CHAPTER 35 (2/2)
It stung each time I heard her say it. Worse, each time she said it, she seemed to be getting more worked up and out of breath. The words reminded her of that time in my bedroom when Brad tossed her on my mattress and had his way with her body. The fantasy was driving her insane with horniness and she licked her puffy red lips as she spoke about fucking Brad.
As they passed around the vibrator controller, I assumed it was just another inside joke that I wasn't apart of. Once again, I was completely left out of the entire conversation, sitting alone at the end of the table as the other two boys felt up my girlfriend. I was wishing I'd never agreed to come out. I felt invisible.
Brad had his arm around her shoulder, and Scott decided to get bold and put his hand on her knee. Slowly, he began sliding his hand up and down her leg. None of us could see it under the table, but Vanessa was feeling incredibly horny from all the stimulation and offered no resistance as the boy's hand slid dangerously high up her thigh.
It didn't stop there. Brad noticed the boy's hand and decided to join in. He reached his hand over and put it on Vanessa's other leg. Both boys began rubbing their hand up and down Vanessa's thighs, and the poor girl was horny out of her mind and couldn't help but sitting back in the booth and spreading her legs. She'd already let them each do so much worse, it didn't seem so bad to let them finger her.
The three cheerleaders were sitting back and enjoying the show as Vanessa sat across from them, an arm around each boy's neck, panting as the two hands slid up her thighs. The cheerleaders began chatting with each other as if nothing was happening, drawing attention away from Vanessa and letting her enjoy the moment as Brad's fingers grabbed the vibrator and pulled it out of her messy pussy. He then shoved his own fingers into her snatch, removing them just long enough for Scott to shove his own inside her. Her cunt was still wet and stretched from taking the giant dildo earlier in the day, and soon both boys were shoving their fingers inside her at the same time, making her pant and moan quietly. I knew something odd was going on, but before I could pay any attention to my girlfriend's behavior, I felt Claire's high-heel in my lap! She dug the sole of her shoe into my crotch, watching my face with a smile.
"How's that ass-plug feel, butterboy?" She whispered as I leaned forward in pain, my dicklette straining against the cage as her foot rubbed up and down my crotch. I was cringing from the pain - and the worst part is, when I looked down, I couldn't help but think how sexy Claire's long, smooth legs looked as her heel dug into my balls. I didn't even notice as Brad pulled his fingers out of Vanessa's crotch and put the wet fingers into my girlfriend's lips, making her suck her own juices. "Good slut," he whispered into her ear as he shoved his fingers back between her legs. Scott looked around to make sure nobody was looking, then snuck and grabbed a handful of Vanessa's tits right there at the table, smiling as nobody else noticed.
I was too busy cringing from the pain of Claire's high heels and Victoria and Chelsea were busy gossiping and laughing.
"Okay, let's play a new game now," Victoria announced as if we had no choice (which we really didn't - Victoria was always in command of everything.)
"Truth or dare," Victoria continued, looking around the table slowly as she considered who to ask. "Mmm... Vanessa! Truth or dare?"
"Truth," Vanessa answered quietly, both boys still sitting with their arms behind her back and another hand working between her legs.
"Okay... Have you ever been in a gangbang?"
"Umm," Vanessa answered shyly, "does giving two guys a blowjob at the same time count?"
"Haha, oh my God! Yes, that counts! Wow, you're a gangbang slut," Victoria answered loudly.
"Noo," Vanessa whined, "it was just once!" It hardly seemed fair. Vanessa felt quite set-up seeing how Victoria was the one that had arranged the whole double blowjob earlier that day, but Vanessa figured that was what she got for not saying dare..
"Haha, doesn't matter! You're a gangbang slut," Victoria answered with a grin. "Your turn now."
"Okay... Chelsea," Vanessa asked, turning towards the young cheerleader. "Truth or dare?"
“Truth.”
Vanessa tried to think of something naughty that would be fitting for the game. “How many guys have you slept with?”
“Four,” Chelsea said with a grin.
“Who?”
“Nope, you didn’t ask that so it’s not part of the game,” Chelsea answered triumphantly before quickly turning the question back around. “My turn now. Vanessa, truth or dare?”
“Hmm. Dare,” she answered. She had completely given over to letting the boys feel her up between her legs, and they were now rubbing her thighs and sliding their fingers into her pussy as much as they pleased.
