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Gary's Golf "Outing" Chapter 12 - A Night at the Casbah
I went down to my apartment to get my shaving gear and called Kay. "Hi,
Sweety; what's up?"
"I should ask you that," she said.
"Not much. How's your mom?"
"She's okay. What's new there? Any storm damage?"
"No, everything's pretty normal here. Brad was asking for you... Brad
... The guy from the penthouse who hangs around and gawks at you...
Maybe you're right... Maybe he is gawking at me... I met his friend
today and he is definitely gay... They want me to go out with them
tonight. I think it's a gay club they're going to... you've got to be
kidding... Why would I want to go to a gay club?... I was just going to
stay home... Well, maybe I will go... I'll give you a blow by blow
description of what happens, yuk, yuk. What are you doing tonight?...
you're going to a gay club, too?... Cool... Let me know what happens. I
love you, too. Talk to you tomorrow."
When I returned to the penthouse and knocked on the door, I heard
giggling and an invitation to come in. Brad and Bruce must be out of the
shower. I announced my presence before entering the bedroom because I
didn't want to embarrass them in a compromising position. They weren't
embarrassed at all when I entered the bedroom and caught them in a
sixty-nine embrace on the big bed. They just giggled some more and
invited me to join them.
I hesitate for a minute and then thought, Oh what the hell. I smacked
Bruce on his chubby ass and when he jumped with surprise, I took his
place sucking Brad's balls. Bruce swallowed my sword to complete the
daisy chain. My first daisy chain! I'm really getting depraved, I
thought, never realizing how depraved I would become before the night
was over.
After we all got a big mouthful of cum, Brad, Bruce and I took turns
taking a shower, unlike the group shower Kimberly, Christie and I
enjoyed on Sunday. We assembled in Brad's bedroom to dress for our night
out. I had never been to a cross dresser night club before and I didn't
know what to expect. Bruce told me to be sure to shave my legs because
they have a prettiest legs contest every night. I shaved my legs, chest
and underarms with Bruce's help and then shaved my face twice. It felt
nice and smooth and Bruce helped me with my makeup. He knew as much as
Kimberly and Christie knew about makeup and he made up my face before
doing his own. I popped a hard on when I looked in the mirror. I
wondered if I would cause any more guys to get hard, looking at me
tonight.
Bruce loaned me a pair of black sheer silk panties, a matching bra and
garter belt. They looked "smashing" according to Bruce and he fondled my
ass, cock and balls as he helped me attach the sheer black nylons to my
garter belt. He also loaned me a tight black dress with spaghetti straps
that fit as tight as O.J.'s glove. It was short, too, half way up my
thighs, so I hesitated about going out in public in it. Bruce promised
me a blow job if I went; that sounded like an offer I couldn't refuse. I
had a sneaky suspicion that he would give me a blow job whether I went
or not. Three-inch strappy black sandals, brown short wig and long red
press-on fingernails completed my ensemble and I was ready for a night
on the town.
Bruce also looked "smashing" in a mint green silk dress that clung to
every curve like a second skin. It complemented his platinum blonde hair
and matched his bra and panties, his long green finger nails and his
sexy green open-toed ankle strap sandals. It seemed silly to be calling
him Bruce. I asked if he had a female name and he said, "it's Beverly.
What's yours?" I told him "Gabrielle" and he said, "That's a very pretty
name for such a pretty girl." I don't know why, but I know I blushed and
felt very flattered.
Brad looked good, too. His nipples were embossing the thin pink golf
shirt he was wearing and his cock was doing the same to his tight white
slacks. He was wearing sandals and his toes looked like they had just
gotten a pedicure. He would probably pick up as many guys as Bruce and I
would.
Brad drove his BMW and Bruce and I sat in the back. Bruce immediately
put his hand on my thigh and proceeded to move it up below my short
skirt. He told me what beautiful legs I had and that I would probably
win the contest. "If you keep doing that I won't. My legs will be
covered with cum."
"You'd probably get extra points for that," he laughed as I put my hand
on his leg and played with his hard clitoris through his sheer panties.
Brad almost drove off the road trying to see in the rear view mirror
what we were doing in the back seat. "You two aren't acting very lady-
like," he said jokingly. I think he was a little jealous, too.
