I sit at a table selling tickets. I have taken three puffs of a strong joint. The others are still passing it about. Not many customers come at first, then suddenly it turns to a flood and I can barely keep ahead of it. Most of the customers look eager, taking sidelong glances at the stage even as they buy their tickets. I feel superior to them. They are the outsiders now. I am in on it. The stack of green bills mounts up. Frank comes by and collects the money. "I don't like to leave too much of it out here," he says. The money begins to pile up again. I enjoy selling the tickets. '
The line of customers thins to a trickle. Frank comes by- and goes downstairs to bolt the outside door. Then he locks the door to the apartment. "That's it," he says. "No more. You'd better get over on the stage with the others."
I walk over slowly and take a place at the end of the line. The spotlight comes on. White. Bright. For a minute it nearly blinds me. Frank steps up in front of the crowd. He makes a brief announcement. But I don't hear what he says. I am trying to remember the instructions he gave me earlier. The music starts in…
At first I just stand there as some of the others begin to feel and eat each other and fuck. Then one of the girls signals that it is time for me to take off my dress. I slip it over my head and toss it into the pile of clothes on the floor. I stand there naked watching four of the others screw. I feel suddenly embarrassed. This is different than fucking Armand with Hal and Lorraine watching. Or than lying on the floor with Rae while everyone else around eats or fucks each other too. I am on a stage now. With a spotlight shining on me. Naked in front of sixty pairs of staring eyes. I almost wish I was supposed to be fucking somebody. I would be able to concentrate on that then. Not just stand here awkwardly with nothing to do.
The spotlight softens. I feel a nudge at my elbow and realize it is my turn to suck Frank's cock while he eats one of the other girls' pussy. I hesitate. I glance at the rest of them standing naked about me. They are all watching to see if I will go through with it. I feel my face break into a smile. They don't have to worry about me.
I kneel down next to Frank. His prick is resting half-hard on his thigh. I take it into my hands and stroke it, then bend forward and take the moist head into my mouth. My buttocks are pointing toward the audience.
I feel his cock harden as I suck it. I rub his balls. In my mind I try to associate the prick I am sucking with the man who explained to me how to sell the tickets. But I can't. The cock in my mouth could belong to any man. We haven't worked up to this. I am just suddenly on the floor with him and it is my job to suck his cock. But still it is a prick in my mouth and as I keep at it the sex feeling begins to stir in my belly and it doesn't matter who's cock I am sucking. It is a cock, that is enough.
I eat him. I hear the loud music. I am aware of the eyes of everybody in the audience and on the stage watching me. My cunt aches. I enjoy eating him. I can tell from the rigid tension in his cock that he likes it too.
This spurs me on. I begin to suck harder. Faster. I get the urge to make him cum in my mouth. The tempo of the music picks up. I take in his prick even deeper. I hear slapping in time with the music. In time with the movement of my mouth. The clapping doesn't bother me. It excites me. I wait for the feeling of his cum bursting into my mouth.
There is a sudden warm pressure against my buttocks. A cock, rubbing against them, moving slowly deliciously between them. It tantalizes me, brushes my pussy lips. But it doesn't push into me.
I reach back between my legs and grip it, put my hand all the way around' it. It is enormous… huge… the giant cock… unbelievably long and thick. I thrill to the touch of it. I guide the big swollen tip to my cunt. I don't stop sucking Frank. I spread my legs to try to help the elephant prick go in. I get in an inch. The head of it and some of the shaft fills me. But the rest won't fit in. I strain back hard against it. The colors of the spotlight keep changing. The big cock seems as if it is glued to the walls of my cunt. Rex keeps driving it in. I hear him groaning. I feel my cunt stretch. I hurt. Everything seems to be spinning, the colors of the lights all turning to black. Then suddenly the rest of the big prick rams into me. It hurts wonderfully. I cum as the bulging head goes deeper in my cunt than any ever has before. It is a new feeling.
He fucks me. I time my strokes with his. I slide Frank's prick in and out of my mouth in rhythm with the strokes of the elephant cock in my pussy. I 'cum and keep cuming. I love to eat cock. I love to be fucked by cock. I love the feeling of a prick inside me.