“Okay… I dare you to go to the bathroom and send each guy at the table a naughty picture!”
“I can’t do that!” Vanessa answered in shock, sitting up and closing her thighs together. Brad and Scott both pulled their hands back and began wiping all her pussy juices off of their hands with her skirt.
“You have too, that’s the rules,” Victoria commanded.
“But…” Vanessa looked over at me, still sitting pathetically at the end of the table a full head shorter than everyone else.
“Oh, don’t worry about babydick. He WANTS you to do it, because he’s a little pervert and he wants to get a naughty pic too. Isn’t that right, babydick?” Claire said as she found one of my balls with the end of her high heel and began rubbing the pointy heal over it painfully.
“Oww! Yes, yes,” I answered, gasping from the painful torture.
“Wow, he seems very excited,” Victoria added in agreement.
“Okay,” Vanessa said, shooting me a warm, pleasant smile. “If you insist, honey! This is so naughty! Scott, can you move so I can get out of the booth?”
“Nah, I don’t really feel like moving. Guess you’ll just have to slide over me,” Scott said with a cheeky grin, sitting back against the booth.
“You’re such a dick,” Vanessa said as she swatted his arm. She then lifted up her leg and began sliding over Scott’s lap. There wasn’t much room between Scott’s legs and the table, so Vanessa had to grind her ass over Scott’s lap as she slid past. As soon as she was square in his lap, he reached his hands up to grab her hips.
“Speaking of dick,” Scott said with a huge grin as my girlfriend was stuck in his lap. Vanessa’s mouth dropped open in a shocked ‘o’ shape as she felt the thick, erect cock digging against her ass. “Scott!” She shouted, but the boy just held her hips and began wiggling her body against his, rubbing his dick between the thin skirt that was now getting buried between her juicy Latina buns. Just then, as the other girls watched and laughed, the waitress walked up to our table.
“Are you ready to order?”
Vanessa froze, still sitting in Scott’s lap as the waitress stood there taking our order, shooting her funny looks. She knew she’d have to wait until the waitress left before she could exit the booth.
Victoria pulled out her menu and began ordering. “Yes, let’s see, I’ll have the… Grilled chicken and asparagus. Actually, what sides do you have with that?” The blonde cheerleader was purposely taking a long time to order, prolonging Vanessa’s time stuck in Scott’s lap. The boy took full advantage of it: he dipped his fingers between her thighs, hiking her skirt high up her waist and then rubbing his fingers over her pussy. Vanessa gasped, her mouth opened wide as she tried to control the strong sexual impulses. Scott began digging his fingers between his legs, the outline of his erect cock rubbing between Vanessa’s ass. “Oh god,” she moaned softly as she tried not to cum in front of the waitress right in the middle of the public restaurant. The three cheerleaders continued ordering nice and slowly, allowing Scott plenty of time to work over the poor trapped girl.
I was trying not to stare but I couldn’t help watching Vanessa’s strange behavior as her body was rocking and her mouth was open, her eyes staring off in space as she concentrated on the thick cock sliding between her bare ass cheeks. What was Scott doing to her, I wondered.
“And for you, miss? Miss?” The waitress asked, waiting for Vanessa. “Oh shit,” Vanessa answered as reality set in and she noticed everyone at the table was looking at her. It didn’t stop Scott from grinding his fingers into her pussy roughly. “I think she wants the sausage,” Chelsea offered from across the table.
“Oh yes, she definitely wants a sausage. You want a nice fat sausage. Don’t you, Vanessa?” Victoria asked with a wink.
“Y-y-yes,” Vanessa answered, nearly gasping. The waitress didn’t seem to notice anything
unusual as she began writing down the order, repeating it back, "one country sausage." Vanessa couldn’t hold off any longer. Vanessa’s thighs were clasped together around Scott’s fingers, the boy’s hand sliding up and down digging into her cunt until her orgasm overtook her right then and there.
I watched curiously, completely at a loss as to what was going on right in front of me as Vanessa orgasmed in Scott’s lap, her pussy juices flowing onto his pants.
“What a dirty mess,” Scott said as he grabbed a napkin off the table and brought it between Vanessa’s legs. The whole table began laughing loudly (except me, who was still trying to figure out what joke I’d missed) as Vanessa blushed and slid off Scott’s lap and exited the booth. She was shy and blushing with embarrassment, feeling shameful as she walked towards the bathroom. Her legs felt heavy and weak and she wobbled in her heels, causing her to half fall and catch herself on the table, which caused even more laughter from the cheerleaders.
