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Authors name: Jake (Jaker555@aol.com)
Story title : Trish's Night
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Trish's Night (MF, voy, nc, college)
by Jake (Jaker555@aol.com)
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A College girl is molested in a club.
This is a story I never planned to tell, but some good
friends, and one of the main players in this story have
talked me into telling. In 1997 I was 22 years old, and a
student at a University in Chicago. Ever since I had turned
21, my passion was going to small Blues Clubs, and hearing
the real thing. I became very familiar with many of the
small out of the way, non-tourist clubs in Chicago, where
real Blues was played.
At about this time I started having a serious relationship
with a girl named Trish. Trish was also a student at my
school. She was from a small town in Southern Illinois. At
18 years old, Trish looked like the perfect girl next door.
She was 5' 6", shoulder length natural blond hair (very
straight), green eyes, and a very athletic 34-22-36 body.
Trish had beautiful bright white teeth that looked they
just stepped out of a Crest toothpaste commercial.
While Trish shared my love of Blues, she was not quite as
devoted as me. Also, at 18 she couldn't get into the clubs
that I liked. We dated, went to movies, concerts, plays,
and museums. We usually ended up at my apartment for long
sex sessions, although Trish almost never stayed the whole
night. Our sex life was great as far as I was concerned,
and included oral, but never anal. While sex was great, we
led a pretty straight life, nothing very exotic.
After we had been together about 6 or 7 months, Trish was
able to obtain a high quality fake ID. She had wanted to go
to some of the Blues Clubs with me for some time, and now
she would be able. The first Friday night after Trish got
the ID, we went to a club in the North side of Chicago. I
know this place as having a racially mixed crowd, and had
never seen any trouble there. We arrived about 11:45 that
night. Trish and I sat at a small wooden table against the
wall. It was dark, smoky, and there was a five-piece band
playing great music.
We had been there for about 2 hours. Both Trish and I had
each had maybe 3 or 4 beers, nothing stronger. All of a
sudden these two black guys in their late twenties asked if
they could sit at our table. Before I could answer, they
pulled up two chairs and sat down on the other side of
Trish. They started to make small talk about the music, and
the one closest to Trish told her how good-looking he
thought she was. They had introduced themselves as Bill and
Al. Al, who was sitting next to Trish suddenly put his arm
around her.
Without looking at me, Al said, I am going to kiss your
girlfriend, I'm going to touch her, and you're going to sit
quietly and not say a word. Bill moved over to my other
side, and held my arm by the bicep so hard that I was in
pain. Al looked at Trish, and said OK honey, don't fight
me, and don't make a scene. With that he leaned over and
started to kiss her. I saw Al open his mouth, and I saw
Trish respond. They were in this slow French kiss, as Al
started to feel her breasts through her dress. Trish was
wearing a short dress, with a scarf on top. While it didn't
seem flimsy before, it seemed like nothing now.
As the kiss continued, Al put one of his hands under
Trish's dress. I watched as he moved her thong panties to
the side, and started to finger her pussy. Trish was
quietly moaning, and her bottom was starting to move in
rhythm to Al's finger. I could hear Bill chuckle in my ear
as he said that's one fine pussy, I can't wait to get my
turn. It was so dark; that it didn't seem like anyone at
any other table noticed what was going on at ours. For
about fifteen minuets this guy Al just kissed and finger
fucked my girlfriend. I could see the black skin of his
hand getting slick with her juices.
Finally, Al stopped. He put his hand up the back of her
dress, and undid her bra. He kept starring at her as his
hand worked her nipples. Her dress was up high enough so
that you could see her blond pussy hair, as this man rubbed
her tits. Bill let go of my arm, and said, Man this bitch
is going blow me, right here, right now in this club. He
switched chairs with Al. Al looked at me, smiled, and said,
you're doing alright, just keep your mouth shut. I watched
as Bill French kissed Trish, gave her a quick finger, and
gently lowered her to the floor. With his back to the room,
Bill undid his pants, slightly spread his legs, and put his
prick in Trish's mouth.
I could hear Bill come, and I could see Trish struggle to
swallow it all. Bill then sat her back up, and zipped up
his pants. He lifted her slightly, took off her panties,
and with a quick sniff put them in his pocket. He smoothed
out her dress, grabbing each tit as he did it. Al then
turned to me and said that I could call the cops if I
wanted, but nothing good would come of that. He said you
and your lady should just quickly leave here and chalk this
up to experience. I looked at Trish, and she was just kind
of stunned. She said lets just go home.
I supported Trish as we walked out of the club. My car was
parked about a block away. I asked Trish What she wanted to
do, and she said, there's nothing to do, just take me home.
Things were never the same between us after that. We never
made love again, although we stayed good friends. Neither
one of us ever mentioned what happed that night until about
3 months ago.
We were watching TV at my house. That is me, my wife Beth,
and Trish and her fiance Arthur. A quiz show was on, and
one of the contestants was Bill. Trish and I looked at each
other, and both knew that each had recognized him. Arthur
must have caught the vibes, and asked what was going on.
Trish than said, remember the Blues Club story I've told
you, that guy on TV is one of the guys. Beth asked what we
were talking about, and Trish told her the entire story.
Now in all of these years, as many times as I've thought
about that night, I had never heard it told from Trish's
point of view. She made it into an exciting encounter. She
talked about how sexy it had been, and how turned on she
had gotten. Arthur said, that story is our favorite
fantasy; we act it out all of the time. Trish than
suggested that I write up what happened and send it into
some Internet sites. So this is it, except for one more
item. Beth had me buy a Black Dildo, and she uses it every
time I tell her this story, and she likes to hear it a lot.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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