'New Year's Eve and Suzy' {Wendi} ( real cd tg bd anal inc enem MM M^M F^M )
As if I didn't have enough fun in the last year, I found the most wonderful sleazy biker bar in which to ring in the New Year. I entered the 'disestablishment' around 9 PM, planted my sexy ass on a lone bar stool, and was immediately surrounded by a whole plethora of assorted males and females wanting to buy me a drink. I was still a teeny bit tipsy from my afternoon aperitifs, but I ordered a double Amaretto neat, anyway. Everyone took me for just another middle-aged broad on the prowl for some strange stuff, except for this woman who paid for my first drink. It turned out that 'she' was also in drag, and so was able to ferret me out. After another double, I was well on my way to La-La Land, and I danced a few close slow dances with 'Suzy.'
I correctly guessed that Suzy was in her early forties, and was quite a 'looker.' She had wavy coal-black hair that cascaded over her shoulders, and had a body and legs to kill for. Her breasts were a good 36-C - much larger than my A/B cups. She wore red '70's-style hot pants over black fishnet pantyhose, and her calves were encased in black leather boots with four-inch stiletto heels. She topped the ensemble off with a very low-cut white silk blouse, which showed off her ample cleavage, and deep purple bolero jacket.
I didn't look too awful bad, myself, for a 'girl' in her late forties. My shoulder-length medium-brown hair just glistened. I wore a rather short black leather skirt over red nylon thigh highs, and black square-toed cloggy boots with three-inch heels covering my ankles. I sported a long-sleeved red satin blouse with ruffled cuffs that protruded out under those of my black leather-look shorty jacket.
We were two unattached, half-drunk slutty-looking broads in a bar full of biker boys and babes on New Year's Eve.
I distinctly remember Suzy and me sucking a goodly number of cocks right there at the bar. We just went down the line as fly after fly were unzipped and hard cocks stood out, ready and waiting. There were sooo many lovely sizes and shapes. Their broads hooted and cheered us on as we serviced them, and we got to eat a few steamy cunts, too.
One hairy hunk sat down next to Suzy and began to feel her up. I saw her trying to keep his hand away from her crotch, but his brute strength was no match for her, and he eventually grabbed her between her legs.
"Motherfucker!" he shouted. "This one's no fucking broad. It's a goddamn he-she! We're going to ring in the New Year right, this year!"
A mob was now congregating around Suzy, squeezing her and felling up her 'clitty' and her ample ass and breasts.
"What about this one?" said one of the biker broads, motioning toward me. "She was gobbling ev'rybody, too. Wonder what she's got between HER legs!"
With that, her boyfriend (?) grabbed me and ran his meaty paw up under my skirt.
"We got another one, here, guys!" he yelled out, "and she ain't got no panties!" causing another bunch to gather around and began mauling me.
"Don't hurt us!" I cried. "Suzy and I will put out for you. Won't we, Suze?"
"Oh, God, yes, Wendi!" exclaimed Suzy. "We'll do anything you want. ANYTHING!!!"
"Looks like you queers aren't going to have much to say about it, anyway," said the guy who first grabbed Suzy's 'clit,' and whose name happened to be 'Joe.' We're all going to have a fucking good time, tonight."
This guy named 'Moose' pulled my blouse up out of my skirt and put his hand under it, feeling my breasts.
"This one's hardly got anything topside," he said, tearing open my blouse and exposing my chest for all to see.
"That's okay," laughed Joe. "We're going to be working over something else, anyway!"
"C'mon, Wendi or whatever the fuck your name is," said Moose as he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me toward the back room. "It's time for you and Suzy to 'entertain' us."
Joe and another guy were 'ushering' Suzy toward the back room, too. Her blouse was also torn open, and her lacy black bra was pulled up and over her tits. Her 'escorts' were each feeling up each of her boobs. They took her over to the far side of the pool table that filled the center of the room, and yanked her hot pants down and off. Joe pulled out a knife and cut the front waistband of her pantyhose, and then slit down under her crotch and up her ass crack until he sliced clear through the back waistband. Meanwhile, the other guy yanked what was left down her legs to her knees, completely exposing her shapely ass and allowing her now-hard seven-inch clitty to come to full attention.
"Look at that hard on!" exclaimed someone in the growing audience.
