Author's Note.
Coy Fiona is coerced into a sex game on a hen night by her drunken mother. Her innocence is barely scratched, but are the doors open for more? Can Fiona be pushed to fully explore her needs by her mother and her morally flexible friend Rita.
Story is more reluctance based than non consent.
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PART ONE: A STICKY SITUATION
A cacophony of clackling high heels filled the night air as a crowd of cackling intoxicated ladies stumbled along in tight formation. Their coordinated dress, following a pink fluffy theme, with an emphasis on minimum material, left no one in doubt they were on a hen night. In the middle of the group, clinging to her worse for wear mother Eliie was 18 year old Fiona.
"Fuck me, it's a Barbie convention," called out a voice, "Who's the lucky lass then?"
The girls turned to see a couple of twentysomethings staring at them. "Cheryl here," replied Rita, "You're bit late for this one sorry."
"Dam, and she's the best one. Guess I'm going to have to settle for one of you lot," he replied in jest."
Rita looked him up and down, "You two virgins?"
"Yer what? Na, proper fully qualified studs we are."
The group laughed at their brazen confidence as Rita stumbled towards them thrusting her scantily covered tits in their faces. "Think you boys could handle a MILF do you?
Fiona knew Rita had a colourful reputation but she hadn't witnessed her flirtatious nature first hand. Those closer to her knew exactly what was coming next.
"That an offer?"
"Who's the biggest between you then?"
"I am."
"How you know? You been comparing cocks then."
The girls laughed as the two guys cringed. Rita moved close, stood between them, then grabbed each of them between the legs, "Oooh, you're a big boy aren't you? Much bigger than your mate. Bet you'd love to dump a load in me, wouldn't you?"
"Fuck yeah, course I would."
Rita grinned and pointed to an alleyway, "Come on then."
"Yer what?"
"Thought you said you wanted to fuck me?"
"Fucking Hell, thought you just messing."
"Nah, I'm serious. You up for a quick shag or not then?"
"Fuck yeah."
Rita turned to the girls, "Do's a favour and be my blockers."
Fiona was a bit confused, what were 'blockers'? She'd ask but she didn't want to look a naive idiot. Instead she followed the giggling crowd into the alley off the main street. It soon became apparent that their job was to gather around a doorway and screen Rita's little escapade from the world. The girls packed tightly around the doorway but kept their backs turned to the action. Fiona looked sheepishly at her smirking mother as the pants and grunts echoed behind her.
Her mother had warned her things could get a tad risqué on a hen night but this was a bit more than she expected. Of course she'd heard stories about strippers, or of girls flashing their panties at passing cars. But sex? Nah that was something that only happened on porn sites and in the minds of men. Yet now, in the tight pink huddle in the shadows, listening to Rita's rogering she felt her mother had downplayed things quite a bit.
Rita was bent right over, her curly red dyed hair dangling down over her face as her ample cleavage swung with his deep thrusts. Her pussy had seen better days, and was showing the strain of bearing three kids, but despite the looseness he was enjoying his easy fuck none the less, and soggy snatch soon felt his sticky mess.
"You sure you're not a virgin? Didn't take long did you?"
"What about my mate? He'll cry if he gets left out."
Rita adjusted her panties and tidied up her ruffled skirt. "C'mon, who wants to give his mate one? What's your name son?"
"Terry. Sorry about my mate, he's not as experienced as I am."
"Yeah right. C'mon then, who wants Terry's todger?
"You up for it Lizzy, c'mon give him a go."
"Dunno, I think he might have cum already. You got a sticky leg son?"
Lizzy switched places, pressed her back against the door and hitched up her lacy pink skirt, "C'mon son, stick it up before it gets cold."
He looked at her natural unshaven mound, he'd heard about them but had never seen one in the flesh. She brushed her bush apart with her fingers, parting her doner kebab pussy lips and beckoned him close. It was no pornstar pussy, but free pussy is free pussy and a moment later he found himself where so many had gone before.
Fiona was a virgin and largely inexperienced in the needs of men but not ignorant of such things. She knew one day her time would come when a man would take her, but she was a quiet girl and not a brazen hussy like Rita and Lizzy. But now, as the rhythmic slurping slapping echoed behind her, she didn't know to be embarrassed or amused. Fiona had rarely ever even heard her parents at it, but now she was experiencing the full audio from only feet away.
