Subject: Beth's Stage Party
Story Codes: MF MMF FF exhib orgy oral
Diary Date: March 22, 2008
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
Everyone has sexual fantasies, whether they admit them or not is a different
story. Usually they just stay as fantasies – which is probably a good thing
for the most part. Sometimes, though, they come true. It helps when your
best friend knows about them.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 – My Fantasies
Chapter 2 – Takes Me to Church
Chapter 3 – First BJ On Stage
Chapter 4 – First Girl on Stage
Chapter 5 – Finally Fucked On Stage
Chapter 6 – Open Season On Kelly
Chapter 1 – My Fantasies
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People ask me all the time if I fantasize about things. I think what they
are inferring is that since I have had more sexual experience than most girls
my age, that somehow there is nothing left for me to do or experience.
First, I am not THAT experienced! Second, of course I have sexual fantasies.
Everyone does and if there is one thing I’ve learned in chatting and e-
mailing with literally thousands of people over the past five years or so,
it’s only a question of whether or not they are willing to open up and
discuss them.
Many people are shy about admitting their more darker, “taboo” fantasies. I
think it comes from the “if you think it, you’re guilty” mentality from the
Bible. The reality is that I believe people cannot help but fantasize about
the things they WISH they could do or even just try once. For most people,
that is as far as it goes and for the most part, probably a good thing too
for everyone involved.
As I’ve said many times, I personally believe that ANY fantasy is “OK”, no
matter how perverted, nasty, naughty, or immoral. In some ways, I think our
fantasies can actually help as they provide an outlet for emotions and urges
that might otherwise be acted out. The key is whether a person can separate
their fantasies from reality. Unfortunately, there are some people who can’t
- which is why we have such terrible sex crimes and abuse. However, I don’t
think that the sins of a minority should be used to condemn the practices of
the majority.
OK, I’ll get off my soapbox. Still, I think it’s important that people
understand how I feel about fantasies. Just because I fantasize about
something does not mean I really WANT to do it or WOULD. As an example,
there are times when I sit in front of my class when I imagine what it would
be like to teach them a “hands-on” sex-ed class. You can imagine how I
picture leading such a class for a dozen or so twelve year-old hormonal kids!
In reality, I would NEVER do such a thing and to be honest, nor do I want to.
It’s fun to dream and masturbate about it, but that’s as far as it goes.
On the other hand, it goes without saying that I DO have a some fantasies
that I hope WILL come true some day. Perhaps one of my favorites is based on
the experiences of a friend when she visited Amsterdam a few years ago. She
came back and told me (in rather explicit detail) about how she watched live
sex shows where naked couples would actually have sex on stage right in front
of a crowd of people.
Well, ever since she put that thought in my mind it’s been a HUGE fantasy of
mine to be the “star” of such a show, even to allow multiple strangers to
fuck me in full view of hundreds of people, none of whom I have ever seen
before. Over the years the fantasy has taken on various forms but the basic
plot remains the same. Needless to say, there are no opportunities to do
such a thing in Pittsburgh!
Beth is my best friend and has been as long as I can remember. We’ve always
shared everything, even a few guys along the way. As we entered puberty, we
started masturbating together, telling our fantasies to get ourselves off.
When we were younger, these generally centered around some cute boy at school
or a guy on TV. As we got older, we continued to share our fantasies and
they became more “interesting” as time went by.
Beth has always been more into group sex than me so most of her fantasies
tend to involve large numbers of people. She belongs to several clubs that
conduct sex parties which is another way of saying they have orgies but for
some reason, she doesn’t like to use that term. Over the years she has
somehow talked me into going with her to a few of them and while I generally
enjoyed myself, they aren’t really something I would want to do all the time.
It’s sort of like having a big helping of double chocolate cake. It’s
wonderful to indulge now and then but you can’t make a steady diet of it.
By now Beth was well aware of my “stage sex” fantasy, although surprisingly I
could tell she didn’t share my interest in doing it. I guess she liked group
sex but only with people she knew. Still, she indulged me and would egg me
on until we both got so horny we would have to get ourselves off talking
about it. Little did I know that someday she might do more than just listen
to me describe my imaginary sex show!
I had just turned 23 a few weeks earlier and Beth had conspired with my
cousin Kristi to make it an interesting one. Since then, we hadn't seen much
of each other, mostly just talking on the phone or email or text messaging.
I had just started my new teaching job so my attention was focused pretty
much on that. Beth had graduated with a degree in journalism and was working
for the local city magazine which seemed to keep her occupied as well so it
wasn’t like we had a lot of time to get together. Still, it was always nice
to hear from her so when my phone rang and I saw her name and picture
displayed, I eagerly answered.
“Hey girl, how was the first day on the job?”
That was just like her, keeping close tabs on my life and checking in to make
sure everything was OK. But then, what are best friends for if not to love
and support one another? I spent the next hour or so talking to her about it
and we gabbed on about local events and friends.
“So what do you have planned for Saturday night?” she asked.
From the tone of her voice, I could tell she wasn't so much interested in
what I had planned as what SHE had planned that she wanted me to join in with
her. The truth, much to my chagrin, was that I didn’t really have anything
scheduled.
“Great! I'll pick you up at eight then!” she informed me.
I tried to get her to tell me what she had planned but she just shushed me
and said I would have to wait and find out. The little stunt she’d pulled on
my birthday was still fresh in my mind so my ears perked up and I wondered
what she had up her sleeve this time! That was one of the things I loved
about Beth, she certainly kept my life interesting.
Before she hung up, I asked Beth what I should wear and she said just to
dress casual. Actually, THAT told me more than anything else she had hinted
at so far. Beth was a style fanatic and so if she said to dress casual then
it usually meant what you wore didn’t matter. Usually it didn't matter
because it wasn’t going to stay on for very long.
“Hey, this isn’t one of your sex parties, is it?” I asked her.
It wasn't that I would have refused if it had been her plan. Actually, it
had been quite a while since I had attended one of them and the thought of
doing one again didn’t exactly turn me off. I just wanted to know – can you
blame me?
Beth assured me it wasn’t but there was something in the way she said it that
made me think she wasn't being totally honest with me, or least she was
parsing her words to technically be honest, which isn’t the same as being
straight- forward about something. Oh well, I knew Beth well enough to know
that pushing her further would be useless so I hung up wondering what I was
getting myself into this time.