We behaved ourselves as best we could and arrived at the Casbah without
having soiled our dresses. But that didn't mean we were home free. The
six-foot Marilyn Monroe look-alike (except for the moustache) door
person/bouncer in a low-cut white dress with a billowy skirt, groped
Beverly's bust, butt and big clitoris more in two minutes than I had on
our twenty minute ride to the club. A six-foot, four-inch Mae West
wearing a floor-length strapless black dress that revealed a generous
amount of realistic looking cleavage and a broad-brimmed black hat
afforded me the same treatment. I could feel my clitoris leaking pre-
cum. Brad didn't escape the probing either, and his nipples and cock
became even more noticeable than they were. We were told by the gropers
that this was a routine procedure to insure that guests weren't carrying
concealed weapons. What bull shit! But it felt good and we would
probably get more groping than that before the night was over.
We were escorted to a booth by a chubby blonde lady in her fifties and a
low-cut dress that revealed a large pair of boobs that looked very real.
We ordered drinks from a pleasant 20-something brunette waitress in a
revealing low-cut dress with a short skirt, black fish-net stockings and
black four inch sandals. I wondered how pleasant she would be a couple
of hours from now after walking around in shoes like that.
When she brought our drinks and the menus she told us her name was Candy
and she seemed to be hitting on Brad. She and Brad joked back and forth
and the evening was off to a good start. There were only about 30 people
in the dining area so we got fast service and the food was better than
most bar food. By the time we were finished with our meal there were 20
or 30 more people in the restaurant and at the bar. A few of them looked
like drag queens but most of the people dressed as women looked like
real women and we made a game of guessing which were generic women and
which weren't. I guess some of them were doing the same with Bruce and
me.
Brad was doing okay. He was feeling Candy's legs and ass every time she
came over and asked how we were doing. She seemed to like it because the
intervals between her visits were getting shorter. And Brad's gropes
were getting longer.
Beverly took my hand and said, "Let's leave these two love birds and go
dance." It was a slow number and she put both arms around me so I put my
arms around her, too. The floor was crowded so we squeezed close
together. When Beverly ran her hands down my back and gripped my ass
cheeks, I returned the favor. Our tits and clitorises rubbed together
and hen I felt her clit getting hard, mine did, too. "That feels so
good," she whispered into my ear and rubbed them together a little
harder. "You're going to make us cum all over these pretty dresses," I
said.
"Would you like to go somewhere and take care of that before we do?" she
asked. "I have a key to Brad's car."
"Sounds good to me," I said and we danced our way through the crowd
toward the door, still fondling each other's ass cheeks. As we started
across the parking lot, Marilyn Monroe and Mae West began to chant, "We
know where you're going, we know where you're going." We climbed into
the back of the car and Beverly kissed me immediately slipped her wet
tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it like it was a cock while we rubbed
our clits together. "We should take these dresses off," Beverly
suggested "or we'll look like shit for the beauty contest."
"I'm not getting into any beauty contest," I protested.
"Well, you'll at least get into the best legs contest. Even if you
don't, you won't want to spend the rest of the evening wearing a cum-
stained dress." She was right about that so we helped each other remove
the dresses and carefully laid them over the backs of the front seats.
She looked so good in her green bra and panties, I just had to kiss the
head of her clit which was protruding above the waste-band of the
panties. It was already secreting pre-cum and I had to have more. I
pulled her panties down and took her whole clit into my mouth. I grabbed
her cheeks again and pulled her into my mouth with my nose buried in her
beautiful blonde pubic hairs. She fucked my mouth like she was fucking a
cunt and I laved her lovely lollipop with my tickling tongue until she
was forced to fill my mouth with her sweet semen. It was absolutely
delicious but I saved a little for her and she licked the inside of my
mouth as she savored every drop.
I was so excited when she pulled down my panties and sucked my pussy
pole into her warm mouth that I couldn't control myself. When she pushed
her finger into my pussy I filled her mouth with a large load of my joy
juice. She saved some for me, like I had done for her, and gave me a
lingering wet kiss before going down on me again to lap up any stray
drops she may have missed.
We helped each other put our dresses on and then walked hand-in-hand
back to the entrance to the club. "Where do you cunt think you're
going?" a voice boomed. "We're going back in to be with our friend." The
six-foot-four Mae West confronted us and M.M. backed her up. "You have
to pay to get back in."
"Pay? Pay what?"
"A blow job," Mae said.
"You've got to be kidding," we said simultaneously.
"Kidding my ass," she said. "You both know you're dying to suck this
sausage," she said as she lifted her skirt and revealed the biggest
"sausage" I had ever seen. We tried to dodge around them but Marilyn
Monroe blocked our way and grabbed Beverly by the arm and twisted it up
her back. She forced her over to a little alcove that sheltered them on
rainy nights. They had a little pillow on the ground so I suspected this
was a normal procedure for them.
