October Fuckfest

OCTOBER FUCKFEST by Cub Fan Last Friday after work, my wife Jayne and I went to an October Fest celebration that is put on annually by a German restaurant here in downtown Chicago. The fest is outdoors in a plaza, and there is beer, brats, and an Omp-Pa-Pa band. It is so popular that it gets really crowded in the plaza, so there are no seats, just row upon row of stand-up tables, with very little space between the rows. We got there around 4:00 p.m. and had a few beers. By 5:15 p.m., the place was packed, as everybody from all the nearby office buildings got out of work. Our table was full, as were all the tables around us. Jayne stood across the table from me, and behind her was a group of 3 black guys. They were all big and tall, and 2 of them were wearing suits. Jayne is my height, 5'9", which is tall for a girl. She is sexy in a country club kind of way: short blonde hair, blue eyes, and doesn't wear much make-up. Fridays are casual day in her office, so this day she wore a red print summer skirt, a white cotton blouse, and a pair of red and white conservative mid-heel shoes that I think are called "spectators." What used to be a flat, athletic ass has grown ample and round since she had our kids, and her tits, which were already C-cups when we met, have ballooned to what looks like DD. She looks great in her tailored shirts, which have taught seams along the side of her bust and taper down to her thin waist. This day, she wore her blouse unbuttoned down to the third button, which was positioned smack in the middle between her boobs and was strained in all directions, tightly wrapping the shape of her big bust. When the band played the chicken dance song, the whole crowd did the dance. Jayne and I smiled at each other as we danced, but her face changed suddenly when she was bumped from behind. Immediately, the guy apologized to her, and she said no problem. This guy was about 6'5" and even in his suit looked buff. The song continued, and we all kept dancing, even though there was almost no room to wiggle and dance around without bumping somebody. After the song, as Jayne and I talked, it seemed like the tall guy was standing further from his table: he was standing back to back with Jayne, and I couldn't tell whether he was pressed against her or not. Their relative heights made it so that his ass lodged in the small of her back, while her bubble butt pushed against his thighs. Jayne and the guy stayed still in this position for a few minutes as she continued talking with me, and then the band took a break. Then, the guy turned around and starting talking to us. He said, "Big crowd this year, huh?" Jayne agreed, and we all chatted. The 2 guys in the suits were going to the theatre later with their ladies, and the third guy had been at the fest all afternoon and was already drunk. During our conversation, the guys all looked down Jayne's blouse and were totally checking her out. Soon, the drunk guy left and came back with two trays of beer for all of us. The band started up again, which made it hard to talk. So, the guys turned back around toward their table. During the first couple songs, Jayne and I talked, but, to do so, we both had to lean toward each other to hear. We gave up after a while and just stood there drinking and taking in the fest. Then, the band played the drinking song called, "Eins, Zwei, g'suffa" and the whole crowd joined in, swinging side to side, holding up their cups, and drinking. On the second chorus, the tall guy turned around to us and shouted, "Eien, Zwie, BUTTSPOON." I was still trying to figure out what he meant, when, during the next line, Jayne sang, "Eien, Zwie, BUTTSPOON" and pressed her back against his back. This continued for the rest of the song, with the guys switching places to they could all "buttspoon" with Jayne, who was laughing all the while. On the last verse, she reached back and grabbed the tall guy's hips and pressed herself hard against him, and he did the same to her. At the end of the song, we all chugged down our beer. The guys gave us each another beer from their tray. Jayne said, "This is fun," and I nodded in agreement. A few minutes later, it suddenly started to rain, and it was soon coming down hard. Everybody ran for cover, but there wasn't much to be found: The areas under the eaves of the buildings were soon jam packed, and, since we had been in the middle of the rows of tables, it took us a while to find a spot, and even that spot was only partially covered. We were getting wetter by the minute. Jayne's blouse was soaked and clung snuggly to her tits, which did not go unnoticed by the guys. The tall guy said, "This is bullshit. Let's wait the rain out in my office, which is right over there." He pointed to a building down the street, and we all ran to the entrance. Up in his office, we looked out the window, and the tall guy said, "It may rain for a while." He left and came with a large bottle of champagne, and