak smile when the busty brunette noticed her. Karlee smiled back.

The older two flanking her seemed genuinely entertained by the arrival of the biker couple and their cowgirl third. The woman to the pregnant girl's right wore silver hair at shoulder length, and a matching dress of shimmering silver. Her thin lips curled into an intrigued smirk as she watched the two burly men in open vests embrace.

The woman to the pregnant girl's left, the closer of the two, was short and wiry, with long blonde hair reminiscent of the younger woman at her side. While her older counterpart was watching the two leather-vested men, and her younger companion acknowledge some kinship with Karlee, this woman's eyes were immediately drawn to Betty.

Comparable in age, perhaps, to the huge-breasted beauty with the southern drawl, but her opposite in figure, lithe where Betty was voluptuous, the nearest woman was the first of the three to speak.

"Hola, guapas!" she grinned, rolling a raspy Argentine accent toward the full-figured Betty and the brown-eyed beauty, Karlee.

Betty's ruby-red lips didn't miss a beat. "¿Que tál, mujeres lindas?" she responded with her thick southern accent.

The thin short woman started, obviously not expecting Betty to respond in Spanish. Her startled features spread quickly into a shit-eating grin as she tilted her head at the bombshell.

"How the hell have you been, you sexy bastard?" Bill thumped Rocco's back.

The two men parted to arm's length, still comfortable keeping their hands on each other's triceps.

"Good! Good!" insisted the black-haired bouncer. "And I'm making sure your girl's having a great night," he added with an extra measure of sincerity. The comment caught Karlee's ear a bit askew. Wasn't Betty Bill's girl?

"Ah, you're a good fucking guy," Bill beamed.

"Damn straight," grinned Rocco.

"Pffft. You're not straight," laughed Bill.

"Neither are you," Rocco retorted, grinning ear to ear.

"You hear that, Betty?" Bill turned his head a bit and addressed his smokeshow of a wife. "Rocco seems to think I'm not straight."

"Who is?" laughed the huge-breasted blonde, gently squeezing Karlee's arm and casting a quick glance down at the petite older woman on the bench.

That earned a definite tilt of the head from the thin seated blonde.

"Who are your friends, Rocco?" asked Betty, looking over the three women on the bench. Bill turned and looked the three over as well.

"It's ladies night," answered the bouncer, as though this explained everything.

For a moment an awkwardness stuck in the air as the three seated women stared at the biker, his wife, and the brown-haired cowgirl. From within the blue-and-purple doorway, the pitched drone of the DJ and the sound of club music carried on like the white noise of waves against the shore.

"I'm Karlee." The girl in the Daisy Dukes and cowgirl boots broke the silence, putting the hand that had been held by Bill to her chest. "Pleased to meet you." She flashed her award-winning smile, the one that always worked its magic on Tommy. "I'm really excited. This is my first time here."

The silver-haired woman in the shimmering nightclub dress smiled and responded. "It's very nice to meet you, Karlee. My name is Carol and these..." She gestured to the young pregnant woman and the lithe little thing next to her "... are Lana and her mother Livi."

Both Bill and Betty perked up at the realization that the two straight-haired blondes before them were mother and daughter. Bill pointed back and forth between the two, but managed to keep whatever suggestive comment he might have been thinking behind his teeth.

"I'm Betty." The huge-breasted minx flashed a smile at the three women and swayed her torso a bit, showing off her substantial cleavage to the trio. "This is my husband, Big Bill."

"Big Bill?" Carol sized him up.

"Yes, ma'am," he grinned. "That's the rumor."

Both Karlee and the silver-haired woman let their eyes drop to the man's crotch to confirm the moniker.

"Oh, you whore," laughed Rocco.

Bill grinned at his friend. "You're one to talk. How many throats today?"

Rocco feigned hurt feelings and then smiled. "I'll have you know it's only two."

"Pffft." Bill made as though this was an unbelievable claim. "That can't be right."

"You offering, biker man?" Rocco raised an eyebrow. So did the seated Carol.

Bill laughed. "Buy me a drink first."

"You used to be a cheap fuck," Rocco pointed at his friend.

"Hey, good things get better with age." Bill lifted his arms.

"Then what's with the baby cowgirl?" Rocco retorted.

All eyes turned to Karlee. She took a deep breath, not recognizing that doing so drew gazes to her ample breasts, her obviously aroused nipples, and the cum stain on her tank-top from when she'd spilled her boyfriend's jizz up in room three-sixty-nine of the Rosada Inn not too long before.

"She cute." Livi, the older Argentine woman, waved a hand at Karlee, indicating that she approved of perhaps both the girl and the ensemble. "I'll allow it."

"Yay. You pass inspection." Betty giggled and put her hands on both of Karlee's shoulders, performatively proud of the girl.

"Hey, inspection is my job." Rocco pointed a thumb at his own chest.

"That's true," Bill raised a finger. "Guess we all get a little frisking before being let in, eh, Rocco?"

The music and blue-purple lights from inside the club caressed the seven of them.

"Fine. You first, slut." Rocco pointed at Bill. "Assume the position." The biker grinned, then spread his feet and hands.

"Be gentle. There are ladies present."

"Well that's debatable," chortled the silver-haired Carol.

The bouncer slid his hands inside the spread wings of Bill's vest. He rain his hands up the man's sides from belt to pits. His big fingers squeezed Bill's exposed pectorals, and tweeked the hairy nipples there.

"Ouch!" Bill flinched. "Those are sensitive."

Rocco rolled his eyes. "Take it up with Timo. At least I don't bite."

Betty bit her lip. "Well, isn't that a shame."

Carol's eyes were fixed on the two men. Rocco bent before Bill and made a show of checking the legs of the leather pants for potential weapons. His hands roamed from ankles up between the biker's knees and around to his leather-clad backside.

"Oh fuck," hissed the silver-haired woman. "Yes." Rocco's hands took firm hold of Bills' buttocks and gave them a hard squeeze.

It was obvious to all five women watching that Rocco's patdown of Bill was little more than a glorified excuse for groping.

"Well, lookie here," Bill smirked at the bulge he'd elicited in the bikers' leather pants. Standing quickly, Rocco grabbed his friend's arm and spun him around so that he was facing the three seated women. "It appears that our friend Bill here IS, in fact, packing a weapon." The swarthy man's dark eyes glinted in Betty's direction. "Wouldn't you agree, ma'am?"

The busty maven's grin could have lit up the whole town. "Why yes, security guard Rocco, sir. It does appear that this dastardly man is trying to smuggle a weapon in. Perhaps you should let us see what he's hiding."

Karlee's breath caught. She could see where this was going, and the prospect of getting another gander at Bill's thick dick was starting to get her randy again. Even the pregnant girl, Lana with the straight blonde hair, seemed raptly interested in what Rocco seemed ready to open to her, her mother, and her silver-haired companion.

"You heard the woman." Rocco pretended that Betty's decision was law. He sidled up right into Bill's backside and reached both hands around the Biker's thick waist. The security guard's fingers slid up and down the bulge in the leather pants. "This is definitely a threat to my club patrons. Let's take a look at it, huh?"

Bill pretended to be submissive to this exploration of his person. "If you insist, sir. You gotta do what you gotta do."

"That's right." Rocco's thumb and forefingers found the snap on the front of Bill's pants and popped it open. Bill kept his hands extended out, letting his old friend molest him. The three women in front him all stared at his crotch. Only Livi, the mother of the pregnant girl, let her eyes flicker over to Karlee and especially to Betty, before letting herself enjoy the show the two leather-clad men were putting on at the main entrance of the Blue Boy Bar.

The bouncer pulled the opposing flaps of the Bill's fly apart. With no shirt on, Bill's entire lower torso was now exposed to the ladies' view. Blonde hair covered the man's stomach and darkened as it traced down to the area above his cock's base. Karlee could see the thickness of it, while the shaft was still tucked down behind the black leather. The man was definitely getting harder.

