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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Amateur Hour (FF, MF, MMMF, voy, exh)
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Amateur Hour (FF, MF, MMMF, voy, exh)

By Gina Regetti (aagina@hotmail.com)
--comments welcome--

Gina shivered as she heard the raucous applause, catcalls, and wolf
whistles from the main bar area. There were only two more contestants
before it would be her turn, and she was suddenly finding it very
difficult to imagine walking onstage in front of a crowd of strangers
(except for her husband) and stripping off her clothes. What had
started as a joking suggestion for Steve's birthday had become all too
real, and now she could feel herself starting to panic. For years, she
had indulged one of her husband's favorite fantasies, to show off his
wife's body in public. It had started in the privacy of their own
bedroom, as she performed stripteases for Steve's pleasure. Frankly,
it turned her on a lot too, especially watching him stroke himself
while she slowly, sexily disrobed.

But things had progressed from there, sometimes getting a little out
of control. On a cross-country trip to see her brother-in-law in San
Diego, Steve had convinced her to flash truckers on the interstates as
they were roaring through Indiana, and later Kansas. At first she had
refused, but he kept pestering her until, finally, she took unbuttoned
her top and flashed her bare breasts at an oncoming truck. At the
speed they were going, Gina knew, there was little that the driver
would see anyway. Steve loved it, and even reached over to tweak her
hard nipple, but he decided he wanted more. So when they went to pass
a truck in Kansas, barreling along Route 70, Steve dared her to flash
the trucker as they went by. By this time, Gina was beginning to get a
bit annoyed about the whole thing, so--to Steve's shock and
surprise--she whipped off her top completely, and pressed her tits
against the window.

It took a few moments for the trucker to sense that the car next to
him wasn't going past, and he glanced down. Gina laughed as his eyes
got wide, and he swerved a bit. Then the trucker got a big grin on his
face, and pulled twice on the air horn above his head. Gina gave him a
nice little show, even squeezing and pulling on her nipples, but
finally Steve got nervous  and they pulled ahead of him. The trucker
stuck close to their tail for miles, but finally exited. The whole
thing made them both a bit shaky, but that night they had a wild
session of unbridled sex in their motel room.

This was different though. When Steve came home from work one night
excited about the sign he had seen in the Tomcat Club window, Gina had
made her little joke. Sure, she would enter the amateur strip contest.
Heck, for a $700 prize, why not? She'd do it as a birthday present to
him.

For weeks leading up to it, Steve wouldn't stop talking about it, and
at some point, Gina realized that they had crossed some invisible
line. He really wanted her to do it. And part of her wanted to do it
too.

But now, just minutes away from going onstage, she wasn't so sure, and
she paced nervously up and down the hallway waiting her turn at one of
the two dressing rooms.

"First time, hon?"

Gina turned to see a pretty brunette woman eyeing her, a smile playing
about her lips.

"Is it that obvious?" Gina asked, with a smile.

"Well, I just haven't seen you on the circuit before. My name's
Helen."

"Gina. What circuit? What do you mean?"

"Well," Helen answered, "there's five or so clubs up in P.G. County,
and a few more over in Montgomery. Three in the District. There's a
regular rotation of these contests. A lot of the girls do the whole
rotation. It can be good money. Everyone gets tips, and of course
there's the prize money for a lucky few."

"Have you ever won?" Gina asked.

"Me? Naw. Came in third once. I mostly just do it for fun. And the
tips are a nice piece of change. This is always the most popular club
to do, though, at least for the brave ones. You can make tons of money
at the after-party, if you're willing to loosen up a little."

"After-party?"

Helen looked at her with a smirk. "You really are a newbie, aren't
you, hon? Listen, this club, The Tomcat, has two kinds of crowds, and
two kinds of shows. The contest happens during the 10 to midnight
period. That one's for everybody. But at midnight, they have last
call, and then--to all appearances--close up shop. But really the
fun's just beginning. The place reopens, invitation only, and the
girls that are willing to stay put on a private show. Totally x-rated,
anything goes. It's hot."

Gina licked her lips, which were suddenly very dry, and swallowed
nervously. Trying to sound casual, she asked, "So, what kind of thing
happens?"

"Gina, I've seen all kinds of things at those after parties. Usually
it starts out with a girl-girl show, and then there's one gal here who
usually invites three guys from the audience to join her up onstage.
She takes 'em all on."

"All at once?" Gina was incredulous, but she could also feel herself
getting turned on by what Helen was describing.

"Uh huh. One in the ass, one in the pussy, one in her mouth. Wild,
huh?"

Gina could only nod. She felt her face flushing red, and a flood of
images were going through her brain. Why had Steve never mentioned any
of this? She knew he had been to this club several times with friends
of his. She almost missed what Helen said next.

