When Authors Attack

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The three hour drive to the city was well worth the end. I was meeting with two of my fellow authors for a drink after two years of talking at each other over the forum boards. We figured we knew each other well enough to know that we weren't going to be axe-murdered (we hoped) and that we'd probably have a hell of a time.

I came into the place, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt; it's what I always wear if I can help it. I was told to wear my Hard Rock Café shirt from Keflavek, Iceland with the knowledge that the odds of two of those being in the same bar would be rare as hell. I was looking for Megan, who was to be in a white top and jeans, and Kate, who would be wearing a skirt and a blue top.

They spotted me standing almost head and shoulders over the rest of the patrons before I saw them and waved me over. A goofy grin that I couldn't get rid of crossed my face and I made it to the table only to be almost tackled by both girls at once.

"Holy shit, you are tall!" Kate said, giggling. I saw by the look of the table that they had started without me.

"And strong," purred Megan, her hands running up and down my back. They each gave me a kiss on the cheek and they broke away, leading me to a seat at their table. I flagged a waitress over and ordered my customary glass of Jack (no water, no ice, and no coke) and a Gin and Tonic with whatever good Gin they had.

"I told you it would be easy to get him drunk," Megan said with a wink. Kate looked at me and wet her lips.

"So, how were your trips?" I asked, still unable to stop smiling. They were both sexier than I figured they'd be, but different than the mental pictures I had of them, no matter how good they described themselves or how many pictures I'd seen. Kate had light brown hair and an angelic face. It was hard to tell what color her eyes were in the dim light of the bar, but she had told me that they are green. Her body matched her face, curvy in all the right places, but concealed neatly in her attractive top and her dark skirt. I couldn't help but notice it left a long expanse of thigh open. Megan, on the other hand, was about 2 inches shorter, probably 5'4", and had a less maintained, but just as sexy body. She'd had some kids and not gotten all of the weight worked back off, but she carried it well and she, too, had a nice set of curves on her. I was interrupted in my ogling by the answer to my question.

"Long, boring," they both said at once, looked at each other and giggled. We made small talk until my drinks arrived. The waitress handed me the Jack and didn't even have the G&T set on the table before I drank the whiskey. I held up the glass and dug 10 bucks out of my back pocket for the drinks and a tip.

"Take it easy there, Tiger," Megan said, watching me wipe the corners of my mouth. "No need to get hammered," she spoke again, almost concerned.

"Don't worry about it, just warming up the liver," I said and wiped my mouth and goatee with a napkin the waitress had given me. They both shook their heads and sighed, mumbling something about "Boys" and we all started talking. Inevitably we started talking about Literotica and the people there. Mostly, however, we talked about the stories.

"What I don't get," I said, taking a short pause to take a drink of my first Guinness for the night, "is how many of these things listed as 'true stories' are so damn unreasonable. Girls with 54DDD chests and people running around in public almost completely naked; what the hell is that? Sure, those girls exist, but not in the other proportions the authors list. And the naked thing? We have cops for a reason, and public nudity is one of them," I said, flourishing my bottle before taking another drink.

"Oh come on, Bran, it's not like you've never been naked in public before. Besides, what about your story about the girl on the way back to college!" Megan said, a little more than tipsy from the beers she'd had.

"That was almost true. Almost. Nothing ever actually happened, though we both wanted it to."

"Yeah, and it's not like you've never been naked in public before, either!" Kate said, taking a handful of popcorn.

"Yeah, I've had sex in a public park, at a lake, under a dock, on a kiddy-slide..." I started to respond.

"A kiddy-slide? You sick bastard!" Megan half-hollered through a laugh, her voice getting lost to the other patrons over the din of the bar.

"Hey," I started, shaking my finger, "I didn't make her cum that much," I said, pausing again to drink the rest of my extra-stout. "Besides, it rained like a bitch that night...it should have been clean by morning when the kids used it."

"Should," Kate said, almost laughing. I shrugged and smiled.

"What else have you done?" Megan asked, waving the waitress over to the table for another round.

"Well, I've had sex while driving a car once or twice, parked car three times, and miles upon miles of road head has been gotten," I recalled, ticking memories off on my fingers. "Oh yeah, almost forgot, I've fingered almost every girlfriend I've had to at least one orgasm in movie theaters."