Saturday came quickly as it seemed it was all I could do just dealing with my
new job, leaving me exhausted by week’s end. It was more mental exhaustion
than physical, but draining all the same. Anyone who has started a new job
knows what I am talking about. When I finally woke up and looked at the
alarm clock, I couldn’t believe my eyes – it was almost eleven o’clock
already! Actually, it didn’t really matter what time I got up, it was more
just the shock that I could sleep in that long! Even back when I was
escorting to all hours of the night I didn’t sleep in this late. Wow,
teaching really takes it out of you!
For the rest of the morning, what was left of it, and that afternoon I spent
doing all the little things most people do on their day off – grocery
shopped, cleaned around the apartment, worked on some lesson plans, and even
found time to masturbate a couple of times.
Beth called me around four o’clock to check up on me and tease me a bit. She
seemed to enjoy leading me on and making me speculate about what she was up
to. As much as I pretended to grumble to her about it, it DID excite me as I
knew any time my best friend did something like this it always turned out to
be fun – and different. If there was one thing I was sure of, it would be
nothing I would have guessed ahead of time. Little did I know just how right
I was.
Chapter 2 – Takes Me to Church
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Beth picked me up right at eight o’clock sharp. I hopped in the front seat
and she was taking off before I even had my seatbelt buckled. She didn't say
a word and just started driving out of town. We were heading to the west
side and soon were out in the rural areas. Where the heck were we going? I
looked at Beth and she just smiled at me and kept her mouth shut, keeping her
cards close to her chest.
Finally Beth turned off a small side road and pulled into a parking lot next
to a small old church. It had white siding with the paint peeling and a
little steeple. No doubt it was nothing more than a sanctuary with maybe a
basement, typical for the area. It was so run-down that at first I thought
it was abandoned but then I saw the parking lot was filled with cars. There
was a dilapidated sign out front listing the service times along with the
current date so obviously someone was still using it. If that was the case,
why were we here?
“You’re actually taking ME to church?” I asked incredulously as she turned
off the engine.
It was remarkable that as close as we were in almost everything we did, we
were polar opposites when it came to religion. I’m a fervent, born-again
Christian, pray and read my Bible regularly, and attend church regularly. I
even attended a Christian-based university. In contrast, I don’t think Beth
has even set foot in a church for years and the only time she prays is to the
porcelain god after a party. Somehow we’ve managed to keep our religious
differences from causing any conflicts between us. Even so, it still shocked
me to be sitting in a church parking lot with her, regardless of the reason.
Well, there was a first time for everything.
“Sorry Kelly, you still haven’t converted me,” she teased me. “Really, you
have no idea how hard it is to find the right place for something like this.
Lucky for me one of my guys attends here and so he was able to get it for us
tonight.”
By “my guys”, I knew she was referring to someone she hung around with at her
sex parties so that certainly narrowed the field down – to maybe a hundred
men or more. And what was this remark about “right place for something like
this”? What the heck was “this” and what was she up to now? After my
shocking birthday party surprise a few weeks earlier, I was prepared for
about anything if Beth was in charge of the planning.
Beth had passed by several empty parking spots and ended up parking way in
back of the church. We got out and she led me to a small entry door which
was locked. She pulled out a key from her purse, unlocked the door, and sure
enough, we entered a small kitchen and basement. There was nobody in sight
but I could hear movement above us, evidently the people were all gathered up
in the sanctuary.
“Ummmmm, Beth... why are we down here and everybody else is up there?” I
asked her, pointing to the ceiling.
Something just didn’t feel right about all this but I couldn’t put my finger
on it. If you had asked me an hour earlier, the LAST place I would have
guessed I would be now would have been in the basement of a broken-down old
country church.
Beth led me to a set of steep stairs which looked to lead up to the
sanctuary. Just as we reached the top of the stairs, she turned to me and
gave me the once over, putting her hand to her chin as if she was deep in
thought about something or another. Then she looked at me and grinned,
asking, “Well girlfriend, are you ready?”
I scrunched up my nose and gave her a look that clearly told her I had no
idea what the heck she was talking about. Ready? Oh sure, ready for WHAT?
“OK, I suppose I’d better tell you a little bit before we go in. Remember
how you’re always telling me about your biggest fantasy ever?”
Of course I did but my mind was racing trying to figure out what was
happening so to stall for time I joked back at her saying, “Hmmm, you mean
the one about diving into a swimming pool of warm chocolate?” She frowned at
me and I realized she was being serious so I nodded and said, “Sorry, the
Amsterdam thing, right?”
“Well duh!” Beth said, rolling her eyes and playfully smacking me on my
shoulder.
“So what the heck does THAT have to do with anything, especially at a
CHURCH?”
Beth looked at me like she was almost sorry for me. A look that was saying
poor Kelly, she just doesn’t understand! “THINK girl... stage, audience...”
Then she just stared at me,, pointing to the ceiling, waiting for it to sink
in.
“No way!” I exclaimed, the realization of what she was telling me finally
sinking in, “This is a practical joke, right? You can’t really be serious!”
“Kelly,” Beth said, her voice down low in mock seriousness, “I may joke about
a lot of things but NEVER about sex.”
“C’mon, do you really expect me to... to do it in front of a CHURCH?”
“Good grief Kelly, quit with the church crap,” she chastised me, “I needed
someplace with a stage and it wasn't like I could ask any of the schools or
local theaters. Then it dawned on me – why not a church?”
“So the people upstairs... they’re not from this church I take it?”
“Oh... I think a few might be but they’re regulars at our parties and they
helped to get everything set up. Besides, the regular church folks only meet
here on Sundays so it’s not like anyone cares or will even know what happens
here tonight.”
“And just so I get this straight... you expect me to have sex in front of all
of them? Who are they? Do I know them?”
“Of course I expect you to, “Beth huffed, “I mean, like why else would I
bring you here and do all this for you if not? As for who they are, I doubt
you know any of them but isn’t that the whole idea girl? I mean, for years
now whenever you’re hot and horny you’ve have been bending my ear about how
badly you wanted to do something this so what gives?”
Beth was right, I DID want badly to do this but I guess I’d always assumed it
would be something I had time to prepare myself for, not just get dumped in
the middle of it without any warning. I took a deep breath and looked up at
the ceiling, trying to imagine what was beyond the door in front of us and
what was probably going to happen to me in just a few minutes. God, I had so
many questions! At the same time, my heart was racing and I was feeling
horny as hell. That tingly feeling I get between my legs when I really want
to be fucked was working overtime!