"Any gal who agrees to stay makes $1,000 minimum, and most make a lot
more than that in tips. A hot number like you," Helen let her eyes run
up and down Gina's body appreciately, "could come home with a nice
tidy little sum." Gina felt herself shiver again. Helen's gaze had
been very direct, almost like she was making a pass at her. Then the
room in front of them opened, and a blonde girl came out dressed like
one of the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders. She looked like every man's
fantasy fuck. Gina felt Helen push her inside.

"That's the girl I was telling you about. Chenelle, her name is. The
one who takes on three studs at once." Gina found herself staring at
the young woman's twitching behind as it moved down the hall. Mentally
she was imagining what the girlwould look like, impaled on all those
cocks. Then she realized Helen was shutting the door.

"Listen," Helen was saying, "why dontcha  let me help you get ready? I
can give you a few pointers." Gina felt a little awkward at the
thought of undressing in front of her new friend, then realized with a
smirk how silly she was being. In a few minutes she was going to be
naked in front of a roomful of howling men. And she realize that she
had decided to go through with it.

Gina quickly told Helen what she planned to do in her act. Her idea
was to come out dressed like a very ordinary, fifties-style housewife.
Underneath, though, she wanted to wear the sluttiest underwear she
could find. The club provided the women with a huge variety of styles
and sizes, much of it donated by local stores hoping to find new
customers.

"That's sounds great, Gina. The boys'll lap that up. The first thing,
though," Helen said, "is to see what you really look like. Strip off
your clothes for me, hon." She said it very matter of factly, and then
turned and began rummaging through the lingerie. Gina hesitated, then
began pulling off her turtleneck. She thought that Helen was stealing
little glances her direction as she removed her bra, then started
peeling her stretchy black pants down. Last off were her panties, and
then she was standing there naked, with her back to Helen, but
watching the other woman in the mirror that covered one wall. For a
moment Helen just stood there, and Gina had a chance to admire her as
well. Helen was wearing a tight black leather corset that left her
belly exposed. She was amply built--not fat at all, but fleshy in all
the right places. Her breasts, in particular, were large, larger than
Gina's, even though she was a 36C. Helen was also wearing a leather
g-string, and Gina found herself staring between the other woman's
legs, to where a tiny bit of fabric covered her pussy. She must be
shaved clean, Gina thought, to wear something so skimpy. Then her eyes
wandered slightly, catching the reflection in the mirror on the other
wall. She gasped slightly, as she saw that the g-string only had a
thin strap going up between the well-rounded cheeks of Helen's butt.
Her backside was almost completely exposed. The brunette starting
walking towards her.

"Like what you see, hon?" she asked, her voice almost a purr. "Because
I sure do. You're going to have to beat 'em off with a stick tonight.
You might have to start with me." She was standing right behind Gina
now, so close that Gina could feel her hot breath on her ear, and then
she watched, almost trance-like, as Helen reached around and cupped
her breasts in her hands. "First of all," she said, "you want to make
sure your nipples are nice and hard. Doesn't seem like that's gonna be
too much of a problem for you." Gina moaned softly as the other woman
caught her nipples between her fingers, rolled them softly, and then
began tugging on them in ways that sent delicious tingles rippling
through her, all the way to her pussy. "Then," Helen whispered in her
ear, "you want to make sure your pussy is nice and wet for when you
take your g-string off. Oh yes," she said approvingly, "you're already
nice and wet, hon." Gina could tell that Helen was right, and she
found herself leaning back against her as Helen reached down, sliding
the tips of her fingers over the nub of her clitoris, and sliding into
the wet folds of her pussy. "Too bad you're not shaved, but maybe this
hairy black bush of yours'll be a nice contrast. It looks good enough
to eat." Gina felt the other woman sliding down to the floor, and she
reached down to grab the edge of the makeup table, unconsciously
spreading her legs wider apart. Then she felt Helen's hot breath on
her pussy, and knew she was about to put her tongue inside her.

It had been years since Gina had had sex with another woman-- not
since her college days. Even Steve didn't know about it, but there had
been a period of several years when she had been actively bisexual.
She'd gotten to know Steve her senior year (he was attending a nearby
school), and gradually she'd just started dating him exclusively. But
with the first touch of Helen's long tongue on her clit, the memories
and excitement of lesbian sex flooded her mind, just as her pussy was
flooding with her own juices. Gina groaned, and reached down to caress
Helen's face, pressing herself closer to the wonderful, lashing
tongue. Helen murmured something that Gina couldn't quite catch, and
then pushed her tongue up inside her slit. Gina just hung on, rocking
and quivering as the brunette touched all the right places up inside
her. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and before Gina could
gather herself or answer, the stage manager, Peter, was sticking his
head in. His eyes widened as he took in the erotic scene before him,
but he kept his composure, although his mouth broke into a crooked
grin.

