Brad's Road Trip Ch. 10

"You're a bastard," she said, smiling.

"Oh, like you didn't enjoy that," I answered.

"I did," she said. "You're a bastard because I want more and you can't give it to me right now."

Right on time, Brooks & Dunn finished their song and rolled into Boot Scootin' Boogie, one of the biggest country line-dancing songs in history. There was no way we'd have been able to keep going. I sniffed the air, and it smelled just like my fingers did. Before anyone could notice it, I whisked Miranda back to our seats.

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Jenny was the first to find me when I got out into the parking lot, my two lady friends in tow. She was a little cautious about them hanging on me, but she came over to me anyway.

"You chase him off?" I asked. Her response was to show me her phone, where she had about 13 missed calls. "Wow. A little obsessed, me thinks."

"Just a bit," she replied. "I just ditched him a few minutes after we talked. I went up in the grass and found some other people to hang out with the rest of the night."

"Poor guy," I said. I did actually feel a little bit bad for him. Not bad enough to do anything about it, but still. Slightly sympathetic.

"Looks like you had a pretty fantastic night," she said.

"He did!" Miranda exclaimed for me. Her face was still positively glowing, I guessed from a mixture of the alcohol and her earlier orgasm.

"What's that on your face?" Jenny asked, raising her hand to touch it. I let her, but it did still hurt.

"A love tap," I said, blowing it off. Miranda was unwilling to let it go at that, though, telling Jenny all the details about the mini-brawl I'd jumped into. Desiree remained quiet, clearly still affected by the alcohol.

"There he is!" I heard a shout, and looked behind and to the right to see the first group of six girls approaching.

"Jesus, Brad," Jenny asked. "How many girls did you pick up today?"

"Pick up? Zero," I replied. "I was nice to..." I trailed off as I started to count. I gave up halfway through. "... a lot."

"I see," Jenny said. Vicki and the curvy Asian girl were the first to make it to me, and instead of a hug, I got simultaneous kisses on the lips from both. Even fairly drunk, I couldn't help but notice their tongues did a fair amount of touching, too. The stocky blonde with the massive boobs gave me a peck on the cheek, as did her rainbow-haired friend.

"Starting to be a little bit of a crowd here," Desiree said, slurring it badly but still speaking clearly enough that we got the gist. She wasn't wrong. I started wondering how I was going to pull this off, when my phone buzzed. It was a text message from Houston.

"Where you at?" he asked. I shot back a simple reply, telling him we were up near the stage. A local band was just about ready to start playing.

A few minutes later, I heard the bevy of women start to murmur and turned to see Sam and Houston working their way through the crowd to join us. When they saw who I was surrounded with, they both let out a little whistle.

"Holy fuck, man," Sam said, not mincing words.

"We figured you had some game with those two," Houston added, pointing at the two girls he'd already met, "but I think you found the 10 hottest girls in the place."

"Why do you think I wanted you guys to come out after?" I asked, bumping fists with both of them. "I needed a couple wingmen."

"Hell, already done that once tonight," Houston said.

"I think this time might be more fun, though," Sam said.

Vicki and her crew instantly inquired about the bruise on my jaw, and I let Sam and Miranda fill them all in. With Miranda a few steps away, Jenny instantly took her place on my right arm, with Desiree still occupying the left.

The band was about average, but since all of us had had at least our share to drink, they were starting to sound about as good as Brooks & Dunn had. I managed to dance with almost every girl in the group at least once, but I mostly stuck with the three who'd been giving me the most attention. Miranda was splitting her time between me and Sam, but Jenny and Desiree really didn't go very far throughout the after party.

They both seemed pretty willing to get frisky right there in the parking lot, but there wasn't as much of a crowd here as there was during the real concert, and I knew there was no way we wouldn't get caught. So, I kept the physical contact R-rated as best I could.

The group of six girls, however, did not. Sure, they all danced with me a little bit, but when it was time to get frisky, almost all of them kept it inside the group. Vicki and Rainbow were the ringleaders, openly groping each other despite the stares of pretty much everyone all around us. As the nearby coolers continued to empty, the other four girls got into the act as well. Only the Asian girl ventured outside the group, letting her hands roam up and down Houston's chest during one song.

The band announced it was their last song, and as the music started, Vicki danced her way over to me.