My clitty was hard from the time that Moose first squeezed it, and it came into full view when my skirt was roughly removed.
They laughed at my mere five and a half inches.
"Wendi's kinda stubby, Joe!"
"No problem, Moose. That's not the end that's gonna get worked over!"
Joe produced two pair of handcuffs. He secured one to each of Suzy's wrists and pushed her forward over the pool table. Moose then shoved me forward over the other end, and they pulled Suzy's and my arms out in front of us and locked the other end of the shackles to the wrists of my out-stretched extremities. Our asses were now bent over and smiling at cock height.
"You don't have to do this!" I said. "I'll do anything you want and I'm sure that Suzy will, too."
"Oh, my Lord, yes!" said Suzy. Anything! Just don't rape me!"
"We like things a little rough," said Joe, "especially with faggots like you!"
My legs were then pulled apart and my ankles tied to each of the legs on my side of the table. I assumed that Suzy was being treated likewise. We were now both splayed open like a couple of Thanksgiving turkeys waiting to be stuffed. This sort of reminded me of Jodie Foster getting raped in the old roadhouse movie, only here there were two of us.
I then felt my cheeks being spread apart, and something was squirted into my crack and my 'pussy.'
"Better get something to stretch them out a bit, first," I heard someone say, and then I felt something hard and cold being inserted up my rectum.
From past experience, I knew that it was the top of a beer bottle, and after the first twinge of pain, I reveled in the wonderful feeling of the rigid neck massaging my hole. I looked up and across at Suzy, and saw tears in her eyes and a terrified look on her face. I could tell that she was afraid and probably never had been forcibly taken before.
"Just relax and push out like you're about to take a shit, honey," I whispered to my sister-in-drag. "Just like it's a real cock."
She moaned and a dreamy look came over her face, and I knew that she was starting to enjoy it.
I was luxuriating in the warm and thoroughly pleasant glow of having my sphincter stretched, and it uncontrollably clenched the bottle's neck. After I don't know how many thrusts, I could no longer control myself.
My throbbing clitty starting shooting in orgasmic spasms. I couldn't have cared lees as to how large an audience there was. There had to be at least two dozen onlookers, judging by the din in the room.
"Wendi's cumming all over the place," someone said.
"So's Suzy!" yelled somebody else. "See if they'd like something bigger!"
The bottle was pulled out of my cunt with a lewd slurpy popping sound. I then felt something BIG at the entrance to my love canal. It felt smooth and was at about room temperature. I pushed out as I felt it starting to enter me, and it slid all the way in. It was pretty long, whatever it was.
Suzy's eyes were as large as saucers!
"Push out really hard, this time, sweetie," I told her. "You'll get to like it, too."
That long hard instrument continued to be pushed in and out of me. Right up into my colon, I surmised. It applied the most amazing delicious pressure and stimulation to my prostate and bladder, and I uncontrollably ejaculated, again, and then pissed all over.
They now thought that we were both quite ready for their cocks, and the dildos were removed from our twats. They were actually lacquered and rounded club-like pieces of Ash. Both of heads were turned sideways on the table and we were made to suck and lick the pseudo-cocks clean.
Suzy was appalled at having to suck clean what had just been up her ass, but relented after a riding crop was liberally applied across her bare buttocks.
"That's your shit that's on it, so you better get to learn to like its taste," scolded Joe, "or do ya want another taste of the whip?"
"No, no!" yelped Suzy as she industriously licked the dildo clean.
I glanced over and saw both Joe's and Moose's broads jacking them to full erections. My God, they were both nine or ten inches long and fatter than hell! Suzy was in for quite a treat. So was I!
Moose moved behind me and I could feel his enormous know between my cheeks at the entrance to my peter pit. I saw Joe with his hands on Suzy's hips, getting ready to drive her home. These guys liked to play rough, and with the crowd counting, on the count of three, they simultaneously impaled us on their magnificent monuments to manhood.
I winced and groaned at the initial pain, and Suzy cried out in terror.
After several plunges in and out of me, my hips and pelvis, almost with a veritable mind of their own, started gyrating and rotating against Moose's throbbing member. My muscles squeezed around his tool while my restrained body uncontrollably tried to force my greedy ass back against every one of his ferocious inward thrusts. My God, the friction on my prostate was driving me wild. I couldn't stop cumming or pissing. My nuts were empty and aching, but that didn't stop the orgasms!
