Christina's Strip-Club Initiation -- First Night

[ghilton]

This is seriously. fucking. hot.

[sweetnpied]

OMG! I'm REALLY flattered. I kinda like knowing I might be turning you guys on!

[sweetnpied]

Part V

(Hi guys... and gals... althought when I say "guys" I do mean it generically to include my female fans. Okay. I HAVE to warn everyone about this next section. My romantic side is showing here. I really felt like I needed a transitional section for "me" in my fantasy to recover from the rape just perpetrated upon "me" by Evie and Missy, but I was also kinda improvising on the fly, and we suddenly have a bit of a potential love story going on now. Or do we? Sorry, but it can't all be filthy sex 100% of the time, can it? And if you guys don't like where this part of my story is headed, just wait a couple of more days and Part VI... which will be TOTALLY disguting, I PROMISE... will be posted. I know this is my fantasy and all, but there has to be a LITTLE reality here. Right? I can't simply go from having practically passed out, to the next segment of what is about to become a VERY long night of my getting abused in ways I could never really accomplish in the real world. Fantasy worlds do require the literary technique called "supsension of disbelief" but we can't have abandonment of ALL belief? Enjoy. Smoochies. Christina)

“What the fuck just happened?” Jody asks me. I laugh weakly, “I was just about to ask you the same fucking question!”

I can feel my hands still cuffed behind me to the middle rope of the mud wrestling ring, exactly where I’ve been for the last 45 or so minutes. My head was resting against Jody’s naked, mud-encased, but more than ample breasts as she continues consoling me. But I’m also rapidly becoming aware of certain sensations and emotions I’ve never tapped into before.

And I am slowly drawing strength from the awareness of all that. It’s difficult to describe, but I’m perceiving these incredible feelings of fulfillment, of accomplishment. The satisfaction of having just dug deep down into some primitive part of my ancestor’s past, like I just released a rush of raw animal lust where it’s perfectly normal to engage in the wildest sex in the filthiest environment imaginable.

“You were the one who watched everything,” I remind Jody. “Tell me what you saw.”

“You ever see ‘The Exorcist,’ where Linda Blair is elevated over the bed and acting like she’s possessed?” she asks me. “Sure,” I hesitatingly answer, still in a weakened voice. “Well, sweetie, that’s what you looked like except you were missing your panties and you had Evie’s fingers up your cunt and ass.”

Suddenly, I recognize a low-level pulsing ache and feeling of rawness up my vaginal and anal canals. I had apparently, blocked those sensations out until Jody drew my attention to where I had just been viciously violated.

“Evie,” I angrily mutter. “Where the fuck is that lying, cheating, back-stabbing cunt?”

“By the time you finished your massive cum and went limp, Evie was just about as covered in blackberry jam as you. And her little bitch of a helper was nearly as messy as she. Seeing there was no longer any value in continuing to fuck with you, they traipsed off to the shower room to clean up for the next round of tonight’s festivities.”

Jody’s voice abruptly turns very grave. “I’m really worried about you, Chrissy. She totally fucking hates you. You wouldn’t believe the things she says to the bosses, the bouncers and the other girls about you. She really is out to get you tonight. She wants to seriously mess you up. I’m thinking she wants to do something to you so you can’t work here anymore.”

A very troubling idea that’s been sloshing around the back of my subconscious brain the past several minutes while Evie and Missy were raping me can no longer be repressed. The thought simply and naturally rises to the surface of my conscious reality.

What if Jody is a plant? What if Queen Evie actually can have a moment of intelligent thought and realize that there’s a major tactical advantage to having me tricked into believing one of her people has turned her back on the head of the cunt pack? Maybe I’d open up enough to Jody to tell her all my plans to get back at Evie. I figure I’d better start feeling Jody out in order to determine her true motives.

“Can I ask you a personal question, Jody?” “Of course you can, sweetie.” And with that response, she tenderly holds my head in her hands and plants a loving open-mouthed kiss on my lips to the delight of the still 500 plus patrons of the club. “Shit,” I whisper to Jody through our tongues and lips. I momentarily pull my head back. “I completely forgot about them,” as I point my head in the audience’s direction.

Jody giggles, “So did I. So what’s your question?”

“Why?” Jody smiles at my one word directed at her. “Why did I come to help you?” she asks. I nod with her hands still caressing my face and hair.

“Last year at this time,” she pauses... “I was you!” Oh my fucking god! Of all the intelligence-gathering I had been doing about this club over the last five weeks, how the fuck did I miss hearing that? Too much fucking the bouncers I guess and not asking them enough questions.

“I’m totally fucking lost,” I tell her. “Why’d you join her little girl’s club if she victimized you like she’s doing to me.”

“Well, first of all,” Jody reminds me, “I never had Evie wanting to do to me what she has in store for you. I’m not completely convinced she want you to live through your initiation. You can’t believe the rumors going around the club.”

I audibly gulped slightly. God, I hope I planned this right. I knew one thing for certain, if I had simply done nothing these past five weeks to try to move the odds more in my favor, Evie would have totally fucked me over completely on her terms. As least so far, she was playing on my home court, even if she didn’t realize it.

Jody continues her explanation. “Second, I don’t have your courage or strength. I could never have stood up to them the way you have so far. But I’m worried this weekend might be the last we see of that strength and courage or worse, the last we see of you. You’ve won a lot of friends amongst everyone here. The girls, the staff, everyone.”

“But finally, I don’t have your advantages. I’m a single mom supporting two little kids, and I barely finished high school. In this economy? I have no hope for another job. I really need this money. And as long as I’ve been one of Evie’s loyal bitches, I’ve been one of the top earners at the club.”

“I don’t get it, Jody. It didn’t piss you off that she fucked you over? Did she and Missy rape you on your initiation night?

“Of course they did. I never had lesbian sex before my initiation. But I learned to live with it. Even enjoy it. And it’s made me a lot of money.”

I’ve been processing all of Jody’s answers to determine whether she’s being truthful. I know she has be telling the truth about being a newbie to the club the previous fall and being put through her initiation in that manner because I could find out from the bouncers or the other girls in a second whether she was telling the truth about that. And if Evie really wanted her to spy on me, she wouldn’t have waited until now. She would have sent Jody to me before tonight to learn what I might have up my sleeve... or cunt... for this weekend.

But I needed one more line of questions to be answered to be sure.

“Aren’t you risking losing your status as a member of Evie’s cunt pack by coming to my aid?”

Jody pauses and looks forlornly down. “I know. I could be really hurting myself.” Her face, even through all that mud, showed the serious look of concern that a mother would have for the fate of her family. But then she lifts her head and fully engages her beautiful blue eyes with mine. She kisses me again. Fully, sweetly, but without her tongue. It was not a sex kiss but a love kiss. “I just couldn’t live with myself if I simply stood by and let her have her way with you. I can’t watch helplessly. I just can’t. I’ll take the consequences. You’ve been so brave.” She kisses me again.

Shit, this could be an Academy Award winning performance, but every bone in my body, as well as my lips and, most importanly, my brain, seems to feel that Jody’s being honest. I guess I’ll just have to keep my eye on her until I know for sure.