“So how many guys...,” I started to ask but she cut me off and grinned
wickedly.
“No more questions, you’ll just have to find out. Let’s go, they’ve been
waiting for us and it sounds like the natives are getting restless!”
Chapter 3 – First BJ On Stage
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We walked through the door with her in front. I saw the stairs appeared to
lead to an area behind the podium with a curtain blocking the view. Beth put
her hand on the curtain and prepared to pull it back.
“OK, last chance to back out. You ready?”
Suddenly I felt a surge of panic. God, my hair! What about my makeup – or
lack of it? I was dressed like a slob. Did I shave this morning? (Yes I
did, by the way, but I was too anxious to remember). Was this all some dream
and I would suddenly wake up?
“Good grief, quit fussing with your hair... you look great!” Beth encouraged
me as she pulled the curtain back and basically presented me to the audience.
I stepped out, not quite sure what to expect. Would they applaud, cheer, or
what? As it turned out, they did nothing – literally nothing. Suddenly the
room was quiet – an almost churchlike stillness. I quickly scanned the crowd
in front of me. There must have been at least fifty people or more which was
a LOT more than I’d expected based on the number of cars outside. Obviously
there had been some serious carpooling!
Time seemed to move in slow motion as I looked around and took in the rest of
the sanctuary. It looked like something out of a museum photo. Ancient hard
wood pews with no pads, cracked stained glass windows, modest furnishings
with everything plain and cheap. It WAS clean, though, and looked well cared
for overall.
I was standing on a simple platform in the front where a single podium most
likely resided in the center under normal circumstances but was now pushed
over to the side. There were a couple of wooden folding chairs leaning
against the back wall. The platform had a wood floor which could have used a
new coat of varnish. In the middle, where the minister probably preached his
weekly sermons was a twin-size mattress with a white fitted sheet covering
it.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to present the star attraction of the
evening. Kelly is my best friend and favorite slut so let’s give her a
hand,” Beth announced to the crowd.
Finally there was a response and everyone clapped softly, but still it seemed
like it was more to be polite than enthusiastic. Hmmm, tough crowd! I
assumed they all knew what was going to happen but from the way most of them
looked at me, they seemed to be questioning whether or not I would have the
nerve to go through with it. Most of them were men although maybe a dozen or
so were women. They all looked to be in their twenties and thirties with a
couple of older ones scattered here and there. Thank god there were no kids!
At first I just stood there, not quite sure what to do. After all, it’s not
like this was something I had done before! My dreams usually skipped the
introduction and started out with me already with the guy so I hadn't even
“practiced” this part mentally. Awkward doesn’t begin to describe how I was
feeling!
Fortunately, Beth came to my rescue, reaching behind the podium, she pulled
out a large picnic basket I hadn't noticed until now. In the basket were a
bunch of folded pink slips of paper with something written on them. She held
the basket over my head and told me to pick out one of the slips. What else
was I to do so I did as she told me and she took the slip immediately from me
but not before I could see that it had a name written on it.
Instantly I had a pretty darn good idea of what was happening. Sure enough,
Beth read the silently name and grinned, looking out over the crowd for a few
seconds to increase the suspense. It suddenly seemed like some sort of
erotic Price Is Right show.
“Roland!” she called out, “Come on down!”
A number of the guys looked visibly disappointed as a man towards the back
whooped and jumped to his feet. He bounded up the center aisle and I could
see he was maybe in his late twenties or thirties, dark brown hair that was
just starting to recede slightly, tall and thin with a grin that now reached
from ear-to-ear. All of these people were supposedly from Beth’s inner
circle of sex party friends so I had no doubt that this wasn't the first time
he’d fucked someone in front of other people although I would have been
willing to bet a lot he’d never done anything quite so blatant as this.
When Roland reached the stairs he turned around and faced the crowd, pumping
his fist like he’d just won the lottery jackpot. Well, maybe in a way he had
if I might be so bold to say.
Beth nudged me towards the mattress and then introduced me to Roland, as if
we were meeting for a blind date or something. We even shook hands which
made me feel a little funny to say the least. One thing I DID notice, he
already had a bulge growing in his pants and it didn’t look like he endowed
at the short end of the scale either.
“Well, are you two just going to stand there staring at each other or what?”
Beth urged us on.
She certainly wasn't wasting any time but then again, I suppose it was easier
to just get going than to stand there hedging like two kids at their first
school dance. Roland and I stared at each other and I shrugged my shoulders
as if to say what the heck. He just grinned back, his smile seemed to be
even broader, if that were possible.
Looking out at the crowd again, for a brief moment I couldn’t believe what I
was about to do. Damn, I was really going to get laid in front of all these
people – and in a church no less! At least someone had been thoughtful
enough to bring in a mattress so I didn’t have do anything REALLY kinky like
use the altar to fuck on. While some (ok, most) girls may have been
intimidated at this point and backed down, they hadn't been dreaming of such
a moment for years as I had. Suddenly my resolve kicked in and I knew I
wanted to do this it more than anything else (at least at the moment). I
mean like, how many times had I already masturbated thinking about doing
something like this and now it was actually about to happen!
With one last smile and a little wave to the crowd, Roland had my undivided
attention. Not surprisingly, he seemed a little uncertain as to what to do
now that he was actually with me. Taking the lead, I stepped up closer to
him and started to go to work on his leather belt and zipper. He took my cue
and helped me figure out the buckle such that before long I was pulling his
jeans down to the floor along with his white jockey underwear (size 36 - the
things you notice sometimes!).
As I expected, a very nice-sized penis sprung out from under his NASCAR T-
shirt. Without a tape measure I had to guess but based on experience I would
say he looked to be maybe seven or eight inches long, respectable in anyone’s
book. He had one of those curved cocks that pointed back at him slightly as
it stood up nice and erect like a rocket about to be launched. He was
circumcised and definitely unshaven with an especially thick growth of black
curly pubic hair around the base of his dick. Mmmmmmm, my kind of crotch!