said, "May as well keep the party going." He took off his suitcoat and poured the champagne into paper cups and passed them out. The drunk guy raised his cup and said, "Eien, Zwie, Buttspoon." Everybody laughed and drank. Then, the other guy in a suit started singing the melody of the chicken dance song, "Da Na Na Na Na Na Na, Da Na Na Na Na Na Na." The tall guy said to Jayne, "He sings, you dance." She giggled but did the dance, facing the tall guy the whole time. The next verse, he motioned for her to turn around, which she did. He said, "Shake that ass, shake it like a wet duck." She laughed and shook her ass, and said, "I am wet, but I don't think this will dry me off." The tall guy said, "Girl, wet or dry, you can push that round ass of yours back into me any time you want. We have the perfect fit for a buttspoon." Jayne laughed, and he said, "But you already know that." She said, "Yes, I do." The other guy in a suit said, "Let's see" and he lined the two of them up back to back: the guy's muscular ass fit perfectly into the small of Jayne's back. The tall guy said, "Like hand in glove." As they backed up against each other, Jayne's skirt rode up a little, and, pressed so hard against him, the material of her skirt stretched snuggly over the curve of her hips. The other guy in a suit said, "What are you doing hiding a big sexy butt in an boring, shapeless skirt?" Jayne said, "I work in a corporate setting, but my husband likes my legs, so I wore this for work and the fest." The tall guy said, "What man wouldn't like those legs, but you could show those legs and that nice ass off in a short, tight skirt, maybe with pleats." Jayne said, "That wouldn't not be considered 'professional attire' in my office." The tall guy said, "It sure would be if you worked here. I'd also consider it professional if wore a tight top to show off those big tits of yours." Jayne said, "Yeah, I'd be professional alright, as in pro -- I'd look like a whore." Tall guy said, "Fine with me, I always like something nice to look at in the office." To change the subject, I said, "Speaking of which, you sure have a nice view of the city from up here." We all looked out the window, and the tall guy said, "Let me improve the view" as he moved the curtains to the side. He said, "The sun gets awful hot in here." Looking down, I said, "Still raining," and Jayne said, "I'm glad we dry up here. Look at 'em all down there, all wet and packed in so tight." She stood up on her tippy-toes and leaned her head against the window to try to see straight down at the plaza. The other suit guy, who was looking at her ass, said, "Yeah, it's a nice view up here." The drunk guy said, "Let me improve the view" and lifted her skirt up for a second. Jayne turned around quickly and said, "Hey!" he tall guy said, "Careful now." Drunk guy said, "She's wearing red panties, maybe she is a pro." Jayne said, "There not red." The other guy said, "Yes, they are, and only whores wear red panties. Jayne said, "Wrong." The tall guy said, "There's only one way to resolve it -- show us your panties." Jayne said, "You guys already had a panty flash, courtesy of your drunk friend here." Tall guy said, "Yeah, but all we could see in that quick flash was that you had pretty panties; we need to confirm the color." Jayne said, "Fine!", turned around and lifted her skirt up. Her panties were lace and sexy. They were divided by a seam across the back: below the seam, the material formed a little triangle as it went down and under her crotch, and above the seam, the material fanned out over her buns. She said, "See, there pink, not red." The other guy said, "Close enough." Jayne said, "It's surely not whore red." Tall guy said, "But it's not professional either." Jayne said, "People don't see my undies." Drunk guy said, "We're seeing 'em, and we like 'em." Drunk guy told her to turn around again, and he helped her do so, and then he crouched down and put his face right behind her ass and took in the view. He said, "You gotta a great ass, especially for white girl, and you dressed it up good today. I love a big round ass in little pretty panties." He ran his hand back and forth over her ass, stroking the lace material. Jayne stood there, not saying or doing anything to stop him, so the other guy did the same, finishing with a firm smack on her ass. The tall guy came up and undid the side zipper of her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Tall guy then went and sat in his office chair and said to Jayne, "Come here. I want a good look." He sat back and drank his champagne. Jayne walked over to him, turned around, and leaned over with her hands on her knees. He lightly fingered the edge of her panties and ran his finger along the back seam. Then, he grabbed the sides of her buns firmly with his hands and squeezed them together. He slapped her ass and said to me, "Your lady's gotta quality ass on her." Jayne looked back at the guy and smiled. He said, "And