You could hardly remember what had started the fight. But it had gone from bad to worse and now your BF had gone off and left your.
You two were out of town at a club… It was your first time here. Earlier you two had an agument than was never really settled and you both started arguing in the car on the way. Then it got heated, things were harsh words were said and he left. You were alone now. At first you thought he would come back any minute; but when an hour went by and there was no sign you went out to look for him. The car was gone. The bastard really had abandoned you. You was at least 30 miles from home. A cab would cost a fortune.
You decided to go back in. Maybe he would cool off and come back. Maybe you would get a lift. Who knows… “Even if I have to give some lucky bastard a blow job, I'll get home” you thought.
Back at the bar you ordered a drink. You are a gorgeous woman. Pretty face, sexy legs shown off in a short (but tasteful) dress. And beautiful big boobs. Your boobs always get your noticed. They are shapely and firm and You aren’t afraid to make the best of them. Naturally it wasn't too long before you got into conversation with a couple of guys at the bar. They couldn't have been more than 21, and to be honest, a young stud sounded pretty good right about now. But they bought your a drink and you thought you might be able to persuade them to take your home.
They asked your to dance and they moved out to the floor. They danced either side of your and it wasn't long before they were brushing against you. Their hands brushed your hips then they moved closer and were dancing up against your. One in front, one behind. They were up pressing into your. The music was pounding and you could feel their hot hands on your body and their breath on your face and neck. The one behind clasped your boobs and the one in front bent to kiss your. As his lips touched hers you felt his hand move up your leg…The inside of your leg. Your dress was being pushed up between your legs and his tongue was pushing between your lips.
Suddenly you felt panic. These guys clearly thought they were on to an easy thing. Had they played their card right they might have gotten somewhere but this behavior was un-acceptable. At first your protest were muffled and your kisser obviously took them as moans of encouragement. You had to get them off. You started to twist away but they held your firmly between them. Then in desperation you bit the tongue and lip of the guy kissing your.
That got him off he stepped back and issued a stream of curses. His friend now had you's arms held back against your sides. They were angry. The one you had bitten stepped forward. You didn't catch what he said only the words “…fucking bitch….” Then he slapped your hard across the face.
There was a great commotion and the guys were pulled from your by a couple of larger older guys. There was a brief scuffle and you was aware of being steered away. There were three or four, no five, perhaps more guys around your. There was lots of excited talk. Slowly you realised that you had been rescued by these guys.
You was given a glass of water and was now sitting at a table. They explained that they had seen what was happening on the dance floor and when it became clear that you was having a problem they intervened. You thanked them and then you all got to talking some more. You found out that they were on a road trip to the sunny beaches of Mexico. They were from all over the Mid-West and had just graduated from college together. They had a large touring van. They asked if you were here alone. You explained what had happened and that you was stranded. After some discussion it was agreed that they would drop your off. It was more or less en route.
You was delighted to have found such nice guys and accepted the lift and the offer of a drink. They guys introduce themselves but you remembers very few of the names. They continue to talk and laugh and drink until late. Then it is suggested they go.
You feel very tipsy as they make their way to the bus. You also feels strangely naughty, like a young co-ed hanging with the frat boys. There is something bold and slightly sluttish about being the only woman with all these men. How many? You weren't really sure... Was it 7 or was it 8?
You are aware that you has been flirting outrageously. Some of them really are very good looking and you has been resting your hand innocently on a leg or two as they talk. You danced with a few of them and couldn't help notice the bulges in the front of some of their jeans. And you didn't have any reason to think they were excited! After all its only a bit of harmless fun. They are nice guys. They all probably have girlfriends or some sort of significant other at home. You feel sure you are quite safe in their company.
On the van (RV) you were in for a bit of a shock. 'van' is hardly the right word for it. It is one of those luxury touring coaches with long, curving sofa type seats. Very plush, with soft lighting. They steer your to the back to where there is a large round sofa with a large circular footstool in the centre. They sit around and you finds herself on this big seat with about six of the guys. Some others are in a second ring of sofa and the rest in some large comfy looking arm chairs at the front.
They get underway and You realises you is next to one of the very cute guys. You knows by now that he was one of the ones who tackled the guys earlier. 'Oh I forgot to say thank you for rescuing me,' you says leaning close to almost whisper in his ear. He looks into your eyes and you can feel a little surge of excitement. He is so gorgeous. 'I am sure you did already,' he responds smiling.
You is almost overwhelmed with the situation. This lovely man. The booze. The gentle rocking motion of the coach. You can hardly recall what made the next words pop out of your mouth. 'No. I mean to thank you properly. You know like when the hero saves the girl you always kisses him' You is very close to him now. Your faces just an inch apart. You look into each others eyes and then you move in for the kiss together. Soft lips, warm tongues, you kiss him passionately for a few moments.
As you two break apart there is a silence then some laughter. Both You and the guy seem embarrassed. But then the awkwardness is lifted when the guy to your right says 'I helped too.'
You smiles and there is soft laughter all around as you turns to kiss him too. Not just so passionately this time, but still a meaningful kiss, not just a peck. Another is waiting when you stop and you kiss him too. The three guys you has kissed are now to either side and in front of you. You’re breathing is slightly faster. You looks from one smiling face to another. Not only are the three guys closest to your looking but the other are too. You realise that this is one of those moments of decision you could either…
A: Brush them off, laugh and make light of the situation and have them drop you off at home. In which case you’d have a nightcap and goes to bed. Where you would no doubtedly finger your horny little pussy as you think about all the cocks that you could have had tonight. Or…
B: You could have them all.
The pause continues and you look from face to face. They are studying you closely, watching for a sign, a nod, any indication of submission. But you can't. There are too many. How many? 3 here. The same over there. Perhaps 2 or 3 again at the front. Would they all want you. Of course they would. They're men aren't they. Could you do it?
No. For fucks' sake. You start to think your a slut just for considering it. But what a fantasy situation. A girl doesn't get into this kind of situation very often. Some of these guys are real hunks. Big. With big dicks, no doubt. Christ, what to do?!? Laugh it off... Have another drink and get home un-molested. Or get completly fucked, teach that bastard cunt of a boyfriend a lesson for leaving you. If you fucked all of them that would be more men that he's had women. Now that would teach him. “No. Don't be so sluttish”, you thinks to yourself.
All of this went through your head in a flash. But it seemed like an age. The guys were still waiting for a response a sign. You looked to your left. The really cute guy was looking back at your intensely. His sexy eyes penetrating your. If you hadn't looked at him at that moment it probably would have ended there. It was then that the guy in font of your put his hands on your knees. May be you did yield a little. Maybe you did weaken just a tad. Or maybe he just read the situation and played his hand. Either way he moved his hands up your legs just a fraction. You heard the erotic rasp of your nylons and his fingers just passed the hem of your dress. You was looking into those eyes. Lost in desire. Your muscles relaxed just slightly and you heard herself breathe out the words “Yes… Do it. Do what you want to me. Do what you want,all of you…”
