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Discovery
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| Part One |
Charlie sat there on the bar
stool and tried to decide what to do.
Valentines Day, no less. He had tried to hurry home from his
extended sales road trip so he could surprise his wife as his special
Valentines Day present for her. After he had landed at the airport,
and made three phone calls home over a period of about an hour,
trying to get a ride home, he remembered that his wife was taking
his
son out-of-town on a high school basketball trip. So here Charlie
was stranded at the airport trying to decide what to do.
His wife didn't answer her cell phone either. In fact it seemed that
maybe she had it turned off. He kept getting that confounded
message
about she was out of range. And he certainly didn't want to
call his
damned mother-in-law, where his wife and son might be staying if they
did indeed decide to stay over, for god's sake!
God what a bitch his mother-in-law was! The old cunt could suck
the
air out of lead with her sour attitude and continuous hateful verbal
jabs.
So the airport Holiday Inn it was. On Valentine's Day no less!
So
much for trying to do something nice for his wife.
Charlie had been sitting on a bar stool for three hours by the time
he decided what the hell, he would just rent a room at the motel and
really get tanked. What the hell! His wife wasn't there
to nag him
about how much he drank tonight at least! Good chance to have
some
fun and really tie one on.
Besides, he reflected, his wife would not have been feeling romantic
tonight anyway. She never felt romantic. Undressing in
the closet
like she always did, and wearing that stupid, high-necked flannel
nightgown that flowed all the way to her feet. It was so huge
that
her perky little tits didn't even show in it. Besides, for the
last
few months, she wore a bra to bed. SHEEE-IT! Her tits
were way too
small to need a bra anyway.
But the bar at the Holiday Inn was lively tonight. The guys
at the
table behind him were a sure rowdy crowd. He had chuckled silently
at many of their ribald comments. They had invited him over
to their
table several times. Maybe he would just take them up on it!
He
turned on his stool and looked at them over his half-glasses.
God
his ass was tired of a bar stool.
Time for more booze.
Nick, who had previously introduced himself, saw Charlie turn and
look at him. With a lazy wave, Nick again invited Charlie to
come
sit with at their table. This time Charlie pulled his sore butt
off
the bar stool and moved to the empty chair. His back was now facing
the rest of the cavernous, dark hotel bar. The floor was littered
with peanut shells, and the sounds of squashing peanut shells almost
drowned out the juke box when couples danced.
"Supposed to be a live band in about a half hour!"
Nick shouted over
the din.
"Hey ma man! My name is Merle! Where you hail from?"
Merle was
already about half sloshed. "Shit man, ya think she'll
show
tonight?" Merle had a huge beer belly.
"I'm from around here, and who the hell you wondering if she
will be
coming here?"
Sam leaned forward and shouted "That little filly with the fine
tits
and gorgeous ass that's been here the last two weekends! She
been
giving blowjobs out like they was going out of style! She told
me
she was coming tonight to get her fill of cum again. She loves
cum
she says. Got a damn fine cock-sucking set a lips I'm here to
tell
ya!" Sam grinned as he remembered filling her mouth three
times the
previous Saturday night.
Jim grinned as he admitted he had let her suck him off too. "Played
with them firm bouncy titties a hers too, while she was sucking me
off!" He pointed to a corner table. The table, across
the dance
floor, was unlit. "She been sittin over there and you just
slide in
and she goes to work. Unbuttons and unzips ya, then sucks the
cum
right out yer balls! I'm here to tell ya, she can suck cock!"
Charlie was not really interested in a cock sucking whore, but he
played along. "So how much she charge to suck you off?"
The whole table burst out laughing. Merle shouted again "Charge!
Shit man, its free! She even begs you to come back soon, and
ya have
to pull her off yer cock to get away. She keeps on suckin after
she
has drained ya dry man! I'm telling ya, this slut can suck a
cock
drier than an Arizona sand dune in the middle of a drought!"
Jim leaned in and added "She don't even hide her wedding ring
man!
She has it in full view while she is pullin your meat as she sucks
you off! Wish my wife was a tenth as good at sucking cock as
she is!"
Nick laughed. "Shit, wish my wife would just kiss the head
of my
cock. Never had her even touch my cock except to push it away
when
she wants to go to sleep. Shit! Damn women anyway."
Nick shook his
head sadly as he remembered the decade or two of sexual neglect.
