Subject: Beth's Stage Party (MF, exhib, orgy, oral)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: March 22, 2008
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
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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.
“Ummmm, 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. Mmmmm, 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. Mmmmm, 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 it’s 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.
“Ohhhh, 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. Mmmmm, 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
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“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
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“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 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
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