"Here's what you were trying to smuggle in," Rocco leered. The man's large right hand reached down behind those parted leather wings and took hold of something thick.

"Mmmmmm," groaned Bill. "That feels good."

The bouncer smirked. "You always were a whore."

"Hell yeah, he is," beamed Betty, watching Rocco slowly massage her husband's penis in front of four other women.

Carol, the silver-haired woman, stared at the movement of Rocco's hand inside Bill's pants as though it were sexiest thing she'd ever seen. Karlee, too, watched rapt, her pussy moistening again. This was the second time tonight she'd seen hot man-on-man action. If she hadn't been sure before, she now was definitely suspecting that this would be one of her permanent kinks.

"The ladies like what they're seeing," said Rocco into Bill's ear. The biker lifted his arms higher, resting his hands on top of his head.

"I like what I'm feeling," Bill said raspily.

Rocco's left hand joined his right in Bill's pants. Both now played with the motorcyclist's thick cock.

"Fuck yeah." He pushed his crotch into Rocco's hands. "That's my weapon, all right."

"This thing?" Rocco's arms, muscular, tanned, and downed with black hair, flexed around Bill's torso. Pulling up, his hands brought Bill's member out from behind the opened crease of his unbuttoned pants. The girth flopped out into the night air, as though eager to dance to the club music coming from inside the Blue Boy Bar.

"Oh my god," hissed Carol. "Yes."

The pregnant girl, Lana, stared at the thing like it was a cobra trying to hypnotize her. Rocco's fingers moved up and back, up and back, over Bill's dick.

"I'm not so sure we can allow you inside the club with this firearm, sir."

"Fuck. Play with me, Rocco." Bill's handlebar mustache curled up in a contented smile and his eyes roamed over the women watching him.

The bouncer obliged his friend, using both hands to pull back on the biker's foreskin and then tugging it back down over the sensitive head.

Betty leaned in and murmured in Karlee's ear. "Whaddaya think, Peaches? I'm a lucky girl, right?"

Karlee turned her head. Betty's cherry lips and bright blue eyes were right there. The proximity of the woman was distracting. The older, busty blonde exuded sensuality. The younger brunette felt her pussy pulse and her asshole contract deliciously around the intrusion of the buttplug inside her.

Betty let the discomfort linger for a moment, looking down at Karlee's lips long enough to convey her sapphic intentions on the girl, then directed Karlee's gaze, with her own, back to her husband's penis. "Look at it," she coaxed.

Karlee, reluctant to let Betty's seductive nearness go, but compelled nonetheless, let her gaze fall back on the biker getting masturbated by the burly bouncer.

"It's so thick," whispered Betty. Karlee stared at Bill's cock. It was thick. Thicker than Frank's. Thicker than Tommy's. It wasn't quite as long as her boyfriend's, she noted, but her pussy couldn't help imagining how good that girth would stretch an eager pussy like Betty's... or like her own.

Sensing the brunette's fascination, Betty whispered in the girl's ear again. "The best is getting to ride it... like a sexy cowgirl." The southern dame giggled and wrapped an arm around Karlee's waist. "Good thing you dressed the part, Peaches." She squeezed Karlee's hip to her own like they were sexy best friends, and that it was a perfectly normal thing for Betty to encourage this young pretty thing to spread young eager legs for her husband's rotund fuckstick.

"Oh," was all Karlee could manage.

"It feels amazing," Betty assured her. Squeezing the girl to her side again, she added, "You might try it out... when you're ready... and if you see pretty please." Betty pulled the girl closer to her own massive breast. Karlee felt it against the side of her arm. These two, Betty and Bill, were doing a number on her libido. Could she with them? Would she with them?

As Karlee watched Rocco play with Bill's dick, her mind interposed Tommy onto Rocco. In her mind, her boyfriend's hands were wrapped around the biker's masculine heft, tugging on it, making it thicker, making it harder. Her imagination listened to the two moan in unison until Bill's erection was fully engorged. She imagined Tommy gesturing to the older man as Bill lay on a bed, his cock standing erect. Her boyfriend's smile invited her to climb aboard the barrel-chested biker. She imagined herself giggling, cunt throbbing, eager to accept. In her mind, she planted one knee on the mattress and looped the other over the man's thighs. She felt her pussy drip at the though of lingering above that cock, letting herself slowly descend, feeling its thick mushroom head press obscenely against her moist engorged pussy lips. She imagined herself sliding slowly back and forth against it, feeling it touch her sensitive clit, part the folds of outer lips, and reward the impulse of her pelvis to press against it.

"Big," murmured Karlee, accidentally out loud.

"How does it feel?" Betty giggled in Karlee's ear. "You're thinking about it right now." The brunette blushed. "Are you thinking about fitting him in here?" Betty's fingers moved from Karlee's hip gingerly over the waistline of the girl's tight denim shorts, tracing a little path toward the busty girl's quivering quim. "Or is it in here that you want him?" Betty's voice grew husky as those same fingers pulled around to Karlee's backside and pressed themselves into the crevice between the girl's sweet cheeks. The pressure pushed against the head of the plug.

"Oh my god." Karlee's eyes fluttered shut and then open again.

"Both, maybe?" Betty's free hand reached over and held Karlee's near arm steady. The fingers at the girl's anus pressed against the plug again. Karlee's ass pushed itself, without conscious command, against the maven's deft fingers.

Livi's eyes had wandered away from the two men in front of her to the two women to her left. The Argentine woman's blue eyes roamed shamelessly over Karlee's body as it began to gently writhe in Betty's arms.

"Or maybe... maybe Tommy and Bill both could make you feel good at the same time...." wickedly suggested the busty southerner.

"Oh god!" Karlee moaned loudly.

The eyes of everyone on the patio turned to Karlee and Betty. Two scenes of shameless groping now greeted the three sitting women. Directly in front of them, one burly man was giving a reach-around to another burly man. To their left, a middle-aged MILF with cleavage for days was pressing her fingers against the anus of a submissive, moaning cowgirl.

The silver-haired Carol found the girl-on-girl scene least interesting, and turned her attention quickly back to the leather-vested men in front of her. Lana, the pregnant daughter of Livi, seemed slightly shocked by Betty's playing with Karlee. Blushing, she too, though, returned her eyes to the penis being played with a few feet from her. Her mother, though, watched intently the interplay of a dominant woman seducing a more submissive one.

The two men, as well, enjoying as they were Rocco's hands tugging on the skin of Bill's big dick, also both watched the seasoned Betty touching the new brunette.

Karlee's hips involuntarily swiveled, rubbing her sensitive anal nerves all over the intruding rubber plug that Betty was gently pushing on. movement of her hips made Karlee's ample young breasts sway just slightly this way and that, bra-less in the blue light.

"Oh fuck, Betty. That's so hot." Bill's voice was husky, at the mercy of Rocco's hands all over his thick meat.

Her blue eyes mischievously glinted at her exposed husband. "Mmmm, you like?" She smirked with a wicked idea. "Why don't we switch places then?"

The bouncer couldn't help but smirk.

Betty continued, "I've got a couple of weapons of my own that Rocco might need to examine before letting us in." She shrugged her shoulders back, making it obvious that she meant her half-exposed and impressive mammaries.

Bill looked Karlee up and down again. The girl was having a difficult time resisting his wife. He grinned. It was fantastic having Rocco play with his dick. But maybe someone else might like a handful of it as well. This new girl and her bisexual boyfriend were something else. His penis lurched in the bouncer's hands at the thought.

"Whaddaya think, Rocco? Wanna search my sexy wife?"

The bouncer squeezed Bill's dick one last time, tugging a little pre-cum from the tip, and let go. Silver-haired Carol's eyes fixed themselves on that glob of manly juice glittering in the blue light from Bill's urethra.

"Can't be too careful these days," agreed the security guard. He'd enjoyed feeling up the thick-dicked husband. He wasn't about to turn down the titanic-tittied wife.