Mae West got behind me and prodded me to the alcove with her 10-inch
tool poking me in the small of my back. I was forced to kneel beside
Beverly and blow Mae West. Her cock was long but thin and it tasted a
little like her perfume. It slipped easily into my throat without
gagging me. I decided to lick and suck her clitty-cock to the best of my
ability so I could make her cum so we could get back into the club as
quickly as possible. Beverly seemed to have the same idea because she
was bobbing up and down on M.M.'s substantial stick with enthusiasm
while playing with her shaved balls. I thought if I played with or
sucked Mae's heavy balls it would hasten her climax. I fondled her balls
but they were too hairy to suck. I gripped her shaft with my lips and
bobbed my head up and down on it like Beverly was doing. I licked its
pink head and probed her pee hole with my tongue. She liked that, of
course, and began to thrust her tumescent tool in and out of my
receptive mouth. I sensed she was getting close so I decided to use my
ace in the hole. I wet my finger and pushed it up her pussy-ass. The
result was almost instant as she shot a salty load that almost choked
me. I swallowed it all without losing a drop, then licked the long shaft
clean. I finished with a kiss on the pretty pink head and left a
lipstick print for her to remember me by.
Beverly had Marilyn moaning and trembling with her expert cock-sucking
ability. She grabbed the back of Beverly's head and thrust into her
sucking mouth with long strokes. I watched Beverly's Adam's Apple bob up
and down as she swallowed each sweet secretion. They helped us to our
feet and walked us to the door. They said we were welcome to the club
free whenever we wanted to come again. They kissed us goodbye and opened
the door for us. Marilyn's moustache tickled; another first - I had
never kissed anybody with a mustache before.
We walked hand-in-hand to our table and saw Brad sitting there with a
shit-eating grin on his face. We asked him where Candy was and he
shushed us and pointed to under the table. Sure enough, there were
Candy's high heels protruding from below the table cloth. She was taking
her cock sucking break. We didn't want to interrupt so we went back to
the now-crowded dance floor and held each other's ass cheek and rubbed
our hard clitty-cocks together. Every once in a while my hand was
touched by a stranger's hand trying to fondle Beverly's ass. My ass was
getting the same treatment and one daring finger almost pushed my dress
up my ass-pussy.
When the music stopped, the M.C. made an announcement for Best Legs
contestants to come to the stage. Beverly said, "Let's go Gabrielle," as
she brushed away intruding hands with one hand and steered me to the
stage by my ass cheek with her other hand. I protested but she didn't
listen and before I knew it we were on the stage with the other
contestants.
They ushered all of us behind to the rear of the stage and lowered the
curtain. Then they hung numbers around our necks that hug to our
crotches and lined us up in numerical order. We had to remove our
dresses and lay them on a chair that bore each contestant's
corresponding number. The MC was telling the eager audience, "We have 25
contestants. Number one will walk across the stage from your left to
right, pause in the center and do a pirouette, then continue to the
other side of the stage. Then number two and so on. Your applause will
determine the winner. We will only raise the curtain as high as the
numbers. And now ladies, gentlemen and all those in between, here comes
contestant number one." The curtain rose and contestant number one
walked up to the curtain, turned and walked to the spot at the center of
the stage, did a little turn and continued her walk to the end of the
stage. The crowd applauded, cheered, whistled and screamed. They did the
same for the next three contestants. Contestant number five had bow legs
that you could drive an SUV through. "She" got a bigger ovation than the
first four contestants combined. Things went smoothly until number 10
walked to center stage on legs that were hairier than an ape's. "She"
received the most applause so far. They narrowed the field down to five
contestants. An African/American girl with beautiful milk chocolate
colored legs, Beverly and I joined the bow-legged girl and the hairy ape
as the five finalists. I thought the black girl (she was really a girl)
had the prettiest legs. If the contest was based on the audience's
reaction, the bow-legged girl or the ape girl would have won. But the
judges thought differently. I won! I was awarded a small, cheap trophy,
a loving cup supported by a pair of legs with fishnet stockings painted
on, ala the "Christmas Story" "Major Award." I also received hugs and
kisses from Beverly and hugs, kisses and caresses of my ass, crotch and
fake tits from the other contestants. Brad gave me a hug, a French kiss
and an ass squeeze, too.
"What the fuck am I going to do with this trophy?" I asked with a laugh.