Suzy's groans had turned to moans of pure pleasure, and she was now enjoying every minute of the action. I could see her hips and ass dancing furiously to the beat of Joe's pounding rhythm and music. I'm sure that she was cumming and pissing as much as I was.
I now felt Moose's appendage grow larger and larger inside me as his lunges became more vicious.
"Harder, baby, harder!" I heard myself call out. "Faster, honey, faster! Oh, God, fuck me, FUCK ME!!!"
Moose's body stiffened and his huge cock flared out even bigger inside my bowels and I felt his hot cum shot again and again up into my colon while his heavy nuts pumped their full load into my tank. I heard myself scream in total ecstasy and I heard Suzy's primeval scream, also. My body went limp as Moose withdrew his organ. Suzy, her hair all disheveled, lay panting across the table.
Our respite was not to last, as now we had to pay homage to the pricks of the rest of the club. Suzy and I must have serviced at least another dozen guys, each. It could have been more. I lost count. Somebody mopped up my piss and cum from the floor, and wisely placed a bucket under my faucet. I don't know whether or not Suzy made as big of a mess.
Cock after cock was shoved into me: filling me full of manjuice. Talk about sloppy seconds. Their combined cum was leaking out of my ass and down the insides of my legs, soiling my stockings and running down into my boots. I just couldn't get enough, now. Even though I was near exhaustion, by sex-crazed body still uncontrollably pranced to the tune of those sex pipes.
It was after the New Year before they were all sated. The year 2005 came in while Suzy and I were still stretched out on the pool table.
I then heard one of the women say, "Let's give a toast to the two new biker sluts!"
I saw two of them standing at the side of the table, thoroughly shaking up a couple of 12-ounce bottles of beer, their thumbs being used as stoppers. They walked behind each of us, and I again felt my cheeks being spread apart. I felt something cold against my rosebud. The neck of the icy bottle was then quickly shoved up my guy-pussy, and a stream of 40-degree suds and liquid was unleashed into my innards. It truly took my breath away and completely filled my bowels. I heard Suzy whimpering loudly and gasping for breath.
Needless to say, this acted as an enema on both of our gastro-intestinal tracts, and everything emptied out of us: cum and feces. It also had the effect of making us quite drunk, as the alcohol content of the beer, however small, was absorbed almost directly into our bloodstreams. I later heard that a man died from an overdose of alcohol after someone 'toasted' him in the same manner with a bottle of Champagne.
"Gross!" one of the women said. "Couldn't even hold it! Make the two 'Cinderellas' clean up their fucking mess!"
Our legs were finally cut loose, and when the handcuffs binding our wrists to one another were released, we both fell to the floor in our filth. We were too drunk to stand by ourselves in our heels, so we were each given a bucket of water and a sponge, and were put to work mopping up the floor on our hands and knees.
We were about to be taken back to the biker's clubhouse to be kept captive as sex slaves when our salvation arrived. It was in the form of a giant hulk of a man named Thomas. He apparently had been in the bar for some time and had witnessed a great deal of the debauchery and our debasement and abuse. He was about six-five and built: another Arnold Schwartzenegger. He knew Suzy.
"That's enough of that shit!" he said. "Let 'em go. They've had enough of your fun and games."
"It's none of your fucking business!" said Joe. "They want to go party with us for a few days."
"I'm making it my business!" replied Thomas. "Now, fuck off!"
The bikers didn't fuck with him. He evidently cleaned some of their clocks in the past. They said nothing more, and Thomas ushered us to a dark booth in the corner.
"I'll stay and see that you girls can get to your cars and get away from these assholes," said Thomas.
"I know that I'm too drunk to drive," I told him, "and I'm pretty sure that Suzy is, too."
"I can't make it home," said Suzy. "It's over 20 miles."
"I only live 2 miles from here," I said. Do you think that you could give us a ride over to my house?"
"I think I can manage that, Wendi. You can pick up your cars tomorrow. They'll be safe, here."
We struggled out in the crisp, first early winter morning of the new year, and got into the back seat of Thomas' car after he spread some blankets over the seat, and then over us as we huddled together in the cold. I told him where I lived and we were there in a few minutes.