“All right. Just, just tell me what happened a few minutes ago. Did I black out?”

“I can’t really say for sure,” Jody answers. “You’re not drunk, are you?”

“A little tipsy from what vodka I was forced to swallow, but not that drunk. Describe for me what you saw.”

“I swear, I thought you were going to seriously hurt yourself. Or if you didn’t do it to yourself, then Evie was going to. I think she was literally ramming three fingers in both your cunt and asshole. And after Missy backed away from your face the last time, she began aiding Evie by pouring more blackberry jam all over your crotch for her cram up your two holes. And when Missy wasn’t dumping that shit on your pussy, she was also dropping a ton more on your face.”

A little of this is starting to come back to me. I was so tuned in to my mounting series of orgasms, I wasn’t really concentrating what was being done to my body. But I do recall now the feeling of something heavier and heavier weighing me down shortly before I completely lost it.

“You were screaming the loudest grunts and sounds as you were just going through one enormously violent cum. You looked like you were trying to escape from a straight-jacket or something, you were gyrating so violently. And what you were saying to those two bitches? I don’t think I’ve heard anyone at this club use as many swear words other than when Evie goes after one of us.”

“Then what?” I need to know. I just need to know.

“I wish I could tell you. I don’t know. It’s like you blew a circuit. You went totally limp. I think you’re eyes were open, but with all the blackberry jam Missy was pouring over you, I couldn’t be completely sure. You just collapsed. It’s like your body instinctively turned itself off because you simply couldn’t stand it anymore.”

“Well, having never experienced that powerful an orgasm before,” I say laughingly as Jody joins me, “I can’t say if that’s how I normally react when pushed that far over the edge, or was that a one time thing?”

“How bout we find out?” I'm looking at Jody, so I know she didn't say that. Jody's looking at me, so she knows I didn't say it.

Jody and I both snap out of our little bonding session as it took all of a nanosecond for the two of us to recognize the voice. Evie’s back and looks like she can’t wait to move to the next level of tonight’s activities. Fuck her!

And my cunt juices begin to flow again, because I know exactly what’s in store for me next.

[sludge]

" I kinda like knowing I might be turning you guys on!"

Just FYI - there's no "might be" about it. If you've felt the urgent need to get off after reading you stuff - assuming you can make it all the way though - you now know what the rest of the readers feel like. I'm thinking we might even need to have the "page views" section on the forum index re-named to "The Oh!-dometer".

Oh, and we (my wife and I) love the filth - take it as far as you can. We've had a baster in our pleasure chest for years now, but a current fantasy of ours involves her getting initiated into he sorority by making and then getting off/violated/whatever in a mudpit. It sounds simple, but there's a catch: You get the clay and the use of the entire sorority for free, but there's no tap water allowed. The moisture has to come from the girls, by whatever means necessary. Sweat, juices, G-spot squirting, spitting in her face, pissing all over her, anything goes.


Hm. Maybe I should write this down...

[pieclown]

Hi sweetnpied,
You are doing a great rewrite of the Penthouse forum story. Yes, I remember it. WAM stories from then were rare. From your reports, I am happy you had fun writing these stories.

[sweetnpied]

OMG, you remember it! Well, I really haven't gotten much into the story in the original version. The imposter police officer trying to break up a mud fight in a stripper club is the only part the was in the original Penthouse Forum story. I've really taken it off on a tangent with the whole evil Evie story line. But in Part VI, I will go back to a substantial part of the original story. With my own variations, of course, but much more of the plot will now be closer to it.

And yes, I've had a GREAT time writing these stories. It's been the source of quite a few pleasureable moments after I've written or edited several of the segments. But even when I'm pleasing myself normally, and I mean even when I've not just written a segment, I'm getting myself off by thinking how I want the next Part to play out. So I'm turning myself on even BEFORE I'm writing the next part by thinking about it. It's been a real one-hand-feeding-the-other situation. And boy, does THAT ever sound bad!

And I'm more than happy to be pleasing all of you readers while I'm pleasing myself!

[pieclown]

Hi
Yes you made changes. But the idea was the same. I remember it was an MP and it was military night at the strip club. I was in the army so it was a hope to find this, haha. Hey it great you share you fantasy in such nice stories. Keep up the one handed typing.

[sweetnpied]

LOL, I'll bets someone wrote two versions of the same story, because the one I read was definitely a policewoman. Makes sense. I could never figure out how any of these magazines could produce so many stories each month. My bf didn't just get Penthouse, but the smaller Forum and about a million other of these. They probably just took one story and either re-issued it or made small changes to it. Shit, I've written only 3 so far and it has taken me MONTHS! Of course, I go into much greater detail. BTW, I'm pretty sure I'll have Part 6 up before the day is out!

[sweetnpied]

Part VI

(Hi guys and gals. Another part of my story I wanted to post with my self-imposed deadline of before the weekend is through. Could definitely use a couple more solid edits. So I may do that over the next couple of days. But here, in rather raw form, is my next installment. Enjoy!
Smoochies!
Christina)

Standing before Jody and me is the Queen of the cunt pack, surveying me in my blackberry jam-covered body still in my saturated bra, garter belt and stockings but without my panties, and the nude and mud-covered Jody. Evie’s in her full stripper regalia now. The tiniest of g-strings and nothing else.

How much did she overhear I immediately begin to wonder? And I know the same thoughts are going through Jody’s head right now.

“Don’t the two of you make the most adorable couple,” Evie sneers sarcastically. “And as for you,” as she turns her attention directly toward Jody, “after all I’ve done for you my sweet little cunt. I never suspected you of turning Judas on me.”

Out of nowhere, Evie leans over and forcefully grabs the back of Jody’s mud-packed hair and drives her tongue deep down Jody’s throat causing the latter to scream a loud yelp into Evie’s mouth at the violent and unexpected nature of the invasion.

Just as quick as Evie attacked Jody’s mouth she withdraws and licks her tongue fully around the inside of her own mouth three of four times like she’s looking for a piece of meat stuck between her teeth.

“I don’t taste any cunt juice in there. And lucky for you, my little girlfriend. Because you know full well my little country twat’s virgin twat is mine and mine alone to take tonight. Due to my position in our little hen house, I have the sole right to take her cherry. You’re in enough trouble as it is without having to learn the world of whoop-ass you’d be facing if you violated that rule.”

With our private little confrontation concluded, Evie grabbed a towel, wiped the mud from her face that she acquired from kissing Jody, and grabbed the microphone once again from Craig’s hand in order to address the crowd.

“How have you shitheads liked the show so far?” Oh my god! What a fucking roar! The vibrations from that sound even penetrated the blackberry jam packed into my ears.

“How about a little audience participation in our fucking up our little country twat, huh?” And if I thought the crowd just went nuts over the last question, they were beside themselves with the idea that they could get in on the action. Guys were double high-fiving each other, chest-bumping, doing all the male bonding rituals that make women just shake their heads.