Pausing for a moment, I looked Roland in the eyes and smiled and then reached
forward to take his swollen dick in my right hand. Oh yeah, it felt hard and
warm! We positioned ourselves sideways to the crowd so they could see what I
was doing and he pulled my hair aside, just like in a porn movie (obviously
he’d seen his share).
Crouching down by bending my knees, my face was only about an inch or so from
his dick. I could smell the odor of his crotch and from the heavy musk scent
I could tell that he was definitely turned on! Licking my lips in
anticipation, I looked up at him one more time and our eyes met. I could see
the lust in his eyes and the hunger – the hunger for my mouth to be on his
dick. Well, I was just as hungry myself for it!
At first I gently licked the tip of his dick, putting the end of my tongue up
against the opening at the end of his cock. Then I started to lick around
the smooth head and then up and down his stiff shaft, all without actually
taking him in my mouth. With my left hand I gently cupped his balls, being
careful not to squeeze them TOO hard. Up and down his hard shaft my tongue
ran, like I was licking a long fleshy popsicle on a hot day. Glancing to the
side, I could see everyone was fixated on the events at the front of the
church. There was a little buzz going now as people murmured to one another.
Briefly I wondered what they were saying but went back to the object of my
desire – Roland’s dick.
Roland was instinctively pushing his dick towards me and I knew what he
wanted – the same all men wanted when I licked their dick like this. After
teasing him a little longer with my tongue, eventually I took him in my mouth
and sucked on it gently, starting with just the head. Roland groaned loudly
and I could feel his dick pulsate and throb in my mouth like it was alive. I
wrapped the fingers of my right hand around the base to hold it steady.
Mmmmmmm, he tasted so damn good and his crotch odor was even stronger now
that my face was closer to it.
Roland put his hands on each side of my head and pulled me in tighter to his
hairy crotch, thrusting his dick forward into my mouth as he softly begged me
to take more of him into my mouth. As I relaxed my throat, his cock was able
to push in further and further until finally it worked its way down my
throat. For a moment I felt a sense of panic as I gagged slightly when he
pushed it in hard but then I managed to somehow let it continue to enter
until he was bottomed out. With my face now pressed against the base of his
dick, I twisted my head around him, feeling his coarse pubic hair rub against
my cheeks and forehead as I rolled his balls gently in my hand.
“WOW! Look at that boys and girls, she’s got it all in!” Beth announced.
I heard murmurs of approval from the crowd. Being busy with Roland’s BJ, I
hadn’t realized that Beth was staying so near to us so it surprised me to
hear her doing a virtual play-by-play. I peeked over at her and received an
even bigger surprise – she was videotaping us! The way my eyes widened, she
must have realized I’d finally noticed because her sly grin got even
naughtier. Really, nobody had said anything to me about videos or photos and
so I was a little miffed. It was one thing for my parents to take photos and
videos of me having sex, quite another for Beth to be doing it, especially
under the circumstances.
Oh well, what could I say, especially when I had this big dick filling my
mouth? S long as I got the video when it was all said and done, it wasn't
such a bad thing. I smiled to myself as I imagined what my dad would say if
he saw it!
As I continued to suck his long cock, Roland stripped off his T-shirt and
stepped out of his blue jeans and shorts that until now had been around his
ankles at the floor. I reached down to help him get them off, being careful
not to let his dick slip from my mouth as I did. Soon he was standing naked
in front of me which was not quite what I had expected. For what it’s worth,
my fantasy dreams always had me naked first. Well, the heck with dreams,
this was reality!
Roland was now nude but I was still fully dressed as Roland moved to lay down
on the mattress. I followed along with him, keeping my mouth locked on his
dick like a terrier with a new toy bone (well, boner in my case). As I
kneeled over him, I tried to keep my butt towards the back of the platform so
I was facing the crowd as I sucked his cock.
Beth came over and pulled my hair back to ensure everyone kept a good view.
Honestly, I don’t know what was turning me on more at the moment, sucking
this lovely dick or being watched by fifty people as I did it. I would have
to say that being watched was winning at the moment as I tried to put on a
good show for my “fans”.
Roland groaned and pressed my head down onto his dick, making sure I didn’t
let it slip from my mouth even for a second. His hips were lifting up under
me as he tried to thrust his dick even deeper into my mouth and down my
throat. “Oh crap, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned as his back arched and his hand
pushed my head down even harder onto him. Although I couldn’t see them, I
could hear the crowd really started to buzz now. Roland must have been
pretty horny to come this fast and from the rustling caused by them moving
around they must have wanted to make sure they saw the final event.
“Oh fuck! Jesus H. Christ” he cried out, apparently oblivious to where he
was. He groaned again, even louder this time, and my heart skipped a beat as
I felt the first burst of warm cum erupt from the end of his dick into my
mouth.
My lips parted slightly such that his cum dripped from my mouth and then down
onto his dick as he shot one load after another into my hungry mouth. When
his last shot had finally exploded in my mouth, I went back down on him
again, using my lips like a squeegee to suck up all the cum I could that was
covering his already dwindling shaft, letting it drain from my mouth onto his
dick again, then repeating the process. Finally, as his dick softened, I got
a last mouthful and turned to face the crowd, sticking my tongue-covered
tongue out for them to see and then swallowing the entire load with an over-
emphasized gulp.
“Alright! Give the slut a hand folks!” Beth called out and indeed, a light
clapping resulted but more to be polite I think than anything. They wanted
more, that was obvious. Well, I was ready if they were!
“Damn Roland, since when do you get off so fast? Last week I thought you’d
never cum!” Beth admonished him in a low tone as she handed him his pants and
practically pushed him from the stage.
Roland gathered his stuff and quickly left the stage without even dressing,
apparently a little embarrassed. Obviously by undressing he had originally
planned to fuck me but apparently his horny dick betrayed him. Oh well, now
he would just have to watch someone else do me instead.
Chapter 4 – First Girl on Stage
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“OK, let’s try another one,” Beth said, holding the basket out to me again,
“Maybe this time we can get a guy with some staying power!”
Reaching into the basket, I rustled the slips around and finally pulled one
out, as if it made any difference. Beth took the slip from me and grinned as
she read the name.
“Lindsey, come on down!” she called out.
Lindsey? A girl? Now THIS was a twist. For some reason, my stage fantasy
always centered around me being fucked by a guy. Why? Heck if I know, it’s
just always been that way. Oh well, why not do a girl when you come down to
it? One thing was for sure, my fantasy was about to be expanded upon yet
again. There was no whooping this time, at least not from the girl who stood
up, Lindsey I assumed. There WAS a lot of chatter and people talking to one
another as I think even the crowd was a little surprised at this turn of
events.