Betty pushed one last time against the buttplug between Karlee's cheeks and then bounced over to take her husband's place in front of Rocco. Grinning at the chiseled man, she turned to face the three women on the bench and spread her feet and arms. Because the cut of her blouse extended down to her navel, this exposed three quarters of her breasts to the view of all the denizens of the Blue Boy Bar's patio. Livi's eyes left Karlee and took in the bra-less rotundity of Betty's impressive breasts.

Karlee's eyes fluttered. One moment, Betty had been all over her, and in the next, the seductive maven had been replaced by her large leather-clad husband.

"Hey there, Missy," cooed the mustachioed man as he reached an arm around Karlee and, wrapping a large palm around her shoulder, pulled her close to him. "You doing okay?"

Karlee blinked a few times and turned to look at her interlocutor.

Bill was handsome, she'd decided somewhere along the way. Nothing like her pretty Tommy, who practically exuded innocent sexuality, but handsome nonetheless. He and Betty had to be twice her age, her mind tried to calculate, and his leathery skin definitely showed that he'd lived every one of those years with gusto. He had gray-blue eyes, she discovered... or else they looked gray-blue in the blue and purple light of the club patio. The lines at the corners of those eyes turned upward with the promise of sympathy, generosity, and hearty enjoyment of life. He was taller than her, at least half a head. For some reason, he reminded her of Santa Claus. He didn't have a full white beard or the bowlful-of-jelly belly, but somehow, being held by him reminded her of the excitement of sitting on Santa's lap.

His lap.

"Oooh," Karlee sighed. The man had not tucked himself back into his leather pants. His strong bare chest and belly were covered in light blonde curls. Below them, his leather pants were still unfastened. As he pulled her to him, she saw that his thick cock still protruded from between the wings of his parted fly.

"Oh," Karlee said again, looking down at it.

Before, when she'd seen him naked in the doorway of his motel room, he'd been backlit. Even then she'd been able to see that he was a girthy guy. Now, though, with him right next to her, she could see just how thick he was in comparison to her.

A good six to seven inches long, perhaps, but the thickest dick she'd ever seen. Tommy hadn't been her first boyfriend, nor was he any slouch in the running for sporting the perfect pussy-pleaser, but this was different.

Bill saw Karlee's eyes fixed downward on his dangling manhood. "It's okay, Missy," he smiled. "He likes you."

While Karlee stared at the proximity of Bill's engorged cock, Rocco ran his hands down the sides of Betty's tight jeans. There was no way she could have concealed anything in them. They hugged and accentuated every curve. But the bouncer thoroughly checked her from her stilettos to her sumptuous backside.

"Mmmm, I've always loved your hands," she cooed, grinning down at the wide-eyed Livi.

Rocco stood behind her, about the same height as her husband, but younger, darker, and definitely more dangerous. His large hands wrapped themselves around her waist.

"Is that so?"

"Mm-hmmm," she nodded approvingly as those large hands of his reached inside the open slit of her blouse. Thick fingers felt at her sides, roamed across her naval, and traced their way up to her bra-less breasts.

"Ah, here are those weapons we were warned about," he grinned. He filled his palms with her heavy mammaries and squeezed.

"Oh fuck yes," Betty's ruby lips turned up in a smile while her eyes closed. "Like that."

Per her request, Rocco repeated the motion, squeezing and kneading her sumptuous breasts with both strong hands.

The blue eyes of the Argentine mother never left Betty's breasts. "Madre de Dios," she muttered to herself.

Betty bit her lip as the dark-haired bouncer mauled her big sensitive breasts, but, as though to normalize everything going on here on the patio of the club, she addressed herself to the three women sitting on the bench opposite the club's entrance. "So what brings you lovely ladies to the Blue Boy Bar tonight?"

Lana, the pregnant girl with the straight blonde hair, just stared, seemingly unsure of the protocol for polite conversation during a public session of second-base breast-mauling. Carol, the silver-haired and silver-dressed woman to Lana's right, had been staring at Bill's exposed tree stump and did a double-take at the inquiry from the man's bouncer-molested wife. "Oh, we're, um...." Her voice trailed off.

Livi, the mother of the pregnant girl, and the one seemingly most enthralled by Betty, answered for the three. In her lilting Spanish accent, she said "This is a bachelorette party." She gestured to the three of them. "We're here to have a little fun before the wedding." Her voice lingered a bit on the word "fun," and her eyes sparkled in Betty's direction.

"Oh, congratulations!" Betty offered genuinely, still legs parted and arms raised, still with the strong swarthy arms of the bouncer reaching from behind her and deliciously tormenting her full maternal breasts. "That's so wonderful!" She winked at Livi. "Are you the lucky lady?"

The wiry woman blushed. "Oh, no. I'm just the mother of the bride."

Betty turned her gaze to the young pregnant woman. "Well, then, congratulations to you, young miss!"

For the first time, the pregnant girl spoke. "No, I'm not getting married." She looked down at her own showing pregnancy and frowned. "The bastard who did this disappeared." Before Betty could offer her condolences at this new turn of events, Lana explained. "It's my sister. My sister's getting married. I'm the maid of honor. We came here with a larger party for her. The three of us just stepped outside to get some air."

"And because the two of you were about to try to suck the cocks of the go-go dancers," interjected Livi with a twinkle in her eye.

"That's not true," huffed Carol.

Livi gave the other woman a side-eye.

"Well," admitted Carol. "It's not entirely true."

Livi clapped her hands at the admission.

"I mean... I'll need more liquid courage." Carol concluded, crossing her arms. "But then maybe... if that's a thing here."

"It's a thing here," Rocco said from behind Betty. A wicked smirk peeked out, looking down at the silver-haired woman and the long-haired pregnant blonde. "It's definitely a thing here."

"Rocco here is a bit of an expert on the subject," offered Betty. He pinched her nipples hard. "Oh fuck! God, yes, you bastard." She grinned.

"You suck the go-go boys?" Carol raised an intrigued eyebrow.

"Oh, if you're feeling extremely adventurous, Rocco's longsword here would like to make the acquaintance of your throat," purred Betty.

Carol's eyes grew wide. "Oh my."

The bouncer grinned at her over Betty's shoulder and mauled the busty southerner's breasts even harder.

"When you're up for the challenge," he leered, and squeezed Betty's tits even harder, tugging on her nipples.

"Oh fuck, yes. That hurts so good," she moaned.

"Yeah," hissed the security guard, pressing his erection into Betty's bubbly backside. "Yeah, you like it rough."

"Mmmm, I do. I do like it rough. Just like that," Betty purred. "I missed you."

The bouncer smirked and ground his crotch into Betty's backside. "Missed you too, Juggs."

Bill smiled at his wife, obviously enjoying her thorough security patdown.

"Looking good, babe," he grinned.

Betty grinned. "I feel good. Really good."

"I definitely need more booze," Carol stared.

The pregnant girl pouted. "Have a few more for me, please."

"Oh, my poor girl," Livi rubbed her daughter's shoulders. "Her hormones are all chueco right now. Everything's off."

"She just needs cock," Carol offered, her eyes drifting back over to Bill's exposed manhood. Karlee was staring down at it still, but her left wrist had let itself drift close enough to it that the little light hairs on it were brushing gently against his thick rubbery shaft. "God, who doesn't right now?" added Carol.

"Well, this is definitely the place for it," Bill grinned. He let his hips turn ever so slightly toward Karlee, bringing his shaft in contact with the back of her left hand. She looked up at his eyes. He was smiling kindly and invitingly. "As much cock as you want."

"Oh," Karlee's eyes drifted back down to his shaft.

She hadn't touched a penis besides Tommy's since before she had started to date him. Tommy had, of course. In fact, her mind drifted up to the motel room above them. She wondered what Frank was doing to her sweet boyfriend. She wondered what delights her lovely Tommy was discovering at the business end of Frank's erection. Cock. So much cock for Tommy, she'd promised him.

She let the knuckles of her left hand slowly make contact with Bill's thickness, one finger at a time.