Evie then pulls the mike down to her thigh so the crowd can’t hear her next question, which is directed straight at Jody. “And just where do your loyalties lie, my sweet little cunt? After all the money I’ve made for you.” The queen bitch’s voice then sarcastically says in a weepy voice, “And your two little girls. My god, what will happen to them, I wonder, if their Mommy gets thrown out on her ass?”

Jody tries to play the middle of the road as best as she can. “That’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m just looking after my money. If anything happens to her before this is all over, we lose out on the best money-making weekend of all our careers.” Shit, I may have grown Jody a backbone!

“Is that what you want to do?” Evie snaps back at Jody like a cobra springing for the kill. I’m finally being exposed to Evie’s uber-bitch side, a side she’s never shown me because she was trying to set me up for tonight for the last five weeks by letting me think she was cool with me.

Evie then finishes her ultimatum to Jody. “You want to be Christina’s little guardian angel for the rest of this weekend?” Jody nods with more than just a little hint of trepidation on her face.

With that, Evie senses blood, and immediately gets in Jody’s face. “Then nothing better happen to her. Because if it does, then it’s on your head, and we get to take it out of your hide.”

At the moment of Evie’s last remark, Jody’s hands, which had slipped down just below my bra, squeeze my ribs ever so slightly. Just enough for me to feel, but imperceptible to the crowd.

Unfortunately, I catch Evie’s eyes drop down to Jody’s hands just as they reflexively tighten at my sides. I know Evie just saw the fear welling inside Jody. I now know Evie knows she’s successfully gotten into Jody’s head. It’s my turn to step up and try to save Jody. I can’t let that cunt go after her kids like that!

“Fucking leave Jody out of this,” I spit back at her, sending another wad of purple slime over Evie’s tits and torso. “I don’t fucking need her help. What? You’re not bitch enough to take me on?” Oh boy! Did that ever get the expected effect out of Evie! Using the towel to wipe off the latest desecration of her formerly clean body, she faces the crowd.

Evie returns the mike to her mouth like she’s sucking a giant-headed cock once again... mere millimeters from her mouth and so angry she’s now literally drenching the head with her spit. She’s laughing softly but demonically as she addresses the club’s patrons, most of whom are still busy with all the other strippers performing lap-dances, blow jobs and good old-fashioned fucking.

“All right! Listen up, you assholes!” Some of the guys in the crowd start calling Evie every disgusting name in response, to which Evie raises both her arms and just waves them to the crowd. In effect she’s telling the audience to “Bring it on!”

After the name-calling subsides slightly, Evie brings the mike back to her mouth. “All right you assholes! If you want to get in on this,” she then screams into the mike, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

The bitch’s little tirade get the crowd a bit more subdued. “Here’s the deal on how you can help us fuck up our little country twat.” And Evie didn’t have to say that very forcefully to get’s the assholes’ attention.

“We have what, about 150 pies here? About 50 pitchers of who know the fuck what? And another hundred of so of all sorts of messy food items in these two buckets.”

Now the audience is quickly calming down, even the johns in the middle of whatever they were up to. They all want to hear what Evie is about to propose.

“Ten dollars gets you a handful of what’s left of the blackberry jam. And looking down these garbage cans, there’s one full can and a little more than quarter of the other one still full. So there’s still a lot of damage you guys can do with that. I’ve already nearly drowned her in it, and haven’t even approached half-way through all the jam. And here’s the best part!”

The place turns pin-dropping quiet with that announcement. Evie explains. “And each handful of jam gives you ten seconds to place that jam wherever on our little country twat. And I mean anywhere. You can shove it down her mouth, down her bra, in her panties. Oops, I forgot. She’s not wearing any panties!”

I still had to give it to that stupid cunt. She knew how to work the crowd. They were laughing hysterically even at that idiotic joke.

Evie starts searching around from my panties. “Here panties. Here panties, panties, panties.” I couldn’t fucking believe how much most of the guys were enjoying this.

Now my panties really were not visible at this point of the evening’s events. The reason is because I had been standing in a kiddie wading pool throughout virtually my entire time handcuffed to the mud-wrestling ring. When the strippers first brought all the pies and other food items out for all to see, a couple of the bouncers had moved the pool under my feet in anticipation of the impending target first Evie and Missy, and now virtually every patron of the club, were about to make of me!

When Evie yanked my panties down for the last time before she started finger-fucking me, they must have sunk under the puddles of blackberry jam that had coagulated in the pool already. It was time for Evie to get a little of her retribution from Jody.

Once again, Evie lets the mike sink to her side. “Hey you. Judas. Go find her panties for me.” I could feel Jody’s hands tighten around my side again. This time it wasn’t a fearful reflexive action. Jody’s getting really pissed at Evie. I’m beginning to believe Jody’s completely legit about being in my corner. I think she may be ready to join forces with me in overthrowing Evie as Queen Cunt.

Jody, still completely nude and completely mud-covered, gets on her hands and knees and starts feeling around looking for my panties. “Splat!” Evie whacks Jody’s bare ass with a chocolate cream pie, which drives Jody face-down tits-down and cunt-down into the blackberry jam. The crowd roars its approval.

Jody pops straight on her knees, but it’s too late. Her entire front is now coated with blackberry jam on top of the lower coat of mud. She’s completely blinded from the unexpected attack. Jody never even had enough time to anticipate the gunging.

She’s gasping for breath. I don’t think it’s due to the dunking, but out of sheer anger at Evie. Jody won’t take her on just yet, I can tell. But I’m convinced by the severity of her reaction that Jody’s no spy for Evie.

At least Jody’s little mishap exposed where my panties were buried. I call out to Jody, “Look to your left. My panties are next to your left knee.”

I could see that got to Evie slightly because it limited the amount of time she could continue to humiliate Jody. And I succeeded in reminding the dumb bitch that I should be the primary focus of her attention.

Evie returns the mike to it’s familiar cock-friendly position by her mouth and tongue. “All right guys. Let’s finish the ground rules.”

Jody walks over to me and slowly slips my string-bikini panties back over my hips. As she adjusts the side straps to their proper position, she slightly grazes my pussy with the back of her hand, to my great delight. “That’s downright naughty of you,” I tell Jody, “because we both know you can’t finish that off.” Jody bends down and whispers in my ear, “Let that be a little tease of what I want to do to you at my first opportunity.”

She then turns serious again. “Watch it. She’s got something planned for you.” I reply, “I know. Hopefully, I can make the nitwit think I’m detesting something I’m really loving.”

With that, Jody snaps the elastic at the back of my panties and gives my cloth-covered ass a pretty solid whack. Evie watches her move with more than just a little tinge of wonder as the crowd applauds my punishment.

Evie tries to re-capture the audience. “All right, guys. Focus.” They slowly quiet down.

“When I said you can put that jam anywhere, you nitwits aren’t getting it. I really do mean anywhere.” She paused to see the crowd’s response. All she received was silence.

“Don’t you fucking idiots get it? All right. Then let me demonstrate.”

Evie walks over to the full pail of jam and dips her hand and arm deeply inside. Holding as large a clump of jam as she can she orders Jody to open the front of my panties.

“Hey, everyone,” she says into the mike while looking back over her shoulder at the crowd. “When I say you can shove the jam anywhere that includes...” and immediately I feel three fingers cramming more jam inside my pussy, “ insider her cunt with your fingers!”

