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This is ADULT material, and any ADULT who has sex without a condom is risking his or her own life as well as the life of their partner. That said, let's continue with the story. Have fun, and please, if you have any comments, questions, suggestions, or just plain complaints, please don't hesitate to leave me mail where you got this story from. If I don't have a user account on the system that you obtained this story from, you can get me on the BBSs listed at the header of this file. Enjoy! ============================================================================= The Story Thus Far : After seducing her father to fuck her on the kitchen floor, sixteen year-old Amanda convinced her father to invite some of his poker buddies over for an afternoon of group sex and anal lust. Even this, however, was not enough to satisfy the itch between little Amanda's legs. While her father cleaned out Amanda's well used asshole in the shower after the afternoon Poke-Her party, Amanda told her father about this next exciting adventure: Taking on an entire barroom of men, in full public view. This is Part I of the continuing adventures of Amanda, America's Sexiest Slut. Three days later, after my asshole had shrunk back to its original size and my cunt stopped throbbing every time I sat down, I decided that it was time to go to The Monkey's Paw, a local dive and biker bar. I knew that I would find the kind of men that I needed there; men that wouldn't be afraid to give me what I needed, again and again, in every hole I had. I had spent the days in between the afternoon poker party and today mostly between my father's legs, nursing on his cock like a baby with a bottle. While we watched TV at night, I would sit with my head in Daddy's lap, softly licking and sucking his cock, drawing his erection out over several hours until he was shaking with arousal and the desire to fill my hot, wet mouth with his delicious, creamy cum. For variety, I would lick his asshole before he went to bed every night. Daddy told me that he's been sleeping a lot better these days. Well... duh!, right? Anyway, I told Daddy that tonight was the night. He was free to come and watch me, and even participate if he wanted. I warned him that it might be brutal and a little hard to watch, his own daughter taking anyone and everyone on stretched over a pool table in a dark, dank bar. He looked at me with the same lust I had grown accustomed to and said low, under his breath, "I wouldn't miss it for the world, you sexy little slut." I kissed him and went to prepare. First, I took a long, hot bath, using some scented oils to make my skin soft and fragrent. A little glycerin in the bath made my skin baby soft. I chose what to wear with care, knowing that my first impression had to send a very specific message: Here was a woman with a hot cunt and ass and mouth, looking for each to be plugged all night long. Towards that end I chose my six inch white spike heels. I'd practiced walking around the house wearing nothing but the shoes, (and I do mean nothing BUT,) watching the way the shoes made my legs look longer and the way they gave my ass an enticing little wiggle. Long black seamed stockings, the very same ones that I had worn during that poker party, a garter belt, no panties (of course!) and the white leather minidress and I was complete. The dress hugged my ample (36C) clevage, showing the tops of my creamy sixteen year-old breasts to their best advantage. The dress had a zipper with two tabs. The dress could be opened completely, to offer both my lower holes easily, or left closed to inspire some mystery. I lowered the zipper from the top so that the sides of my firm little titties could easily be seen. I tied my long blonde hair into a ponytail. I loved the way it bounced when I was on my knees sucking cock, and men loved to use it as a handle to guide my sucking mouth. Plus, it made me look that much younger, and yes, just that much nastier. Some perfume between my tits, some behind the knees, a dab on each wrist and behind each ear and I was ready to go. Just looking at myself in the full length mirror bolted to my closet door made my clit throb. I gave into the temptation and fell back on the bed, putting some pillows behind my head so I could watch myself in the mirror as I furiously frigged myself off, my own cunt cream adding to the perfume that came from a bottle. Two wracking climaxes later I was ready to go on the hunt for some cockmeat. Coming downstairs, I was surprised to find my father dressed like a lowlife. He'd dug an old pair of jeans out of a drawer, jeans so old that the seat was faded to near transparancy. Tucked into the waistband of his jeans was the oldest, rattiest undershit Daddy owned. He'd slicked his hair back with some kind of hair goo, and he didn't look like my father at all. He looked mean and evil and just a bit dangerous. He looked at me walking down the stairs and I noticed he had a sudden tightening in the crotch of his jeans. I stood before him and twirled on my heels for his inspection. Daddy smiled at me, leaned in and gave me a sloppy kiss on the mouth, running one of his hands in the side of my leather dress to tease my heavy breast. He tugged at the nipple and bolts of pure arousal shot straight to my cunt. "A quick one, before we go?" he asked. "Sorry, Daddy. Tonight you just get to watch. But," I added, "if you're lucky, maybe I'll let you suck the cum out of my pussy later tonight!" He grinned at me and lightly slapped my leather clad ass. I giggled, and we left the house for The Monkey's Paw. * * * * * * * * * * The bar was dark and dank and smelled of stale sweat and old smoke. I entered first. Daddy would wait in the car for about ten minutes, and then follow me in. At first, we didn't want anyone to know we were together. The bouncer looked at me for a second, probably thinking to ask me for ID. The bartender caught my eye, and I smiled and waved as if I knew him, and the bouncer's decision was made; if the owner caught a man-magnet like me being turned away, representing perhaps the dozens of drinks that the men would buy me, the bouncer would be bounced himself. I made my way to the bar, making sure to put an extra wiggle in my walk. I gave the bar a once-over, checking out the action. Perhaps ten people, some playing pool, others sitting alone at the bar drinking quietly. At a small table in the back three biker types shared a pitcher of beer and were leaning over the table, talking to each other. Every so often one of the bikers would laugh out loud. The