What a cock.

He was warm. And thick. And inviting.

Karlee had always loved penises. She'd protested as much to Dana just a few minutes ago, failing to convince the dominant lesbian that she was exclusively heterosexual.

Well, perhaps not as exclusively as she had thought before tonight, but the throbbing in her tiny shorts was practically drooling over the nearness of Bill's big dick.

"It's okay," he coaxed. "Go ahead, Missy."

Karlee wasn't quite sure why she was beginning to enjoy being given permission to explore. Adventure, of course, had been the name of the game since she first began to play with Tommy's sensitive perfect backside.

Extending her fingers, she rubbed the backs of each underneath Bill's heft and gently pressed up. Oh, he was so heavy. The weight of his thick member was delightful. A slight purr escaped Karlee's lips.

"Mm-hmmm," he encouraged.

The back of her left hand traced underneath his shaft, slowly sliding toward the head of his dick, and then back down toward the base.

"It's nice," was about all the language she could conjure at the moment.

Back and forth, back and forth, Karlee's knuckles slid along Bill's heft. Slowly, sensually, less tentative with each pass.

Bill wasn't her type, she assured herself. He was older, and hairy, and much more assertive than her beautiful smooth Tommy. But for some reason she was wet for the man. She liked that he was close to her, touching her, letting himself be touched by her. He was large... and safe? And tantalizingly sexy.

Without particularly thinking, the fingers of Karlee's left hand, reaching the end of Bill's penis, curled around over its head. As though by instinct, the busty brunette had wrapped her hand around the man's impressive thickness.

"It's so smooth and thick," she muttered lustily to herself.

"Mmmm. Like that, Missy," Bill flexed his cock and it jumped playfully into her curled fingers.

Mesmerized as she might by a hypnotic snake, the buxom young brunette began to slowly rub her smooth hand up and down Bill's cock.

"Jeez, I can't even get my fingers all the way around it," she said to herself softly.

Penis. The only thoughts that Karlee could process were about the big penis in her hand. Penis. Good penis. Thick penis. Smooth penis. Delicious penis. Penis in pussy. Oh, penis in pussy. Penis in pussy.

She squeezed it gently. Oh, it responded just right. Just the right rigidity. Just the right give. Softly she stroked him, up and back, up and back.

Silver-haired Carol and young blonde Lana watched rapt as Karlee stroked Bill's girth. Betty, enjoying her breasts being mauled, also watched intently. Her luscious red lips turned up in a triumphant smile. The gorgeous young thing was already hooked. It was just a matter of time. Betty couldn't wait to watch her husband stretch the eager young woman's dripping snatch with his expert pussy-pounder.

Only Livi's eyes stayed fixed on Betty, more interested in the wife than in the husband.

The blue lights from the club bathed the whole tableau on the patio in an atmosphere of otherworldly delight. The thumping rhythms from inside the bar throbbed in time to the throbbing of Bill's engorged member in Karlee's hand, and timed to the racing of her excited heart.

Bill leaned his head down near Karlee's. "What are you thinking, Missy?"

She never took her eyes off the cock in her hand. "Penis," she answered.

He grinned. "What about it?"

"Nice penis," she answered softly.

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh." Her nubile bosoms rose and fell. The movement of her left hand back and forth on Bill's dick made her bra-less breasts mold and move to the slow rhythm of hand on cock. Karlee's warm brown eyes fixed themselves on the thickness in her hand. It was so thick. It was so inviting.

While she stared at his cock, Bill took a moment to appreciate the beauty of this eager young beauty they'd found.

"You, um, you have cum on your mouth," Bill grinned. "And your shirt." He ogled her big young breasts.

"Um, cum... what?" Karlee's eyes blinked a few times and then she looked up into his face. His kind strong masculine face, right there above hers. "What now? Cum?"

He smiled benevolently. "I'm guessing it's your boyfriend's, right?" He looked at her mouth. "It's on your chin, just there," he indicated.

"Boyfriend." It took a moment for her to put two-and-two together. Boyfriend. Of course. Her boyfriend. Her beautiful sexy boyfriend. She'd swallowed her boyfriend's huge load while he took his first anal pounding. "Oh." She remembered. "Tommy. Tommy's with Frank."

"That's right," Bill grinned. "He's getting dicked down really good right now. Isn't that what you wanted?"

Karlee remembered what it had looked like, how her boyfriend, with a hole torn in the blue lace panties she'd had him wear, had been impaled for the first time on a real penis. "Oh fuck, so hot," she slurred.

"Mmmm, I'll bet."

"He's... oh, Tommy...." She squeezed Bill's dick in her hand, confused, aroused.

"Oh, fuck." Her hand felt good.

The sounds of music, of a DJ on a microphone, of laughter and dancing, swelled from the club out onto the patio, mixing there with the moans of the MILF Betty, getting her breasts mauled, and with the little grunts from her husband, Bill, thoroughly enjoying the almost hypnotized handjob he was receiving from the brown-haired beauty they'd brought with them to the Blue Boy Bar.

A buzzing sound added itself to the milieu of the erotic locale.

"Ooohhhhh!" Karlee's eyes fluttered and shut. Her aroused features scrunched themselves up as something vibrated right next to her dripping pussy. Inside the pocket of her Daisy Dukes, her phone let her know more media had arrived from Frank, documenting, per Karlee's request, his gay conquest of her sexy anal-addicted boyfriend.

"You okay, Missy?" Bill's voice carried genuine concern, his cock still thick and full in her left hand.

Eyes still clenched, she nodded. "Phone," she gasped. "Tommy."

"Speak of the devil." His eyes twinkled in the blue light.

She was obviously far too riled up if something as innocuous as her phone vibrating could elicit a sexual response. Tonight had already entailed one mind-numbing erotic experience after another, and Karlee's pussy, sated once by the fingers of the charismatic Dana, was already drooling for more.

But it was more than that, she knew. A vibrating phone meant a message from Frank on Tommy's phone. It meant a window into Tommy's sensual initiation into man-on-man pleasure.

Tommy.

As the music thumped and the blue-and-purple light bathed both the bouncer and visitors to the club, Karlee's right hand, trembling, fished her phone from her front pocket, awkwardly held it up, and thumbed the screen.

A photo from Tommy. Or rather, a photo of Tommy.

She held her breath. The shine in her irises trembled a bit as she opened the file.

The photo had been taken from Frank's point-of-view. In the foreground of the shot, Tommy's legs were spread wide and the blue of the lace panties he still wore was prominently tented. She grinned. Her boy was enjoying what was happening to him. In between his legs, and through the rip in the panties she'd witnessed in person a bit earlier, a happy red cock protruded several inches from her boyfriend's butt.

"Mmmmm," Karlee moaned. Her eyes drifted up over the lean musculature of Tommy's torso to his face. His lips were parted, his eyes half-lidded. His curls were a mess of sweat and pillow-friction. "There's my sexy boy," she cooed at her phone.

Her left hand, almost unconsciously, had picked up the pace on Bill's dick. He, of course, standing next to her, could see the photo as well as she could. It almost didn't matter that she was playing with the cock of a man she had just met that evening, rather than that of her long-time boyfriend.

The biker's handlebar mustache rose in a massive shit-eating grin. "That lucky bastard."

Something about seeing Tommy again, about seeing his pleasure again, brought back to Karlee some part of her sense of mischievousness. Biting her lip, she smirked sideways at the large sexy man beside her. "Which one?" she asked playfully. Something wasn't quite right, but she pushed that feeling aside.

The man in the leather vest and lowered leather pants laughed. "I've been where Tommy is," he admitted. "It's a good place to be." He stared again at the image on Karlee's phone. "But right now I'd take Frank's place."

In spite of a slight sinking feeling in her stomach, Karlee's playfulness asserted itself. Feigning a pouting lip she squeezed Bill's thick dick again. "You don't want to be here?" she teased.

"Oh fuck," he grinned. Looking down, he could see Karlee's petite hand failing to hold the full circumference of his dick. "Well, you are making quite a convincing argument, Missy."