"What's the plan after this?" she asked.

"You guys look like you've got your own plans," I said, figuring the six of them would probably go back to one of their houses.

"We're that obvious, huh?" she asked.

"Well, you pretty much told me before the concert that I wasn't exactly your type," I grinned. "And the show you're putting on out here has driven that point home pretty fantastically."

"Yeah, things went a little overboard for a minute there," she sheepishly grinned.

"Hey," I said. "I have absolutely no problem with lesbians. I just wish, at least when they're as hot as you six, that you'd let us poor guys get involved every once in a while."

"Who says we don't?" Vicki asked, then stepped up close enough to whisper. "Hell, Brad. Who says we won't tonight?"

I quickly pointed at the green hotel sign, just barely visible a couple blocks away. "That's where I'm headed," I said.

"That's where we're headed too, then," she said, winking and sucking my left earlobe into her mouth for just a second before returning to her friends.

When the song ended, I told everyone else. "My hotel is just a couple blocks away," I said. So as not to be so forward, I added, "I think there's a bar just off the lobby."

I don't think I was fooling anybody, as everybody started to murmur to themselves. Still, it was better than issuing an outright invitation to an orgy.

"Yeah, I don't think anyone here can drive," Sam said. "Might as well walk down

there. Who all's in?"

I knew Vicki's group was going. Desiree was going to go wherever I helped her go, and Miranda seemed almost giddy at the thought of spending more time with both me and Sam. Houston's cocky grin told me all I needed to know about him. That just left Jenny.

"Everybody's going?" she asked me quietly.

"Everyone but you, so far," I answered. Houston, Sam and Miranda chatted with Vicki and her friends while Jenny and I talked. Desiree's head still rested on my shoulder.

"I was more than willing to hang out with you tonight, Brad," Jenny said, the emphasis in her voice leaving little doubt as to what 'hang out' meant. "But I don't know about everyone else being there."

"I'm sure you'll have a good time, Jenny," I replied. "No one's going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. And I promise, I'll make time for just the two of us." I leaned in a little closer to her and whispered in her ear. "Trust me, out of all these girls, you're the one I want the most."

I meant it, too. The Asian girl was the curviest of the bunch, and Miranda's open personality and beautiful face were pretty appealing, too. And the drunk girl laying on my shoulder had one of the tightest bodies God ever created. But Jenny was curvy in all the right places, she was drop-dead gorgeous, she had an excellent body, and her personality was a mystery, which made it all the more alluring. She also possessed a classiness that set her just a little bit above everyone else.

Surprisingly, it was Desiree that sealed the deal.

"Come on," she said, looking directly into Jenny's eyes now. "I promise it'll be worth your while."

She slurred it to all hell, but I could tell Jenny got the meaning. "Let's go," she said.

It wasn't until we stumbled into the lobby at the hotel that common sense reminded me that we might have a problem on our hands.

"I should have thought of this before," I told Sam and Houston, "but I only have one room. It's a pretty big room, but there are 12 of us. With that concert, I doubt there's going to be anything else available."

We looked at the registration desk, where a tall girl with strawberry blonde hair quickly looked down and away from us. I guessed we'd attracted some attention.

"Let me see what I can do," Sam said. "What room are you in?" I told him, and he went up to the counter.

While he was gone, I sat down on a couch with Jenny. We chatted idly for a couple minutes, but when Desiree wanted to sit down with us, Jenny moved up and sat on my lap.

It didn't take me long to get hard, and it didn't take her long to notice.

"Aww," she teased. "Being around all these hot women got you a little flustered?"

"Being with you has me flustered right this second," I said. She tilted her head back to kiss me, and I could taste the tequila on her tongue as it entered my mouth. There was a spark of electricity between us, and we were both gasping for air as we pulled apart. We were surprised to find we had an audience. Desiree was staring at us from the other side of the couch, and Sam was standing next to her grinning.

"You willing to move rooms?" Sam asked. "You guys looked like you were enjoying that, so I was willing to wait."

"And watch," Jenny added.

"And that," Sam said. "So?" he asked, turning his attention back to me.

"What'd she figure out?"

"She got a couple of late cancellations, and she had to move someone who just barely checked in a few minutes ago to a different room. Your room, actually," he said. "So if you can move, we have three rooms with adjoining doors."