"Uh, sorry to interrupt ladies but--um--Gina is due up in five." He
started to retreat, then added, "You two ought to save yourselves for
later anyway." Then he was gone, shutting the door behind him.

Helen emerged from between her legs, wearing a grin and a shiny
coating of pussy juice on her cheeks. "Guess it's time to saddle up,
hon." She stood up and put her arms around Gina, squeezing her
fingertips into the firm flesh of her ass. She pulled her into a tight
embrace,   grinding her leather-covered pussy up hard against Gina's
crotch. They kissed wetly, with Gina surrendering to the delicious
sensation of Helen's tongue fencing with her own. Then they pulled
apart breathlessly. "Listen, hon," Helen said. "There's a $500 bonus
for doing the girl show to kick off the after-party. If you're game..."
but Gina was already nodding, her eyes sparkling with lust. "Damn!"
Helen said. "We gotta get you ready."

They picked out a real whore's ensemble: a scarlet red corset, with a
push-up top that left Gina's tits naked and outthrust, like pears on a
platter, and a matching garter and stocking set. Gina already was
wearing black stiletto heels, and she had brought the prim dress to
cover it all. Then Helen was leading her by the hand down the hall,
and out to the wings of the stage. Chenelle was just finishing her
set, wearing nothing now but the short white cowboy boots. For her
finale, she bent over at the waist, her ass to the audience, legs
spread wide. Her pussy looked wet and inviting, and she reached down
between her legs and spread her lips, showing her pink, as the men
stood up clapping and roaring. It would be a tough act to follow. Then
Chenelle was prancing past them, naked titties bouncing, her body
coated in a delicious sheen of sweat. Gina looked over at Helen, who
grinned and gave her a thumbs up, and then she heard the announcer
introducing her.

"All you men out there must wonder what your wives are like when
you're not around. Well here to show us tonight, appearing for the
first time on our stage, let's give a big welcome to a lovely Italian
housewife: Gina!!!" A lively round of applause rippled through the
crowd, and Gina found herself walking out onstage to the pole in the
center, blinking in the bright lights.

She had tried many times in the past few weeks imagining what this
moment would be like, this moment when she was standing before a crowd
of strangers about to strip for them, but it was nothing like she'd
pictured it. Mostly, in her imaginings, her mind had been full of
fears and anxiety, but now that she was here, she found it easy to
lose herself in the moment. Part of it, she was sure, was due to the
encounter she had just had with Helen in the dressing room. She could
still feel the juice traveling down her upper thigh, seeping from her
pussy, and yet there was also the special erotic buzz that comes from
being incredibly aroused but not yet cumming. She could feel her hard
nipples pressing firmly against the front of her dress, and thought
about how hot she must look, like madonna and whore all wrapped up in
one. When the music started, she found it easy to move to the sultry
beat: Bob Seger's "Down on Main Street."

Pretty soon she was twirling around the pole, watching herself in the
mirrors, seeing the hem of her dress fly up far enough to reveal the
straps on her garters. The dress she was wearing buttoned all the way
down the front, and as she danced, it was easy to slip her hand down
secretively, unbuttoning first a button on top, then on the bottom. By
the end of the song, there were only two buttons left, and the crowd
was pressing towards the stage, urging her on. The second song
started--Journey's "Faithfully"--and the last two buttons went. But
she continued the tease, working the crowd like a pro. Then she
spotted Steve, standing next to the stage on one side. Knowing that
the crowd would have no idea that he was her husband, she suddenly
strutted over to him, took hold of his hair gently in her hands, and
then quickly whipped her dress open and closed, enveloping his head
inside. Her motion had caused her to flash her tits at the crowd, and
they roared, wondering who the lucky guy was. Steve played his part
well, sliding his fingers up the back of her thighs, and squeezing the
cheeks of her ass. Playfully, Gina backed away from him, and in the
process, she let the dress fall. Now she was standing in front of the
audience in her scarlet slut wear, and they bellowed their approval.
Beers raised up and foamed, and she could see boozed-up friends
high-fiving each other.