He saw us inside, and I told him that we were going to jump in my Jacuzzi.
"Take your clothes off and I'll get in with you and bathe you," said Thomas.
"You don't have to tell me twice," I said, as I lead them to the master bath. "How about you, Suze?"
"I'm with you, dear," she said.
I filled the tub, got the jets going, and we all stepped naked into the luxuriously warm water. Thomas reached for the Passion Flower shampoo and washed our hair. It felt heavenly to have a man do that for me. He then grabbed a wash cloth and the body wash and cleansed Suzy and me, in turn, from our heads to our toes. He had us turn our buts up toward him, and very gently washed and massaged our ravaged little rosebuds. Then he washed and simultaneously massaged our clitties until they got hard, again, and ropes of cum came squirting out. His ten-inch cock got hard while he was ministering to us.
I just couldn't leave him in such a state, so I grabbed his cock in one hand and Suzy's clit in the other, and pulled them, dripping wet, onto my lovely king-size bed in the adjoining room. I took as much of his huge dick into my mouth as I could and started sucking on its purple knob. Suzy, meanwhile, was kissing him deeply on the mouth while she massaged and tweaked his nipples. His pecs were magnificent! I continued to bob up and down on that splendid piece of meat. Suzy sucked on his nipples while she kneaded and massaged his balls. We boosted him up with a couple of pillows under his butt, and I worked my lips slowly over the business end of his cock while a jack the base of it. Suzy somehow managed to get her head between his legs and took his nuts into her mouth. Thomas couldn't hold back any longer. Our combined ministrations took him to the edge and over it. His stiffened and started to buck and grabbed me by my still-wet hair. He lunged upward and forced my mouth down on his dick. I didn't think that I could handle it all, but I did! With Thomas' help, his tool went down into my throat, and I held my breath while a massive torrent of hot cum gushed down my gullet. I pulled my mouth off of him, and Suze and I cuddled the exhausted hunk between us.
Suzy wanted to thank him, now, so she jacked him until he was hard, again, and asked him if he'd mind doing a 69 with her. He said that he'd be more than happy to do a double with her. She scooted halfway up the bed with her head toward the foot. She put a couple of pillows under her head and had Thomas straddle her head. She took his hunk of meat into her mouth while he lowered his head and mouth onto her generous erect clitty. While they were each mouthing each other's shafts, I spread Thomas' marvelous cheeks and exposed his asshole. I blew on it and his whole body shuddered.
Then I licked around it, and finally stuck my tongue into it as far as I could. I darted it in and out, and elicited a shiver from him every time. It tasted sooooo good! Suzy reached up behind her, found my small clit, and started to jerk it.
At long last, Suzy and Thomas began to buck, simultaneously. I held on to Thomas' waist and continued my oral attach on his asshole. Suzy was now yanking on me like there was going to be no tomorrow. We all came together, and collapsed in a heap on the bed.
After we recovered, Thomas said that had to go, so he dressed and bid us adieu. Suzy and I crawled back into bed, cuddled together, each with one hand around the other's clit. That's how we fell asleep.
We awoke after a few hours and pondered what to do. Both of our cars were still parked in the lot outside the bar, and here we were at my house with no means of transportation. It was too cold out to make the two or so mile trek to pick them up.
Suzy was able to get her son, Brian, on his cell phone. He said that he'd be out in an hour.
"How old is your son, Suzy?"
"He's twenty-two."
"Where does he live?"
"With me," said Suzy.
"Isn't that kind of awkward?" I asked. "I mean with you being what you are and all."
"Not at all, dear," she replied. "He's cool with it. In fact, he and some of his buddies fuck his dear old dad, all the time."
"Awesome," I said. "It must be nice to have such a truly loving son. Where's his mother?"
"She and I have been divorced for several years, now," said Suzy. She just couldn't handle my philandering, and my being a transvestite and a transsexual."
I sympathized with her and we chitchatted in nighties until Brian arrived.
"Well, what have you two sluts been up to, last night?" asked Brian.
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you, dear," said Suzy.
"I know you, my slutty father, and I can believe just about anything dealing with you."
"Let me borrow an outfit from Wendi, and then we'll get dressed and you can drive us to get our cars."
