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 Archive name: hersheys.txt (MF, exh, nc)
 Authors name: Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)
 Story title : Hershey's Thursdays
 
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 Hershey's Thursdays
 by Kristen


 LOOKING FOR LOVE IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES. WISCONSIN!

 Maya felt a little queasy as she watched the women
 wrestlers tugging at each other's hair, each
 desperately attempting to overpower her opponent.
 Everyone was cheering them on, as usual.

 She often wondered how much Hershey's syrup the
 club used every Thursday during this event. Both
 women were covered from head to toe in chocolate;
 it was hard to tell where their bikinis ended and
 their skin started.

 She was startled when the man next to her shouted
 encouragement to his favorite. She looked sideways
 at him, idly speculating on what he might be like
 in bed. As he enthusiastically jumped up, shouting
 at the top of his voice, she noticed that he was
 hard; obviously aroused.

 She looked back at the action, at the women
 tussling in an oversized wading pool full of
 Hershey's syrup. They were going at each other in
 earnest now.

 One of the women suddenly pulled away as the other
 tore her bikini top free and held it up in triumph.
 That brought roars of approval from the spectators,
 but you couldn't really make out any details;
 chocolate was smeared all over their bodies and
 had seeped under the material of the swim suits,
 making both women brown all over.

 Maya was glad that Murphy's had the Hershey's
 wrestling each Thursday night. They really brought
 the guys in, and that's what it was all about,
 wasn't it! She rarely went home alone on Thursday
 nights.

 The feeling of nausea shot through her gut again,
 making her bend at the waist. Pregnant at 38, and
 she didn't even know who the father was. Maya knew
 she'd have to change her lifestyle soon, but
 partying had become almost necessary to her. Life
 had been one big party after she moved out of her
 parents' house at 28.

 It had almost become a routine - get off work at
 5:30 each afternoon, home for a quick shower and
 change, and then hit the clubs.

 Her favorites were Murphy's and Charlie's Forever,
 because both clubs gave a girl the best chance of
 being picked up.

 She mentally cataloged the men she'd had over the
 past 10 years. How many was it? It was important
 to keep track. If a girl didn't know whom she'd
 slept with, well -- then she was no better than a
 slut. It was just that, with so many years of
 parties and men behind her, it was getting harder
 to keep track. It must be 266, she calculated. Yes,
 266 was the exact number of men she'd had sex with.

 She was jostled by the man sitting next to her.
 In his exuberance he'd accidentally nudged her
 elbow, spilling beer in her lap.

 She screamed at him: "Dammit, you fucker! Look,
 what you've gone and done!"

 Standing up, she swung at him, hitting him
 squarely in the right eye with her small fist. He
 fell back into his seat, holding his head, and
 looked up at her in amazement.

 Maya jumped when beefy black hands gripped her
 biceps from behind and Seymour's raspy voice spoke
 quietly in her ear. He was saying that she'd broken
 the house rules about violence, and she struggled
 to get loose from the bouncer's hands.

 "Okay Maya! You know the rules. Either you take it
 to the ring or you leave the club now and don't
 come back for a month," he said, a wide smile on
 his shiny black face.

 She knew she was in the wrong for striking a
 fellow patron, but she objected anyway. "That bozo
 knocked my beer out of my hand and all over my lap.
 How'd you take something like that, Seymour?" She
 looked up at the big bouncer, struck by the sight
 of his bloodshot eyes and white teeth in the
 darkened audience area.

 "Rules is rules, Maya. Whasit gonna be?"

 "Fuck, he's too big... it's not fair, " she whined.

 The two women in the ring had finished their match
 when the topless one finally gave up. Many of the
 crowd had begun to leave since it was almost 2 a.m.,
 and a weekday too.

 Looking at the few customers still hanging around,
 Maya thought to herself: 'What the fuck. This could
 be fun. I've wanted to jump in there more than once,
 and Hershey wrestling with a guy might be interest-
 ing,' On closer inspection he wasn't all that bad
 looking either.

 "All right Seymour, if he wants to get messy, I'm
 game." The man stood up and said: "You owe me. I
 ought to knock your block off for what you did."

 Seymour turned to him. "Take it into the ring or
 shut up. I don't like men who threaten women. Now,
 whasit gonna be? You in or out?"

 The man looked at Maya. "I don't have a swim suit,
 and I don't think she does either."

 "Not to worry, we got those in the back. Go and get
 changed. I think the late crowd's interested in this
 grudge match." Seymour looked at the growing crowd
 with pleasure. This sort of thing didn't normally
 happen; besides, it was almost a year since the last
 male-female match, and that had definitely been fun
 to watch.

                        **

 Maya sat on a chair in the dressing room, wondering
 what she'd gotten herself into. 'This must be the
 stupidest thing I've ever done,' she thought, feeling
 another shooting pain in her midriff. But no way
 would she back down now; besides, this might be her
 last chance to show off for a long time. Once she got
 big with the baby she'd probably have to stay home
 all the time.

 "God I need a drink," she muttered as she stripped.
 Within a few minutes she was entering the main room,
 to appreciative shouts from the audience. One thing
 she could be sure of was that the men would like her
 body. Even at 38 it looked great.

 She strutted barefoot down the narrow aisle to the
 chocolate-filled wading pool in the middle of the
 room.  Hamming it up, she posed for the crowd, which
 was larger than she'd expected. She didn't really care,
 though. Maybe it was because she'd had a little too
 much to drink, but in any case it was a real turn-on
 for her to be standing in a tiny bikini in front of
 a crowd, and one so close up.

 There was catcalling when the man trotted down the
 aisle toward Maya. She was pleasantly surprised; he
 was well-muscled and, though there was a little pouch
 at each side of his waist, he looked good. His name
 was Mel and, according to the announcer, was an
 accountant from New Jersey.