Now Gina dropped all pretense at coyness, going into a total bump and
grind. The slow song ended, and her third and last number started up:
Rod Stewart's "Hot Legs." The transformation was complete. Now Gina
was playing the part of everybody's whore. As she strutted toward the
audience, her bare tits bouncing sexily, Gina reached behind her to
untie the ribbon on her g-string. Right as she got up near the edge of
the stage, just a foot away from the men lining the edge, she whipped
away her g-string, flashing her bare, busy pussy right in the men's
faces. The crowd went wild, and a huge cheer went up. But Gina was
just getting warmed up, as the men began chanting her name, she turned
around, looked back over her bare shoulder with a smoldering, sultry
look, and slowly sank to her knees. Slowly, she stretched back,
thrusting her bare ass closer and closer to the red-faced man standing
there. He was unable to resist, and shakily reached out his hand and
started running his finger up and down her wet slit. Gina turned and
looked over at Steve, who was staring transfixed at the scene before
him. He grinned and gave her a thumbs-up signal, and Gina knew that he
was loving this. She started moving down the line, side-walking on her
knees, letting each man have a feel of her tight behind, or touch her
pussy. Some were bolder than others; one man even finger-fucked her
with two fingers briefly, and another pulled her behind down closer so
her could lick her crack. The crowd was going crazy, and then the song
came to an end. Gina hopped up and twirled around on the pole, and
then strutted off sexily, the audience chanting "Gina....Gina....Gina!!!!"

Helen was waiting in the wings, due to go onstage next. She had added
a leather biker's jacket to her outfit, covering her top and extending
down to just below her almost-bare behind. She had a huge grin on her
face as she congratulated Gina. "That was super-hot, hon. You got 'em
ready now," she said, as she pulled Gina close for another wet kiss.
The announcer was shouting something and the audience cheered in
response, and then Helen was introduced.

Helen's act was total slut from the get-go. She advanced to the pole,
and seemed to regard it as a sexual partner, contorting her body
around it, and frequently pushing her crotch up against it lewdly. The
whole routine exuded raw sex, and the crowd loved it. Gina watched
from the wings, and started taking the time now to look the audience
over. Since the stage was brightly lit, and she was in the shadows,
she could observe without being seen.

She was surprised at what a mix the audience was. It was about equally
split between white and black--mostly men, of course, but Gina even
saw a few women here and there; some of the men wore business slacks
and shirts, with loosened ties, having come straight from work, while
others were plainly workmen or laborers of one kind or another. One
boisterous group seemed to be members of some local football team.
They were drinking a lot of beer and being very loud, and most of them
were enormous. She could see her husband watching Helen intently, and
she wondered what he would think when she told him about what the two
women had been doing backstage. Then she remembered that she and Helen
would be showing him--and all the other men--what they'd been up to in
a few minutes, and she could feel her pussy tingle at the thought.

She looked over beyond where Steve was standing, and her eye was drawn
to a very pretty redhead sitting with several men. She seemed to be
enjoying the show quite a bit, and as Gina watched her for a moment,
one of the waitresses came to their table. Gina admired the outfit the
waitress had on, black hot pants, and a white shirt tied under her
breasts. She collected all the glasses at the redhead's table and put
down another round. Everyone seemed to be having a great time.

Gina turned back to Helen, now entering her third song. The leather
jacket was long gone, as was the bustier. She wore only the black
g-string and knee-high leather boots, and her body was drenched in
perspiration. Gina had a sudden strong desire to lick her, to taste
the salty sweat with her own lips, and she reached down to run a
finger through her own wet slit. Then came a shocker: Helen did this
terrific move where she turned her back to the audience, grabbed the
pole up high, and shook her buttocks so that they vibrated and bounced
really fast. With just the thin strap of the g-string running up her
crack, the effect was fantastic. But then she turned and walked over
near where Gina had stood, directly in front of the men on the edge of
the stage. As they all started chanting "off...Off...OFF!!!" she reached
down and undid the ties on either side of her pussy. Slowly, grinning
wickedly at the men, she peeled the panties away, and a gradual roar
went up, as they realized that on the inside of the g-string was a
thick vaginal insert that Helen had been wearing through her whole
routine. It glistened wetly with her juices, and she made a great show
of bringing it up to her face, smelling it, and then licking it clean
with her long tongue. That brought the contest to a wild, stomping
end, and Helen strutted off to join Gina in the wings.

A few minutes went by while the judges--three men perched on stools
along the side--all conferred. During the wait, while Gina and Helen
chatted excitedly in the wings, Peter came up behind them.

"Listen," he said, "I wanted to apologize again for interrupting you
two."

Helen smiled at him. "Oh, don't worry about it, Peter. We just got a
little carried away."

"I was wondering--actually the owner was wondering--if you two would
like to start off our after-party show."

Gina giggled. "We thought you'd never ask! We were going to ask you if
we could."

"Terrific! That's great. I'lljust go check the firehoses, then," he
said, grinning as he left them.

They could hear the emcee now introducing the final results. All the
contestants--there were 20 in all--were brought out onstage, and he
made some remark about how tough the judging was. Then things quieted
down a bit as he intoned, "In third place, finding uses that were
never imagined for leather, is.....Helen!" Gina squealed and gave her a
big hug, before pushing her forward to get her check. "And in second
place--really this was very tough, and either of these girls could
have been our winner...." He paused dramatically, but the crowd shouted
for him to continue. "In second place, a first-timer who really let
her hair down tonight, is....Gina!"

