Fucktoberfest
It was the German quarter of town and on that cool October afternoon, the two college coeds had come to see what the flyers had promised was going to be a really big deal and if first impressions meant anything at all, then the two girls were definitely impressed.
“Would you look at this,” Grace Allen said. “I love all the booths here.”
“I know,” her friend said. “I love street fairs like this.”
“I know. Hey look at this,” Grace said as she pulled her friend up to a booth. “Aren’t these cute?”
Helen Colliers looked at the earrings that her friend had her eyes on. They looked more like cheap glass, she thought but she knew better than to tell her friend that. Grace always was a bit of a fool for stuff like that.
“Look at this,” Grace said as she held up blue, dangly earrings. “What do you think about these?”
“They’re nice,” Helen said tentatively.
“Yeah, I think so, too,” Grace agreed.
“But maybe you want to see other things before you buy the first thing you see.”
“Yeah,” Grace said wistfully, “but I like them.”
“You can always come back later if you want to.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
The civic leaders had gone all out with the event. Several blocks of the main street had been blocked off and booth after booth after booth had been set up where vendors could sell their wares and off on the side streets, there were vendors with all sorts of foods. Some of the food booths proudly proclaimed that the money spent there was going to some local charity and some did not and off to either side of the street were the various bars and restaurants that when there wasn’t anything else going on made this such a popular place to go. While there might have been food served on the streets, the owners of these establishments weren’t about to forego a little extra business if they could get it.
One such place was Henry’s Hofbrau. A man stood outside trying to entice passers by to enter and Grace and Helen were hardly immune to his pitch. “Ladies,” the man said. “Would you like a drink?”
“No thanks,” Grace said.
“Are you sure? It’s good beer.”
“We’re sure,” Grace said.
“Perhaps you’d like to make some friends. Perhaps you’d like to meet some guy friends.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I just thought that ladies such as yourself might like to make some new friends.”
“You mean you think we’re loose.”
“No, no, nothing like that.”
“What is it like then?”
“Nothing.”
“Come on,” Helen told her friend. “Let’s go.”
Grace glared at the man. “Yeah, that’s right. We’ll be going.”
“Can you believe the nerve of that guy,” Grace said as her friend hustled her away.
“I don’t know. He wasn’t that bad.”
“What?”
“If you ask me, you were overreacting again, you know, like you do sometimes.”
“I was not overreacting.”
“Mm hmm.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Yeah right.”
“Come on. Let’s go look at some more booths.”
It was as if her friend had said the magic words. Grace smiled. “You’re on,” she said. “Let’s go.”
It was a few hours later when the two women were greeted once again by the man in front of Henry’s Hofbrau. “Well, well, well, would you look at what we have here. Welcome back, Ladies.”
Grace sighed. “You again. What are you doing? Are you following us around?”
“Me? I haven’t gone anywhere. I’ve been standing here the whole time.”
“What?”
“It’s my job,” the man said. “It looks like you must have circled back around to see me. Maybe that’s because you’d like to have some beer.”
“Yeah right,” Grace retorted but before she could say anything more, her friend elbowed her in the ribs.
Sometimes her friend could get so uppity but there was a way to put her friend in her place and that was to make her try something she didn’t really want to do and besides there was something else that Helen had seen as well. “You’re on,” Helen said sweetly. “We’d love to have a beer.”
The man smiled and he motioned the two women inside the bar. “Then by all means,” he told them. “Step right in.”
“What was that all about?” Grace asked. “Why are we here?”
“Did you see those guys?” Helen asked.
“What guys?”
“There were these two guys that went in while you were talking to that guy.”
Grace couldn’t help but let out an exasperated sigh. “You’re kidding, aren’t you. You mean we’re here because of a couple of guys?”
“A couple of cute guys and the fact that you can be kind of a bitch sometimes.”
“I was not being a bitch.”
“I didn’t say you were. I said you could be so we’re going to go inside and we’re going to have a couple of beers.”
Grace sighed and yet at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel some measure of satisfaction that her friend had done this. It wouldn’t have been her style to go chasing after a couple of guys, even if they were cute ones but okay, she could have a beer and if the beer just happened to have a cute guy attached to it, so much the better ...
A man stepped up to the two women. “Can I interest you in a couple of beers?” she asked.
“We’re just looking for a couple of guys,” Grace said.
