What a Weekend!

Okay, Friday sucked.

Remember I said I was going to the stripclub again on Friday to watch Star with her boyfriend and his brother, Leo? Well, we did. I'm very sorry to report that it was boooring. Being there with two other guys kept the customers there away from me, so no free drinks, no constant attention... it sucked. Plus, we only stayed for like an hour or so (we got there at ten). Star asked us to leave, actually! She later told me that Frank (her boyfriend) was in a bad mood, and kept harrassing her for the way she was accepting tips onstage (by draping her legs over guys' shoulders, for instance). He's usually okay with her job, she said, but sometimes he gets jealous. Shrugs.

So, the three of us (me and the brothers) left at around 11:30pm or so. We went back to their house, and they tried to get me into playing some shooter-game on the X-Box. I'm not a big video-game fan, so I didn't have much fun. They smoked pot, but I'm not doing drugs anymore, so I just drank. To make things worse, when Star got home she was *wasted*. So Leo drove me back home at around 3:30am, and I basically just went to sleep. Totally a bummer of a night.

Saturday wasn't much better. I hung out with Paul and Stupidslut (that's my nickname for his girlfriend, btw... and yes, she is officially his girlfriend now). We went out to the movies; my friend Laura came with us. I hadn't seen her in a while so that was cool. The movie was pretty funny (Napolean Dynomite... see it if you haven't!). After that we went out for coffee, then back home.

Yesterday (Sunday), I woke up feeling like this weekend had basically been a bust. I felt bad for the donor (the guy who donated me the money to have fun-- hey, can I say your name, by the way? You know who you are!) because I had spent the rest of his donation, and I really had nothing exciting to report here.

Which is why I'm so glad yesterday happened. What happened Sunday afternoon more than made up for a lackluster Friday and Saturday...

It started this morning with a phone call from Star. She asked if I wanted to go with her to a friend's house to watch football. I said sure, since I had nothing else to do.

She, Frank, and Leo picked me up at about noon. Their friend didn't live very far away, and when we got there, he (I'll call him Chris) and his girlfriend were already watching TV (they live together there). Now, Chris' girlfriend works with Star. Her name is "Pheonix". She's very attractive, but sort of a bitch. She immediately didn't like me... oh, well.

The last person to come over was Chris' co-worker, Mack. Mack and Chris work together with Frank doing construction-- like Frank, both have that blue-collared look to them, but they both seem a bit "thicker" from too much beer and stuff. Anyway, Chris and Pheonix live in a small manufactured home (which is basically a supped up trailer home on the outside, but inside it's pretty nice, actually).

I was totally the youngest person there, and I felt out of the loop for one other big reason, too: I didn't know any of them! I mean, I know Star a little, but let me be honest... she's not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. She's not a total idiot, but she's sort of "Huh?" all the time. As for Leo and Frank, well, I still hardly know them. So I felt totally out of place.

I just sat there and drank while they got high and watched the game, trying to have as much fun as I could. Then at around 4pm, Star and Pheonix left to go to work.

I was surprised by this... I thought they weren't working. But apparently Sundays after the first game are pretty busy at the stripclub, and both Pheonix and Star wanted to make some money. I stayed behind, and now I felt even more awkward: I was the youngest person in the room by far now, plus I was the only girl. It was me, Frank, Leo, Chris, and Mack.

After we were alone, the guys suddenly started giving me lots of attention, though. Especially Leo and Mack. Leo started telling Mack about how I was thinking of getting a job at the stripclub, too, but that I was too nervous and shy. Frank piped in before I could say anything by adding that I thought my boobs were too small.

When I got a chance to speak I started pleading my case: that stripping doesn't give benefits, but I need health care. That I'd be too nervous. That yes, my breasts are too small.

They "booed" all my statements! I was pretty tipsy at this point (not drunk, mind you, but buzzed), and they knew it. However, I'm smart enough to know when someone (or someones) are pandering to me.

"Your tits look great!"

"You'd make a fortune!"

"You're so pretty!"

Lol... I loved the sudden attention, of course, but I knew why they were being so nice. And of course, eventually Leo mentioned how I'd gotten naked for him, Frank, and Star a few nights before. Mack and Chris got jealous, and said that I just had to be fair by getting naked for them, too, now.

Well, the second game of the afternoon had started. Here I was, on my fifth or sixth beer, all these guys staring at me and obviously goading me into stripping for them. Suddenly I had the "fuck it!" thought in my head, and I decided, "Why not?"

It wasn't that interesting, or else I'd go into more detail. Basically I took off all my clothes while they made comments about how I should act more sexy, that sort of thing. After I was nude for them, and I went to get dressed, they scolded me.

"If you're going to be a stripper you have to get used to being naked for guys," Leo said.

I laughed, they laughed. Then I sat back down on the loveseat, still nude. I think they were surprised. I asked for a beer; Leo got one for me, and took a seat to my right. Then, we started watching the next game.

You have to understand-- I wasn't in some total slut-mode, here. I just wanted to have fun. This was exciting! Yes, I was a bit horny. But I wasn't like, so horny that that motivated me to be nude for all these guys. No, I was doing this because I wanted excitement more than anything else. I felt dirty and naughty, such as I hadn't felt in a long, long time. It felt good.

And it got better.