Oh my fucking god! The crowd explodes its approval and I feel like I’m on the verge of exploding myself.

But I’m determined not to allow Evie to make me cum this time before the customers can get to me. So I begin my violent attempts to escape my predicament. Once again, I’m trying to cut through the ropes with my handcuffs. Or trying to snap open the chain connected between the cuffs. Without the slightest hope of success, obviously. But I have to make the crowd, and more importantly, I have to make Evie think I’m seriously upset.

Evie plays it up and she continues to slide her long fingers in and out of me. “Look at her. Look at the fear in her. This is the last thing she wants done to her.”

Men start lining up near the trays of food. Fights even begin breaking out regarding positions on the line.

This forces Evie to stop her finger-fucking as she screams into the mike. “Hey you shitheads. HEY YOU SHITHEADS!” Things calm down on the line momentarily.

“You fuckers didn’t wait to hear all the rules. FIRST! Anyone who fights or acts up on the line gets thrown out of the club FOR THE ENTIRE WEEKEND! SECOND! You can finger-fuck her.” The crowd goes nuts. “You can lick everything but her cunt.” A mix of cheers and moans. “But any guy who tries to eat her or stick out his dick is OUT OF THE CLUB FOREVER!”

There’s a little mumbling in the audience, but finally the dumb fucks begin to realize they’re going to be able to get away with quite a lot, and the excitement level builds once again.

Of course, my reaction to all this certainly doesn’t hurt matters. It’s clear I want no part of this. I’m crying, almost hysterically at moments, and fighting with every ounce of what’s left of my strength to try to free myself.

And Evie decides to take this opportunity to remind me who’s in control. “What’s the matter? Does my little country twat have an objection?”

She puts the mike to my mouth. “Are you out of your fucking mind? I’ve already got you on two counts of rape. You want to be an accessory to five hundred counts?”

Evie lets out another round of evil laughter. “You foolish little country twat. See those little back bubbles all over the club’s ceiling. Those are surveillance cameras. Everything you’ve done is recorded. You try to bring charges and your little romantic session with Jody gets turned over to the media.”

I act stunned at the news as my body stops moving, stops trying to escape. And that’s all it is, an act. But it seems like I’ve got the dummies actually believing our line of crap.

“Now for the rest of the rules! I SAID... NOW FOR THE REST OF THE RULES!”

“You can touch her anywhere and you can lick anything above the waist,” and announcement that sends the crowd further into a frenzy. I start violently shaking my head in a “No” motion trying to convey to the crowd my disapproval of Evie’s directions.

“Pies are twenty dollars, and they give you twenty seconds to play wit her. Pour the pitchers or the contents of the food items stored in that large bucket over there on her, and that will cost you twenty-five dollars, but buys you 30 seconds with her.”

For the last time over the next several hours, Evie approaches me with the mike at her side and plants a long wet kiss on me. I look her straight in the eye. “Once again you’ve violated our agreement, Evie. There was supposed to be no touching from anyone in the crowd. A little fondling I can tolerate, but you’re going to let as many as 500 total strangers shove their fingers up my cunt and asshole and their tongues down my throat? You are one totally evil cunt!”

Evie plants a hard, wet kiss on my mouth, give my ass a hard slap and replies, “Bitch, you’ve got that totally right!” She flips the mike back to Craig and turns to Jody. I think you’d better get washed up and go join Wendy turning tricks. We need to be making every dollar we can out of this crowd.

So the lineup of perverts, sickos, whackos, wife-cheaters, girlfriend-cheaters and simply the most morally challenged scum begins to grow in length in front of me. As they do, I try to quickly do the math.

40 pies a cart, 160 pies in all. At 20 seconds a pie, even without any delays that’s 53 minutes and 20 seconds of pieing. The pitchers and other food items are much easier to calculate at half a minute each. 50 pitchers and 100 cans of things like pudding, whipped cream, more jam of all different types, etc. That’s 75 minutes. Did I really think there were 360 handfuls of blackberry jam left in the two garbage pails. Probably not. But that’s still a good 3 hours of gunging I was facing.

Part of my planning the events of this weekend was an effort to seek new sexual opportunities. Things I had read online about messy sex intrigued me, and I saw this club’s mud pit as a way to venture down that path. But I also wanted to delve into some of the more traditional, pedestrian kinds of bondage, servitude and discipline.

Well, I long left behind anything I’ve ever done sexually in my life the moment I allowed Evie and Missy to begin assaulting me with the blackberry jam. Every new level of sex for the remainder of this weekend would be an adventure into previously unexplored realms of my life’s sexual experiences. As much as Evie is trying to take advantage of me, I revel in the idea that part of her impromptu decision-making is allowing me to test myself as I break through former boundaries of what I would and would not do.

And somehow, the idea of being sexually assaulted by possibly as many as 500 men while bound and immobile is once again working wonders on sending a pretty steady stream of cunt juice, mixed in with the blackberry jam, down my thighs.

And sure enough, the very first prick I encounter is a guy who would totally disgust me if I were to meet him in any other place. Mid-fifties. An ugly, short, fat, filthy pig of a man. Badly dressed and groomed, if I had any sense of smell left, he’d probably repulse me on that account as well. Nevertheless, it somehow seems fitting for my current situation.

He slaps a twenty down in front of Mike, who will be the bouncer collecting the money and enforcing the rules. This jerk asks him, “Is it okay to take two handfuls of blackberry jam rather than a pie and still get the same twenty seconds” Mike shoots a quick look at me and I give him our secret, “I’m okay,” sign to let him know I have no objections. Maybe I should have.

My first customer completely fits the stereotypical lout of a man. One handful of the heavy purple slime drives into my face and hair snapping my head back against the ring’s ropes, the other hand just starts slamming whatever jam he could maneuver up my cunt. And he’s a horrible, slobbering kisser. It obviously doesn’t bother him that he was going to depart from me in a few seconds getting seriously gunged himself.

Despite all that, I’m getting incredibly turned on. I don’t understand. I’m exposed to the dirtiest possible whims of the most vile collection of animals. And it excites me! I mean really excites me! I can’t do anything to defend myself or avoid what’s coming at me. And I don’t want it to stop.

More than that, I crave all the attention being directed at me. I think just about every jerk in this crowd would have sex with me if I let him. That concept has a pretty powerful affect on me, as well as having a pretty powerful effect on what’s happening between my legs.

The next three men to gunge-fuck me seem like they must be relatives of the first guy. All middle aged, fat, disgusting men. And you know what? Bring them fucking on! I’m taking anyone and anything on right now.

I’ve quickly becoming totally defiant. I just don’t give a shit anymore.

The fourth guy to approach me comes up with a slightly perverted twist to what his predecessors did to me. This, the last of my four fat middle-aged fucks to start out with me, asks specifically for a banana cream pie in exchange for his twenty bucks. It takes the bouncers a couple of seconds to sort through the baker’s carts to locate the section of banana pies. I wonder if this sick asshole is thinking what I’m thinking.