"Holy shit, right there in the theater?" Megan said, the surprise and the alcohol cracking her voice.

"Mmmm, I love the theater," Kate said, her eyes partially glazing as she strolled through some alcohol-clouded memory. I couldn't help but notice her nipples starting to harden.

"Yep. Theaters are the best place! It's quiet except for the movie, so you have to be quiet, and it's exciting at the same time because she might be cuming around 100 strangers. Besides, you can't tell me you two have never either jerked off a guy or given a guy a blow job in a theater before..."

"Who, me?" Kate asked sheepishly. We hadn't noticed our waitress had arrived, and much to my surprise she wasn't even batting an eye at our conversation. I held up my empty, as did the girls.

"Another each, please," I said softly. The waitress made the short journey to the bar, my eyes glued to her tight ass that had been poured into her jean-shorts. I swear that ass wasn't as good when I got here, and I know those shorts were somehow getting shorter.

"I managed to have sex with my ex-husband on a bus, does that count?" Megan said, watching the waitress walk back with our beers.

"Uh, yeah, I'll have to count that," I said, ogling Megan, imagining her sitting on her husband's lap, her skirt bunched up around her hips and them softly rocking to the motions of the bus. My cock started coming to life in my pants.

"All of those places are dark and have poor visibility, though," Kate said, getting a few dollars out of her purse for the beers. "I mean it's like this place. It's dark, it's not too crowded, but there's people everywhere. It's almost like cheating to start stripping in here," she said and took a swallow of her MGD. "Besides, it's like you said, people don't really get that naked in public."

"You sound upset about that," I said, that goofy-ass smile returning to my face. "What do you think, Megan? Does that sound upset?" Megan nodded, setting her elbows on the table and linking her fingers together so she could rest her chin.

"Definitely. Sounds like our little Kate is into doing thing a little more daring than just giving a guy head in public."

"Kinda what I was thinking," I said. The smile had stretched into a full fledged grin. Kate shifted her gaze between the two of us quickly and we all cracked up.

"Hey now..." Kate said when Megan's and my eyes returned to her. She wet her lips nervously and took a quick swallow of her beer. "What did you two have in mind?" she asked, grinning deviously. I felt a surge go through my body, my dick instantly hard with the thoughts of this little vixen doing all kinds of things right here in the bar. I looked at Kate and her eyes were practically glazed as she drank in Megan's body. I could tell she was thinking almost what I was thinking, and she had flushed with the heat of those thoughts mixing with the alcohol. Kate turned and looked at me.

"What's first, Darkness?" she asked, calling me by my pen-name instead of my real name for the first time.

"Panties," I said, my gaze not breaking from Megan. "Take stand up and take 'em off right here." Megan rolled her eyes.

"That's not very daring," she said and stood up. She hiked her skirt up, not quite over her hips, and reached under the barest amount of fabric that would still be covering her pussy to pull a red lace thong off. She peeled it down her legs, her bare ass brushing against the wall behind her. The thong was stepped out of and sat in the middle of the table. Kate sat back down and held her hands out with her head cocked. "Is that all you two have, I expected more...I really did," she said, taunting us.

"Bra, too, hon. On the table," Megan said, her eyes still drinking in Kate's body. Megan looked at her and blew her a kiss. Megan caught it and rubbed it on her inner thigh, her eyes glazing over a little more and still not leaving Kate's body.

Kate stood up again, and unfastened her bra. She pulled one arm through her shirt and pushed it right back out, then reached into her other sleeve and pulled the bra out. She even went so far as to swing it around her head a few times while humping against the air like a stripper before sitting back down.

Her eyes moved slowly around the room, looking at the various groups of patrons. None of the eyes were flashed back to her in anything beyond a fleeting glance. No one saw this gorgeous woman stripping in the bar, no one cared if they did see it.

"See, like I said, it's like cheat..." she said, her voice trailing off. I could see her begin to flush with excitement in the dim lights, her breathing coming quicker than before.

"Buttons on the blouse, undo them," I interrupted, my heart pounding, cock throbbing, and mind racing. I couldn't believe that this little sex kitten was actually doing this in the bar.

"How..." she began. I was about to speak, but it was Megan that cut Kate off this time.

"All of them," she said, looking at the red thong and matching bra on the table, then back to our rapidly stripping friend. Megan nodded, wetting her excited lips.