"Oh my god!" Gina shrieked. "I don't believe it!" She could see Steve
beaming up at her proudly--or was he just looking up between her
legs?--as she collected her check: $500. Helen leaned over and gave
her another long kiss, as the crowd cheered lustily.

"And our winner," the announcer said, "a returning favorite, who
really knows her way around a pom-pom: Chenelle!" The crowd roared
again, as the beautiful blonde strutted forward, wearing only a white
cowboy hat and white boots. She gave the announcer a long, lingering
kiss, and grabbed his crotch before accepting her check. She kissed
Gina and Helen too, slipping each of them a little tongue as she did.
She was a sexy minx, Gina thought.

"Come on!" Helen said. Let's go get ready."

"Okay, hon. I'll be right there. I have to talk to someone real
quick." Helen gave her hand a little squeeze and disappeared
backstage, and Gina walked over to the edge of the stage, squatting
down to talk to Steve. She happened to glance over him for a second
and saw the redhead looking her way. Gina realized that her pussy must
be spread wide open, but she was past caring.

"Hey, baby," she said to Steve, giving him a passionate kiss on the
mouth.

"Gina, hon....I don't know what to say. You were incredible!"

"Wait till you see what's coming lover boy. Helen--she's the leather
lady--and I are going to start the after-show." Steve's eyes widened,
and his mouth fell open.

"I didn't know if you'd be up for staying, even. Th-that's
incredible."

"You mean you don't mind?" Gina asked teasingly.

"Mind? Are you kidding? I am not moving from this spot!" Gina gave him
another big kiss and then scurried backstage to find Helen waiting for
her.

"C'mon, sweetie. We have to hurry!" Gina let her take her by the hand,
and they went past the dressing rooms into the private office area.
There was a locker room there, with several shower stalls, and they
stripped down quickly and hopped in one to take a quick shower. While
they were in there, Helen told Gina her plans, which started with
shaving her pussy clean. Gina quickly agreed, game for anything the
other woman had in mind. "Great, sweetie. Now here's what I want us to
wear..."

********************

Forty-five minutes later, the bar had been cleared of its regular
clientele. Only a handful of people had left. The ones who remained
had all paid a $250 cover charge. The manager got up to explain some
of the ground rules, mostly involving making sure that everything that
happened at the after-party was done with consent of the participants,
and that they understood that this was considered a private party. But
the air was charged with sexual electricity, further enflamed by the
waitresses, who had all shed their white tops and were prancing around
topless. There was a fair amount of good-natured grabbing going on,
but most people were behaving themselves, even the football players,
who were now crowded around two large round tables near the front.

The lights went down, and a spotlight lit the stage. The talking
immediately died down, then disappeared completely as Helen came into
view. She was dressed in dominatrix gear, all shiny black latex
covering her skintight except that both her breasts and pussy were
left bare. She still wore her tall leather boots. Behind her, crawling
on the floor, was Gina. Helen had her on a leash attached to a studded
collar, and she was wearing only a kind of leather harness, just
straps really, that circled her breast and the cheeks of her behind.
They served only to make her body even more inviting, her breasts
proudly lifted, her asscheeks pulled tight. Otherwise she was nude.
Helen led her all around the front of the stage, at one point making
her put her face to the floor with her ass to the audience. Steve and
several others gasped when they saw her pussy, shaved clean and
glistening wet, on full display. Then Helen led her to a raised
mattress, several inches off the floor, that had been set up at the
front of the stage. She arranged Gina on her back, legs spread toward
the audience. And then, without much ceremony, she planted her pussy
right on Gina's face.

Clearly she was smothering her, because after several moments Gina
began to kick and squirm. Helen raised up just enough for her to get a
gasping breath, then lowered her ass again. She repeated this twice
more. The message was clear. Helen was in charge.

She began by pulling the leash up between Gina's legs, letting it rub
up and down in her wet slit. Then she took the end of it and slapped
it several times, rather sharply, between  her legs, hitting her
directly on the lips of her pussy, then several times right on her
clit. Gina made yelping cries with each blow, but they were muffled
with her face buried in the wet folds of Helen's pussy. Then Helen
draped herself across the top of Gina's body, reaching down to spread
her pussy open with her fingers. Everyone in the audience seemed to
lean forward, as Helen leaned down, waggled her tongue obscenely, and
then tasted the dark-haired girl's hairless hole. Gina moaned, and she
reached up to pull Helen's pussy back down onto her mouth, sucking at
her voraciously. Something rippled through the room, like a bolt of
pure lust, because everyone realized that what they were seeing in
front of them was no act, no bit of cheap porn, but the real thing,
pure unadulterated lesbian lovemaking. In the dimness, several zippers
were opened discreetly, as some of the viewer s found it impossible to
watch the show onstage without beating off.