"Fuck yeah, I can move," I said. I stood up, pulling Jenny with me. "Three rooms, 12 people. Four per room. That should work."

"Thirteen, actually," he said, looking back at the girl at the desk. "She gets off in 10 minutes."

"Or shortly thereafter," I joked. I shook my head and took the key he held out to me. It had a room number on it. "We'll be right up."

"We?" Sam asked, and I took Jenny's hand.

"Yeah, we," I replied. He chuckled.

"Well, the other people are on their way down right now to get their new keys, then they'll be up to take over your room. I'll get my new friend over there to stall them a little."

"Much appreciated," I said. Jenny and I made out in the elevator, but once we got into the room, she asked the question.

"Why is he going to stall the people coming in here?" Jenny asked.

"So I can do this," I answered, gently lowering her to the floor by the door. I didn't want to ruffle up the bed for the next people. I pulled her green sundress up to find that she had on a matching thong. It was soaked.

"Brad, slow down just a little," she spluttered. "I don't -- oh fuck!"

I pulled her thong to one side and shoved my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could go, wiggling it around a few times before pulling my face back up.

"I'm sorry," I said. "You don't what?"

She answered by pushing my head back down, and I happily went to work, lapping up her juices with my tongue. I wanted to reach under the dress and play with her tits, too, but I figured there would be time for that later.

"Fuck, that feels awesome," she moaned. "Haven't had this done to me in two years."

"Jesus," I said. "Here too? Doesn't anyone in this country know how to please a woman?"

"They might," she said. "I don't let them. Anyway, people are coming. Hurry."

I liked this side of her. She'd decided to throw caution to the wind, I guess. I did as she asked, sucking her clit into my mouth as I pushed a finger into her sopping pussy. Her fingers tightened up on my shoulder, the one Miranda had bit into earlier. When I groaned at the pain, she groaned louder.

"Fuck, Brad," she shouted. "I think I might cum soon."

"Don't think," I stuttered, not pulling my mouth away. "Just do it."

A few seconds later, she was squirming on the floor, thrashing her head from side to side as my tongue pushed her over the edge. I heard voices outside, and quickly got to my feet, pulling a wobbly Jenny up with me.

"Thank you," she said.

"Pleasure was all mine," I replied.

"I meant for the hand up, but yeah, thanks for that, too," she grinned.

I quickly collected my things from the bathroom and stuffed them into my suitcase. We opened the door just as the new guests were about to open it with their key.

"Hey, thanks for switching with us, guys," I said. It was a middle-aged couple, maybe late 40s or early 50s. I wasn't sure what story the clerk had given them, but I laid mine on thick. "We have friends staying here, and they're right next to the room you were in. I hope it wasn't too much trouble."

They smiled and said they were happy to help, and Jenny and I hurried down the hall before they could detect the sex aroma we'd left right at the door.

The clerk had hooked us up with three rooms in a row, at the far end of the top floor of the hotel room. I had the key for the one on the end, and as I opened it, I was instantly glad I'd had the foresight to buy another box of condoms before leaving Pittsburgh.

"Holy fucking shit!" Jenny exclaimed. I couldn't have agreed more. I vaguely remembered walking into the mini-orgy that had been going on in my living room the night before I'd left San Antonio, and the girl who'd walked in with me being similarly shocked. I had some experience with small groups like that, but this would be a first for even me.

"I hope you weren't expecting us to wait for ya," Sam said. He was already down to just his shirt, with Miranda on her knees in front of him swallowing his cock. "Holly gave me keys for all three rooms. Figured you wouldn't mind."

"Nah, man," I said. "How the fuck could I mind?"

Desiree was sitting by herself on the couch, and the Asian girl was licking the skinny Latina girl's boobs as they both sat on the edge of the bed, just a few feet from where Sam was getting one of the loudest blowjobs on record. Everyone else must have been in the other two rooms.

Desiree waved for us to come join her, and while Jenny walked over to her, I stowed my suitcase in the closet and rummaged through it until I found the condoms. When I stood up, the curvaceous Asian girl was standing right in front of me.

"Looking for someone to use those with?" she joked.

"I don't think I'd have to look far," I replied. She was wearing nothing but a pair of tiny red shorts, and her boobs were bigger than average, especially for an Asian woman. She caught me staring, and lifted my chin with her finger.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Jessica."