He takes the pie in his right hand and approaches me with a combination of a somewhat angry, certainly determined, and very lust-filled look. He really wants to fucking give it to me, I can tell.

I look back just as defiantly, as if I know exactly what he’s thinking. My look seems to say to him, “Go ahead, you fat fuck. Probably can’t even get it up anymore, can you? Your wife probably cries herself to sleep every night. Right.” I am soooooo asking for it, cause I know what he wants to do to me.

His left hand roughly yanks down the front of my panties, and my shaved but completely obliterated pussy from all the purple slime that assaulted me, is exposed. Another cheer goes up from the crowd even though no one can really see my labia. Just the fact that they know I’m exposed to them gets the audience aroused.

“Do it, asshole! DO IT! I FUCKING DARE YOU!” I’m screaming out loud at him.

Sure enough, he winds his arm back as high as he can reach, rapidly swings his arm back in an underhand motion and hits me as hard in my cunt as he possibly can. Some of the top layer of cream gets catapulted up my pussy, and I love the feel of the sugary goo joining my personal cream and the blackberry jam still clinging to my inner vaginal cavity.

Not only does my whole body lift up from the force of the blow, but my facial expression transitions to at least five different looks in about ten seconds. I let out a combination yelp and cry of an “ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck,” as my face goes from anticipation, to pain, to intense pleasure, to degradation, to unabated lust.

He knows he’s got me at his mercy and reaches inside my panties where the remains of the pie have welled up, searching for whole slices of banana buried in the cream. Taking three fingers, he secures two large slices in the gaps between his fingers and drives all the three fingers with the two slices up my cunt like a high-speed Acela freight train.

I scream at him, “You perverted fuck! That’s how you get your jollies? Cramming pieces of banana up a helpless girl’s pussy?” The crowd goes literally bananas at what I’m screaming.

And my insults generate just the result I had hoped. He fishes around my panties for two more huge banana pieces with his other hand and literally jams them up my anus once he finds them. He’s synchronizing the rhythm of his fingers going up both my holes and I can feel the hard pieces of banana slowly liquefying inside me as the friction caused by his finger-fucking continues.

His depraved violation of me is having a miraculous effect. I can’t hide my enjoyment any longer. It’s pretty fucking obvious to just about everyone that I’m getting off on people treating me like this.

The one problem I fear is that no one person gets to finger-bang me for any length of time long enough for me to mount to a climax. Even these fucking idiots detect the problem.

Guys waiting their turn online to do me are begging the bouncers maintaining the peace if they can pay for multiple items to gunge-fuck me. And they are repeatedly told only one item per person. At least for the first time through the line. The bouncers tell them that those working the event tonight want to make sure that everyone who wishes to violate me gets their opportunity.

Everyone who wants to violate me? I can hear the bouncers telling these shitheads this! Am I seriously going to let 500 people treat me like their personal hand puppet? I guess the answer is, “You’d better fucking believe it!”

Fortunately for me, there are several college-aged boys in the crowd and since no old guy can plunk a couple of hundred down and tie up the line, which is how we planned all this, and the price of only one item is pretty reasonable for getting to spend a few seconds feeling me up, even for a college guy, which is also how we planned all this, I’m getting a pretty fair number of cute, young guys who are also doing me. The cute guys keep getting me close to cumming, but when no one can do me for more than thirty seconds at any one time, it’s very difficult for me to reach an orgasm.

Mike is doing the best he can to keep the line moving, having guys pay a few people in advance, and he’s organized some of the bouncers to ask the guys who have paid what they want to use on me, so everything’s all set to go as soon as each guy reaches the front of the line. I’ve become an assembly-lined victim of continuous wam sex.

It’s getting me closer, but the constant changing of moods and rhythms and wamming implements keeps messing with my head just enough to break any momentum I build with one guy to the next. I am getting visibly frustrated at my prospects, or lack thereof, of crossing the cumming point. About an hour ago, I literally exploded in orgasm, my first wam orgasm and my first lesbo orgasm, and it was the fucking greatest one in my life to date. I so want to cum again in this mess, but this time with a guy doing me.

Then four wise guys figure out exactly what I need from them to cum. I see them about five spots back in line, and shit, they all look like football players. Are they breaking team curfew to do me? That’s the first dirty thought going through my head with these studs. And it won’t be the last dirty thought going through my head.

The first one approaches Mike and slaps down a hundred dollars. But Mike begins to hand back the hundred saying you can only do her with one item, and the most expensive one is just twenty-five dollars. Or do you want change?

This kid, and I love him for being so bold, asks Mike, “There’s nothing in the rules stopping four guys from doing her at once, right? As long as we each buy only one item, correct?”

Mike looks to me for a clue as some total geek of a kid is fucking me at the moment. Don’t get me wrong, I love geeks and they turn me on as much as the next guy, but this kid really has no fucking clue with the inner workings of a woman’s vagina. So at this point, I’m just dying to take on four hot studs at the same time. I give Mike a little nod with my head to let them go.

I now have to go through three more guys before I get to the foursome, and I know everybody pays the same money to get at me, but I have to admit I’m kind of wishing the guys ahead of them would hurry up and move along.

The bouncers assisting Mike are scurrying around a little, and I’m not quite sure why that’s so, which is distracting me even more with the guys preceding the foursome. But the four guys eventually reach me, and I then realize what was happening a few moments ago.

The bouncers had to locate the items requested by the boys and get those items prepared in time to use on me. And I now see, for the first time, what they’ve chosen, the sight of which alone really gets my juices flowing from my cunt once again.

Mike allows these guys a couple of moments to toy with me. They’re brushing their fingers over my sensitive parts, which at this moment is practically every place on my body. I know that I’m about to have four mouths, eight hands and forty fingers teasing me simultaneously. My entire body is charging up and getting ready to go.

I’ve have been desperately holding back calculating how much time they have bought with me because I don’t want the thought of how little time they actually have to get in my head and put pressure on me.

The first guy to speak to me is Bobby. He’s all man. Granite-jawed. Powerful. With a voice that matches his looks.

“Hey, sweet thing,” he whispers. I get all girlie on him, and turn to face him to say, “Hi, hottie. You boys ready to take me on?”

“Oh, yeah. We’re ready. The big question is, are you? We all start for State U, and with so many homecoming games this weekend in the area, we’re not playing til Sunday afternoon. So tonight is all fun for us. And we think you’re really hot.” My cunt feels like it’s burning up with all the pussy juice I’m producing.

I gulp loudly enough for all four to hear. Next, it’s Jimmy’s turn to take the obvious opportunity I’m dying to accept from these guys as he begins his nasty little chat in my other ear.

“We want you to decide the order we’re going to mess you up. We think you should have a little say in how you get done.” That’s so fucking sweet! These boys are actually thinking about my needs rather than these other assholes who need to impose their wills upon me.

“Well,” I say in my sexiest voice, “don’t stop touching me all over to start. And if I can see clearly enough, because my vision’s been a bit impaired by all the bits of blackberry passing over and into my eyes, it looks like you have the industrial size jug of Hershey’s syrup, and three 7-pound cans of pudding, one chocolate, one vanilla and one rice. Am I correct?”