I watched anxiously as Lindsey slowly approached. I had never met her before
but the first thing I thought when I saw her was here was one erotic woman.
Lindsey just oozed sexuality. An olive-skinned brunette, I was guessing that
she was in her early twenties and was stunning, absolutely gorgeous. She had
straight jet black hair that looked to hang down almost to her perfectly
round ass and the most awesome, piecing brown eyes. Her mouth was curved in
a mischievous grin as she advanced slowly to the platform. She wasn’t in any
hurt – she looked good and she knew it. God was she built! Her boobs were
at least a D cup, emphasized all the more by her petite frame. Although she
looked barely five feet tall, her legs were proportioned such that she walked
in her heels like a supermodel with the most firm, smooth legs imaginable.
To be honest, I was a little intimidated as she was a LOT prettier than me
and I knew the crowd had to be looking at her now, most probably wishing SHE
was the star attraction.
“Kelly, this is Lindsey,” Beth said when she finally got to the platform,
“She’s just visiting from Greece and doesn’t speak a lot of English but I
don’t think you two plan to hold much of a conversation anyway so who cares?”
The crowd chuckled at Beth’s lame attempt at humor but I wasn't paying them
much attention. Lindsey and I gazed into each other’s eyes and I could
plainly see the lust behind them. Damn, I think she wanted this as much as
me – maybe even more!
“By the way dear, she’s a 100% lez so have fun,” Beth whispered in my ear as
she stepped back and started the video camera again.
Without a word we both stepped forward and kissed. It felt a little odd to
have to lean over to kiss someone as usually I am the shorter one. My cousin
Kristi was a couple inches shorter but Lindsey was at least six inches,
making it feel like I was the “guy” in the make-out scene.
Lindsey smelled wonderful, with a perfume scent I’d never come across before
and her lips were soft and full against mine. Instantly our tongues met and
we hugged each other and pressed our bodies tight up against the other. Her
boobs pressed against me and her small hands went for my ass from the start,
grabbing my butt and squeezing it tightly.
After kissing for a while, we each seemed to get the same idea and started to
pull the other’s shirt up over our heads. I stopped to let her pull mine off
but she did the same and then we both started to do it again. We giggled and
I reached down and just pulled mine of myself. She followed my lead and soon
we were both topless in front of everyone.
Now I’m not ashamed of my boobs like I was when I was a teenager, but damn if
Lindsey’s didn’t put mine to shame. As big and firm as they were it was my
first thought that she’d had a boob job but it was soon obvious she hadn’t.
They were a natural as apple pie and felt so good in my hands. I don’t think
I’d ever felt boobs as big as hers without them being saggy but while they
weren't “perky” like my cousin’s, there was no unsightly drooping to speak
of. Her nipples were large as well, dark brown and sticking out like bullets
- large caliber ones. I couldn’t resist any longer so I bent over and took
one in my mouth, sucking on it and taking it into my mouth as my tongue ran
over end of the nipple.
“Ohhhhhh, yessss,” I heard her moan softly, barely audible even to me.
Well, she knew a little English at least! I lifted my head up and she took
her turn at mine and I loved the way she twirled her tongue when she sucked
on one and then the other. God, she really knew how to make a girl felt
good! Something told me she was going to be pretty good at other things as
well.
Again, it was technically my show so I took the lead and slipped off my jeans
and she did the same. Soon we were both completely naked on stage. I
suppose the crowd would have liked us to have at least turned and shown
ourselves to them but at the moment I was oblivious to them, concentrating
solely on the beautiful girl standing in front of me.
We laid down on the mattress, her on her back and me to the side of her,
draping my leg over hers and pressing my bare crotch up against her hip. My
pussy was screaming for attention and the pressure of her against it was
enough to send shivers up and down my back. Putting my hand on her large
breast, I leaned over her, my boobs pressing against her as we kissed again,
long and slow as we enjoyed the feel of our warm naked bodies against one
another.
Lindsey was obviously as horny as I was, if not more, and her hand slipped
down between her legs and she started to masturbate. Damn, the girl needed
to give me at least a chance to get started before she took things into her
own hands – literally. I took my hand from her boob and ran it slowly down
her flat stomach, letting my fingertips drag gently over her dark skin until
I was finally down to the top of her pussy. Surprisingly, she wasn't shaved
but I guess that was her European influence. Judging by the fullness and
length of her pubic hair, I doubted she even trimmed it.
It was hard to tell given her dark complexion if she had any tan lines and
besides, at this time of year she probably wouldn’t even if she was a pale
redhead. In any case, she probably didn’t have to worry about trimming her
pussy to keep the hair from sticking out from her bikini as something told me
this girl never wore one.
I ran my fingers thought the thick wiry pubic hair and then I felt her hand
moving between her legs. She had one finger working her clit slowly so I
placed my finger alongside hers so we were both running over it gently. Her
clit was wet and slippery, hard as a rock. I felt her trembling as she
pushed her own finger up into her pussy as I continued to work on her clit.
Damn, I couldn’t help but think again about how horny she was! She didn't
seem to have any hang- ups about what we were doing, I mean so far as people
watching us, and I wondered if she had done something l like this before.
“Wow... you go girl,” I heard Beth say softly in the background.
I could tell from the hoarseness of Beth’s voice that she was getting off
from watching is. Unfortunately Beth was behind me and so I couldn’t see her
very well, leaving me to wonder if she was touching herself. Knowing Beth,
the odds were highly in favor of it. Turning my head slightly, I looked up
at the crowd and noted more than a few guys had their hands in their laps!
Enough was enough... I HAD to taste her pussy so I turned and put my head
down and between her slender legs, facing downward as my tongue ran over her
clit. Her pussy was beautiful. I’d never licked such a hairy pussy before,
not even my mom’s was this bushy but then she kept hers trimmed a little to
keep it under control for her bikini. I had to use two fingers to push the
hair away from Lindsey’s pussy slit so I could lick her without getting a
mouthful of pubic hair in the process. I loved running my fingers through it
and to feel it against my face, but getting hair in my mouth, ANY type of
hair, wasn’t my idea of fun.