you know it, too, don't you, girl. I mean, this thing is a Grade A, Prime piece of ass meat." Jayne said, "Thank you." He said, "As the song goes, 'I like big butts and I can not lie, you other brothers can't deny, when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face, you get sprung.'" He stood up, held her hips, and thrust his crotch into her behind. Jayne gave out a little shreik, then laughed and jumped away. Tall guy said, "What's wrong, girl, your not gonna pretend that, after showing us your panties and bending your ass around this office, your surprised that you made my dick hard." Jayne said nothing, and other guy said, "Maybe she's afraid of snakes." Tall guy said, "There's nothing to be afraid of. Come here." Jayne walked back to him. He held his hands under her tits and said, "Look at 'em all in there, all wet and packed in so tight." Jayne giggled, and he unbuttoned her blouse to revealing her bra, which was made of pinkish red lace, matching her panties. He squeezed her tits and then put his hand inside the lace material. She reached up and started to slide her bra straps over her shoulders, but he said, "No, leave it on." He pulled the lace material down under her tits and said, "Like this. It's sluttier, especially with big titted bitches like you." He stood up and took his pants off and said, "Suck my black cock, bitch." She leaned over and began to stroke and suck his cock. It was big and long. She grabbed his buns as she sucked him. He moved her around so that he could look out the window. Other guy said, "The man likes to enjoy a nice view with his cock suck." Tall guy said, "Yeah, and I want everybody still working in all those offices across the street to see this white bitch sucking my cock and to know how I treat bitches in my office." He asked Jayne, "You like my cock?" She nodded. He said, "I bet your one of those white bitches who loves to take a big black cock in her ass." She said, "I don't know. Never tried it." Another guy said, "All she's tried up there is little white cocks." She said, "No, I've never had any cock of any color up my ass." Tall guy said, "Oh, I like to hear that from a bitch. I'm gonna take this sweet white ass for its first ride. I'm gonna fuck it good." He stood Jayne up and told her, "Take your panties off and bend it for me, bitch." He took the champagne bottle and said, "In honor of her first buttfuck" and he poured champagne on her ass. He stood up and told her, "Get on the floor, like a dog." Drunk guy said, "I got next." Other suit guy looked at his watch and said, "I wanna nail the bitch too, but, shit, man, we gotta meet the ladies at the show in a few minutes. We gotta get outta here." Tall guy said, "Hell, let's just three-way her, but I'm popping her ass cherry." The guys all gathered round her and she took turns sucking them, yanking them, and squeezing their buns. All 3 cocks were much thicker and longer than mine. Jayne said, "One thing I've always liked about tall guys is that they usually have big cocks." Tall guy said, "Tall black guys always have big cocks." Jayne said, "Three for three here." Other guy said to me, "Looks like your slut wife likes our strong black asses too." I did not answer but Jayne said, "Oh yeah" as she squeezed harder. Tall guy said, "Show us." He turned around and stuck his ass in her face. She laughed and gave his ass a little peck. He said, "No, not like that. Give it a big, old sloppy one." She planted her lips firmly against his ass cheek, opened her mouth, and licked, sucked, and kissed it. She did the same with the other guys' asses. Drunk guy squeezed her tit and said, "Suck us good. Make 'em shiny and ready, bitch." After another minute of sucking, tall guy said, "Let's do her." The other guy laid on the desk. Jayne just stood there. Tall guy said, "Move it, bitch, we're in a hurry" and picked her up and put her on top of the guy. She positioned her pussy onto his cock and they started fucking. The drunk guy stood by her head and slapped his dick against her face, until she took it in her mouth. Tall guy got behind her. He said, "Get ready bitch" and he rammed his cock up her ass. Each guy fucked his respective hole for a few minutes, until blowing their loads inside her. After that, they all began to get dressed again, as Jayne lay on the floor, exhausted. I picked up her clothes. Other guy said, "We're almost late. Let's go." Tall guy said to me, "Get your whore wife outta here, but leave her panties here for my souvenir." Drunk guy said, "And give me her bra." I handed the men their souvenirs, and I picked Jayne up, put on her skirt and blouse and got her moving. She had trouble walking, and drunk guy said, "We fucked that bitch so good she's bow-legged." As we left his office, Jayne reached in her purse, and threw some of her businesses back toward them and said, "Please call me, guys. I'll be your bitch any time you want." Other guy said, "Auf Wiedersehen, bitch." 4130 1.58/512345