After the first quarter ended, I got up and went to the bathroom. I felt natural being nude now--- the guys made it easy for me, too. When I got back, I suddenly realized how cold I was, without clothes on. So I asked for a blanket.

Chris obliged. He got up from his recliner and came back a minute later with a nice big comforter. Her threw it on me and I tucked myself in-- the guys had seen me naked for long enough not to care that I was covered, now.

We continued to drink and watch the game, and Leo and I shared the blanket together on the loveseat. Mack and Frank were on the couch and Chris was on the recliner.

Anyway, I was in the middle of sipping my beer (a Sam Adams, bottle) when suddenly I felt Leo's hand on my thigh. I didn't bat an eyelash; after all, I'd expected it. He'd been flirting with me since the first night we'd met, and now here I was naked, sharing a blanket with him.

As his hand went between my thighs, I sipped my beer and casually spread my legs for him, and kept my eyes glued to the TV. Everyone else was staring at the game, too, as Leo's finger pressed inside me.

I got wet really quick. I sipped my beer. His warm finger was relentless, and pushed inside me to the knuckle within a moment.

I began to moan. At first, I tried to mask it. I tried to just breathe heavily. But whether from the excitement or the beer, or the realization that I wasn't fooling anybody, I suddenly didn't care. I began to moan, not too loud, but loud enough, as he fingered me beneath the blanket on the loveseat.

It was totally obvious that all the other guys in the room knew what was going on. They knew I was naked, and they could hear me. They knew that Leo's hand was beneath the blanket. It would be clear to a blind man what was happening!

Which is why I suddenly breathed: "You guys don't have to pretend not to be watching us!"

Everyone turned at once to look at me. I knew they'd been watching out of the corner of their eyes; now they were out-and-out staring.

Meanwhile, Leo continued to finger-fuck me. I could barely contain myself!

I suddenly became lost in it, in Leo's touch. Without a thought I threw the blanket covering us to the floor, and began to really writhe and scream as he made me cum, my pussy wet and tight around his finger, Mack and Chris and Frank watching on in stunned amazement.

...but it was one of those orgasms I let myself have, the kind that doesn't truly fulfill me. I wanted more.

Which is why, while the other guys watched on, I smiled and crawled up onto Leo's lap. I took out his cock quickly as I straddled him, then turned my back to him and lowered my pussy onto his hard cock.

His hands grabbed my tits as I began to bounce on his (disappointingly-sized) cock. It kept popping out of me, but I didn't care-- I had already cum. I just wanted attention now.

Oh, God. I fucked him like that in front of three strangers. Hell, he was practically a stranger too. After he came inside me, I let him push me to the floor.

He got a little rough with me at this point. He forced me to my knees and asked Frank if he wanted my ass. Frank agreed. So, to my surprise and not exactly with my consent, Frank fucked my butt. The fact that his girlfriend and I were friends didn't even seem to matter to him.

Mack did me next, in my pussy this time.

I could probably go to the cops and say they raped me. I mean, Leo fingered me. Then I willingly fucked him. But Frank and Mack and Chris? They just fucked me, with no regard at all as to how I felt. It was sort of like, they had planned this, or something. Or rather, that once the opportunity came up, I ceased to be anything but a willing slut to them.

I could probably go to the cops right now. I'm bruised and sore. Their cum is still inside me.

Why don't I? Because it was fucking awesome.

I'll be honest a sec. When Frank did me, it was wierd. I mean, I actually sort of know him. And I definitely know Star, his girlfriend. So I was a little nervous about all that.

When Chris began to fuck me, I began to get scared. I felt I had totally lost control. Plus, I was afraid of Pheonix!

Did I cum during all this? Yes, once or twice. But more than that was the... intensity of my emotions!

I felt so alive! In fact, my only regret is that I did each of them one-at-a-time. Blowjob, pussy. Anal, blowjob.

I wish I'd taken the opportunity to... you know. Have one in each hole. Oh, well.

I am such a slut, aren't I? I sure behaved like one yesterday!

Anyway. After the game was over, I was full of cum (we didn't use condoms, sorry, sorry... I know, bad mistake, but I'm on the pill and they seem clean!) and sort of drunk, and all I wanted to do was go home. Leo drove me home.

He walked me to my bed. Paul wasn't home, so I invited him to sleep with me. He did. We cuddled and I think he fucked me again while I slept, but I can't be sure. Later yesterday evening, he called me and asked if I wanted to have dinner. I agreed, and he brought me to a steakhouse. Basically the topic of conversation was this: Why it's important that I, Shannon, not tell Star about what happened.

Obviously, the other guys were a little worried. I got the impression that Frank was the most worried that I would blab. I assured Leo that I had no intention of doing so.

Later, the two of us met up with Star at a bar. Frank and her were there with Pheonix and Chris; Leo and I joined them and drank a bit (he paid for all my drinks!). It was a little weird hanging out with Star and Pheonix, seeing as I'd just been fucked by their boyfriends earlier that day. But if anything, Pheonix was being nicer to me than she had been that afternoon.

Star mentioned to me, by the way, that there's going to be an "amateur night" at her work on November 1st. She and Pheonix encouraged me to try it. I'm thinking of doing so. I don't know though!

How crazy is all this? I have no regrets, but I feel weird. I can't wait to hang out with my friend Laura tonight-- it'll make me feel more "normal", you know?

Anyway... quite a weekend, huh? :P

-shannon-