Charlie suddenly felt more like one of the crowd. "Sounds
like MY
wife! Sex? SHIT! We haven't had sex since last Christmas
when I
gave her a diamond ring. And then the damn woman came in about
three
seconds flat and left me high and dry! Had to go finish the
job off
by hand!"
The men at the table started one upping each other about how frigid
their wives were. Charlie began to feel pretty comfortable,
aided
and abetted by his multiple Whisky Sours.
All of a sudden Merle stood up, pointed, and yelled "There she
is!
Right over there slidin into the damn BJ booth! Halleluiah!
Goin to
get my nuts tossed tanight! Hot damn!" And Merle
was off like a
walrus toward the woman in the dark booth.
By the time Charlie could get turned around in his chair, all he
could see was a tight, brilliantly-white top gleaming in the black-
light of the band stand. He saw a glimpse of a big smile as
Merle
slid into the booth. A dark head immediately disappeared into
the
shadows under the table.
A couple of minutes later, Merle reappeared grinning from ear to
ear. He had some cum on the front of his blue jeans. He
had no more
than sat back down when Sam left, headed hurriedly toward the same
corner table.
Shortly, Sam returned, grinning as well. He kept smelling his
middle
finger, grinning as he reflected on his randy visit with the woman.
A few minutes later, he leaned over and confided he had stuck his
finger right up her cunt. "Damn was she wet! SOAKING
wet little
cunnie!" He grinned like a kid that had just gotten off
his first
rollercoaster ride.
Over the next hour and a half or so, the whole male population of
the
bar slowly rotated through the table in the corner. The band
had
started playing, but no one asked her to dance. They just slid into
her both and received her attentions, then left for another man to
slide in and get sucked off.
All except Charlie. He'd be damned if he was going to catch
some
damn clap from a bar whore! His wife wasn't much in bed, or
out of
bed for that matter, but Charlie was not the cheatin kind. No
sir-
ree! In for a penny, in for a pound, he was. He swore
on his
wedding day to cherish and love his wife and he had done that for
thirteen solid years, by god!
But his cock stayed hard as he thought about all the guys getting
blow jobs while he sat there, defiantly true to his wife. `Damn
bitch wouldn't even say thanks if she knew!' Charlie reflected
bitterly.
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| Part Two |
A little after ten o'clock,
Charlie tried to call home one last
time. Again getting no answer, he decided he'd better get a
room
before they were all taken for the night. The other men at the
table
had all made multiple trips to the dark corner table through out the
evening. By the time he got back to the table after renting
the
room, his drinking buddies had mostly disappeared, having all cum
about as much as they could for one night, and one by one had headed
on home to their own wives and girlfriends. But it seemed like
every
time one of the guys at the table picked up his coat to leave,
another man would start chattering with the remaining guys, and would
soon take the empty chair. Of course most of the conversation was
about the woman in the corner booth and how many BJs each guy had
gotten.
As the evening passed, the stories led Charlie to think that woman
allowed the guys more and more freedom as to how intimately they
touched her. Some of the men boasted about having inserted their
fingers up her. They all agreed that she had no panties on,
nor a
bra. And her tits were rumored to be perfect, with nice long
nipples
that she loved to have tugged and rolled as she sucked their cocks.
One guy even claimed to have stuck his fingers in her ass. Charlie
rather doubted that.
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About midnight someone reported that the woman was no longer trying
to keep her top up, allowing her tits to show to anyone walking by.
About one o-clock someone reported that she was no longer pushing
her
miniskirt back down after someone toyed with her cunt. Reports
of
her allowing anyone to finger-fuck her, and suck her naked tits, and
even to probe her asshole, began to be told.
One of the late arrivals started to brag that he could induce her
to
go to a room with several of the men. Someone went out and checked,
but there were no rooms left. One of the guys looked at Charlie
and
asked if they could borrow his for a few hours. Charlie shrugged
and
tossed his key to them, telling them they had two hours max before
he
would be up to reclaim his room. "AND!" Charlie
added, "Keep your
damn pecker tracks off my sheets, god damn it!"
The optimistic Romeo was good for his word, and sure enough, about
twelve men headed up to Charlie's room with the woman in the white
top and mini skirt. Over the next hour and a half, many of the
other
bar patrons heard about the gang bang going on and headed up to
watch, with hope of participating. The men would invariably
return
in about 45 minutes with a shit eating grin on their face, full of
stories about how many of her holes they had filled with their "huge
hard-on". To hear them tell it, they all had 12" dicks
that had made
the woman cum non-stop for hours.
