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Tricia felt like a complete and total slut. It wasn't a _bad_ feeling, to tell the truth, but it was a weird feeling. And she was definitely out of place here.

She and Kate were sitting at the bar in a redneck tavern a few miles out of town. Country music blared from the jukebox, the air was heavy with smoke, and Trish asked herself for the thousandth time how in the _fuck_ she had ever let Kate talk her into anything like this.

She was wearing some clothes of Kate's -spike heels so high she could hardly stand up in them, a tinselly blue wig, and a sheathlike dress that fit her like a glove.

It wasn't made to hold in tits as big as Tricia's, and that was for damn sure. The bodice clung tightly, and because there wasn't nearly enough room inside for them, her hooters were pushed up, protruding out of the lowcut neckline.

The skirt was about an inch and a half on the safe side of legal, and under it Trish wore -as Kate had demanded -nothing but garters and patterned stockings, with butterflies sewn into the sheer black nylon.

She looked like a cheap whore, especially with the makeup Kate had applied to her face, and she knew that every guy in the place was staring at her and Kate. And Kate, if anything, looked even trashier than Tricia.

She was wearing a platinum blonde wig, down to her shoulders. Her tank top was so thin the pigment of her brown nipples showed through plain as day, and to cap it, she had on skintight shorts and black stilettos. In a downtown bar, they might have looked almost at home, though they might also have gotten busted as hookers. Out here, in the country, they looked as much at home as Michael Jackson would have.

Still, being stared at and being obviously lusted after was a real thrill, one that Tricia wasn't overly familiar with. She sipped at her drink and pretended to be very casual. Kate had promised her adventure. What kind of adventure would it be, she wondered.

"There aren't even any other women here," Tricia whispered, looking round the dingy joint. "Just the two of us."

"So much better," Kate assured her. "Your only competition is me. And you don't think every guy in this dive is staring at us? Mmm, I think adventure may already be putting on its rubber. C'mon, Trish, cross your legs and give everybody a thrill!"

"You're crazy," Trish whispered back, pushing her knees together. This was not a good idea, she was starting to believe with all her heart, and she searched her mind for clever stratagems she could use to get herself and Kate outta here!

Alabama was blasting from the jukebox and banging balls clattered on the pool table. The bartender brought the girls refills. Kate clinked her glass against Trish's and said, "Don't look now, baby, but I think adventure is coming your way."

Tricia turned, just as a hand touched her knee. Most of her legs were bare, due to the short skirt, and she still felt very self-conscious about having no panties underneath. The hand squeezed and she looked up into the eyes of a big man. There was something oddly familiar about him, but in the rather dim light she couldn't decide what it was.

He said, "Hiya, baby. How about letting me buy you a drink, and then you can tell me if the hair on your pussy is the same color as the hair on your head." He smiled in a confident way, and his hand slid upward on Tricia's thigh, almost to the top of her stocking.

Tricia reacted totally from instinct. She tossed her daiquiri, ice and all, straight into his face and said, "One thing's for sure -I guess the drinks _are_ on you, mister."

He drew back, frowning, and turned without a word. "I don't believe this!" Kate said, grabbing Trish's shoulder. "Adventure sat in your lap with a hard-on and you threw a drink in its face? You dumb cunt! Don't you know who that was?"

Trish shook her head. Kate sighed heavily. "Remember Kyle Newberry? From high school? You gonna tell me that when you were fifteen you weren't frigging your hot little virgin clit and wondering what it would be like to have Mr All-State Running Back's big hard dick shoved up your hole?"

Tricia's eyes became enormous. She blushed under her makeup. "God, I thought he looked familiar! But I haven't seen him in ten years..."

"It's not too late," her friend said, pointing. "There he goes into the men's room to wipe off your daiquiri. Go apologize. See if he remembers you, hmmm?"

"Aren't you coming?" Tricia asked, sliding off the bar stool.

Kate shook her head. "Nah," she smirked. "By the time I was fifteen I already _knew_ what Mr All-State Running Back's big hard dick felt like. _And_ tasted like. This is _your_ adventure, sweetcakes. Go for it."