Helen now had her tongue buried inside of Gina, and it was obvious
that Gina was doing the same to her. Their bodies rocked gently with
the rhythm of their tongues, and each began moaning audibly. Several
times, Helen lifted her face to catch her breath, and each time her
cheeks glistened more wetly with Gina's juices. But she would not let
her cum. Each time she sensed that Gina's climax was close, she would
pull back, prolonging the ecstasy, and the agony, of the moment.
Finally, Helen backed off the mattress completely, leaving Gina
gasping in frustration, her breasts heaving. Helen nodded to the
wings, and four other girls came out, other contestants from the show.
Two of them held Gina's arms, massaging her nipples with their free
hands. The others took hold of her legs, stretching them out wide,
then wider, until she groaned in mild protest. Her pussy was opened
wide, and the spotlight caught the wetness of her, making it plain for
all to see.

Helen, meanwhile, was behind Gina, out of her field of vision, so that
only the audience could see that she was putting on an enormous black
strap-on dildo. She snapped it into place, then applied a bit of lube
to its wicked length. Then she walked over so that she was standing
right above Gina's head. The black-haired beauty looked up and saw the
shiny black dildo bobbing right above her nose, and her nostrils
flared with lust, knowing that she was going to get fucked by it.
Helen leaned over and kissed her hard on the lips, her tongue roaming
freely inside Gina's mouth. At the same time, Helen caught hold of her
hard nipples in each of her hands, and when she stood back up, she had
them firmly pinched between her fingers so that they stretched up, at
first pleasurably, then, just on the edge of pain. Gina moaned, loud
enough for the club patrons to hear.

Then Helen strutted around in front of Gina, walking between the two
girls holding her legs. Bracing herself on her forearms, she placed
the black dildo right at the entrance to Gina's pussy, rubbing it up
and down her slit to get the tip wet with her juices. Then she slowly
let her weight drive the giant cock inside, letting it open Gina's
hole wide, then wider, as it filled her completely full.

"Ohhhhhh," Gina cried out. "Oh my fucking god....YES! Oh fuck me....FUCK
ME!" Only Gina could see Helen smiling down into her face, as she
slowly drew the cock back, until just the head was still inside, then
thrust it forward. Gradually, she increased the speed of her attack,
using her powerful thighs to fuck Gina with steadily building passion.
For hours, the black-haired woman had hovered on the edge of cumming,
her mind and body teased with a succession of erotic moments that had
kept her simmering just at the point of orgasm. But now, at last, the
moment of her release was at hand, and when she came, it was with an
intensity that had never been matched in her life. She could feel her
juices actually spurting out around the edges of the dildo's shaft,
and as Helen continued to fuck her hard, even the audience could hear
the squishing noises as the dildo pistoned in and out of her pussy.
The girls holding Gina's arms and legs released her, and her bare feet
curled up and around Helen's driving ass, beating a sympathetic rhythm
on her back as Gina tried to pull her farther and farther inside her
body. They were both working hard now, the sweat pouring freely from
their bodies as they entwined in a slippery embrace of lesbian lust,
and for a moment, despite the fact that they were being watched by a
roomful of rapt viewers, the two women were lost in a world all their
own. Twice more Helen made her cum before finally she pulled herself
away. She peeled off the harness holding the strap-on in place, and
crawled over Gina's writhing body, her knees on either side, until her
pussy came in contact with Gina's mouth, and received her waiting
tongue. Then it was Helen's turn to cum. As Gina reached up with her
fingers to peel her labia apart and push her tongue as deeply as she
could inside her pulsing pussy, Helen leaned back, arching her spine
so that her lovely large tits thrust up into the spotlight, and her
long brown hair hung back as she looked back at the audience. In a
final obscene display, she brought the shiny dildo, still shining
slickly with Gina's love juices, up to her mouth, and deepthroated it.
She sucked it clean even as she humped Gina's face, and the audience
was treated to the delicious sight of her face as her expression
contorted and she came.

As one, the audience surged to its feet then, releasing all of its
pent-up erotic emotion in a deafening ovation. Grinning sheepishly,
the two women helped each other shakily to stand, and they bowed,
Helen shaking the dildo in one outstretched hand. Then they went
offstage.