Lindsey involuntarily jerked upwards as I took her clit in my mouth and I
heard her whimper a little, like a baby seal crying for its mother as I
tugged gently on it and let my tongue tease it. Lindsey wanted more. She
grabbed me and pulled me up onto her so I was straddling her face. Well, it
was obvious what she wanted and I was more than happy to provide my pussy for
her to eat as well. Yep, I was right, she DID know how to make a girl feel
good!
As we 69’d, I imagined what the crowd must be seeing. Hell, even I would
have liked to have seen what we looked like with our faces smashed into each
other’s pussy. Her tongue felt like heaven on my pussy, licking my clit and
then running up and down my pussy lips and sticking it into my pussy hole. I
was doing about the same to her and were both about to cum any moment. I
thought I was going to be the first but just as I felt my orgasm rising in
me, Lindsey thrust her pussy up into my face and I felt her cumming – cumming
hard. Oh my God, she was a squirter too! It was almost like she was pissing
on me as her warm pussy cum poured out and over my face. It tasted
wonderful, though, not like pee, and I felt her pussy convulsing around my
fingers which were stuck up inside of her.
Seconds later, it was my turn and I felt my pussy sizzle as I came over her
face and pushed myself down tightly over her mouth. It was all I could do to
keep my tongue working on her as my skin tingled and my legs felt weak from
my ever increasing orgasm. Damn I was cumming hard!
“Good job, simultaneous orgasms! Let’s give them a hand!” Beth announced,
continuing her play-by-play coverage of the action, even though it was
plainly visible to everyone already.
The room was fairly quiet, though, as only a few people responded to her
invitation this time . More than likely the rest were already using their
hands for more important things!
Who knows how long we kept each other going but finally I just couldn’t hold
myself up any longer and I had to lay down next to her. We reverted to our
previous position and started kissing again only this time our faces were
smeared with each other’s pussy cum. Mmmmmmm, she tasted good! Odds are we
could have just stayed that way and maybe even gone back down on each other
again but we weren't alone and as the self-appointed “director” of the
“show”, Beth had other plans for me.
“Ok girls, I’d say get a room but it looks like you don’t need one!” she said
with a chuckle, another lame joke attempt that fell flat.
Reluctantly, I sat up and Lindsey seemed to get the message as well. She
smiled at me and I could see in her eyes she wanted more and frankly, so did
I. Beth was quick to spot it though, and moved in like a referee at a boxing
match to separate us before we “clutched” again.
Chapter 5 – Finally Fucked On Stage
===================================
“Well, it looks like you’re all ready to go some more so how about we get you
fucked this time, what do you say girl?” she teased me.
She didn’t have to convince ME, that was for sure. By now I was so damn
horny I could have fucked about anything with a dick. Damn I needed to be
fucked – BAD. I have been in this condition before and unfortunately,
usually it’s when I can’t get any satisfaction which has led me in the past
to do some silly things. At least tonight there was a crowd of horny men all
waiting to be the next to “come on down” and fuck me.
Once again Beth and I did the selection routine as Lindsey made her way back
to her seat. She didn’t bother dressing and I could see quite a few guys
turn their attention to her as she sat back down on the pew, her face visibly
flushed, even with her dark complexion.
“OK now, everyone just settle down!” Beth called out, trying to regain
control of the crowd with little success. She finally shrugged and gave up,
reading the name as she called out, “And the winner is... Travis! Alright
guy, come on down!”
I remained seated on the mattress as I looked to see who “Travis” was. So
long as he had a penis and was capable of maintaining an erection, everything
else was secondary. Sure, Lindsey was fantastic and she’d made me cum pretty
good, but now but I needed something only a man could give me – a hard dick
filling my pussy.
Travis turned out to be one of the older guys. “Older” is a relative term
for this crowd as I would say that put him in his early thirties at most. As
he stood up, he kissed the woman next to him and as he approached the
platform, I learned why. The gold ring on his finger sparkled in the light
and I realized he was kissing his wife! It surprised me more than you might
think because in the past, all the parties Beth had taken to me had all been
limited to singles. Evidently her “clubs” now included married couples as
well. To come to something like this they must have been swingers so it
wasn't like he was cheating on her.
I wondered what his wife was thinking as her husband prepared to perform
right in front of her? Well, she must have been interested as she moved up
and took a place in the front row of pews. She looked to be about his age,
maybe even a little older, with a short denim skirt and when she crossed her
legs, her bare pussy was plain to see.
As I sat with my bare legs curled under me, I took stock of Travis as he
quickly approached. Unlike Lindsey, he wasn’t putting on a show for the
crowd and from the speed of his approach, he was certainly anxious to get to
the platform. The first thing I noticed was that he was tall, well over six
foot, and well built but not overly like some guys who worked out a lot
seemed to get.
Travis had one of those light beards, actually more a three-day growth that
men seemed to be wearing more and more these days, especially on TV. Some
women must think it’s sexy but it tended to make me think they were just too
lazy to shave. His hair was trimmed short but he wasn’t bald. To top it
off, he was wearing cowboy boots, straight jeans, and a NASCAR t-shirt. Put
it all together with his slutty looking wife and you had the perfect
stereotype of the good ol’ boy family.
“Congrats Travis. Now what do you say you get yourself undressed and show us
how it’s done,” Beth suggested as he stepped up onto the platform.
Travis smiled and shrugged. Everyone watched as he quickly stripped, undoing
a large brass big belt buckle on his fat leather belt and dropping his jeans,
taking off his boots and white socks at the same time. As he got naked, I
couldn’t help but think God, he looked yummy! His dick was already about
half erect as it poked out from under his T-shirt and then it was all there
for me to see as he pulled it over his head and dropped it in a pile on top
of his jeans and boots. Oh, one thing I DID notice – he wasn’t wearing any
underwear! I guess I noticed because as much as men seem to like it when
women don’t wear underwear, it’s not often I see a man commando.
Once he was naked, Beth moved up to Travis like an announcer interviewing a
fighter about to enter the ring. “So what’s it going to be Travis, BJ first
or just go for the straight fuck right away?”
Travis was stroking himself as Beth did her thing. Personally, liked seeing
him do that and it turned me on. It always impresses me when a man is secure
enough to stroke himself in front of others without being embarrassed. So
many guys are afraid to jerk off even when they’re alone with me, let alone
when others can see them. Some sort of “guy thing” I guess, like their
homosexuals or something if they touch a cock, even their own, in front
someone.