Terry, whom I later learn from some of the other girls is the team’s quarterback and leader, speaks up next, “You know your messy shit, you cute thing.” And I look him up and down and then stare directly at his package before I reply, “And I hope you know how to use it.”

Sweet Terry actually blushes a little before asking, “So... lady’s choice.” I announce, “Start with the Hershey’s over my head. But take your time!”

He opens the gallon-sized bottle and slowly allows the stream of chocolate to start down my hair and face. I’m completely blinded again, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m totally willing to let the boys do what they will to me.

I open my mouth wide and let some of the chocolate pool up in there. Terry doesn’t miss a beat, and obviously doesn’t give a fuck how dirty he gets along with me. He dips his thick, long tongue into my mouth and flicks the chocolate pool up against the roof of the part of my mouth that’s not buried in the chocolate already.

I moan as loudly as any bitch can who’s trying to hold a half-full mouth of chocolate in place without swallowing. But Terry quickly moves to my bra and fills it with the flowing syrup. My panties are next, and that sends an electrical jolt through my entire body as the Hershey’s kisses my labia.

The boys can see and feel the effect this is having on me, and they’re all on me at once as if I were the opposing quarterback. Hands going into pudding cans and grabbing quantities to smear all over my body.

I whisper to Tommy, the last of the four to speak to me, “Save the rice pudding for the end.” He briefly steps away from the wrestling ring and slides the can out of reach to avoid any inadvertently premature sploshing of rice pudding.

For the next minute, I am plastered with chocolate and vanilla pudding by the strong hands of four major college football players. I feel defiled by the thick, mucky chocolate morass being rubbed all over me, while the vanilla pudding is so much creamier and seductive. I wonder if I can talk them into someday doing this again outside the strip club and for hours and hours!

But as much as I’m enjoying this, I know I’m running out of time. “Bobby, Jimmy, I’ve been saving the rice pudding til now, but I want the two of you to fuck me with it. Those little bits of rice sliding up and down inside me will drive me insane along with your fingers. Tommy, you get to work on my tits, filling my bra with the remains of vanilla and chocolate pudding. And Terry, I want some Hershey kissing coming from you.”

And these four boys live up to their promise to do whatever I ask of them as they simply attack me all at once. I am completely on target in anticipating the effect those little kernels of rice would have on me swirling around in both my holes. All these little pressure points at dozens of little nerve endings inside me. Like little ribbed fingers floating around the more rigid big fingers of Bobby and Jimmy.

I’m guessing right now that Mike is giving them the extra time they need to get me to cum, and right at this moment I’m in no position to complain. Terry’s tongue is as coated in Hershey’s syrup as is mine. We’re slobbering the chocolate all over our faces. He is an expert french kisser, flicking his heavily coated tongue under and around mine.

My breathing is becoming quick and shallow again. Terry is kissing and talking to me all at once. “C’mon, our sweet thing. Our sexy dancer. We want to see you cum. We want to make you cum in front of everyone. Feel Bobby’s and Jimmy’s fingers probing you. Violating you. Ripping you apart inside. Let me suck the chocolate off your sweet tongue.”

Terry takes my saturated tongue into his mouth and sucks it good and hard. That’s the last push I require. I know this isn’t going to be quite like my first cum of the night, but that didn’t mean it was going to be any less fantastic.

I begin quivering as my muscles clench and tighten. I pull my tongue out of Terry’s mouth to plead, “Bobby. Jimmy. I need you both now! Ram me with everything you’ve got! The tension in the crowd watching me is building at the same rate as I’m building toward my climax. I’ve got four of the hottest guys in their university ravaging me in public in front of 500 people.

That is the last thought I need to bring my cum on. My body goes completely rigid. Spasms like strong electrical shocks course throughout my body. Jimmy and Bobby are slamming their fingers in and out of me. This is going to be one of those nice dirty little cums. Well, not that little.

“Oh guys, don’t stop!” I’m screaming at them now because I know I’m up against the clock.

Terry pulls his mouth out of mine and he’s shoving three of his fingers up my pussy along with whoever else is currently up there. “Terry, get some more rice pudding in there right away!”

The crowd is cheering the boys on, even if it means they’re getting a little more than their fair share of the time with me. They all want to see me cum as much as the boys who are currently messing with me.

Oh my god. I’ve got, I think, six fingers up my cunt and three up my ass. I’m pretty sure Tommy hasn’t left my chest but now I’ve got a second mouth on me. I’m guessing Terry since he’s the one who most recently re-positioned himself.

And then, I just find the right mental state out of nowhere. I guess the thought of my first four-way gang bang, okay only three guys are up my holes if you want to be technical about it, finally allowed me to cross the line.

“Oh fuck me! Fuck me hard guys! Fuck me really hard! Now! Now! Now! Now! Oh shiiittttttt! Oh goooooodddddddddd, motheerrrrrfuuuuuuuuccckkeerrr!”

This isn’t a rolling wave kind of cum. This is just one hard, hard motherfuckers of a cum. My body completely tenses until it finally hits me.

My body spasms are coming more rapidly which means my cuming is close by. I scream. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” One last time as I finally reach my orgasm. “Arrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhh. Arrrrrrrrrrrrgggghhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhh ssssshhhhhhhiiiiiiittttt. Ohhhhhhh shhhhiiiiitttttttt. Fuuuuucckkkk. Fuuuuuucckkk. Fuuuccckk. Fuuuccckk”

My body lets itself down in stages as I’m gasping for air. The boys, every one of them a perfect gentleman, let me down nice and easy. A very satisfying second orgasm.

I take a moment to gather myself. Once I’m a little further composed, each of them, Tommy, Bobby, Jimmy and Terry give me a very tender kiss.

I waive my head over to Mike to have him come over. I tell him to kick $80 out of my profits for the night into the kitty and tell the boys that for giving me my first orgasm from the audience, I’m buying them each a pie to use on me. After all, the rule was the customer couldn’t buy more than one. There’s nothing in the rule book against me buying anything.

I tell them to pie me quickly, and that should even the time out a little with the rest of the crowd. But the audience doesn’t seem to have cared having to wait a couple of minutes to watch me cum again. Maybe because these four guys are more known to them than to me.

Mike announces to everyone in the crowd about my little gesture with the pies, and I now know that the entire audience has my back, too. That should afford me a little more protection from Evie and Missy. At least I hope.

The boys all pie me with just the right amount of pressure. Hard enough to be titillating, but without the slightest touch of harmful intent. Once on the face, once on the tits, once on the ass and once on the cunt. I think I’ve just become a big fan of State U football!

Hmmmm, I start to wonder where my next orgasm is coming from tonight.

If I only knew what’s in store for me next.

[KayleeKat]

Oh wow, once again you have left me exhausted and speechless.

[sweetnpied]

KK
Well, you'd better rest up, gf. Cuz YOU'RE gonna be appearing as part of the Second Night of this "trilogy"! At least! Haven't figured yet if I'm gonna have you stick around for the Third Night, or kill you off before that!
SMOOCHIES!!!
Christina

[dalious]

Oh my, I can hear your evil gears grinding.