“Can’t believe you’re girlfriend has done gangbang’s,” Claire said as she lifted up her foot and placed it back into my lap, causing me to cringe once again. I didn’t know how to answer. I knew Vanessa had been a bit promiscuous in her past – and I was willing to overlook it – but it made me look at her in a different light knowing that she’d actually let guys gangbang her. I just had to remind myself that she was a better person now and I shouldn't judge her. Little did I know, of course, that it had happened while we were dating!
Vanessa entered the bathroom and quickly ducked into a stall, feeling safe and secure - but then she remembered she wasn't out of the woods yet. "Three naughty pictures," she thought to herself as she sat on the toilet lid and pulled out her phone. "Milksop wants me to do this," she reminded herself as she pulled down her top and let both her large tits hang out, holding up the phone to take a selfie.
Back at the table, Scott's phone chirped. "Check out these honkers," he announced proudly as he held up the phone for Brad to have a look. Just hearing that made my dicklette strain to attention. I perked up in my seat to try and get a look at the picture as Scott passed the phone around to show Brad and the cheerleaders. Of course, as soon as they noticed me sitting higher to get a glimpse they were extra careful not to let me see.
Brad's phone chirped, and he read the message aloud. "Look how wet you guys made my pussy." He opened up the image and passed it around for everyone to see but me. "Damn, she's leaking like a firehouse!"
"What a filthy slut," Chelsea added.
Finally, it was my turn. I watched my phone anxiously as the second ticked by... The phone lit up with a message. "And I saved the best pic for last, for my sweet boyfriend..." My dicklette was straining painfully as I tapped to open the picture as quick as I could. It opened to reveal... A picture of her feet, wearing her high-heels, with the caption "Love you, babe."
My face couldn't hide my disappointment as I looked back at Brad and Scott both enjoying naughty pics of my girlfriend while I was stuck with a picture of her feet.
"Why so sad looking," Claire asked as she reached over and yanked my phone out of my hands. The cheerleader's eyes lit up as she saw what Vanessa sent me. "Oh my God, guys, LOOK what 'naughty' pic she sent Milksop!" She flashed my phone around the table.
Scott asked, "Why did she send him a picture of her feet?"
"Because Milksop has a foot fetish!"
The table burst out laughing when they heard this. I tried to speak up and say that it wasn't true, but they just ignored my voice and laughed and joked over me.
"Wow, just when I thought you couldn't get any more pathetic, Milksop!" Brad said with disgust. "Do my feet turn you on too?" The boys burst out laughing as I sat down in my chair, my face turning red with shame.
"What's so funny?" Vanessa asked as she returned to the table. Claire was quick to answer, "Milksop was just showing off the picture you sent him, bragging about it to the guys!"
"Aww, I knew you'd love it," Vanessa said as she rubbed my back sweetly. I didn't know whether to be proud or ashamed. It didn't last long though, soon Vanessa was sliding back over Scott's lap to get back in her position on the booth between Brad and Scott.
"Ugh... You're such a dick," she whispered to Scott as she felt him groping her up once again as she slid over his lap. One hand squeezing her left tit, the other hand groping her ass. It was like the toll she had to pay to get in and out of her seat: being gropped by the horny boy right in front of me.
"Well, you can't send me a sexy pic and not expect me to have a touch," he whispered back as she slid into the seat beside him. I couldn't help but notice the way he grabbed her tit right in front of me, but there wasn't much I could do. Vanessa quickly brushed her hair back, adjusted her top and pretending that Scott hadn't just grabbed a handful of her tit in front of everyone at the table. She glanced over towards me and shot me a little wink as if that somehow made up for the fact that Scott got to enjoy squeezing her soft, full, voluptuous tits right in front of my face.
Victoria was leaning forward, commanding all attention at the table with her bossy demeanor. "Hmm, our food's not here yet. Let's play a game with Milksop now!"
"Oh yes..." Claire picked up her foot and shoved it into my crotch, painfully. "Let's!" I sat forward and groaned from the pain but knew I just had to bare it. I was nothing more than a toy for the cruel redhead.
Victoria turned towards me. "Babydick: Fuck, Marry Kill... Hmm... Me, Victoria... Or the waitress?"