Another good thing about him handling his dick was as a result, he was
getting good and hard, leaving him the option to do about anything he wanted.
Travis looked back at his wife, his dick moving in his hand, and once again,
I had this eerie feeling I was on the set of some perverted version of the
Price Is Right where the husband always seem to have to look back at their
wives to get their advice or permission.
“Just do it... fuck the cunt,” his wife responded.
Actually, I read her lips more than heard her over what was becoming a
steadily increasing din in the room. To be fair, it wasn't like she was
trying to be derogatory or mean towards me. The lustful grin on her face
told me she was enjoying the show as much as anyone and I think she wanted
her husband to get to the punch line without any more fooling around.
“You heard her Beth, I’m going to fuck her” Travis said into the microphone,
like one of his NASCAR driver’s responding to an interview question. Well,
it wasn’t quite “I'll take what’s behind the curtain” but once again, the
situation was eerily similar!
As for me, as soon as I saw his wife’s response I started to get on my back
but Travis had other ideas. He reached out to grab me and then twisted me
over onto my belly, like some cowboy flipping over a calf in the ring. Then
he straddled me, grabbed me by the waist with both hands and lifted me up to
my hands and knees. OK, I got the idea, he wanted to fuck me doggie! Well,
that was perfectly OK with me. It didn’t matter at the moment what position
he wanted so long as he got his hard dick in me sooner than later. As much
as I love to suck dick, I was secretly pleased when his wife told him to fuck
me as my pussy was simply dying by now for the feel of a hard cock filling it
up.
“Alright, FINALLY she’s going to get it!” Beth crowed to the crowd.
Indeed, I felt the bulbous head of his dick push against my ass as he worked
his way in between my legs. He pushed my butt cheeks apart with one hand
while he grabbed his hard shaft and lined it up with my soaking wet pussy
hole. Lindsey had prepared me well and I knew there would be no problems
getting him in me. As wet as I may have been, I was certainly tighter than
his older wife!
“Shit, she’s tight!” he called out to his wife as he started to push his dick
into me.
I was pleased to hear him say that as I was afraid as wet as Lindsey had made
me that he would slide into me too easily and think I was some stretched-out
whore. I take good care of my pussy and try to avoid doing things that will
stretch it out, like ridiculously over-sized dildos. It makes me proud when
men tell me how tight my pussy is, especially considering the number of dicks
that I’ve taken over the years.
My thoughts were cut short and I gasped as he pressed harder and forced the
head of his dick inside of me. Oh God, I wanted this so fucking bad! As he
pushed I leaned back into him letting him press himself deeper and deeper
into me, feeling his hard shaft sliding into me as my pussy was filled with
his dick. Travis wasn’t overly endowed, not by any means, but he was a good
six inches, maybe seven at the most and fairly decent girth so it felt good
inside of me. Once he was all the way in me he didn't waste any time pumping
himself in and out of me like he was drilling for oil.
As Travis started to fuck me, I looked out and saw everyone in the crowd was
watching me. Well, almost everyone. One couple had moved to the back row
and she was riding his dick as he sat in the pew. She was facing away from
me as she humped herself on him Oh well, I couldn’t blame her. Not everyone
can just watch and not want a little for themselves.
Most of the others were watching Travis fuck me with a number of guys openly
masturbating and even a few of the girls had their hands between their legs
as well, including his wife. God, this was what I had dreamed about for so
long. Finally, I was being fucked on stage and everyone was watching and
getting off wishing they were doing me!
After a few minutes Travis pulled out and without a word he turned me on my
side and nestled in behind me. He lifted my top leg up and I could feel his
cock poking into me, desperately trying to find its way back into my pussy so
I reached down and guided it in – my pussy wanted it just as badly, believe
me. It was great to lay there, facing the audience as he started to pump
himself in and out of me again. In this position they could see his dick in
me much better than before and I noticed his wife especially was staring at
us intently, her hand under her skirt as she watched her husband fucking this
slut, No doubt she had seen him screwing many other women before, it was
obvious this wasn't something new for either of them, but I wondered if he
had ever been done anything as openly and flagrantly as he was doing now?
Beth certainly wasn’t immune to the sexually-charged atmosphere. Thankfully,
she had abandoned her silly commentary and was holding the video camera with
one hand while masturbating with the other. Since we were young teens I had
always loved watching her do herself and knowing I was getting her off this
good made me feel even better, if that were possible.
Travis only fucked me a short while in this position, almost like he was
doing it just for show and once he had his “ticket punched” he pulled out of
me again and turned me on my back. He still hadn’t said a word to me but the
sheer animal lust in his eyes told me more than anything he could say. He
wanted me, wanted me badly, and he was going to take me now, regardless of
anything I or anyone else might say.
This was a look I’d seen in many men before when their sexual needs
outweighed any morals or controls they may have. Even my dad would get this
way with me at times when he was extra horny. Personally, it was a little
scary as you realize that everything from here on out was going to happen and
you had no say or control over it. At the same time, that temporary loss of
control is what made it so awesome and erotic.
Spreading my legs wide apart like some whore on a hotel bed, I waited
anxiously as he climbed on top of me and shoved his dick quickly back into me
again. He leaned over me, holding himself up with his arms so he wouldn’t
crush me as he rocked himself in and out of me over and over again. I
started to wrap my legs around him, trying to pull him even deeper into me
but I was quickly reminded that these weren’t ordinary circumstances.
“Hey! Put her legs down, we can’t see!” someone yelled from the audience.
Oh yeah, there WAS an audience to keep happy as well!
Travis pressed my legs down flat on the mattress and then he maneuvered
himself so he was kneeling and pulled me up on his lap to keep fucking me. I
was still laying flat, but now with my bare ass supported on his lap. He
somehow pushed me around on the mattress to give our audience a better view
of his dick as it pumped in and out of my pussy. Hmmm, it was like he had
“performed” before.
Travis’ strokes were getting more rapid and forceful and from the intense
look on his face I knew my man was about to cum. He looked over at his wife
who also seemed to sense that her husband was getting ready to explode.
“That’s it, fuck the bitch Travis, fill her cunt!” she encouraged him.