************************

A few minutes later, they made their way out into the bar area, where
people applauded as they walked past their tables. The entire place
had become sexually charged. Gina saw one of the girls from the
contest--a slender woman, perhaps in her mid-thirties, with strawberry
blonde hair--on top of a round table surrounded by eight naked men.
The tables all had large stone lazy Susans in the middle, for serving
condiments and dishes, but all that stuff had been cleared away.
Instead, the woman was on the spinning stone, laughing hysterically as
the men played a kind of variation of Spin the Bottle. One of the men
would spin the girl around, and whichever man her legs wound up
pointed to would have a chance to crawl up on the table do something
to her. Some would clamber over her to have her suck on their cocks.
Others would go down on the girl. And others would spread her legs and
push their cocks inside of her. They each were limited to only one
minute, but it looked like a lot of fun. As Gina and Helen squeezed
past the table, a large, good-looking fellow was just pushing his cock
inside the girl as she giggled. Her eyes met Gina's and she rolled
them comically, then reached up to embrace the man as he shoved his
cock inside her.

"You want something to drink, Gina?" Helen asked. "It's open bar."

"I'd kill for a gin and tonic. I'm going over to say hi to my
husband."

"Okay, sweetie, I'll meet you over their. I'd love to meet him too."

Gina starting making her way through the tables and chairs, working
towards her husband who had moved over to one of the side booths. It
was darkened in the room, the only light coming from the brightly lit
bottles behind the bar, and the blue light illuminating the stage. She
felt more than one hand reaching out to squeeze her ass in the dark,
or tweak her nipples, but she didn't mind at all. Several times she
came upon men masturbating openly. One asked her if she could suck on
his cock but she just smiled and shook her head.

As she got closer to Steve, Gina looked up onstage and saw Chenelle
coming out, still dressed only in her white cowboy hat and boots. The
crowd started cheering wildly. There were enough people there who had
seen what was coming next. Sure enough, Chenelle walked up to the edge
of the stage and asked for three volunteers. A forest of hands shot
up, waving frantically. She made a show of strutting up and down
sexily, but she already had her eye on the table of football players.
She pointed three times, and Gina saw two enormous black boys get up,
along with a white player with long blond hair. This was going to be
interesting, she thought.

Then she had reached Steve, and he stood and hugged her hard, his
hands dropping down onto her bare ass and pulling her up tight against
the straining bulge in his pants. They kissed lustily, their tongues
grinding hard against each other as he dry-humped her. Finally they
broke away breathlessly.

"God, Gina, that was the hottest damn thing I've ever seen." He smiled
at her, his eyes filled with pride. Then he leaned over close to her
ear, to whisper, "I think I'd screw a snake right now, if someone
would hold it down." Gina giggled at his comment.

"I think I can offer something a little better than a snake," she said
sexily, reaching down to rub his hard-on through his pants.

"Hey you two, get a room!" Helen said, arriving with their drinks, and
grinning broadly. Gina laughed, and introduced Steve. Somehow,
although she could see that Steve was stunned, Gina was not at all
surprised at what her new friend did next. Helen set the drinks down
on the table, and leaned forward to kiss her husband. This was not a
"Hi, glad to meet you" kind of kiss but more like a "Take your clothes
off, I'd really like to fuck you" kind of kiss. Steve was a bit
overwhelmed, and Gina saw his face reddening. No doubt he was
wondering what she was feeling, because he looked over at her, but she
just stood there smiling at his discomfort, sipping on her cool drink.
Then, without saying a word, Helen, sank to her knees in front of
Steve and unzipped his pants. He started to say something, thought
better of it, then just gulped as she pulled out his bobbing cock and
started blowing him. Gina just burst out laughing. She saw Steve's
eyes kind of rolling back, as the brunette used all her oral tricks to
bring him off. She knew her husband well and could see that he
wouldn't last long. Then, without missing a beat, Helen reached over
to her own drink, dipped her finger into it to get it wet, and reached
in under her husband's balls. From Steve's reaction--she saw him kind
of raise up on his toes--Gina could tell that Helen was pushing her
finger up into his ass. Gina knew from experience that this was
something that drove Steve crazy. He always came like gangbusters
whenever she played with his ass. His reaction with Helen was no
different. He moaned, and took hold of her head gently, and then
groaned more deeply as his cock spurted hot cum into her mouth. Helen
sucked him dry, and Gina thought she had swallowed it until she turned
and kissed her, and then she could feel her push the hot load into her
mouth. Gina moaned in pleasure, and for a few moments they shared the
cum, swirling it around on their tongues, before each swallowed.

"Nice to meet you," Helen said with a smile. Steve had sunk down into
the booth, his pants still around his ankles. He grinned weakly.

Gina looked over at the next booth, her eye caught by movement there.
It was the redhead she had seen before. The woman now had the top of
her blue dress down around her waist, her bare tits bobbing in the
pale light. Her head was also bobbing up and down on the cock of one
of her companions, and she was looking over at Gina, having evidently
watched the little scene that had just occurred. She grinned and gave
her a thumbs-up sign, and Gina smiled and raised her glass in return.