laugh sounded evil to my ears. The laugh sounded wonderful to my cunt. I perched my tightly-clad, leather covered-butt on a barstool and made as much of a show out of crossing my legs as I could. Every eye on the place was locked onto my long pins. Once my legs were crossed, I relaxed my toes, letting the heel of my shoe pop off so I could tap it. I knew the effect it would have; everything about this night was timing and planning and playacting. "Help 'ya?" the bartender asked. "Sex on the beach," I ordered, drawing the words out. The bartender appraised me for a long moment, probably thinking along the same lines as the bouncer had. In the end, my eventual effect on the till overrode any problems he might have had with my age. I didn't think I looked THAT young. "Sure." A moment later he was back with the drink. I moved to open my purse, but the bartender waved a hand over the bar, palm down. "It's taken care of. The gentleman at the end of the bar." I looked down to see a thirtyish man, wearing a blue-button down shirt and glasses, wave at me. I smiled and nodded at him, thanking him silently for the drink. The ritual completed, the man stood and walked over to where I was sitting. The man sat down next to me and offered his hand. "Joe. They call me Big Joe." I reached down and tested the heft in his pants. "I can see why, Joe." Joe smiled a long, wide smile and made no move to remove my hand. "Got a quarter, Joe? I wanna play some music." I'd noticed a jukebox in the corner when I walked in. He dug in his pants and returned with a handful of change. He dumped it into my hands, never taking his eyes off me. I sauntered over to the jukebox and fed it the money. I selected a few slow tunes and stood on the makeshift dance floor, waiting for the music to start. The Righteous Brothers came on, crooning about loving feelings. I held my arms out to Joe, still at the bar, and made dancing motions. In a flash he was in my arms. We danced slowly, me grinding my hips against him. His hands slipped down to my tight ass, and when I didn't remove his hands he began cupping the cheeks of my taut little butt, pulling me against his groin. In my heels, my head rested against his shoulder. I turned my face in and began licking the skin of his neck, trailing my little pink tongue up to his ears. His cock was straining against the material of his pants. I could feel the heat through both of our clothes, and I couldn't wait to drop to my knees and feel his cock in my mouth. First things first, though. I turned my head out as we danced through the song, checking out my effect on the rest of the bar. The pool game had stopped dead, with both participants watching Joe and me with open envy. The bartender had been polishing the same glass for the entire song. The bikers were silent, also watching us. It was time. "You know what I'd like, Joe?" "What?" "A taste of your cock." In an instant he was pulling at me, trying to propell me out of the bar. I stood my ground and he looked back at me, confusion written all over his face. "Don't go. I think everyone else would like to see this, too." Joe's expression turned from confused to downright baffled. I dropped to my knees and grimced at the hard contact of the floor. My face was even with Joe's crotch, and I wasted no time in tugging down his zipper and extracting his erect cock. It was a nice thick one, about as big around as a beer bottle. Very tasty looking. I licked my lips slowly and moistly, looking up at Joe as I did. "This is gonna taste great, Joe, I just know it." I started softly sucking on the head of his dick, taking a little more with each bob of my head. My ponytail had the planned effect, my blonde hair bouncing with my trips up and down Joe's cock. Reaching a hand inside my dress, I flopped one breast out and began tweaking the nipple with my free hand, bringing it hard and erect in seconds. The thrills were shooting down my spine and directly into my cunt. The act was one thing, but the very thought that I was on my knees, sucking the cock of a strange man in front of a roomful of strangers had me creaming my thighs with cunt honey in seconds. I felt so wonderfully dirty, so completely slutty. Just then the door leading to the parking lot opened, casting a beam of late afternoon sunlight across the bar. My father stepped in and then stopped short when he saw what was happening. I popped Joe's dick out of my mouth. "C'mon in...we're just getting started. The more the merrier." My father gulped once or twice, and then continued into the bar. I returned my attention to Joe's dick, sliding my wet mouth up and down his cock with faster and faster strokes. "I'm gonna cum!" he warned. I popped his cock out of my mouth again and whispered, "Go ahead. Come on me! I love it." He grunted and blew. I directed his cum stream down, between my breasts. The feel of his sticky, slimy jisim coating my skin, causing the leather to stick to my abdomen, flooding my cleavage with his warmth drove me to a miniclimax. Joe stepped away from me, zipping up. I looked over at the table full of bikers and knew what I wanted next. Walking over to them, I stood in front of the table with my hands on my hips, one leg cocked provacatively forward. "Ok, who's next?" The largest biker reached out one huge paw and corraled me into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and grunted with happiness as he wormed a thick, greasy finger into my tight little cunt. I felt the table being moved away, and suddenely another pair of hands came around my back and started fondling my heavy, swinging tits through my dress. The guy with his finger in my cunt reached underneath me, cupping my ass with his huge hands, and lifted my cunt directly into his face. I squealed and locked my thighs around his head as the guy behind me began pulling on my nipples. The third biker laughed and groped his cock through his pants. "Oh girlie, you don't know what you got yourself into tonight!" I just moaned at him, sure I knew what I was doing. But then he dropped the bombshell, the announcement that would change my life forever. "We're DeathHeads, you see. And tonight, we're holding initiation for a few new members here in the bar. Six new members as a matter of fact. Along with the rest of the guys, in about half an hour there's gonna be sixty guys in this bar, and if you don't watch it, you're gonna get fucked by every one of them." As I arched my cunt into the biker's face and exploded into climax, I wondered if perhaps this time I had gotten in over my head. Oh well. That's what makes life interesting, right?