A couple of days ago, Tricia would never have dreamed of doing anything like this. But she had changed -a lot -and she had the feeling she was in for still more changes. She took a deep breath and started toward the hallway where Kyle had gone a few moments earlier.

She wasn't strutting on purpose. It was the only way she could walk in these damn spikes! But she was conscious of the roll of her ass, the stride of her legs, the eyes that watched her as she moved through the barroom and toward the door that was marked COWBOYS.

Think "adventure" she told herself, pushing the door inward.

The men's room was fairly small. There were two stalls and a couple of urinals on opposite sides. Both urinals were occupied, and Trish hesitated a moment, staring at the backs of two men taking noisy leaks.

Kyle Newberry was at the sink, wiping himself with a paper towel. His tshirt was off, lying across the top of the sink. He saw her in the mirror and he turned.

"Well, goddamn," he said, grinning. He'd put on some weight since high school. He was beefier now, and his chest was hairier than Trish had remembered from the days when she used to watch him and his friends playing shirts and skins basketball during lunch hour. A bit of roll hung over the belt of his pants but he didn't look fat or sloppy -just big.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry," she told him. The two men who were pissing heard the sound of her voice. One of them turned, splashing a puddle of yellow onto the floor.

The real Trish wouldn't have dreamed of invading a men's room, but the real Trish was on vacation for the night. This was a blue-haired slut in a skintight sheath dress, with no underwear and four-inch spikes. She strutted toward him, her ass swaying. Something told her she was ready for anything.

He put his hands on her waist and pulled her close. He was six-three and he towered over Tricia. She could smell the rum on his chest from the drink she'd tossed at him, and it mixed with the smell of his sweat, of his natural male funk. She laid her cheek against him and rubbed it through the fur.

It wasn't the sexiest place in the world, this COWBOYS room. There was a piss-and-disinfectant smell, and she thought, This is soooo grubby -but it was exciting in a rather nasty way, too.

He put his hand on one of the tits that overfilled the front of her dress and he began to manipulate the mound. Her nipple hardened against his palm and she was breathing hard, her body pushing forcefully, insistently, against his.

The other two men had stopped pissing now, but they were still in the room. She could see them in the mirror, over Kyle's shoulder. They were lighting up cigarettes and they were watching. Watching her.

She straightened up, and she put Kyle's hands on her back. They went immediately to the zipper of her dress. She took a deep breath as he pulled the zipper downward, then took her by the shoulders and eased the dress down.

A bulge had already begun to show in the front of his pants. The sight of her tits made the bulge grow larger.

Tricia's boobs spilled outward as the dress came down, and her pink nipples were fat and full, capped in aroused pinnacles. She turned, flashing her tits at the two men who were watching, and she backed her ass up against Kyle Newberry's crotch, stroking his growing hard with the round curve of her butt.

He cupped her tits, squeezing firmly, his fingers sinking into the soft, aroused flesh. She stared boldly at the two voyeurs, as if to say, "Don't you wish it was you?"

Her ass wiggled against his pants and she felt his cock, grown hard and fat and thick -bigger, if possible, than it had been in her fantasies when she was just a pudgy, skanky virgin trying to dream impossible dreams.

The kinkiest part of it was the two guys who stood watching by the piss-tanks. Tricia couldn't bear to look into their faces. Her eyes remained slightly downcast, and she could see that both of them were using their hands to stroke their own crotches. She heard them whispering and she had a good idea what they were whispering about, but she didn't care.

She wriggled loose from Kyle and turned, flouncing, her tits doing an eye-catching bounce. She touched her tinsel-looking blue wig, then slid her fingers across her pointy-nippled tits. Kyle straightened up, leaning against the sink, his pants full of hard cock and his eyes full of lust.

Trish lifted her skirt slowly, pulling it up to her stocking tops, then a little higher. She teased him for a few moments, promising the sight of her pussy and withholding it at the last minute. She was sure she could see his bulge growing. Saliva bubbled on his lips and his chest showed that he was breathing harder, too.

