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
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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
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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 someday. 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? As 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 lying 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