She leaned forward, her elbow on the table, her chin on her fist. Her other hand started slowly popping blouse buttons until she pulled her shirt up out of her skirt and popped the last two as well. Her shirt flopped open, bathing both her free-hanging breasts in shadow and dim bar light, her nipples just shadows on her pendulous tits.

Kate and I drank in the scene and we both licked our lips. My dick was almost jumping in my pants, wanting to get under that skirt and in her undoubtedly wet pussy or better yet, sit in front of her and get a nice titty-fuck in the middle of the bar.

"I think that's as naked as she can get without being too obvious," Kate said, looking around, trying to keep her cool. She was breathing quickly, her eyes were devouring the creamy flesh that had been uncovered as well.

"Yup. Just what I was thinking. That and I was thinking something else," I said, taking a swig out of my rapidly warming beer.

"What's that? Thinking about jumping her right here in the bar?" Kate asked. Megan looked at me and wiggled her eyebrows. I felt her leg brush against mine and I knew the other one wasn't anywhere near. I looked under the table and she was spread wide open, the only thing blocking the view of her pussy to most of the bar was the fact that Kate was right across from her.

"Well yeah, that. But that's not it," I said, taking another pull of the bottle. "I was thinking that you're way too sexy to not be doing this, too."

"But I'm wearing jeans, and a t-shirt, and besides, I'd have to..." Kate started. Megan cut her off this time.

"Bra. Table. Now."

Kate looked between the two of us and sighed deeply. "Well, why the hell not?" she giggled, her face blushing with a smile. After standing, she pulled her bra off through her shirt and flopped it on the table, the black lace looking like a hole in the universe in the low light. She sat back down and I noticed her nipples were erect again time. They were fairly long, pretty big around, and in a word, suckable. I felt my mouth water at the thought. I could just imagine my lips locked around her tit, my hands gently mauling both of her tits, stroking, sucking, and licking until she came, right here in front of 50 strangers.

"Panties. Table. Now," Megan said sitting back, propping a leg up on the chair next to her. If her skirt hadn't already ridden all the way up over her thighs, it just did. Kate looked a little concerned, her eyebrows knitting into confusion. I couldn't help but look and see her fingers softly stroking her lips, occasionally ducking inside her glistening fold to molest her clit or to delve inside her juicing cunt.

"But," she said standing up, snapping her jeans against her body.

"I took mine off, and he's next," Megan said, cocking a thumb my way. "Take your panties off and put them on the table. No cutting them off either, hon. Take your pants off and take your panties off. It's your call of whether or not to put your pants back on," Megan continued. I couldn't believe this was happening. I looked around the bar quickly and not a single head was turned our way, not a damn one. I had to wonder how many times this actually happens in public and no one notices. Here we had two sexy little things baring everything, and the show for 50 was a show for 3.

How lucky can you get?

Kate stood up and walked to Megan's side of the table, swinging her hips sexily and popping buttons on her button fly as she walked. Her hips moved enchantingly to her own music and when she was beside Megan, she slid her pants off, sitting at the same time. I followed her down, looking over the edge of the table to see her bare thighs on the other side of Megan, who was watching as intently as I was. Kate bent over to get her shoes off, and I took the opportunity to soak in the image of a very nearly naked Megan.

Her blouse had opened more, exposing every inch of flesh from nipple to nipple, but left those hidden. It looked like the hem had caught on them, each nipple making its own blue tent on her chest. Her breath was coming quickly, her diaphragm flexing, moving those delectable globes of flesh, threatening and promising to open that expanse of skin even farther. Megan looked at me staring at her and licked her lips, then she turned her gaze to Kate, and I looked down, watching her idly fondle her bare pussy, just concealed by the table from the rest of the bar.

Kate sat back up and she didn't pull her pants up. I saw them balled up on the floor, next to her shoes. Megan leaned over her lap, and reached under the table. Her right hand rested on the chair between Kate's thighs, her pinky finger tickling the freshly exposed pussy. Kate jumped a little and Megan came back up, Kate's lacy panties in tow. I looked over at the two half-naked women and noticed some rapidly fading teeth marks in Kate's thigh.

"She bit me," Kate pouted. I shrugged.