She pulled up her skirt, at last, flashing her cunt at him. "Oh, shit," he said, "I thought sure you were a natural bluehead. Kind of a disappointment to see that it's just brown hair on your snatch. Hell, I could get that from my old lady."

"Then get it from her," Trish purred, dropping her skirt. She reached for the fallen top of her dress, started to pull it back up into place.

Kyle grabbed her wrists and jerked her to him. Her body slammed into his, and she felt the searing stiffness of the cock that lurked inside his faded jeans. It throbbed and pulsated behind the layer of denim, and she could feel it as plainly as if it lay bare against her body.

She leaned back and let him kiss her, while his hands once more attacked her full, fleshy tits. His tongue fucked her mouth and she sucked it in response, squirming her body against him, her legs wrapping lithely around his. She got her crotch flush against his prick and she did a little stationary dance there, exciting her cunt lips with the promise of his cock.

Wetness coated the interior of her pussy and it was beginning to ooze from her sliced opening. She was horrified to realize how excited she was right now, how much she wanted to fuck this stranger in a public toilet. The idea seemed even filthier than being fucked in the asshole, and her clitoris pulsated in a shockingly responsive way.

"Let me see if you're ready," she whispered. "Mmm, Kyle, I think that cock of yours is definitely ready!"

"How do you know my name?" he asked in surprise as she slid down his front, onto her knees before him.

Trish looked up. "Don't I look even slightly familiar?" He shook his head.

Well, the last time he'd seen her, she weighed 150 and greatly resembled a fresh dumpling.

She just gave him an enigmatic smile that would keep him wondering for the rest of his life _who_ was that fine bitch he'd lucked onto in the men's room, and she reached for his zipper.

She took his cock out of his pants, then undid the pants and eased them down his hips, baring his groin and balls, too. She held his meat in her hand while she kissed his belly, rimmed his belly button. Her tongue moved down into his dickhairs. "Baby..." she heard him sigh.

His cock was pretty damn big -not as big as she'd fantasized, back in high school, but big enough. She caressed it with her fingers. She blew softly up and down the length of it, her lips poised a quarter of an inch from the surface of his prick, touching him only with her breath. For now.

The room was so silent you could have heard a pin drop. She could feel the burning eyes of the two guys over by the urinals, and Kyle's hands were on her head, stroking, petting, coaxing.

"Lick it, baby," he was saying. "Go ahead and lick it. You ever see one that big before?"

She had. Ken's was longer and thicker and harder in its glory. But Ken's cock was in California, and Kyle Newberry's rod was in her hand. She'd make do with what she had.

Smiling, she pressed her lips against him, touching his cockflesh with her mouth for the first time. Her lips were moist and soft, and his cock was hot and hard. She kissed him warmly, felt his heat flow through her lips and into her body.

Her mouth slightly open, she moved it down and then up the shaft of his cock, lipping him like a guppy. She gave him a lick or two as well, sliding the wet flat of her tongue over his hard rod, bringing it up to but not quite touching the supersensitive spot just below the big swollen knob.

His cock was unclipped, but the foreskin had retracted to show off a really impressive peckerbulb. It looked like a giant grape. Gallo could ferment all year on a grape that size.

She stroked him with her fingers, holding his cock delicately. She slid the loose outer skin up and down, milking his prick while her mouth drifted down to his balls and the base of the shaft. She nuzzled into the hair, jiggling his nuts with her tongue. His bag tasted sweaty.

"Will you for Chrissakes suck it???" he hissed in a desperate sounding voice. Trish looked up at him with a beaming smile. She slid her tongue back up the underside of his rod, and this time she went straight to the spot below the knob that always made Ken's prick drool wetly.

She butterflied him there, tongue working swiftly and to the point, and his pre-cum began to ooze from his tip. She brought her tongue up and licked it away, and the meaty heat of his knobflesh made her thirst for the taste of his cock in her mouth.