Like his friend, Terry didn't do himself proud and soon erupted. Not that he cared, he had sex and tomorrow he'd be boasting to his mates of his conquest. Fiona doubted Rita and Lizzy would be telling their husbands. She instinctively suspected she'd be expected to keep quiet about it too.
"Poor sods, you've scarred them for life," joked another woman as they slinked off.
"Just bit fun, we are on a hen night you know," replied Rita, "C'mon, get a bit cock, you know you want it."
"C'mon, who's next? Sharon? Linda? Mary? C'mon no one will say anything," added Lizzy.
"I'm on the rag," replied Sharon, "Best I can do tonight is go down on a guy."
"C'mon, you can do buttstuff surely," laughed Rita.
"Fuck that, I only let him at home up there on his birthday."
The girls piled out of the alley and continued down the road in search of another pub. As they staggered up the street, Rita called out lewdly to various guys, most of which ignored her or at the most smiled and waved.
"Fucking Hell, all these gorgeous girls gagging for it. You'd think they'd be queuing up. We walked into the gay district or something."
"Think you're intimidating them Rita, tone it down a bit," replied Lizzy, "it's about ringing the dinner bell not the alarm bell."
It worked, a simple smile and a wink caught the next guy, "Hen party?" He asked.
"Nah, we're the fucking pink fairies come to make your wish come true," replied Rita.
He laughed, "Can you magic me up a Bugatti?"
"Would you settle for a blow job off Sharon, she's been dying to suck a big one all night."
Something about her tone told him she wasn't joking, even if she was he thought it foolish not to try his luck, "So if I get my wand out you'll give it a little wave?"
"You want a blowjob or not then?" Asked Sharon.
Once more Fiona found herself being a blocker down an alley as middle-aged woman made a strangers night. Perhaps what shocked her most was not their actions but the casual nature in which the group tolerated their behaviour. Even her own mother seemed blasé about the whole thing. Perhaps it was the chardonnay, normally she'd be disgusted by such things yet now her facial expressions were that of bemusement not anger or revulsion.
Sharon wasn't a slapper by a long shot, a run of the mill secretary who did a bit yoga and baked biscuits. The most exciting thing she ever did was try a different muffin at a coffee morning. But now Sharon was squatting down in an alley, lips wrapped around a dong, and was being judged no more harshly than if she ordered an extra cream cake. Deed done and dick drained the girls moved on. Fiona sensed the mood had changed, even her own mother had a different air about her.
"Who's next?" Asked Sharon, "C'mon I've done it so there's no excuse."
The women giggled like drunk schoolgirls and looked at each other. Fiona felt any of them would go next but would prefer someone else did. At least her mother wouldn't be regretting things come the sober light of dawn.
"HEY YOU," yelled Rita to a guy across the street, "You single?"
He crossed over, "Yeah, why? Bride looking for a back up."
"Who would you fuck out of this lot?"
Fiona tried to make herself as small as possible at the back.
"Oh, I'd do the lot of you," he replied diplomatically.
"C'mon, none of that shit. Who would you plough. They're all dripping for it."
He stood there like a rabbit caught in headlights as the gang glared at him awaiting his answer, Fiona prayed it wouldn't be her or her mother, she prayed her mother was praying the same. Hopefully he'd make his excuses and leave and Rita's silly game would end.
His eyes scanned each and every girl, looking them up and down before settling for the closest one. Fiona breathed a sigh of relief, turning him down would have been awkward at the least. Amber, like Sharon didn't exactly have a reputation. She had a steady boyfriend and never once mentioned their sex lives. Fiona expected her to back away, she didn't and once more the girls sought the shadows.
Rita and Lizzy? Yeah Fiona could imagine with a few drinks down them they'd sleep around. But not Sharon or Amber, that was far from expected yet weirdly arousing. Fiona felt she wasn't the only one getting a little turned on by the erotic commotion behind them. Still it felt surreal, sex was supposed to be an intimate private affair between caring couples, not strangers in a doorway next to your friends and relatives. It was tempting to turn around just to check the whole thing wasn't an elaborate prank at her expense.
Cheryl, the bride to be, so far had been pretty quiet, eclipsed by the rantings of Rita and silenced by gin and tonic. "You all doing something tonight?" She slurred, "Go on, it'll bring me luck."