"What do you want me to do about it?" I asked, my cock trying to rip my jeans apart to get free. Kate seemed to think for a split second, and I drained the rest of my beer.

"Bite her back," Kate said playfully. Megan extended her hand daintily and held it with a limp wrist for me to nibble.

"Not what I had in mind," I said and after looking around quickly, I ducked under the table.

"Hey, I.....Oooooh," Megan started to say, finishing with a moan as my tongue parted her wet lips. She pulled her and out and braced herself against the table, sucking her breath in sharply as my lips locked around her clit. My tongue flicked it for all it was worth and I could feel her tense up, her pussy getting wetter by the second.

"Hey, don't make her cum," I heard and felt a slap on the top of my head.

"She hit me," I pouted, imitating Kate just long enough to stop eating the furburger before me. I looked up at Megan and she looked down at me. I saw her raise her hand and then I heard the sharp pop of her fingers against Kate's pussy. I sucked extra hard on her clit and she bit her lip to not scream. I rush of her juice filled my goatee and I greedily sucked the rest of her cum up from her box before crawling back out from under the table. I sat back down and Kate spread her legs, resulting in another pussy spanking from Megan.

"Oooh," she moaned quietly. "What was that for?" she purred, her eyes smoldering.

"That was for biting me, you twat," giggled Megan.

"I'll have to do it...." Kate started, only to be cut off by a third pussy spanking. I could hear this one splatter. "More..." she finished. I didn't know if she was asking or trying to complete her sentence, but she was cut off by a fourth slap. Kate started to convulse and I heard her pussy clench hard enough to squirt her cum. Megan slapped her pussy again and this time rubbed Kate's quivering clit, making another wet, sloppy gush of cum shoot from her cunt. A fifth slap was heard loud enough that it should have attracted other customers, but they were all still paying attention to their own little words, completely unaware that this tight little brunette was hitting multiple orgasms at the hand of her friend. How Kate wasn't moaning or screaming or something through all of this, I didn't know. Her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were either bugging out or held behind tightly clenched lids, but not a sound was made. A sixth spanking caused Kate's legs to snap shut, Megan barely retrieving her hand before it was trapped.

Kate folded forward, resting her quivering body on the table. Megan and I watched, I stroking my dick through my jeans, Megan fingering herself vigorously, both of us trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible.

Kate sat up and took in a deep ragged breath. She leaned over and kissed Megan lightly on the lips, Megan ran her cum covered hand down Kate's cheek. Both girls giggled when the kiss broke.

"Oh my God, I haven't cum like that for ages!" Kate said, leaning back limply in the seat.

"I know, hon. I know," Megan said and looked at me. "You haven't cum yet, have you Bran?"

"Not yet."

"We should fix that," both girls said at once. They both slid under the table and I felt four hands scrambling against my dick standing up along my thigh like a mountain chain and against my fly, trying to get it down. Finally, the fabric was pulled free and my dick was fished out, to be devoured by roving hands and mouths. My cock was jumping, and from their ministrations of lips, tongues, mouths, and fingers over my rapidly soaking saliva coated rod, I knew I wouldn't last long. My head wobbled and my eyes rolled shut, my hands gluing themselves to the table so I wouldn't fall backward. My breath came in sharp ragged gasps.

"Sir, excuse me," I heard a voice. My eyes pried themselves open to look straight at the barmaid's tits. I forced them to stay open and my eyes traveled up her body, soaking in the skin exposed at her neck line and then her angry face, and eyes staring down that the two bobbling, sucking heads in my lap. Silence took me. The only thing I heard was my heart hammering in my ears, the lips on my cock sucking greedily, and the soft cooing moans of the two working my dick like a sloppy, dirty lollypop.

"Yessss?" I hissed out, more in response to the lips locked on my balls and cock than the barmaid.

"Get the fuck out," she said flatly and pointed toward the door. I looked and bouncers had their eyes fixed on the barmaid, ready to move in if she motioned for them. I nodded and tapped the heads of the girls in my lap.

"We've outstayed our welcome," I whispered, Kate's hand still pumping madly on my dick as two sets of puppy dog eyes looked up at me. They both pouted, but they crawled out from under the table, laughing drunkenly as they exposed themselves several times in the process. Between the barmaid, the girls laughing, and the approaching bouncers, we now had the attention of several of the patrons in the bar.