Up on stage, Chenelle had gotten the boys all undressed and had them
standing facing the audience, the enormous blacks on the end and the
white boy in the middle. She was down on her knees, her naked ass
pointed toward the crowd, sucking each of the boys in turn. Their hard
cocks glistened in the spotlight, and the two who were not being
sucked were stroking their cocks in anticipation. Gina and Helen slid
into the booth on either side of Steve. Rather than pull his pants up,
he had simply removed them along with his shoes and socks, and had
also unbuttoned his shirt, although he still wore it. A waitress came
over, and smiled at the two girls.

"You two were smoking up there," she said excitedly. "My name's
Sharon. What can I get you?" she asked Steve, who was staring at her
large, pierced boobs.

"Uh--I'll have what she's having," indicating Gina's drink.

"Great! Be right back," Sharon said, with a smile and a wink.

Chenelle was now choreographing the big moment. She put one of the
black boys down on his back on the mattress, and was busy applying
lube to his huge cock. Then she turned around, facing the audience,
and to the amazement of all backed onto the boy's cock, letting the
head slowly sink into her ass, then relaxing and sinking all the way
down. As she hit bottom, everyone cheered. She was grimacing, and Gina
imagined that it must hurt, but she only took a moment to gather
herself, before nodding to the other black boy. As he loomed over her,
she tossed her hat aside, and then the bar was rent by her screaming
moan as he pushed his cock--perhaps even larger than the first
boy's--into her pussy. The white boy was staring in total amazement as
he watched her get completely filled with hard black meat, but his
cock was twitching invitingly. Chenelle grinned over at him and said
it was his turn now. She bent her head back, and he came around behind
her, so that when he stuck his cock into her mouth she was upside
down.

And then they were off, a mass of humping, fucking flesh, half black,
half white, writhing in the most lewd display imaginable. Certainly,
the sight inspired people in the room, because as Gina looked around
she could see people fucking and sucking in all corners now. She saw
one of the contestants, who'd seemed like a rather plain, demure woman
when she'd seen her backstage, bent over one of the booth tables while
a man slammed her savagely from behind with his cock. She was pumping
two other cocks with her hands, and yelling at him to fuck her harder.
The strawberry blonde they had seen earlier, was now getting
double-fucked on her table; they seemed to have abandoned the time
limit and were now just taking turns ravishing her. And Gina saw more
than one waitress deliver a round of drinks, chat briefly with
customers, and then sink to her knees to deliver a blowjob.

Now things got a lot more freeform, and the remainder of the event
passed in a bit of a blur for Gina. She remembered seeing the rest of
the football players clambering up on stage, stripping down as they
surrounded the humping trio on the mattress, and Chenelle found
herself the central figure in a team gangfuck. Gina and Helen brought
Steve's cock back to life with their mouths, then took turns fucking
him in the booth. Eventually Gina found herself stretched out across
the table, her legs facing out, watching Helen straddling her cock
with her back to him, kissing her as they fucked. Sharon had returned
to the table, and turned out to be almost adept at eating pussy as
Helen; she brought Gina to a table-clutching, screaming climax, before
moving aside at some point. Gina was not sure when it happened, but
when she looked down next, she was gazing into the smiling eyes of her
redheaded admirer, who went down on her while being fucked hard from
behind. She made Gina cum too, but then she too moved away, and before
Gina could get up, a handsome man was leaning over her, asking her
politely if he could fuck her. She was so horny by then that she could
only nod. Three more men followed him....

Finally, though, Gina and the others had had enough, and she got up to
find Helen and Steve. She found Helen onstage, licking some of the cum
from Chenelle, who was lying in an exhausted heap on the mattress, one
boy still doggedly plowing away at her pussy. Steve was getting a
final blowjob from the redhead, whom Gina finally got to meet; Angela
was her name.

After chatting for a bit, they all exchanged phone numbers, and Steve
accompanied Gina and Helen into the dressing room area. It looked like
a bomb had hit it, and Peter just grinned at them and shook his head.
He handed each of them a thick envelope. Gina could see it was stuffed
with bills.

"Hope we see you again, Gina," he said sincerely.

"Oh you most definitely will,"  she answered, giving him a kiss on the
cheek.

And so, at last, the Amateur Night came to an end. Helen had agreed to
come over to their place to crash. She had no plans, and they thought
it would be fun getting to know each other once they woke up. But that
wouldn't be for hours. They were all exhausted, and badly in need of a
shower.

"Next time, though," said Gina, as they split up to get into their
respective cars, "we're going to figure out a way to win this thing!"

The End

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