[sweetnpied]

ROFLMFAO -- you heard them all the way up THERE?!? I better pour some cold water on them or something! I'll burn them out!

[sweetnpied]

Part VII

(Hi guys and gals. Lately, I seem to be REALLY into telling my story. Part of that has to do with YOU, my apparently growing fan club. As a result, I find the need to write the next part of my story as quickly as I can. As some of you know, I go through writer's block from time to time. Well, that time CERTAINLY isn't now.

In this Part, I introduce a new character who happens to be someone I've befriended online recently and has agreed to be included in my fantasy. You'll be seeing a lot of "her" for the majority of this "Initiation trilogy." Enjoy. Smoochies! Christina)

My best guess? I’m getting close to completing my first hour of continuous wam sex perpetrated upon my body by the audience. By mentally keeping track of what items are being poured or splatted or rubbed on me, I’m able to keep a fairly decent track of the time elapsed.

Shocking news. This is getting a little repetitive. I mean, I’ve certainly had my share of orgasms, four in all since the audience was given free reign with me, which is about once every 15 minutes or so and five in total so far tonight. But these guys are starting to not show a lot of imagination.

Shit, at least a few of them have picked up on the hint given earlier by my four hunky football players and combine forces to attack me four at a time. But nobody’s matched the personality of that first foursome yet, and that’s what got me so turned on with them. So the last three orgasms have been just a little more than okay.

As I shake my head to clear the recent pie to the face I just received from the latest total asshole, I see something I’ve yet to see tonight waiting on line to gunge me. It’s my first female attacker! And she’s definitely got my attention!

She’s like me in that she’s small breasted and not very tall, but our similarities end there. Whereas I’m very fair-skinned with blond hair down to my butt, the young woman moving up the line toward me is a short-haired brunette with freckles and a nice slight tan. I’m dancer thin, a little too thin to be perfectly honest. But she has wonderfully round girlish curves.

One thing else I can immediately see we both share is a whole lot of personality. Her smile lights up the room, and she seems like she could be everyone’s best friend. It also looks like she’s had a few rounds herself already, so I’m guessing we’re both pretty equal in our current levels of inebriation.

When she reaches Mike in order to pay for her wamming implement, she waves her forefinger in a “come hither” motion and talks into his ear once he complies. She speaks to him for several seconds, and it’s clear she’s asking Mike something no one else has requested to this point.

Mike walks over to Craig and explains something to him, which causes Craig to now talk to me. I can’t fucking believe what he tells me!

But it’s obvious my brain has translated it perfectly well for my pussy to understand as all of a sudden my level of juice production goes through the roof. Well, more like down my thighs.

I look up from my leg drenching activities to amazingly discover it’s now her turn to gunge me. I’m still standing against the ropes of the wrestling ring in stunned silence. So much so, that she waves to Craig to bring the mike over to her.

She talks directly to me. “Hi.” I meekly repeat her word back to her. She continues, “I’m Heather, and you’ve been turning me on like crazy all night as I’ve watched you getting gunged and fucked.” No big fucking surprise that the whackos in the crowd go nuts over that and cheer loudly.

She next pulls out from behind her back a gorgeous beige kristen woven leather clutch from Coach that I’ve had my eye on all summer but couldn’t afford the three hundred and fifty bucks to buy, not with all my school expenses. She opens the clasp, flips up the flap and very smoothly removes a crisp one thousand dollar bill from inside.

Mike and Craig both look astonished and I gasp. The men waiting their turn on line behind her suddenly start buzzing amongst themselves. Shit, I may have some real competition for keeping their attention now.

But it seems like Heather could care less about anyone else in the room. Her entire focus is on me. Fortunately for the crowd, Craig deftly moves the mike in close so the rest of the room can hear what Heather is about to propose.

“I just spoke to your head bouncer and club manager regarding my proposal, and they said I could just ask you,” she coyishly begins. I already know what she has in mind, but for all the customers and strippers, they are about to become as stunned as I already am.

“That ‘one man one wamming item’ rule was specifically mentioned only for the guys,” Heather pointed out. “I’m hoping I can bribe my way into convincing you that an exception should be made for me.” And with that, she takes the middle finger of her right hand, begins running it up my right thigh, then pressing it firmly over my crotch as she travels up my panties, she then lifts her finger off after it crosses my navel, and finishes by licking all the cream she had just removed from my body with her finger.

That move, I’m sure, produces exactly the reaction Heather seeks, as I start trembling in pre-orgasmic excitement. “Why don’t you tell them,” I say to her in breathless anticipation.

Heather turns her back to me to face the audience. I get to look at her incredible behind encased in the thinnest of clingy, pale blue silky fabric. Her spaghetti-strapped summer mini-dress is dangerously close to exposing the lower portion of her butt and crotch. Damn, I wish my eyes were clearer to get a better view.

Even when she addresses the audience her voice just oozes playfulness and sensuality. “For those of you further back who can’t see, I just plunked a thousand dollar bill on the table.” That causes some major chatter from the entire crowd.

“I have offered four times the amount of money for five minutes alone with this little slut which, if my calculations are correct, allows me to wam her with ten different items.”

Suddenly the room is a little divided about whether to allow this or not and the chatter turns into a total roar. Most are in favor of Heather’s offer, but there are more than a few disgruntled patrons, like the guys who have been waiting in line behind Heather to get at me.

Craig, ever the level-headed showman, pulls the mike back from Heather and assuages the masses. “I will personally guarantee that every person currently on line who hasn’t had his or her first shot at our little police officer over here will get a turn. We will not run out of things to gunge her with until all of you have had a chance, I assure you.”

That little bit of news turns the sentiments of just about everyone around. Hell, for five minutes why not watch the two of us have a go at it?

Heather turns to me, waives Craig to bring the mike back to her and looks directly into my eyes again. “So, are you game my little slut?” I gulp hard. I really do need a little change of pace to get my pussy revved up to its fullest orgasmic potential again. Why the fuck not?

I quickly snap my head to the side indicating I now need the mike, and Craig instantly complies. I yell into it, “Well guys, whatta think?” The sound waves of the roar in response nearly knocks me back against the ropes. It’s my turn to look Heather right in the eye, “I think they just collectively said, ‘Fucking A!’” We both giggle.

This Heather is one crazy motherfucking bitch. She kicks off her heels and in one lightning fast move slides her mini-dress over her head. Ya think the fellas appreciate that, I wonder?

I’m now lusting after her as much as all of them. Heather has the girliest of bodies, wearing matching sheer, pale blue, boy short panties and teeny tiny bra. She has a bit of a bush, which immediately catches my eye, and the cutest full nipples.

Heather jumps right into the kiddy pool, ignoring the fact that from that position she is going to wind up getting just as dirty as I if she continues from there. She motions Craig over once again with the mike, so everyone can hear her say in a near Marilyn Monroe type girly voice, “Can I please eat her?”

OH MY GOD! You’d think someone just hit a home run to win the World Series! The guys are going nuts over hearing Heather’s request!

And out of nowhere, Evie appears completely nude. Shit, we probably interrupted some wild orgy with her in the middle.