Claire's heel found its way to my nutsack and she began digging into it and I knew if I didn't answer well it'd only get worse. "I-I'd marry Claire!" I answered so quickly that it came out as a yell. Claire smiled and lifted her foot off my balls as a reward.
"Wow, that was an excited answer," Victoria remarked with a grin. I noticed that it caught Vanessa's attention who was now staring at me with a bit of anger in her eyes. I realized how bad it must have sounded and I sheepishly answered that I'd kill the waitress and 'make-love' to Victoria.
The whole table laughed when I answered, and Victoria almost spat her drink out. "As if I'd ever let little loser babydick 'make-love' to me! Haha, oh my god that is so funny!"
Vanessa was staring at me with an upset look as Claire asked me a second question. "Fuck, marry, kill: Vanessa, the waitress, or... Your mom!"
The question made me cringe. Of course, I answered first by saying I'd marry Vanessa, but she still seemed a little upset. I knew I couldn't say I'd bang my own mom, so I said I'd kill my mom and fuck the waitress.
Victoria latched onto it like a leach. "Ohh, you'd bang the waitress too, huh? Interesting." Vanessa did NOT seem pleased with my answer, but I had no idea what to do. The girls were putting me in such a difficult position.
Thankfully, the waitress walked up to our table with the food, putting an end to my torment.
As we began eating, the rest of the table kept talking and joking together and completely ignoring me. I felt so left out. In fact, the one or two times I tried to join the conversation, Brad said, "Quiet milksop, the adults are talking," which caused them all to laugh as I sat there dumbfounded. It was so unfair - Brad was YOUNGER than me! It didn't help that I was sitting in the short chair, which meant I had to look up at everyone.
After dinner, Vanessa found an opportunity to pull me aside in a quiet part of the restaurant. She didn't seem happy.
"I didn't like what you said about our waitress," she said sternly once we were alone.
I was completely taken back. "What do you mean?"
"You said you'd fuck her over me when we were playing that game." She had a look I'd never seen on her face before - something like jealousy, but also anger. This was the famous 'Latina Temper' that I'd heard about.
I was in shock! "But... We were playing that game... I had to choose someone else since I said I'd marry you," I answered defensively.
She was giving me a stern look. "So? You could have said you would marry me AND fuck me, instead of choosing that waitress over me!"
"That... That's not fair, I only said it once!" I was getting red in the face and also on the verge of tears. It was so unfair. She said she'd fuck Brad over and over, and yet when I said I'd fuck the waitress it was a problem?
She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. "So? I'm your girlfriend. You should always pick me over anyone else, but you still turned around and said you'd fuck the waitress."
"You said you'd fuck Brad like a hundred times!" I answered loudly.
"Wow," she said, throwing her arms down in disbelief. "So now you're turning this around on ME?"
I was taken completely off-guard and had no idea how to respond. I'd never been in a relationship, much less a fight, and I had no idea how to respond.
"Uhh... No, I just meant..." It seemed so unfair. She was the one who spent all evening flirting with the other guys and saying naughty, sexy things about them, and somehow now I was the one in trouble?
"Unbelievable," she answered with anger. "I get upset, and instead of calming me down you try to turn it around and tell me it's all my fault!"
I felt terrible. "No... I'm so sorry," I muttered desperately, worried she was about to storm off. "I'm so so sorry I said that about the waitress," I muttered a second time. I hated seeing her so angry and upset.
"And Claire, too," Vanessa continued, steamrolling over me. "You said you'd marry her so quickly it was obvious you want her."
I couldn't explain that Claire had her foot in my lap, grinding her heel into my crotch to make me say it. I didn't know how to respond. I realized how badly I fucked
up. "I-I'm so s-sorry, Vanessa," I answered with tears forming behind my eyes.
"I even sent you that sexy pic of my feet."
"You're right, I was very out-of-line by saying that. I'm so sorry! You're right," I was practically pleading at this point. I was so worried she was going to storm off and break-up with me.
"You should NEVER say something like that about another girl. I'm the only one you should have those thoughts for." She had her arms crossed and her body leaned back. I sunk down my head. "You're right. I'm a terrible boyfriend."
She seemed to be calming down a little bit. "Brad and I have a very close friendship. You know him and I joke with each other. Same with all the other guys on the football team. But, that doesn't give you a right to ever say something so disrespectful."
"Y-you're right, I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again." I was on the verge of tears. I started to realize that I'd been taking her for granted and came so close to losing her.