She smiled. This could be good. It was nice playing with Bill. He was a nice guy. Attractive. In some ways very attractive, she had to admit. Cock. She loved cock. He had a very nice cock. He was a nice guy, she seemed to repeat to herself in her head.

"Tommy's a lucky guy," he said.

The compliment did not quite have its intended effect. Something was wrong, and it was getting difficult to ignore. Karlee frowned. Was Tommy a lucky guy? Bill had meant it in the best way, as a compliment to Karlee... and even perhaps as a celebration of Tommy's current status as Frank's anal plaything for the evening.

But that was something Karlee had arranged and specifically sanctioned for him.

This... this here with Bill... her boyfriend didn't know about.

She looked down at her own hand wrapped about Bill's lovely big dick. Her movement slowed, and then stopped.

Bill looked down at her hand, frowned for a moment, and then nodded to himself as though he understood.

"You haven't had the talk with Tommy about this kind of thing, have you?"

The busty brunette looked up at the older man with a curious and surprised look, almost as though getting caught in the act of a moral conundrum were the thing to feel worried about.

"The talk...." She repeated the term, perhaps trying to assess its weight on her tongue.

"Yeah, it's...." He tilted his head, as though unsure of how to broach the subject.

"I...." She didn't seem quite sure how to her feeling either. Fortunately for Karlee, someone much more experienced in what she was just now beginning to explore was at hand... literally in her left hand, actually.

Bill thought for a long moment, and then lit up. His right arm, wrapped about her bare shoulder, squeezed gently. "Let me see if I can help. You see that gorgeous woman right there?" He nodded toward Betty. The busty blonde, still thoroughly enjoying the working over that Rocco was giving her massive breasts, smiled at her husband and the pretty thing they both obviously had the hots for. "I give her a lot of what she needs." He smiled back at his woman, and then leaned gently into Karlee. "But I can't give her everything."

Karlee listened, trying to understand, perhaps willing to ask silly questions... silly but necessary questions.

"Why not?"

He chuckled. "Well, for starters, I don't have a pretty pussy like yours, and Betty likes those from time to time. But, as you can see, she's happy as well with other men."

The young woman nodded. Neither spouse had seemed jealous of the attention the other had received from the bouncer. She knew they were both bisexual... or however they might classify themselves.

"Why... why....?" Karlee wasn't quite sure what she needed to ask.

"Everyone's different," Bill sighed gently. "We all need what we need, and learn to trust who we can trust." This man who had been merely an object of puppy lust a few minutes ago was growing deeper in Karlee's estimation with every word. "It takes time. Sometimes we mess up."

"I... I'm messing up," Karlee's eyes unfocused as she admitted that to herself.

He squeezed her shoulder again. "Not really. Can I ask you something?" He proceeded to ask immediately. "Why are you here?"

Here. The music thumped. The lights bathed all in inviting blues and purples. Two of the three seated women were listening in on Karlee's conversation with Bill, or just enjoying the view of her small hand around his thick crank. The third was still hypnotized by the sight of Betty's breasts being kneading like dough. The bouncer stood behind her with his muscular arms, his devilish grin, his hands mauling those huge breasts.

Behind him the club entrance beckoned. Inside was Bruno, the bartender that she and her boyfriend had watched deep-dick a willing young man behind the bar on their first foray to the motel next door. Inside the club was Mandy, the buxom and attractive owner that Karlee felt a strange need to find and get to know.

Here, though. The Blue Boy Bar. She'd picked the Rosada Inn for her and Tommy to play at precisely because it was next door to this club. The place was... inviting. There was intrigue within that door. Desire. Wonderful sexy things to explore. Things to learn... about herself... about Tommy.... Perhaps it was the door to a whole new world that she felt that she needed to find, and that she wanted to give as a gift to the boy she loved.

"I... I came to explore. To... to find... things. People. Fun." She didn't feel as though she were articulating any of this well at all. "Adventure," she finally settled on as a default that must explain everything, even if inadequately.

Bill asked a clarifying question. "For Tommy? Or for you?"

Karlee stared. How much of a divide was there between those two needs? What was she trying to give to Tommy anyway? Her sexy plans had succeeded. The photo on the phone in her hand was evidence that now, at this very moment, just above them and on the other side of the property line, her boyfriend was being thoroughly plowed for the first time by a man. Karlee had arranged for her boyfriend to learn the joys of bisexuality.

But why?

Frank had teased her, had told Tommy that Karlee wanted him to be just as slutty as Karlee... to be slutty with her.

Was that what she wanted? She looked down at her hand. It hadn't taken her long to enjoy another man's dick. She had only made it to the bottom of the north staircase of the Rosada Inn before she'd given in to being seduced by the assertive Dana. Her pussy still tingled with the remembrance of the Asian woman's fingers masterfully playing the busty brunette's g-spot to a pair of delicious orgasms.

Did she want to be slutty? Was she pushing Tommy into something that she wanted for herself?

Would Tommy have chosen any of this without her? Would he choose this now even if she didn't set him up for it? Would he be okay with what Dana had done to her? With what she was doing now with Bill?

Karlee sighed. She didn't know the answers to these questions yet.

It felt like the exact wrong time for a moral crisis, though. Part of her wanted to keep playing with Bill's dick. Hell, a slightly naughtier side of her wanted to drop to her knees and see if his thick dick would even fit between her lips. An even raunchier side of her was jumping up and down in the back of her id asking why she wasn't riding him already.

Caution wasn't winning out, but curiosity could. "I want a lot," she admitted. "I want a lot for him. I want a lot for me too."

She looked at Betty's face. Bliss. That was the best way to describe the older woman's expression. Her breasts must be so sensitive, Karlee noted, not quite sure why that seemed an important datapoint to archive.

"Whose idea was all this? I mean for you two," she asked Bill without looking his way.

"Oh, I'd have to really think about it," he chucked. "It's been a while since we figured this out."

"But it works?"

"It works," he affirmed.

"It works," Karlee repeated, watching Betty with Rocco. She squeezed Bill's cock again, perhaps in appreciation more than in lust. She still didn't quite understand, though. "But how?"

The mustachioed man beamed at his wife as she moaned. "I love her. I love her enough to make what she needs available to her. And..." He stood a little taller. "... I don't just allow it. I like it."

"You... like it."

"What's not to like?" He gestured to his woman. "Do you like what's happening to Tommy?"

She blushed and looked away. "I mean... yeah. I... yeah, obviously, I guess."

"Is it at least partly because you can tell how much he likes it?"

Karlee's nipples were getting hard in her thin white tank top. "Yeah."

"And that's really erotic to you."

"Yeah," she admitted. "A lot."

Bill smiled. "That's how I feel about my Betty."

Karlee lifted her eyes to watch Betty again. The woman was spectacularly sexy. Tall. Curves for days. Curves that would launch a thousand ships. Bright blue eyes. Ruby red lips. A woman that would leave a trail of erect penises and dripping pussies in her wake.

Even right now, the middle-aged maven was standing, feet apart in strappy heels and skintight jeans, the hands of a strong and sexy man younger than Bill mauling her breasts for an audience of three women, two of whom seemed more interested in men, but the third barely hiding her fascination with Betty's body.

Bill continued, "It makes me happy that she's happy." He paused for a moment. "It makes me happy that she's free."

Karlee turned to look at him again. "Free?"

He smiled at her. "I mean..." He thought about it for a moment for proceeding. "Yes. Free. That's probably a good word for it." He gestured at her. "Does she seem free to you?"

Karlee had to admit that the beautiful blonde did, in fact, seem free.

"And you don't get jealous?"

He smiled. "There was a time when I did... just a little. And the same with her. We had to talk a lot... and be open about what we wanted."

"I'm... I'm a little scared to."

Bill rubbed her shoulder assuringly and pointed with his free hand to her phone. "He might understand."