Her tongue dripped saliva onto the point of his cock. She looked up at him, her mouth puckered momentarily as if for a kiss, and then she opened her lips wide and sucked the end of Kyle's dick inside, gulping as she swallowed him.

Blood pounded in her temples. Jesus Christ, she was excited! Her tits heaved massively, and she felt his fingers seize her erected, pointing nipples, pinching at them in delighted response to the feverishly hot quality of her mad sucking.

She pistoned her head back and forth, his cock ramming in and out of her throat, and she made gurgling noises around the huge hard chunk of prime male gristle. It would never have tasted this good back in high school, she decided, mouthing him possessively, twisting her head as she fed on his rampant love monster.

"Holy shit," she heard him sigh as she gobbled his cock. It was a compliment, and she knew it. Trish felt positively inspired, dishing out this blowjob, and the fact that the two pissers were _still_ standing over there watching only made her that much crazier. She could feel their eyes burning as they stared, and she knew she was giving them a show they'd never forget if they lived as long as Ronald Reagan.

She took the cock out of her mouth and lipped up and down, from knob to nuts. She sucked the balls into her mouth again, giggling as the dickhairs tickled her nose. She worked a finger up into the crack of Kyle's ass and tickled his shithole while she yummied his stones.

He swayed and trembled, his body moving up and down, his rod thrusting in the soft possessive grip of her hand. She stroked him with luscious precision and then she angled his dickhead back toward her face, her tongue emerging to meet its big swollen knob top.

She lapped his prick, slipping him in and out of her mouth in fishlike swallows. No deepthroating this time. She'd almost ruptured her tonsils in the lustful fury of her last attack. This time it was for fun and for stimulation. And she knew she was giving him plenty.

Her lips fitted loosely around the prick as it moved in and out, and her tongue worked in magical little forays, tickling and caressing and teasing with a wicked furtiveness.

She was holding him by the root of his long hard tool, and she was giving him fitful little jerks with her hand that seemed almost casual but had a secret rhythm and tempo all their own. A wild pulsation rippled through the big bloated cum tube, and the blue veins stood out vividly on the surface of Kyle's prick.

"Gonna cum in your mouth, baby," she heard him pant. "You better stop right now and let me fuck you..."

"A real man could cum in my mouth and fuck me too," she purred, smirking up at him.

"Oh, you slut," he grinned, his face flushed with excitement.

He put one hand on the top of her head and took control of his dick with the other. He slipped the point into Tricia's mouth and he began to stroke himself rapidly, fist flying up and down the length of his tool. She held his cock with her lips, tongue-flipping him, sucking at him with an insistent horny pressure, waiting for the spurt of his goodies.

"Now!" he groaned, and with that, his cock unloaded into Tricia's mouth. She opened her throat to the squirting spray.

It came from him, hot and thick and sticky, gushing down her gullet, and she felt the hot excitement of his cum-milk all the way to her tummmy. She pushed his fist aside and got him in her own paw, and she squeezed and stroked and masturbated until his cock shivered and trembled and made one dry thrust after another across her lapping tongue.

She drew back, unmouthing him, and her fist moved up to his point. She squeezed hard, just under the big bulging knob, and one last bubble of jizz emerged from his slit. She held his cock upward and let the droplet fall onto her tongue.

"Does that make up for splashing a drink in your face?" she asked. "Turnabout is fair play, right? And you splashed me pretty good, big stuff ... "

Still on her knees, she looked over her shoulder. The two guys who'd been pissing when she came in were still standing at the far wall, and they were goggle-eyed with astonishment.

It must have been like a fantasy come true for them, something straight out of one of those porno videotapes. Gorgeous slutty woman blows big stud dude in a sleazy, smelly men's room. And she still had a mustache of cum around her lips to prove it had really happened.

Both of them were rock hard inside their pants. The bulges of their aroused cocks stuck out, undisguised. One of them was stroking his erection, as if unaware that anyone could see him. But Trish could, and Trish knew exactly what was running through his mind.

"You guys got lucky," she said, cupping her tits. "Why don't you come over here and find out just _how_ lucky???"