6:00 PM
Amber dragged herself out of the car to the back yard, but she only ate a makeshift salad from hamburger toppings.
“I’m sorry, if I knew you were a vegetarian I would have brought something other than meat,” Greg apologized.
“I‘m on a diet,” she replied.
“You don’t need to lose any weight, girl,” Austin smiled. “You’ll lose those tits.”
Amber shrugged. “Gonna get new ones anyway.”
“Amber’s definitely not a vegetarian. She likes the meat too much,” said Colt.
Amber shot Colt a dirty look, then walked up to the piles of meat lying next to the grill. She picked up a hot dog by the end with the tips of her fingers. She tilted her head back and slid the hot dog completely down her throat, her fingertips passing the root of her tongue.
“Damn, girl!” said Colt, impressed. Whistles and some applause followed from the group.
“You need to teach me those skills, girl,” laughed Hayley.
Years of bulimia, thought Amber. Takes more effort than this to get her to gag. She pulled the hot dog out, handed it to Colt, and went back to her salad.
Greg tossed a hot dog to Montana. “Think you can top that?”
“Probably not.” Montana gave Greg a stink eye. “You boys going to degrade yourself for our amusement next?”
“Fair’s fair,” said Greg.
“Just no gay shit,” said Colt.
“So butt fucking each other is out?” Montana slid a tongue over the hot dog before sliding the tip back into her throat. A tickle, then a cough, and she pulled it out. “I’m not drunk enough yet.” She took the hot dog to the table next to the grill and put it in a bun. She tossed another to Hayley.
“It’s not all about the throat, boys,” Hayley announced. She put the tip of the hot dog between her lips and circled her tongue around the end. With her other hand, she cupped an imaginary pair of balls.
“Damn, work that shit, bitch!” Montana laughed. Hayley stuck out her middle finger and slid it up an imaginary butt hole.
“Aw, that shit is so gay,” Colt laughed.
Hayley took a bite out of the end of her dog. “It’s not gay if a girl does it. You pass out, I’m busting out my strap on.”
Greg tossed a hot dog to Angela, who barely saw it coming in time to catch it. “I’d like to see what you can do, Angela?”
“Oh, I don’t, uh…”
Hayley pulled up behind Angela and put her hand over her eyes. She leaned in and whispered heat into her ear. “Don’t worry about them. Even if they laugh, their dicks are getting hard. Now give Oscar Meyer a blow job and get us all off.”
Hayley kept her hand over Angela’s eyes as she slowly slipped the hot dog into her mouth. She slid it back and forth over her lips, unsure, then getting the confidence to work her tongue. That got her a wolf whistle and some applause, and she cracked up laughing.
“All right, Angela!” Drew applauded.
“Amber could give you some lessons, but you suck cock better than me,” Austin joked.
Angela kept laughing, tearing up a little. Kurt had been rubbing his leg, wolfing down the rest of his hamburger, before rushing into the house. Everyone turned to their food and beer. Hayley whispered into Angela’s ear.
“Kurt liked the show. He’s sneaking off to rub one out. Go catch him and take care of it for him.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready to…”
“You don’t have to fuck him. Suck him off, hand job, let him play with your tits, whatever. Baby steps. He’s not going to say no. I saw the lump in his pants you gave him.” Angela’s fists and eyes clenched. “This is what you came here for. Get your sexy ass in there and make that pervert cum.”
“OK.” Angela slipped away and went in the house after Kurt.
She found him in an upstairs bedroom, looking out the window down at the others eating, something in his hand.
“Hey, Kurt,” said Angela. Kurt hurriedly stuffed something back in his fly and looked at the floor, embarrassed. “It’s okay, Kurt,” Angela said softly, trying to coo. “Did you like that? With the hot dog?” Kurt looked at the walls away from Angela.
“I’m not good at this kind of thing, either.” She looked at the bulge in his pants, the zipper undone. “You want me to finish that for you?” Kurt didn’t move. Angela walked up to him and put her hands on his hips. He pulled back.
“It’s okay.” Angela knelt down and reached for his fly. Kurt pushed her hands away, but then pulled his dick out himself. Angela opened her mouth and leaned forward, but Kurt pushed her back with one hand, while he furiously stroked with the other. “I want you to cum on me,” said Angela, still not convincing herself it sounded sexy. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, expecting Kurt to finish inside her.
She heard some grunting. Kurt came in his own palm, then smeared it over Angela’s mouth. Angela was startled, but before she could try to get into it, Kurt had himself zipped up and was rushing downstairs.