The man had a point. Her boy had a dick bouncing off his prostate at the moment. Maybe he'd be fine with her own explorations.

"Missy?"

"Hmmm?" She turned toward him.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Um, yeah. Sure."

A pause, and then profundity. "It's okay to wait."

She didn't understand. "Wait?"

His hand closed around hers: palm around palm around thick dick. He gently squeezed her fingers into his cock, and then slowly, slowly drew them toward the end of his member.

Karlee was sure that he'd pull back, helping her to resume her handjob, but he did the unexpected instead. Bill's hand kindly pulled her smaller one off from around his penis.

"Yes, wait," he smiled. "I'm not going anywhere. Neither is Betty." He held her hand, but removed his other from her shoulder and turned entirely to face her, his thick cock now in profile for the ogling Carol. "You are attractive. You're clever. You're obviously adventurous. I would love to make you feel good." He smirked. His handlebar mustache only accentuated his grin. "Very good, in fact."

She blushed and looked him up and down. Yes, she could do that. He wasn't her boyfriend, and he was Betty's man... but she could absolutely see herself above or beneath this man in bed. The thought made her pussy throb with anticipation.

"But there's no hurry," he assured her. "We're here. There's a party going on inside. Go in. Look around. Enjoy yourself. Have a few drinks. Meet some people. Explore. I'll make sure you get back up to your boyfriend safely. Betty will too."

Karlee could feel the patient sincerity in the man.

Bill continued. "Talk with him. See how he's liked what he's getting up there. He's a sexy boy. Very sexy."

For just a moment Karlee had forgotten that this motorcyclist swung both ways. She'd left Tommy in the expert sexual care of Frank. Bill... Bill would be another one who would treat her boy right. He would treat her right, too, she was sure.

The turn in this conversation had lifted from her that sense of problematic exploration, the worry that she was moving too fast, that she was doing Tommy wrong somehow. Bill was encouraging her to keep her boyfriend in the loop, to make decisions together. Maybe those decisions would soon involve her in Bill's bed. Maybe she and Tommy could do that together. Her imagination ran to the reasons she'd come to the Blue Boy Bar tonight in the first place: the erotic possibilities there for Tommy, especially with the lascivious bartender Bruno, and her own confusing interest in the club's owner, Mandy.

Taking things slow worked. It felt right. Explore. Discover. Touch bases with her Tommy.

"I... I like that," she admitted.

"Figure things out. Tell him what you find here tonight. Talk things over." He grinned. "Fuck each other's brains out for a few days straight." The man was incorrigible, even in his nobility. Karlee bit her lip and shook her head, trying to suppress a chuckle. "If you're still interested... if it's something the two of you feel good giving each other permission for... well...." This time it was Bill's turn to blush. "Let's just say that I'm not going to be able to get you out of my head anytime soon, Missy."

Karlee lowered her eyes like a coy little school girl, and then looked up at him again. "Okay," she agreed. It felt... good... to talk like this, she realized. Maybe it would feel good to talk like this with Tommy, too.

"Okay," he grinned.

"Are you gonna suck his dick or not?" Carol, the silver-haired one, had grown impatient with the heart-to-heart between the white-bloused brunette and the older man with his erection still hanging out.

Bill looked over at her and laughed. "Maybe a little later. You offering?"

She shrugged. "I like to watch.... and that's a helluva piece you got there." The older woman was definitely flirting with the man. "But a couple of drinks in me, and who knows?"

Betty laughed. "Good to know." Her breasts must have grown sore from so much squeezing, Karlee thought. The busty blonde addressed the beefy security guard molesting her tits. "So am I good, Rocco? Nothing too dangerous?"

It was the signal that the faux pat-down was done and that she was ready to go inside. The bouncer understood and pulled his hands out from the folds of Betty's cleavage-licious blouse. "We're good here, ma'am. Some big guns, but nothing we can't handle here at the Blue Boy Bar."

Betty's breasts were red with handprints and light bruising. She looked down at Livi, catching the Argentine mother's eye. Betty adjusted her blouse, concealing her nipples again, and winked. "Well, I do enjoy being handled fairly regularly here at the Blue Boy Bar." The thinner woman seemed to catch her breath.

"That you do," confirmed Bill.

Rocco waved a hand in the direction of Bill's exposed erection. "You gonna tuck that away or try to get past Hannah with it?"

"Well that wouldn't work at all, would it?"

The bouncer grinned. "No. No, it would not."

"Well, shit, then. I guess Big Bill's gonna have to go back in his cage." Bill reached down and tugged on the wings of his fly. Pausing, he checked in Karlee. "If that's okay with you, Missy."

Karlee blushed but felt more comfortable than she had all evening. "For now," she teased.

Bill grinned and shared a long knowing glance with his wife. It was long enough that Karlee turned to look at Betty, who returned her interest with keen bright eyes. "You okay, Peaches?" The inquiry felt as sincere as Bill's counsel had been.

Karlee took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Her gorgeous young breasts rose and fell under the thin translucent fabric clinging to them. "I... I think so." She smiled. "Yeah. I really think so."

"Wonderful." Betty swept toward Karlee and took the girl by the arm. "I'm gonna vouch for Peaches. Is that okay, Rocco?"

The bouncer looked the brunette up and down. As she had been earlier in the evening when she'd parked and passed through on her way up to Tommy and Frank, Karlee looked utterly fuckable in her cowgirl boots, Daisy Duke shorts, and thin white tank. The bouncer might have been a bit more flirtatious or insistent had he not spent the last few minutes absolutely mauling Betty's gargantuan breasts.

"This time." He cocked his head back so as to seem more intimidating, or that he was reluctantly bending some house rule by not feeling Karlee up the way he had Bill and Betty.

"I didn't get felt up when I arrived," Carol pouted, crossing her arms.

"You were with a VIP party," Rocco retorted.

"Ooo, VIPs. What do we get?" she shot back.

The bouncer didn't miss a beat. "Go-go dancers, for one."

Carol opened her mouth and then closed it again. "For real?"

Rocco laughed. "Lady, this place has what you need. I promise." He adjusted himself in his pants. "And if no one else will give it to you, just come back out here when you've had your liquid courage."

The silver-haired woman was at a loss for words. Lana, the pregnant girl in the form-fitted blouse, stared at Rocco's crotch.

"Liquid courage. Fuck."

"Yeah, no drinks for you," Livi squeezed her daughter's shoulders. Looking around at her own party and the three newbies who'd shown up and delightfully given them all a show, she stood. "So are we all ready to go back inside?"

"I think so," Betty checked with Bill and Karlee, both of whom nodded their approval. "Yes, shall we?" She led her husband and their young companion to the door.

"You know," Livi pointed a thin finger at the bustier woman. "You remind me of someone. It's been nagging at my brain all this time. Someone... recent."

Betty changed a knowing look with her husband. "Well, I suppose you'll have to let me know when you think you've got me pegged." The two women were probably about the same age, but their physicality could not be more distinct. Standing next to each other now, Betty appeared an amazon beside the more petite mother-of-the-bride.

"Sooner, probably, rather than later," beamed Bill, seeming to know something the rest of them didn't.

"Oh hush, you tease," his wife shooed a hand toward him. "You promised."

Bill feigned a sudden seriousness and pantomimed the act of sealing his own lips and throwing away the key.

"Are you okay, young lady?" Betty asked Lana as the girl got to her feet. The young blonde's blouse clung to her ripe breasts, thin rib cage, and baby bump.

"Yeah," the long-haired blonde smiled. "I don't have that much physical discomfort yet. Mostly just really missing cock and booze right now."

"Been there," Betty nodded. Looking through the blue doorway, she grinned. "I can't help you with the booze...." The unspoken part remained unspoken, but lingered.

Karlee's phone buzzed in her hand again.

"So soon?" laughed Betty. She slipped her arm out from around Karlee's and gently pressed up on the girl's forearm so they could all see.

Sure enough. From Tommy.

"The last one was a photo," postulated Karlee. "So maybe a video this time?"