"Hi, Jessica," I said, and immediately bent down to take one of her nipples in my mouth. Her hand snaked around the back of my neck as I bathed her tits, starting with one and moving to the other, going back and forth until I'd covered every inch.

She pushed me backward into the bathroom and made short work of my cargo shorts. I put one leg up on the edge of the bathtub and held onto the shower rod as she dropped to her knees and fished my cock out.

"Fuck," she moaned, running her hand up and down the whole eight inches. "This is going to feel great."

"You've been with guys before?" I asked.

"Uh, of course," she replied, before a light bulb clicked on. "Oh, our little group? Yeah, we all like women. There's almost no drama, and we never have to worry about getting ourselves off. Most of us like men, too, though. Me probably more than any of the others."

"A hot, open-minded bisexual woman," I sighed. "Fuck the seven wonders of the world. That might be God's most perfect creation."

She giggled. "I haven't been with that many guys, though, and none with this much to offer." With that, she wrapped the head of my cock in her mouth, and the feeling of warm wetness engulfing me made me sigh again. She had long, dark hair, and I wrapped my fingers in it as she started going to town on me.

After a few minutes, I sat down on the closed toilet seat as she continued working on my dick. I was insanely aroused, what with fingering Miranda at the concert, the constant close dancing with Jenny and Desiree at the after party, and then eating Jenny out on the floor a few minutes ago. Still, I was determined to hold out.

"I'm sorry," Jessica said, pulling up off my dick and standing up. "I have to have this thing in me."

"What's to apologize for?" I grinned. "Let me," I said, tugging her forward by the waistband of her shorts. She gasped when I abruptly spun her around and yanked the shorts down, along with her white thong.

"You like?" she asked, wiggling her ass just inches from my face.

"Grab your ankles, and let me show you how much." I swatted her right cheek lightly, enough to get a little yelp out of her, before she bent over. She spread her legs a little bit as she went, and when her ass cheeks parted, I couldn't help but dive right in.

"Ooh!" she squealed as my tongue found her puckered asshole immediately. That hadn't been my target, but I didn't avoid it, either. I licked her from top to bottom again and again, starting at her ass and dragging my tongue slowly down between her labia and spending a few seconds on her clit before making the return trip. When I'd had my fill of that, I wrapped my hands around her thighs and used them as leverage as I buried my face in her pussy. I thrust my tongue in as far as it would go, making sure my closely cropped beard rubbed her clit.

I had every intention of making her cum just with my tongue, but she still wanted something else.

"You do that as well as some women," she gasped as she stood up.

"Really, now?" I grinned.

"I said some," Jessica said, straddling my hips as I grabbed a condom off the sink, where I'd thrown the box. "Not all. But this... I'm guessing you do this better than any woman ever could."

She put her hands on my shoulder and slowly lowered herself onto my cock. As I expected, her pussy was relatively tight, and she was taking her time savoring every inch as it slipped inside her.

"Fuck," she said, inhaling sharply when she finally worked all eight inches inside. "So... fucking... full." Each pause was accompanied by a slight rise and fall of her hips. "So much better than a strap-on."

I was intrigued at that thought. I'd seen two girls use one once before, but hadn't gotten up close and personal with them. I seriously doubted anyone had brought one with them to the concert, though, and I chuckled at the thought.

"What? It is," she reiterated.

"I don't doubt it, Jess," I said, hoping she didn't care that I chopped her name down to one syllable. From the look of bliss on her face as she slowly bounced up and down on my cock, she didn't. "There are some things you just need a man for."

I noticed movement in the doorway, and saw Desiree and Jenny standing there. Jenny's eyes were glued to the junction between Jessica's pussy and my cock, and she was subconsciously licking her lips. Desiree wasn't even that shy, rubbing her own breasts through her shirt.

"We got tired of waiting," Desiree slurred when she saw me looking at them.

"Hell, if they're gonna watch, let's give 'em a show," Jessica said. I knew what she had in mind, so I gripped her right hip with one hand and squeezed her left tit with the other. The next time she leisurely slid up my cock, I forced her down hard. All the breath left her lungs, and one of the two women in the doorway gasped.

"I think you're used to it now, don't you?" I asked Jessica. "So start fucking yourself with my cock."