 Maya was now introduced to the crowd, and she and the
 man stepped together into the wading pool. It was a
 strange feeling to step barefooted into 6 inches of
 lukewarm chocolate syrup. It closed over her toes and
 surrounded her ankles. She playfully kicked some of
 the heavy syrup at Mel, splashing his swimsuit. She
 noticed that he was hard again, bulging out his
 swimsuit, and she just had to say: "Is that a gun
 you've got in there," pointing to his crotch, "or
 are ya just happy to see me?"

 It was an old cliché, but the crowd roared with
 laughter, and even Mel smiled back at her. Then he
 stepped up to Maya and grabbed a bunch of her hair
 in his fist. She was shocked by the move, which was
 totally unexpected, and found her completely
 unprepared.

 He gripped her hair even tighter, almost painfully,
 pushing Maya to her knees in the pool of chocolate.
 She reached up, desperately trying to loosen his
 hold, but wasn't strong enough. The crowd was
 laughing, and cheering encouragement for the man
 now.

 Maya was forced on to her hands and knees, with
 Mel standing over her. Suddenly he straddled her
 back and pushed her face down into the syrup.

 Things happened quickly after that. Maya dragged
 her face out of the chocolate pool, spluttering
 and cursing, but she had just long enough to spit
 and cough syrup from her mouth before Mel was on
 top of her again, this time hugging her close.

 They wrestled around like this for a while,
 slopping gallons of chocolate syrup over the
 pool's edge. Maya kept trying for a handhold
 because she wanted to teach this beast a lesson,
 but she got nowhere. She ended up just holding
 on to Mel's thrashing body as he rolled both of
 them over and over in the sweet tasting brown
 syrup.

 Maya could tell that Mel was putting on a show for
 the crowd; he was in control, and she could only
 react to his moves while doing her best to keep
 her head above chocolate level.

 Then it happened. Mel's large body pressed hard
 down on Maya's much smaller frame. At first she
 panicked, her only thought being to keep her head
 above syrup level, but then his arm cradled her
 head, and his hips began to push down on her. This
 relieved her of the fear of drowning in chocolate,
 but her relief didn't last long.

 She and Mel were now covered in chocolate syrup
 from head to foot, and all the audience could see
 was two syrupy people thrashing around in the pool.
 It was hard to tell who was who, never mind what
 they were doing.

 But Maya could tell what he was doing! Mel was
 holding her down and humping her in front of the
 crowd, gripping her chocolatey hair so tight that
 she couldn't move. She felt his erection pressing
 against her crotch as he moved above her.

 What happened next is a perfect argument against
 excessive drinking. Nothing like it would have
 happened if the people in the room hadn't been
 drinking all night, and if they hadn't also been
 enjoying the sight of semi-nude women covered in
 chocolate.

 It was eventually obvious to anyone watching that
 Mel was humping Maya, and for a while the audience
 became strangely silent. Maya was pushing at Mel,
 trying to dislodge him, when someone in the crowd
 shouted: "Fuck her, man! Fuck her!"

 She now really started to struggle under her
 opponent, desperately kicking out and pushing at
 him. Someone else yelled: "C'mon, fuck her, Mel!
 Do it!" and suddenly almost everyone around the
 struggling couple was chanting: "Fuck her, fuck
 her, fuck her..."

 Maya was aghast at what was happening. She even
 heard women's voices in the crowd, demanding that
 her opponent screw her. She was fighting with all
 her strength now, but Mel was too slippery for her
 to grip him tightly, and he was much stronger
 than her.

 He had been fumbling with one of his large hands
 between their bodies, and she suddenly felt his
 fingers at her chocolatey pussy opening. Panic!

 'What the hell did he think he was doing?' She
 wanted to scream, but could only pant as Mel's
 heavy body pressed her further down into the syrup.

 The chanting grew louder, and Maya felt a sudden
 hope that the club management might feel they had
 to do something to stop it. It was at that moment
 that she felt Mel penetrate her unprotected sex.

 He must have managed to take out his chocolate-
 covered cock, and was trying to fuck her with it!
 She felt a momentary pain as her opening stretched
 to accommodate him. 'God! How could this happen to
 me? How could these people let him do this?!' she
 thought desperately.

 Maya didn't know what to do; she'd experienced
 nothing like this before. She stopped struggling,
 and seeing this the crowd went quiet again. The
 only sounds in the room came from Mel, thrusting
 into his victim, squirting chocolate with each
 downward thrust, and grunting his satisfaction as
 he ground into her helpless body.

 It seemed to go on forever - Maya's public fucking
 in a pool of chocolate syrup - but it was probably
 only a minute or two. She lay docile under Mel's
 thrusting body, numbly accepting his assault. When
 he felt her stop struggling, he was so worked up
 that he saw it only as an opportunity to make his
 thrusts deeper still.

 Soon the combination of the bizarre circumstances
 and the physical sensations he was getting from
 fucking Maya brought Mel to an intense orgasm.

 Grunting loudly as he came inside her body, he
 continued thrusting away, savoring each spasm as
 he jetted his come deep into his vanquished
 opponent.

 When he was through coming, he sensed the presence
 of the watching crowd. A little self-consciously,
 he pulled out of the female body splayed under him,
 and as his shrinking dick emerged from the well-
 fucked, chocolate-covered pussy he noticed white
 come smeared between Maya's thighs and around her
 sex.

 Without thinking, he called out: "Gee, we could
 make smores!"

                      **END**

 Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for his
 encouragement and proofing and to Ian for editing my
 story.

           © June 1999 - Last ed. 05/22/00
                 Kristen Kathleen Becker
      Author contact address: Kristen078@Hotmail.com

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