Bill and Betty leaned in one either side of the girl as she thumbed the screen. Livi, standing next to Betty, could see the screen over the curve of the taller woman's ample and well-squeezed breasts.

The scene began where the photo had: the POV was looking down at Tommy's body from above. Frank was obviously holding the camera. Tommy's lithe sweaty torso was prominent and writhing in the shot. His puffy lips were parted. His curls and cute face wore a healthy, sexy sheen.

"Show her you want it," Frank's voice, low and seductive, rolled from the phone.

Tommy's crotch was still wrapped in those blue panties, but the top third of his cock had worked its way out from under the lacy waistband. Karlee could immediately feel her mouth begin to water. She imagined herself licking down the long lean trail from between his pectorals, over his undulating abdominals, until she'd wrapped her lips over the delicious head of Tommy's cock.

"Oh fuck," Betty's blue eyes shot open as the video progressed.

The rip in the blue panties had grown longer and wider. Tommy's legs were propped atop Frank's, spread wide. The older man's erection was lodged up inside the boy's hungry bunghole.

"Show her," Frank said again. "Work that pussy on my cock, Cutie."

"Ugggh," moaned Tommy. His hips began to turn and writhe as though on a swivel. The boy's pelvis worked itself down onto Frank's dick toward its base, and then rotated up back towards the embedded head, and then back down again.

"Work it," Frank encouraged.

Whereas before the motel manager had been doing the work of plowing her sexy boyfriend, now Karlee could see that he'd gotten Tommy to fuck himself onto Frank's eager dick.

"Yeah, that's it, Cutie." Frank rewarded the slutty boy with praise, and Tommy's face broke into a silly, sexy smile.

"IssgoooodFrankkkkk," he slurred.

"Is it, Cutie?" Frank's cock began to rock back and forth to meet the corkscrewing action of Tommy's hungry asshole.

"Uhhuuhhhh," moaned the bottoming boy. "Sssssogooooodinmeeee."

"Tell her," encouraged Frank. "Tell Karlee how it feels. She's watching right now."

Tommy's half-lidded eyes found the camera lens on the phone held above him.

"HiKarleeeeeee," he giggled. "isssogoodinmecockcocksoooogodddinme."

"That is the sexiest thing I think I have ever seen." Carol's voice said huskily from over Karlee's shoulder. The brunette briefly looked around. Lana and Carol had taken up position behind her, looking over her bare shoulders to see the phone. Livi had sidled up right next to Betty, her eye level just above that of the taller woman's cleavage. All six, Karlee, Bill, Betty, Carol, Lana, and Livi, were staring intently at the scene playing out on Karlee's phone.

"Oh my god, I didn't know boys could do that," added Lana, rapt.

"Mmmm, oh they can indeed." Bill's voice was gruff, full of desire. Getting his cock back inside his tight pants would be a difficult prospect now.

"Tell her," Frank's voice suggested. "Tell her how grateful you are. Tell Karlee thank you."

Tommy's hot asshole milked Frank's cock again and again and again. "Mmmmm, tankkkkyou, Kareelllleeeee," he giggled.

The boy's lean muscles swirled and flexed, tightened and contracted, his lower abdomen working hard, but almost an autopilot.

"Awww, he's so polite," beamed Betty.

"He's... incredible." Karlee couldn't stop staring.

"Why is he slurring his words?" asked Lana.

Karlee stuttered a bit. "Oh, um, he, uh, does that when he's got something in his butt."

Betty and Bill shared another conspiratorial look, both knowing about the plug that Karlee was wearing inside her own sphincter at that very moment. Bill tilted his head slightly and took a good long look at Karlee's curvaceous backside. So ripe. So round. So full of potential, both literally and figuratively speaking.

"Do you want me to keep fucking you?" taunted Frank, methodically sawing his dick in and out of the gyrating boy.

"YsssssFrannnkysssspleeeeeeasefuckmeeeee," moaned the slutty boy.

"Do you want Karlee to find you more cocks? More cocks to make this sexy little pussy of yours sing?"

Karlee's breath caught under her breasts.

Tommy answered without seeming to understand much of what was going on besides the thorough deflowering he was experiencing. "Mrrrcoockssssss," he drooled in acknowledgement.

"Well, there you have it," Betty cast a lustful glance at her husband.

"Oh, I know. Fuck, do I know," he answered as though out of breath.

"How about for Karlee?" asked Frank. "Can she have some cocks, too?"

As though the wind had been knocked out of her, Karlee began to tremble. The phone in her hand shook, making it difficult for anyone to see the sexy scene being played out on its screen.

"Or how about some pussy?" Frank suggested. "What if some sexy woman wanted to do to Karlee what I'm doing to you?"

"Uuuuuuggggghfuuuug," moaned Tommy.

Betty quickly steadied Karlee's hand with her own, pressing her fingers into the back of the phone to hold it in place. She let her thumb brush reassuringly over Karlee's.

"I'm here," she whispered to the younger woman.

"Coccsksnnpussieess," Tommy mumbled. "Karleeeeeeee."

"Yes, there are many next door. That blue light out there. That's where your girlfriend has gone to. She should have fun, don't you think?"

"Funnnn," Tommy grinned and threw himself with even more gusto onto Frank's intruding member. "Funfunfunfunfun."

Karlee wasn't sure that her boyfriend knew what he was saying. Did this count as "the talk" that Bill had mentioned? No, Karlee admitted to herself. It didn't feel like it was. Maybe it portented that there could be some widening of adventurism, but she knew Tommy would need to be in his right mind for that. Right now, he was anything but.

"I wonder if she's inside yet," said Frank.

"Inssiiiiideeeeee," groaned Tommy, grinding his slutty butt as far down onto Frank as he could.

The group could hear Frank laughing off-camera. "Well, I intend to be all night, Cutie." Then the man fucking her boyfriend into a slobbering slut addressed Karlee. "If you want to hear him scream, just text me. The door's still open. I'm sure you could hear him from the patio." The man's penis plowed her boyfriend with strong steady strokes. "You could accommodate, right, Cutie?" One masculine hand rose from the bottom of the screen and ran its way across Tommy's sweat-slickened abdomen until it brushed against his exposed cockhead.

"Ohfuuuuuuuck," moaned the boy.

"You could scream for Karlee."

Tommy's eyes, still glazed over, started fishing around the motel room for his girlfriend. "Krrrrrllee?" Then, with the silliest, dick-drunk grin, Tommy sang out "KrrrleeIluvyoouuuuu."

Then the video ended.

"Dios mio," Livi started to laugh. "You two are the cutest."

"I am so fucking turned on right now," groaned Carol.

Lana addressed Karlee. "That's your boyfriend?"

Karlee grimaced and nodded. "Yeah. That's my Tommy." She wasn't quite sure how the adventures she'd arranged for Tommy or wanted herself might play with a larger audience. She felt a bit exposed, perhaps half-apologetic.

"You are so lucky." Lana was breathing hard.

Karlee blinked a few times.

"So are you going to?" Lana asked.

Karlee scowled. "Going to what?'

"Text that guy. Tell him to get your boyfriend to scream for us."

"I mean...." Karlee's thoughts trailed off. That was possible, right? She and Tommy had fucked each other silly up in room three-sixty-nine, overlooking this very parking lot and patio, not long ago. If Tommy screamed, they should be able to hear him, even over the sound of the thumping club music. "I... guess so."

"It's up to you," assured Betty, still gently rubbing her thumb over Karlee's.

Swiveling her head, Karlee could see that there was no need to take a vote or solicit other opinions. The consensus was already in place, hoping that she, who had the real say in the matter, would acquiesce.

"Adventure," she muttered to herself, and smiled.

Karlee opened the texting app on her phone and quickly composed a reply to Frank. "We R on the Patio. Make my boi scream." Send.

She took another deep breath. How long would it take?