“I don’t know anything about cute guys but the beers are on the house,” the man said.
“Really?”
“Mm hmm,” and the fellow’s voice dropped conspiratorially. “I think the owner knows he can always get guys to come in here. I think what he really wants is attractive ladies such as yourself.”
In spite of themselves, both girls preened at the implied compliment. “Well I suppose we could,” Grace said.
“Coming right up,” the man said.
Grace was looking around the place. “You know, this isn’t too bad a place,” she whispered to her friend. “I wonder why they have trouble getting girls to come in here.”
“I don’t know. I hope whatever the reason is doesn’t suddenly become painfully obvious.”
“Yeah. You got a point there.”
But already the man was back with a tray and with two tall, glasses of beer. “Here you go, Ladies.”
“Oh, I could never drink that much,” Grace said.
The man just smiled. “It’s okay. Around here, there’s no such thing as a small glass of beer.”
The two women took the beers and the man quickly departed. Grace took a tentative sip from her beer and then she nodded. “You know, I’m not usually much of a beer drinker but I think I could get used to this.”
That’s when Helen did the same and just like her friend, she nodded approvingly, too. “I see what you mean,” she said.
At just that moment, a band started up and Grace shook her head. “Gah. Polka music. Now I think we know why they don’t get many women in here. Let’s just find these guys you were looking for and let’s get out of here.”
The women moved deeper into the beer hall and while there were plenty of guys inside, none of them seemed to be either of the two that Helen had seen going in but even if they weren’t finding what they were looking for, it seemed as if plenty of guys were looking for them. Finally, Grace let out an exasperated sigh as she put down an empty beer mug. “I’m not sure how much more of this I can take. Let’s get out of here.”
But almost as soon as she’d put the beer down, someone had pressed another one into her hand. What the hell, and now that she thought about it, just where the heck was her friend.
“Helen,” she called out softly. “Helen, where are you?”
Damn, could they shut off that damned polka music for just a moment. It was okay if it had a nice beat but it was so loud that it was kind of hard to think.
There was a blond talking with some guys. Maybe the blond had seen her friend. She put a hand on the blond’s shoulder.
I’m looking for someone. That was what she’d meant to say only when the girl turned, Grace was too startled to say anything at all. “Helen,” she finally stammered out. “Is that you?”
“Ja.”
“What?”
“I said yes,” her friend said irritably.
“We’ve got to ... something’s wrong here. We’ve got to go.”
“What’s wrong? I don’t want to go.”
She could have told her friend but it just seemed easier to show her. “Come on,” Grace said as she dragged a barely willing Helen behind her and into the women’s restroom. “Look at yourself,” she said. “You have blond hair.”
“Yeah well so do you.”
Oh my God. Helen was right. She did have blond hair. It was amazing how she’d not noticed it before. It was amazing how good her golden hair looked on her.
“Can I go now?” Helen asked.
“No. We’ve got to get out of here.”
“Why?”
Why? That was a good question and it was a question that Grace just didn’t have the answer to. She was just sure that they had to go and she wasn’t going to let her friend talk her out of it. “Come on. Let’s go.”
The two women stepped out of the restroom but they’d barely made it more than a few paces away before a man with the tray stepped up to them. “Ladies,” the man said. “Another beer?”
Grace shook her head but when the man walked away, she realized that her and her friend were both holding beers in their hands. Helen took a drink. “Zis is goot beer,” she said.
“Helen.”
It was almost as if her friend didn’t hear her so Grace tried again.
“Helen.”
Again, it was as if her friend didn’t hear her and Grace was starting to get a bit annoyed. She didn’t like to be ignored.
“Helga.”
“Ja?”
Something was wrong but for the life of her, Grace couldn’t seem to figure it out.
“Vhat is the matter,” Helga asked with concern. “You look so confused.”
“I ... I. Am confused.”
“Ah Gretchen, liebchen, you vorry too much. You need to drink some beer.”
She needed to drink some beer. No wait. That wasn’t it at all and yet there she was lifting her glass to her lips.
“Zat goot?”
“Ja, Helga. Zat goot.”
The two women moved out again into the bar. Gretchen could feel her foot bouncing to the beat of the polka band. This wasn’t so bad, she told herself. No, it wasn’t bad at all. She turned to look at her friend. “Hey,” she exclaimed.