Brad said I could leave it in his apartment if I promised to come visit
it once a week. We all laughed at that but I took him up on the deal. He
said, "Of course there will be an admission fee." The gleam in his eyes
gave me a clue as to what the fee would entail.
Brad danced with Beverly, Candy and me and received cheap feels from all
of us. His hard cock poking into my stomach as we danced told me it was
ready for another milking.
The climax of the evening (and I do mean climax) ended with the Miss
Casbah Beauty Contest. This contest was for cross dressers only; no
genetic women were allowed. The winning contestant had to prove to the
audience that she had a real penis. And the runner-up had to do whatever
the winning contestant wanted her to do with it. Fifteen contestants
participated and Beverly and I were among them. This contest was a
little better organized than the Best Legs Contest. Some of the
contestants even had banners like the Miss America contestants. Among
them was Miss Ann Thrope, Miss B. Have, Miss Bea Gotten, Miss Carry
O'Kee, Miss Ell Aneous, Miss Conceived, Miss Q., Miss Dee Meanor and
Miss Di Rection.
We were required to do silly shit like walk like a lady, walk like a
whore, answer silly questions like: "What will you do if you win this
contest?" One of the answers was "Go to Disneyworld." Most of us said
"Yes" to the "Are you married?" question. To the "Do you like men or
women?" question, most of us said "Both." The "Do you like sucking
cocks?" question evoked "Yes" answers from 75 percent of the
contestants, "No" from a few, "I've never sucked a cock" from one
contestant and "I just like sucking my own" from another. The last
answer brought the house down.
The talent part of the contest included singers, dancers, Karaoke
singers, dirty ditty poets and a few very talented ladies. There were
lots of laughs and everyone was having a ball. The field was narrowed
down to five finalists and Beverly and I were among them. We had to
demonstrate our talents again. I had sung Roberta Flak's "First Time
Ever I Saw Your Face" and I had to sing a cappella because the band
didn't know it. I think that's how I got to be one of the finalists so I
sang another Roberta Flak song, "Hey, That's No Way to Say Goodbye." The
audience loved it. Beverly's talent was dancing so she did a very
sensuous strip tease. The audience stomped and cheered as she finished
in her green bra, stockings, high heels and tented green panties. The
other three finalists sang Karaoke songs so Beverly and I had an
advantage on them for originality. The judges eliminated two of the
Karaoke singers leaving one of them, whose name happened to be Miss
Carry O'Kee, Beverly and me.
The M.C. announced, "We have one final question. Your answer will help
determine who this week's Miss Casbah will be. Here is the question.
[drum roll] If you are the winner, what will you make the runner-up
contestant do?"
Miss Carry O'Kee responded, "I'd make her suck my clit, of course, and I
might fuck her." Her response brought claps and cheers.
Beverly said, "That's a good idea but I would suck her clit, too. One
good deed deserves another." Her response evoked claps and cheers and
laughter.
I said, "If I were the queen, then I should be allowed to do whatever I
want to do. It's a shame for someone to get third place in the contest
and not get any reward. I would include her in the post-contest
festivities. I would fuck number three while she sucked number two. Then
I would fuck number two while she sucked number three. Then I would
allow number three to fuck the queen while I sucked the runner-up's
clitoris. After receiving a mouth full and a pussy-ass full of cum, I
would allow number two to fuck my royal ass while I sucked number
three's clitoris. I would then retire to my royal suite with a pussy-ass
full and a belly full of delicious, wholesome cum."
The crowd went wild. "Spoken like a true queen," said the M.C. "While
the judges make their decisions, the final three contestants will show
us their jewels to prove that they are not naturally-born females."
Beverly waited while Carry O'Kee and I removed our dresses. We turned
our backs to the audience as we were instructed. We all removed our
panties simultaneously and bent to pick them up to a chorus of cat-
calls, whistles and cheers. When we turned to face the audience, we all
had raging hard-ons. Carry O'Kee's was the smallest, but not small,
Beverly's was the largest and I, of course, was in between. Our standing
erections received a standing ovation from the delighted audience. They
didn't quiet down until the judges came on-stage accompanied by the
previous week's queen, carrying the crown.
The M.C. said, "The crown is awarded to the contestant with the most
points. Points are awarded for looks, personality, poise, talent and the
answers to the final question. We have a dilemma about the crown. All
three contestants The Miss Casbah runner-up this week is Miss Carry
O'Kee. For the first time in the long history of the Miss Casbah Beauty
Contest, we have a tie and two queens! Beverly received points for her
strip tease and extra points for her large, appetizing clitoris.