She tucked her phone back in the right front pocket of her tiny shorts and turned to Lana, who seemed only a little older than herself. They hadn't spoken to each other. Karlee thought that would get awkward if it went on for too much longer. Time for some girl chat. "So..." she offered as an opener, "Maid of honor?"

"Oh!" The pregnant girl was caught just a tad off guard. "Yeah. Yeah, the best I can."

"That must be fun," Karlee smiled assuringly, making small talk while they waited on the patio of the Blue Boy Bar.

Lana thought about it for a moment. "It is, I guess. I mean... this place has been a blast so far," she gestured toward the club as nonchalantly as she could.

"It's my first time here," confessed Karlee.

"Oh!" That seemed to surprise Lana. "I thought you..." The girl pointed with her finger back and forth between Karlee and the older couple she'd arrived with.

"Not yet," grinned Bill.

Karlee blushed. Her pussy was eager for cock, and her ass was still delightfully stretched by the plug she'd been wearing inside it since she'd left Tommy in Frank's able clutches.

"You're not a throuple? Huh. I thought for sure...." Livi added. "How did you meet? Surely you knew each other before tonight."

Karlee exchanged glances with Betty, whose smile only seemed to encourage Karlee to be forthcoming.

"Well, I... um...."

"OHMIGODFRAAAAAANK!" High and clear, a libidinous shriek echoed over the patio and the parking lot behind it.

"Oh fuck," hissed Carol.

"That was fast," Lana blinked.

"OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK!" Tommy's voice had reached a crescendo of fuck-lust.

"Good ol' Frank," grinned Bill.

"OHFUCKYESIMGONNACUM!" Tommy's scream seemed to undulate. It took Karlee a second to figure out that it must be because Tommy's torso was bouncing like crazy while Frank plowed him mercilessly.

"Atta boy," purred Betty.

"OHFUCK! OHFUCK! OHFUCKGNNNACUUUUMM!"

"You are one lucky girl," Carol purred, nodding at Karlee.

She thought about it for a second. "I am, aren't I?"

"FUCKFUCKCUMMMING!" Somehow the voice got even louder. "IMCUMMINGIMCUMMINGIMCUMMIIIIIIIIIIING!"

"Jesus Christ, he's giving it good to that sweet boy," cooed Betty.

Karlee luxuriated in her boyfriend's night-piercing orgasm. "Mmmmm, yeah." She bit her lip. Tommy was sexy. Tommy was so fucking sexy.

"You like it," Betty was close, smiling benevolently down at Karlee.

It wasn't a question, and all Karlee could do was nod.

"Who wouldn't?" chimed in Carol, to no one in particular. She was craning her neck up at the balcony, trying to see what was going on up there.

"How are you feeling, Missy?" Bill was at her elbow again.

Karlee raised her chin and smiled contentedly. "I'm good."

"Yeah?"

She nodded with confidence. "Yeah."

Her phone buzzed in her hand again. As though coordinated, everyone gathered around to see what Frank had sent.

There wasn't even a question of whether they all had a right to see it. This was part of the adventure, this public display, the group approval, the collective enjoyment. Karlee opened the file that the former Marine had just sent.

A photo.

Same angle as before, from above looking down at Tommy.

Tommy's legs still spread, his panties still ripped, his ass still impaled. But the boy's abs were contracted as though he were caught in the middle of heaving breathing. His eyes were unfocused. His tongue lolled out the side of his mouth. His curls had fallen over his forehead.

Most noticeably, though, the boy was covered in ropes of white-hot cum.

"Fuuuuuuck," groaned Bill.

The group could see the trajectory of Tommy's ejaculation: at least three long hard lines of semen emanating from the tip of his still visible cockhead, trailing up over his stomach and chest. One salvo seemed to have shot itself onto and over his shoulder.

The other two, though, could be traced right up onto his beautiful face.

"That is so fucking sexy," hissed Lana.

Karlee's eyes welled up a bit. "He's the most beautiful thing, isn't he?"

Betty squeezed the busty brunette's wrist. "He sure is."

They all stared at the screen for a little while longer until Carol couldn't anymore. "Okay, I could look at that all day, but seriously I need some alcohol now and I'm gonna need some cock soon." Everyone looked at the silver-haired woman. "So I'm going back in. Stay out here. Join me. It's up to you."

"Right. Yes. Good idea." Betty concurred.

Karlee tucked her phone back into her pocket. Bill set a hand gently on the small of her back and gestured toward the door. The blue and purple lights that had draped them as in a sensual sheet seemed to beckon them in.

"It was very nice to meet you," Livi began, in an attempt to ingratiate herself with the buxom Betty.

Rocco stepped aside and ushered the six in. "Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Bill guffawed. "Now you warn me."

"I'd like to introduce you to my daughter," Livi suggested to Betty, as they stepped first through the doorway.

Betty jumped a little, and then seemed to process the request. "Why, of course," she agreed. "I'd like that."

"Come on," Carol grabbed Lana and led her through after the other two women.

The front door of the Blue Boy Bar did not seem so spectacular as to merit the place it had held in Karlee's imagination for the last week. It was a simple exterior door, propped open, with a push bar across its center. Certainly a green EXIT sign crowned the interior of its frame. It had been painted black, but showed signs of having been chipped, scraped, and otherwise roughly man-handled since its last paint job. Such would be the occupational hazards of the portal to an establishment of libidinousness and libations.

To the busty brunette, though, this door seemed the gateway to another world. What adventures awaited beyond its inviting black lips? Would they be as mind-boggling as those Alice found down her rabbit hole or in the world beyond the looking glass? Would they benign or transformative? If she were to enter, would she ever return? Or rather, would the version of her that waited amid those blue lights and throbbing rhythms, swaying with sultry hips and bouncing breasts, still be her? Who did she want to be? And was that girl one who would be content with the life she'd lived until now?

She had come this far, but at what point should one pull back from the new, from the tantalizing, from the seductive? Her touching of Bill had been put on temporary hold, but that, too, waited beyond this door: a future in which she felt her little pussy stretched to a delicious breaking point by a cock... or cocks... other than Tommy's. And what of Mandy, the headmistress of this school of sex and pleasure? The large-boned and round-breasted woman had lingered in Karlee's imagination all week. What did Karlee want from her? What might be the endgame of that puppyish pursuit?

Karlee recognized that this moment before passing over the threshold of the Blue Boy Bar felt weighty. Was this some important point of no return? And how was she supposed to interpret this feeling? Might "Abandon All Prudishness, Ye Who Enter Here" be inscribed upon that black door in black letters?

Or perhaps such a point of turning back had already been passed. She had already succeeded in turning her sexy boyfriend into a babbling cockslut. That thought made her bite her lip. God, how she was turned on by that fact. Were the old ways desirable? Was the status quo really safe?

Or were there wonderful experiences awaiting? New pleasures? New horizons? New things to learn about herself and her Tommy? New people to know? She'd only just met Bill and Betty tonight, and already she was smitten with the two of them.

They'd been inside the Blue Boy Bar plenty of times. The version of them that Karlee had met was ruled by kindness, shared sexual adventurism, and a radiation of genuine happiness.

She wanted that, she realized. She wanted it for herself. She wanted it for the boy she loved.

It was time, then, to step into a newer world. That magical place beckoned with blue light and a throb of music that seemed to match that of her blood pumping excitedly from her head to her toes.

Bill waited patiently behind her, his hand deftly on the small of her back, but without pressure. This had to be her choice... and she had made it.

Karlee turned her head from the doorway and gave one last smile to Rocco. He stood with his hands clasped in front of his crotch. His gruff voice seemed to underline the bass of the club music, portentous and confident. "See you soon."

"Yes, you will." Karlee poured all the coquettishness and confidence she felt into one dazzling devilish smile. She turned it on Rocco, and then on Bill. Both men stopped as though blasted with magic.

Fully armed with all her flirtatious, devious power, and with her pert backside still cradling the erotic ache of the butt plug stretching her sphincter, Karlee deliberately placed one cowgirl boot, and then the other, over the threshold of the Blue Boy Bar.