“Vhat?”
“Vhat ees zat zat you are vearink?”
“Vhat?”
“You look like a barmaid.”
“Yeah, vell so do you.”
“Vhat?”
“It’s true. Just look at yourself.”
That required a mirror. It would have been easy if they were still in the bathroom but seeing as how they were not ...
Gretchen spied a mirror behind the bar and as she looked, she caught sight of herself and ...
And her friend was right. She was in fact dressed like a quintessential Bavarian barmaid and as much as she tried to tell herself that this was wrong, there was something that kept trying to tell her that it was just fine.
She took another sip of her beer and she looked at herself again.
Actually, it didn’t really look all that wrong. Why shouldn’t she be dressed the way she was. It was her job after all.
What? No, and yet ...
And yet what was wrong with that? Why shouldn’t she be a barmaid.
Where the heck was her friend? It seemed as if Helga had wandered off somewhere. Darn it. She had to find the girl before it was too late, Gretchen told herself although for the life of her, she would have found it hard to answer the question of what it was that they might be too late for.
All she knew was she had to find her friend.
There she was. She was bending over a guy in a chair but when she went and tapped the girl on the shoulder, it was obvious that the girl wasn’t her friend at all but the weird thing was that from behind at least, the girl had looked almost exactly like her friend. Same blond hair. Same barmaid’s outfit.
Only this girl had had had blue eyes.
And big tits. The girl in question had certainly had big tits. She’d certainly filled out her barmaid’s uniform.
“Can I help you?” the girl had asked.
“Um, no. It vas my mistake.”
The girl seemed perfectly satisfied with that and with that, she’d turned back to the man that she’d been servicing.
So where was her friend?
For the moment at least, that was her question until something else got her attention. She hadn’t noticed it at first but she had big breasts, too.
How could she not have noticed that, Gretchen wondered. How could she not have noticed that she had big breasts, too.
The answer of course was simple now that she thought about it. The answer of course was that she’d always big breasts. She was after all just a simple country girl and that was the way they grew them in the country.
“Gretchen,” a man called out to her. “What are you doing just standing around here? I’m not paying you to just stand around.”
Gretchen couldn’t help but quiver at the rebuke. “I’m sorry, Boss.”
Boss? Why the hell had she just called him Boss?
“I don’t pay you to be sorry,” the man said even as he was thrusting a tray at Gretchen. “I pay you to take good care of my customers. Now if you can’t do that, I’m sure I can find someone who will.”
“No, no,” Gretchen assured the man. “There’s no need to do that. I can do zat.”
“Then why are you just standing around here talking to me. Get out there.”
Gretchen moved out onto the floor and she saw some men sitting around a table. “Vhat can I get for you gentlemen?” she asked.
She couldn’t help but notice the way the men looked her up and down but then they were pacing their orders with her. They all wanted beer which of course was just the way it should be.
“Comink right up,” she promised them and with that, she went off to fetch their drinks. It wasn’t long before she was back again with the men’s orders which she quickly placed in front of them. “Is zere anything else I can get for you?” she asked.
“We’ll there is one thing,” one of the man said and even as he was saying it, he was sliding a hand up between her legs.
She wasn’t supposed to let that happen, she told herself. She was a good girl. Sure she might not have been as sophisticated as the girls from the city, but out in the country, they knew enough to be able to tell right from wrong and she knew that was wrong.
But then there was the problem with her visa that her boss had told her about. Something about work permits or visas or some such thing. The bottom line was that she needed to keep her head down and not draw attention to herself so really, if a man wanted to slide his hand between her legs, she should let him do that as long as it didn’t go any further than that.
The only thing was he was sliding his hand up under her petticoats and now his and was almost there. His hand was almost to her panties. She should stop him, she told herself but she didn’t want to make a fuss.
And then his hand really was there and she could feel him stroking her panties against her pussy. “How’s this?” he asked.
“It’s goot,” Gretchen answered a little bit breathlessly.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” the girl said quickly. “No. Don’t shtop.”
He wasn’t stopping and Gretchen was sure he hadn’t really ever had any intention of ever stopping but now he was rubbing her panties even more forcefully against her pussy and as she stood there, Gretchen knew that the rest of the men were watching her, too.
“What do you say we get these off of you,” the man said.