"First things first," said Brian. "I'm going to drive both of you 'home' before I do anything else, Daddy, dear. You stayed out all night and I didn't get a piece of your ass, yet, today. Lift your nightie, and bend over!"
Suzy meekly and dutifully pulled the nightie up about her shoulders and bent down over the back of my sofa.
"Just the right height," said Brian, as he dropped his trousers and shorts to the floor, exposing the most incredibly veined and uncut 8-inch cock that had ever seen, and a red bulbous head peeking through the foreskin. "Go get some lube if ya got any and squirt some up his ass."
I ran into the bathroom for my squeeze bottle of K-Y, and when I came out I shot a liberal amount up Suzy's butthole.
"Thanks, dear," said Suzy. "I hate to be such a pain-in-the-ass."
"That's what both of you are going to have in yours after I get through with you, so get outa the way so I can fuck my dad's ass."
I stepped aside and Brian shoved the entire length of his ramrod all the way up his dad's asshole with one horrendous lunges.
"Dear Lord!" cried Suzy. "I thought that I told you to be gentle, son."
"Fuck you, Dad," said Brian. "Shut up and work your muscular magic on my dick."
I watched as son fucked father. I thought it sort of ludicrous. With Suzy's fantastic shape and her big tits, and if not for that 7-inch working clitty and ample nuts hanging down, Brian could have been having anal intercourse with his mother instead of his father.
Every time the son's loins shoved forward, the father's ass moved back to engulf that beautiful cock. They rocked back and forth for several minutes; Brian panting and father, Suzy, gasping, moaning, and groaning. I saw the muscles tighten in Brian's legs and ass and I knew that he was about to cum.
"Here it comes, Daddy, dearest!" said Brian as he began to pump furiously into his poor father's ass.
It lasted like forever!
He pulled out his still-rigid cock, and said to me, "It's your turn, now, Wendi, honey. C'mon. Same position. Dad, get the lube and fix 'er up for me."
I couldn't believe that he could perform, again, so soon, but there he was: hard as hell and standing straight out. I lifted my nightie and bent over the couch. Suzy came running over with the bottle of lube; her son's cum running down her legs. She squeezed a generous amount of the slippery cold jelly into my still-burning asshole. God, did it ever feel good!
Suzy was hardly finished with my lube job when Brian slammed that poker into my guts. I thought it was going to come up into my throat! He pummeled, prodded, and rodded me. Dear heavens, he was rough. By God, I loved it, though. Just the way a whore like me should.
He plunged into my ass time and time and time, again, and I pushed my ass back to meet and please my new girlfriend's son, my rectal muscles squeezing and massaging his prick. He hit every G-spot that I ever had, and in no time I was shooting my load all over the back of my sofa and carpeted floor.
After what seemed like hours of rocking back and forth, he stiffened, flared out, and unloaded another gusher of cum, this time in my ass. It was his second in less than a half-hour. What a stud!!! When he pulled out of me, my legs were so wobbly that I could hardly stand.
"Let's go!" said Brian. "Outside and in my truck."
"We have to get dressed, first, dear," said Suzy.
"NOW! If ya want a ride. Just like you are."
Suzy and I both grabbed our car keys, and ran outside barefooted in the snow-covered driveway, and dressed in just my nighties, and climbed into Brian's pickup.
"What if someone sees us like this when you drop us off?" I said.
"Big fucking deal!" laughed Brian. "From what Dad told me over the phone, those bikers saw a lot more of you guys last night than anybody'd see with you dressed like you are, now."
Brian dropped us off in the parking lot, but we still had to run a short distance to get to our cars. There were a couple of bikers getting out of their ratty cars. They were probably going to drink and watch the New Year's Day football games. I had no idea if they were any of the crew from the night before. There were whistles and howls and catcalls.
"Hey, faggots! Come back to fuck, some more? C'mon, honey! My dick's waitin' for you. You give great blowjobs!"
I guess that they were part of the gang.
Suzy and I drove home, and I just got out of the shower when the phone rang. It was Suzy. She wanted to know if I'd like to move in with her and Brian. It was very tempting; there wouldn't be enough room for all my things and my dogs, there. Maybe faggot father and studly son could move in with me. I'd certainly never want for a piece of ass.
Please feel free to e-mail me, Wendi, at sweetwendi2002@yahoo.com.