She angrily snaps the mike out of Craig’s hand and waves her free hand to the crowd to get them to calm down, which the guys pretty much ignore for several seconds. Evie has to resort again to telling them to, “Shut the fuck up,” which does little but to agitate them even more.

So Evie decides to simply scream over them into the amplified sound system. “Everyone working here tonight knows what the deal is with Initiation Night! As Queen Slut of this whorehouse, I and only I get the right of first taste of the newbie!”

Boos start cascading down from above, and Evie provides a truly intelligent response. She flips them the bird. Shit, I’m starting to worry that beer steins and bottles will begin flying down at us.

Heather, who's apparently in no mood to eat Evie's line of shit, dives right into the fray. "What the fuck you talking about, bitch?" she snaps back at her. "I fucking just watched you lick my girlfriend's cunt here until you made her practically pass out from her cum!" The crowd reacts raucously to Heather's willingness to mix it up with Evie. Just proves the point that guys like nothing better than a bitch fight.

And Heather's attitude just pisses Evie off even more. Suddenly the two are in each other's face. "Who the fuck said you had any say in this you fucking lipstick lesbian slut? If you weren't Miss stuck-up princess cunt, with some sugar daddy to support your cheating ways, what gives you the right to think you have anything to say about what goes on here! Yes, I nibbled her clit to a massive orgasm, which is far more than you'll ever be able to do for her!" Evie's in full bitch mode now, snapping her head from side to side within an inch of Heather's face as she continues, "But I still haven't slipped my tongue down her pussy hole. So you are prohibited from getting the first taste of that!"

"You stupid cunt!" Heather battles right back. God, I love this girl! "That's absolutely fucking brilliant. You want to piss off someone who just threw a thousand dollars in your till? That's wonderful business sense. You should bless your fucking stars that you're lucky enough to work with such a prime piece of sexy ass as my new girlfriend who knows how to play the game and make the money. You should take a few lessons from her!" And with that last remark the audience leaps up as one person and gives Heather a tremendous standing ovation.

Evie realizes that trying to reason with the crowd at this moment is pointless and turns to Craig handing him back the mike. “You know the fucking deal here. See to it that they both play along.” Evie angrily snaps her arm and points in both my and Heather’s direction. Then she storms back up the steps, presumably off to resume her probably millionth orgy of the night.

I shrug my shoulders as best I can in my currently restrained position and tell Heather, “I’m sorry but I’m yours except for the eating." Then I give her my dirtiest, flirtiest smile. "But do your worst to me otherwise. Please!”

I actually see Heather lick her lips in excitement, as she takes her first pitcher. I wonder if that’s the one I think it is.

I find out soon enough as Heather plants a seriously intense tongue down my throat and slowly pours the pitcher’s contents over both of us. Mmmmmmm. Sure enough I had it right. Heavy chocolate cake batter!

I instantly find this so incredibly erotic on so many levels and the fluids flowing out of my pussy reflect my growing level of excitement. While the aspect of being restrained and victimized simultaneously by the creamy rich batter is alone enough to drive me crazy, the fact that this beautiful creature is sharing the experience equally with me is driving me wild with passion.

Unlike earlier tonight, I’m not being singled out as the sole recipient of a vicious wamming as I was with Evie and Misty. Rather, it’s a mutually shared, erotic stroll down a filthy, filthy descent to unimaginable perversion.

The thick chunks of batter cascade down our faces along with the smoother film of sludge accompanying it. This intensifies the sensation of a dirty, wicked embracings of our bodies touching each other and being touched by the batter.

I can’t believe how elevated the intensity of my sensitivity to everything has escalated so rapidly. It’s like I’m being bombarded with pressure points from multiple areas of my body at the same time, but those pressure points keep changing from one moment to the next. Must be the effect the thick chunks of batter are having as they travel down my entire body.

Heather gives me a little laugh down my throat while still frenching me and then pulls back. She says to me in the sexiest voice, “I was watching pretty closely when Evie was assaulting you. I have a good half pitcher here of batter, and I can tell that there’s a part of you that especially appreciates a good wamming.”

I bite my bottom lip and give her a look as best I can with my face mostly covered, a look that’s a combination of “I dare you” and “I’ll practically die of pleasure if you do that.” Heather gives me just as teasing a look back as she opens the front of my panties and slowly pours the remainder of the batter down my cunt.

“Oh fuck,” I huskily and urgently gasp as the front edge of the chocolate avalanche crosses the upper end of my outer labia. Heather doesn’t miss a beat. “Plenty of time yet for that, my sweet.”

Instead, she allows her flat, opened palm to follow the batter down the inside of my panties and starts rubbing it into my crotch. The effect on me is immediate.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.” I am moaning loudly. My next orgasm had been building for several minutes prior to Heather’s arrival, so I was already fairly primed to cum. This next one wouldn’t be holding back much longer, and there was no reason for me to inhibit it.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,” the pitch of my moans get higher and higher with each one, and they start getting longer and uninterrupted as well. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Then, wham! It’s like a punch in the stomach as my abs collapse all together.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.”

Heather hunts out my clit with her thumb and forefinger and that sends me deeper into an orgasmic fit. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gooooooooooodddddddddddddd.”

I’m bouncing rhythmically off the wrestling ring ropes now, and Heather matches my every move. And this is driving my cum up a couple of more levels. I am simply screaming as loudly as I can.

“You biiiiiiiiittttcccchhhhh! You’re kiiiilllllllliiiingggg meeeeeeeee! Oh shiiiiiiiiittttttttttttttt.”

My crest at the top of the orgasm feels like there’s dynamite going off inside. I tense my body completely rigid, and then I snap my chest out.

Heather chooses this moment to slam her tongue again in my mouth, so I’m screaming my orgasmic shouts directly into her mouth.

“Arrrrrrrggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Fuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkkiiiiiiinnnn.”

And then it happens. I cross over the peak. My body is snapping back at my waist and butt. I have absolutely no control of my body’s motion. It’s all reflexive spasms.

And Heather just seems to know what to do. My vaginal muscles tighten instantly as she pushes two fingers deep inside. Not forcefully like Evie and Missy, but with perfect rhythm and intensity. That’s the last thing I need.

I’m going through twenty, thirty convulsions of my entire body as I explode in orgasm. I can’t scream any more. I’m practically catatonic as I can only mutter very intensely, “Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh.”

That is, until the final massive implosion strikes. It produces just one continuous, loud, long scream.

And all the guys in the crowd are standing and yelling and encouraging me, which makes this final burst last forever. It’s beyond comprehension what allows me to survive the completion of maybe the longest single cum of my life.

Finally and gratefully, I begin coming down gradually from my high. As my body convulses with each decreasing orgasmic spasm, my mouth slides up and down Heather’s gunk-covered face. Even my breathing is in spasmic gulps as I try to gather myself from the completion of a very exciting first cum with Heather.

And I instantly realize I may go through more cums in the remainder of the five minutes with Heather than I’ve had in the entire last hour.

[KayleeKat]

GRRR. I must stock up on batteries or get a Hitachi..........