“Ja,” Gretchen agreed. “Let’s do that.”
It wasn’t such a big deal, Gretchen told herself as the man took her panties down. She could feel the man’s fingers coming back again and now they were rubbing up against her bare, wet pussy. It wasn’t such a big deal. She came from a farm where animals did stuff like this all the time.
Of course, she wasn’t an animal but he was a male and she was a female and it was only right that the female should attract and that the male should come.
“Why don’t you sit here,” the man said even as he patted a space on his leg.
Sit there. Sure she could do that and Gretchen cheerfully slid her arm around the man even as his fingers continued to diddle her pussy.
“Maybe we ought to see what you have in here,” the man said even as his fingers tugged at her blouse.
“Nein,” the girl said.
“No? Really? You think not.”
Gretchen shook her head. She knew it was wrong to let this guy see her breasts. “I’m not zat kind of girl.”
“Oh I don’t know. I think you’re not giving yourself enough credit. You could be that kind of girl ... if you wanted to.”
What? No, he didn’t understand, the girl told herself.“I have to go,” she said.
“We’ll, if you must,” the man said. “If you must, then you must.”
Gretchen clumsily pulled herself to her feet and then she was staggering away. She had to get away.
It was hard to find but Gretchen found a quiet place in the bar where she could finally be off to herself. What was the matter with her, she asked herself.
And into he little place of solitude stumbled a bubbly blond. The newcomer giggled as she came upon Gretchen. “Oh hi,” the buxom blond said. “Vhat are you doink here?”
There was something familiar about the blond, Gretchen thought, something she thought she should recognize. There was ...
“Helga?”
“Ja, it’s me. It’s Helga.”
“It’s me,” Gretchen said. “It’s me. It’s Gretchen.”
For a moment, the other girl’s blue eyes went wide and her voice quavered just a bit. “Gretchen,” the girl said but almost as quickly as uncertainty had raised its ugly head, that uncertainty was gone. “How are you doink?”
“Vhat?”
“How are you doink her? Have you noticed all the cute guys here?”
Gretchen just stared at her friend.
“Do you know vhat I’ve been doink?” her friend asked. “I’ve been lettink all the cute guys fuck me.”
Vhat?”
“I’ve been lettink the cute guys fuck me,” the girl gushed, “and I can’t vait to let zem do it again.”
Gretchen couldn’t help but stare at her friend as her friend turned around and walked back out where all the people were. What the hell was going on here.
Gretchen was still asking herself that when her boss came back to find her. “What are you doing here?” the man asked. “Don’t you know there are customers out there that are still waiting to get their beers so get out there and go do your job.”
Gretchen quickly picked up her tray and she was scurrying out to wear the patrons were waiting for her.
She came across a group of men. “Vhat can I get for you gentlemen?” she asked.
One of the men smiled at her. “I think you know what we want,” the man told her. “We want beer.”
“Comink right up,” Gretchen said and it wasn’t long before she was back with their orders in hand.
“You know, you really are one heck of a cutie,” the apparent spokesman said. “Did you know that?”
Gretchen just shrugged.
“Why don’t you join us.”
“I’m really not supposed to.”
“I said join us,” and before Gretchen even realized she was doing it, she was sitting down with the group of men.
“There now. That’s better, isn’t it.”
Gretchen nodded numbly.
“Pick up a beer,” the man ordered and again, Gretchen did as she was told to do.
“Drink,” the man ordered.
Just as she’d been told to do, Gretchen started to drink but it seemed as if the man was unimpressed. “Drink,” he ordered again.
Gretchen drank again.
Still, the man seemed unimpressed. His hand tilted the bottom of Gretchen’s mug upwards and suddenly, the beer wasn’t just flowing into her mouth but it was dribbling down over her face and onto her clothes. “Ach,” the startled girl said, “vhat have you done.”
“What?”
“You are getting me all vet,” Gretchen pouted.
“Because you weren’t doing what you were supposed to do. Now open your mouth. Me and my buddies here are thirsty.”
Gretchen balefully opened her mouth. She wasn’t sure she trusted this man but it was her job to service her customers so reluctantly, she did what she was told to do.
Once more, beer was being poured into her mouth only this time, it wasn’t so much that it overflowed her mouth. “Now you just keep that there,” the man said.
This was silly the barmaid told herself and yet she did what she was told to do.