We both took that to mean that she wanted him to cum in my pussy. While that
was the way I personally would have preferred, given the circumstances it
somewhat surprised me as I would have thought she would have wanted to see
his cum spurting out of his dick and onto me. Oh well, who was I to argue
with his own wife when it came to how he fucked me and where he shot his cum?
“Oh shit Barbie, here it cums!” he finally spoke out - to his wife and not
me.
Travis pulled my hips up to him tighter and then held me still for a couple
of seconds before he jerked convulsively and I felt his dick start to explode
inside of me. He jerked hard again and again and with each convulsion he
released another load of his adulterous sperm inside of me. It wasn’t long
before he was finished after which he held me with his dick still inside of
me, throbbing slightly and twitching now and then just enough for me to feel
it move.
Having satisfied his lust, Travis grinned and pulled out of me for the last
time. He moved back and let me flop back on the mattress flat on my back
once again. Damn, I was exhausted! Although I didn’t cum while he was
fucking me, it was only because I was concentrating so much on the people
watching me instead of trying to go for an orgasm. Oh yeah, I was loving
every minute of this!
Travis quickly gathered his things and joined his wife in the front pew. She
leaned over and put her mouth on his cock, cleaning off the mixture of our
cum that was gleaming on it. It wasn't a blowjob, more like she wanted to
taste the results of her husband’s efforts. Licking her lips, she sat back
up and kissed him. Meanwhile, Beth had regained her composure and was back
in charge again.
“Hey everybody, so what do you think? Was that hot or was that hot?”
Everybody seemed to respond in one way or another. Some clapped, others
cheered, some just made loud crude remarks about the way I’d just been
fucked. I stood up and started to get off the mattress, assuming that this
was the end of the show. After all, what more did they expect? I’d sucked
one guy off, did a 69 with a lesbian, and now just been fucked – and fucked
well, by someone’s horny husband. Personally, I thought I’d fulfilled my
fantasy stage fuck fantasy pretty well. It may not have been a theater in
Amsterdam but for Pittsburgh it was pretty darn good. Well, I should have
known better than to assume anything when Beth was involved.
Chapter 6 – Open Season On Kelly
================================
“OK everybody, so much for the show, now it’s open season,” she announced. I
looked at her like she was from another planet. “Open season”? What the
heck was THAT? Apparently I was the only one who didn’t understand the term
as everyone jumped up and started to move towards the platform.
“What the heck is ‘open season’ Beth?” I asked as the crowd approached.
“YOU are!” she said, laughing at my bewilderment. “C’mon Kelly, you didn’t
think you were going to get fucked only once, did you? Besides, this crowd
isn’t exactly the type to be satisfied with just watching, if you know what I
mean.”
About that time the first guy had made it up to the platform and I quickly
realized what was going on. Yes, the “show” was over but apparently that
only meant that now everyone was going to be given their own opportunity with
me. What the hell, I was REALLY horny by now and didn’t mind getting some
more cock so why not?
For the next hour or two, it like a slut’s dream come true – or should I say
“cum” true. Not every guy fucked me, maybe half at most. Some of them just
wanted their dick sucked and others were satisfied with just a hand job. It
seemed everywhere I looked there was another hard dick in my face. My pussy
was never empty more than a few seconds at a time as when one guy finished,
there was always another waiting in line, hard and anxious to replace him.
The same was true for my mouth. No sooner would I suck one guy off then
there was yet another hard dick in my mouth. Although it was hard to
concentrate with all the dicks in me and in my hands, I DID manage to cum
several times which made it even better.
For the most part, the women stood back and let the men do their thing with
me. I noticed Lindsey had hooked up with another girl so they weren't paying
a lot of attention to what was happening to me anymore, if you get my
meaning. Other than that, the rest seemed satisfied just watching and most
of them masturbated as they did. As you might imagine, I was quickly covered
with cum as some of the guys couldn’t wait their turn and ended up just
standing over me and spraying their cum all over me. It was definitely a
“guy” time as the girls hung back and just watched or played with each other.
I really couldn’t blame them for not wanting to have to deal with the ever-
growing mess on me.
Things might have gone on another hour or more as I was pretty sure some of
the guys who were now fucking me had already done me once before. Beth,
however, stepped in to bring things to a close.
“OK everybody, ‘open season’ on Kelly is now closed. How about some help
getting the place back in order. This IS a church you know!”
Everybody seemed to get a kick out that last comment as laughter erupted.
Finally, her lame sense humor came through! Indeed, I had not even thought
about where we were in the midst of all the commotion and sex. For just a
moment, I looked around at the various religious artifacts and felt a little
twinge in my heart but then, didn’t God endow us with the ability to enjoy
sex? If so, what better place to celebrate it but in his own house?
Needless to say, there wasn’t a shower in the place so I gathered my stuff
and made my way to the women’s restroom where Beth had been thoughtful enough
to bring some body wash and towels for me. I used a washcloth to clean
myself off the best I could and even rinsed my hair in the sink to get the
cum off that I saw in the mirror. God, what is it with men and cumming in my
hair? At least on my face and boobs it was easy to wash off. My hair was
definitely going to need some work when I got home.
By the time I’d gotten myself presentable again and returned to the
sanctuary, it was like nothing had happened. The mattress was gone with the
podium back in its place. Someone had sprayed air freshener which masked the
thick odor of sex that had permeated the place not too long before. If you
hadn’t known there was no sign that anything had happened here tonight. Beth
was sitting in the front pew with a couple of guys, watching replays on her
video camera.
“Damn, he really came on her!” one of the guys exclaimed as they all laughed
at whatever scene they were watching. I gently coughed, letting them know I
was back.
“Well, tell me. How was it? Was it what you expected?” Beth asked.
I grinned and leaned over to kiss her and then replied, “I loved it and you
know it! God, I never dreamed it would be so much fun.”
Beth kissed the guys goodnight and took my hand as we left the building.
Back in her car we both got in and then just threw out heads back and sighed
together. I looked down and saw the crotch of my jeans was soaked. Beth saw
where I was looking and giggled.
“Damn girl, I guess you must have a lot of cum in you now, eh?”
I just rolled my eyes and retorted, “You think?”
We both laughed and she started the car for the trip back to my apartment.
Amazingly, I was STILL horny! I guess you can’t take that many dicks in you
and just turn it off in an instant. Something told me I was going to be
playing with myself for a long time when I got back to my bedroom!
THE END