But the elephant prick is out of me and I am left stranded. The show goes on. I hear the music. The sound of the audience's staccato clap. I am kneeling forward with my, buttocks still up in the air. The moment for me is over. I sit up and turn to face the others. Rex is screwing someone else now. Frank has pulled his cock out of my mouth. Some of the other women are making it with each other, kissing, feeling, eating. I don't want to be in on that but I don't want to be left out of it. I crawl over to them, slide up on my belly next to, them. I cup one of Holly's big breasts in my hand. I rub the tight hard nipple with the tip of my thumb. I take it into my mouth, suck it, mash my face in against her smooth white flesh. I feel a hand on my cunt, I don't know whose. A finger dips in deep into me. I think it is a woman's but I'm not sure. I press my cunt hard against the finger, trying to get it farther in. There are other hands on my breasts now, rubbing them squeezing them kneading them. I feel a mouth at my nipple. I can tell by the scratch of whiskers that it is a man. I grab his cock and begin to pump it. But I don't want to jerk him off, I want someone to cum in my cunt. I feel the finger stroking my pussy. Two fingers. I know it is a woman now by' the long curved nails. The nails are sharp but I like the way.they claw lightly at my flesh. I feel other hands all over me. I am not an outsider now. I am in on it with them. I am one of them.
I draw the cock I have been pumping into my mouth and suck it. I can see that it is Liz eating my cunt. She takes my pussy lips into her mouth and sucks them. She tongues me. I feel a finger rubbing slowly in the crevice of my buttocks. I feel it on the pouting raw wetness of my ass. I feel it push in. Almost an inch. I feel the skin of my ass close tight around it, grip it. It hurts. but I like it. I keep sucking the same prick and playing with the balls that go with it. I feel the pressure of Liz's tongue inside my pussy. The finger in my ass moves very slowly deeper in. Everyone on the stage is in a tangle and I am in the center of it. My ass hurts agonizingly for a moment as the finger pulls out. Strong hands separate my buttocks. I feel the firm big head of a prick push up against the raw softness. I reach back. It is the elephant prick again. I feel it probe at my ass. I can't believe that it will fit inside me there. I know it will hurt. But I want to feel the hurt of it… the monster cock tearing at my skin.
I feel someone rubbing something oily on my ass. Vaseline probably. Then the hand is gone and I feel the giant prick start to push in. It feels like a baseball bat spreading me apart. I've never been screwed in the ass except by Hal and his cock was a pencil compared to this. I hear Rex puff and groan as he tries to stuff his big prick in. He only gets the head and a little more of it into my ass when he starts pumping in and out, driving hard against my tender skin. It hurts. It tears. It rips me apart. I thrill to the pain of it. I suck someone's cock. I rub my hands through Liz's hair as she keeps eating my pussy. Then I see Frank next to her kissing, fondling her breasts: His hand replaces her mouth on my cunt. Then his cock replaces his hand. He slips his prick easily into my pussy.
The elephant cock keeps driving into me from behind. I take the prick I am sucking deeper into my mouth. I have three cocks inside me now at once. I am filled with cock. I cum constantly. The pricks ram into me. My mouth, my cunt, my ass. Hands are all over me. Men's hands. Women's bands. I feel as if all ten of them are screwing me, eating me. I am a cunt, my whole body is a cunt and they are fucking it. I am a piece of meat being pounded into softness. I am hot raw flesh. My cunt is wet. My ass throbs. I am hot; I am burning up.
I wake. My eyes slip open. The light is dim. I am on a bed. There is someone stretched out sleeping next to me. A man. Across the room is another bed. Three people in that one. The room is quiet.
I can't orient myself at first. I strain to remember. Some of it comes back. The clapping of sixty pairs of hands. The blackness settling in. I am trembling. I get quickly out of bed and go out into the living room. I light a cigarette and suck the smoke in deep as I look at the dark deserted stage. I see the costumes all piled on the floor. The spotlight. The record player. The foam rubber pads. It all looks monstrous, twisted in the faint dawn light.
I stand there naked. My legs are numb. I am thirsty and go to the kitchen sink to get a drink. I turn on the faucet and look for a clean glass. But I can't find one. Dirty, food covered dishes are heaped in the sink. I smell garbage, spoiling meat. Cockroaches scurry at the movement of my hand.
I turn away without getting a drink and start across the room. I step on something soft and it sticks to my foot. I try to scrape it off on the rung of a chair but I can't. I stare at the pile of dresses and trousers on the stage. I can still smell the decaying meat. It sickens me, nauseates me. I stumble into the bathroom and vomit into the bowl. Again and again. My head pounds. My whole insides feel as if they are coming up. I try to keep from retching again but I can't. I spill out my stomach. I keep vomiting even when I have nothing left. I stand there bent over the bowl, waiting for the sick feeling to go away.
When I know I won't throw up again I rinse out my mouth and spit the water into the sink. I know I must get away from here. Now. Right away. Before the sick feeling comes back. I breathe through my nose to keep out the smell of it as I hurry back to the bedroom and dress. Then I go quickly out and down the steps, not glancing at the stage as I go by. A sharp gust of wind slaps my face as I step out onto the dark deserted street.