Gabrielle won the talent contest and had the best answer to the final
question. Now we'll see if she meant what she said.
Miss Casbah put the crown on Beverly, gave her a wet tongue kiss and
squeezed her ass cheeks. The crowd loved it. Then she put the crown on
me and slipped me her tongue while fondling my ass. Again the crowd
voiced their appreciation. She removed the crown and gave it to the M.C.
to use again the following week.
The M.C. announced, "Ladies and gentlemen and all of those in between,
we come to the climax of the Miss Casbah Beauty Contest and for the
first time, we hope, a three-way."
They wheeled out a king-size bed that was higher in the back than in the
front so the whole audience could watch the action. The three of us sat
on the bed wearing our bras, garter belts, stockings and high heels.
They gave us all condoms and we helped one another put them on. I stood
in from of Carrey O'Kee who knew exactly what to do. She fondled my
balls, licked up and down my shaft a few times before taking my whole
clit into her mouth. She gripped my ass cheeks and pulled me toward her.
She swallowed my clit and fucked her mouth with it by pulling me back
and forth into her sucking mouth. I tapped her on the head and told her
she was going to make me cum. She reluctantly relinquished my rammer and
knelt across the bed so everyone could see. Beverly removed her condom
and knelt in front of her. I got behind her and lubed her pussy-ass with
the KY jelly the M.C. had given us. Beverly removed her condom and
presented her pretty penis to Carrey O'Kee's pouting lips. She engulfed
it with her mouth and moaned as I pushed my stiff shaft into her slick
shit chute. I immediately started to fuck her and my movements forced
her mouth to swallow more of Beverly's clitoris. I didn't think I could
do anything like this in public but it was turning me on and I felt like
I would be cumming soon. Maybe I had had too much to drink and it gave
me false courage. Whatever it was, I continued to fuck Carry and she
continued to blow Beverly until we both climaxed and I filled her ass-
pussy with my cum and Beverly filled Carry's mouth with her cum. Carry
shot her load all over the bed without her clit being touched by anyone.
Now it was my turn. I knelt on the bed and presented Carry with my ass-
pussy and sucked Beverly's balls that were hanging invitingly in front
of me. Carry lubed me with her fingers and then carefully inserted her
hard clitoris into my receptive rectum. She entered me with one motion
until I could feel her pubic hairs tickling my ass cheeks. Now Beverly
pushed my head away from her balls and inserted her beautiful baton into
my eagerly awaiting mouth. I licked its pretty pink head, then sealed my
lips around it and slid my mouth down the shaft until her pubic hairs
were tickling my nose. I bobbed my head up and down on lovely lollipop
to the rhythm of Carry's plowing of my poop chute. Carry reached around
me and took my stiff shaft in the palm of her hand and stroked it up and
down to coincide with my first public ass-fucking.
The action went on for longer than I expected because both of them had
cum a couple of times. I laved my tongue around Beverly's shaft and
fondled her balls while balancing on one elbow. She held the back of my
head and forced her hard tool down my throat. I sucked firmly on her
clit and the skin moved up and down as she thrust in and out of my
mouth. Her movements quickened and I was finally rewarded with her sweet
semen. Carry took a little longer to cum and I was able to concentrate
on the pleasure she was giving me. Her penetrations became shorter and
harder and I felt her prick pulse inside of me. She gripped my hips
firmly and forced herself inside me as far as she could go. Her prick
pulsed again and I felt her hot ejaculations filling my ass-pussy. The
three of us finally collapsed on the bed to the sounds of a standing
ovation. I was so exhausted I could have slept right there but I was
lying in Carry's cum which had gotten cold.
We went to the ladies' room and washed up as best we could, then put our
dresses on and went back on stage to accept our prizes. We received
small trophies and free tickets to future visits to the Casbah. We
kissed Carry goodbye, exchanged phone numbers and e-mail addresses with
her and promised to keep in touch.
Brad gave us hearty hugs and deep tongue kisses before putting his arms
around us to escort us to his car. We all crowded into the front seat
and stroked one another on the way home. Beverly freed Brad's prick from
his pants and jerked him to two climaxes before we got to our condos. I
declined their sincere invitation to stay in Brad's apartment and
crashed in my own without undressing. I would return Beverly's clothes
in the morning - or whenever I woke up. I fell asleep immediately and
dreamt about our night of debauchery.
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