One of the men moved forward and he was kissing her. No, not kissing. Well yes, kissing, but just as much, he was taking the beer from her open mouth. Oh my. That was hot. That was so very hot. it didn’t matter if she was just a poor simple country girl. That was hot.
“Open your mouth,” the spokesman said again and this time, Gretchen couldn’t wait to comply and once more, her mouth was filled with beer and once more, another of the men was kissing and licking the beer from her mouth.
When that man was done, she barely had to be told to do it again. She knew what they wanted and she new she wanted this, too.
Around and around they went until each of the men had sampled the beer from her mouth. It didn’t matter that her mind was feeling a bit muddled from all the beer that had slid down her throat. She wanted this. She knew she did and she was perfectly willing to let the men have another round with her but the men seemed to have another idea.
“I think it’s time we saw your pussy,” the spokesman said.
Gretchen didn’t even hesitate. The barmaid just leaned back and she pulled up her skirt.
“You’re not wearing any panties,” the man observed.
Gretchen looked down at herself. How had that happened, she wondered.
“No matter,” the man said. “I do think it’s time we got that pussy wet, don’t you?”
Gretchen couldn’t help but nod eagerly and that’s when the man took a mug of beer and started to pour some of it over the barmaid’s exposed pussy.
“Ach, that’s cold,” the girl squealed. “It’s cold. It’s cold.”
“Maybe it just feels cold because your pussy is so hot.”
Maybe, the girl allowed, but it was still cold.
“Your pussy certainly is wet.”
“Ja,” the girl agreed. “Eet’s vet.”
“And I think you know what we need to do with a wet pussy and even as she laid there looking up at him, the man slid in between her legs and then he was sliding his cock up inside her pussy.”
“Ja,” the girl moaned. “Ja. Eet’s goot. Eet’s goot. Eet’s so goot.”
The man must have thought so, too, because he kept fucking her pussy until finally he came inside her and only then did he pull out only to be replaced by another of the men.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “Oh yeah. Zat’s goot. Zat’s goot.”
They were lining up. Gretchen knew that. They were lining up to fuck her pussy and Gretchen knew she couldn’t wait to have each and every one of them do it to her.
It seemed as if every one of wanted to give her pussy a little dousing of beer before sticking his cock inside her and while the beer was cold, it was kind of hot, too, now that she’d gotten used to the idea and besides, she had a mug of beer in her hand and even if she didn’t know where that mug had come from she just kept drinking from it every time one of the guys wanted to put his cook in her pussy. “Oh yeah,” she’d moan. “Oh yeah. Zat’s goot. Zat’s very, very good.”
Each man would fuck her and each one would cum inside her and every time each one did, she’d take another drink of beer.
When the last man was done, she stood up. She was a little bit tipsy but now she noticed something. She didn’t have any clothes. Darn it. Where was her uniform. She was sure she’d had it when she’d come over here to serve these guys.
Hmm. Serve them? They looked rather worn out actually, Gretchen thought. Too bad. She would have liked a little something more. Too bad these men weren’t up to it but maybe she could find some who were. She went over to the spokesman for the group and she leaned over him and she kissed him on the forehead. “I guess I’ll be goink,” she said.
“Going? Going where? I thought we were just getting started.”
She giggled at the man. “You men are all alike,” she mockingly chided him. “You talk a goot game but when it comes down to following through—”
“You think we’re only talking?” the man asked and before Gretchen realized what was happening, he was pulling her down onto his cock. “Does this look like we’re kidding?”
All Gretchen could think about was she hoped the men were enjoying watching her get fucked like this. In fact, she was sure they were. She wasn’t sure how she knew it but she was sure she knew that her butt had just the right amount of jiggle to it so if they were watching her ...
Then on the other hand, maybe they weren’t just content to watch. She could feel one of the men with his hand on her ass and then ...
“Oh ja. Zat’s it. Fuck me in za ass. Oh ja. Fuck me. Fuck me zere.”
He did and he wasn’t the only one. It seemed as if every one of the men wanted to fuck her in whatever way possible and she was more than willing to let them do it.
It was some time later when Grace and Helen left the bar and while neither one of them could recall just exactly what had happened inside, both of them were sure they had to come back again real soon because after all, Fuckoberfest isn’t just a one month a year event. Fucktoberfest happens all year long.