The band finally called it quits and packed up their equipment.
The
same tired songs began playing on the jukebox.
Finally Charlie decided he had drunk as much liquor as he could hold
for the night. The bar was starting to spin and his ass felt
like
the bar chair was permanently embedded. The TV was starting
reruns
after the late, late-night talk-shows ended. Charlie blearily
acknowledged to himself that he was almost too snockered to stand
up. Using the walls to keep from toppling over, he staggered
up to
his room. Charlie was mighty glad that the elevator had corners
to
lean into as the elevator rose to the second from the top floor.
Charlie saw that the door to his room was ajar. He leaned against
the door jamb for awhile and peered through the near darkness at what
appeared to be three men fucking a woman on his bed. The bathroom
light reflecting off the mirror over the sink, somewhat illuminated
her buttocks. She seemed to be perched on her knees and one
hand,
with her back to him. It looked to Charlie like she had one
cock in
her mouth, and one in her pussy, and one up her bum.
Her mini dress around her waist, she was straddling the man on the
bed as she bounced up and down on his prick. But, as Charlie's
eyes
became accustomed to the darkness, the thing that intrigued Charlie
was the cock that was fucking her asshole. He had seen such
things
in his grand experience of two porno videos. But seeing it for
real
riveted his attention. Trying hard to see through the darkness,
Charlie realized that the third man's cock, the one enjoying her
butt, was thick, thicker than he remembered ever seeing before.
Not
that Charlie had much experience. The high school locker room
was
about the only time he had actually seen other men's cocks.
But this cock, my god, it looked as thick as a woman's wrist!
And
she seemed to be taking it all! Her head was bobbing up and
down on
the one in her mouth. The man in her pussy and the one in her
ass
were sawing away at her like demons at a spook feast.
Mesmerized, Charlie wondered what it felt like to feel another man's
cock on the other side of the thin membrane that separated a woman's
ass from her cunt. For that matter, he wondered what it felt
like to
be inside a woman that actually enjoyed sex, like this woman.
He
wondered what a woman's cunt felt like when she came. He wondered
if
her pussy would spasm and clench the cock embedded inside her.
Charlie had never felt his wife cum. He had asked his wife several
times if she had, but she had always glared at him in simmering
anger, then changed the subject, or turned to icy silence. Charlie
had stopped asking after a few years.
`God, it has been so long!' Charlie thought sadly. Through the
gloom, he watched the penises as they fucked into the woman's shadowy
openings. Even as drunk as he was, Charlie felt his own cock
harden
uncomfortably in his whitey-tightey jockey-shorts. He shifted,
trying to allow it to move on up inside his underwear to a more
comfortable position.
Being finished with her, several men dressed as Charlie watched the
woman noisily fucking three men. As they passed by him standing
there in the door watching, they told him that they thought she was
about done for the night. They said her voice was down to a
whisper
from screaming while she came, over and over and over.
They all enthusiastically agreed that she was the hottest piece of
ass they had ever had.
As Charlie stood there watching the lewdness, fascinated by a truly
sexual woman. The men periodically slapped her ass and called
her
vulgar names as they fucked her. She seemed to like it.
She came
over and over as Charlie gawked, totally intrigued.
The man in her mouth came first. She seemed to take his cock
deep
into her throat as he grimaced. Charlie could see her body wrack
in
her cummings as the man shot his spunk into her throat. Her
pussy
and ass seemed to tighten, spasming powerfully on the cocks inside
her.
The man in her ass, the guy with such a thick cock, unable to hold
out longer against her clenchings, came next. He let out a low
growl
of ecstasy as he jammed himself home inside her bottom, spewing his
white-hot cum into her.
The woman arched her neck, her head came back, seeming to rise to
the
moon in a guttural howl as if she were an animal. The woman's
mouth,
now free of cock, screamed, but only a harsh papery whisper came
out. It was the sound that the departing men had described to
Charlie.
The thick cock completed its mission of unloading inside the woman.
It softened quickly, then exited her ass with a soft splop.
The cock in her cunt kept humping into her, viciously fucking up into
her still spasming pussy.
Charlie was mesmerized by how her asshole winked at him out of the
darkness. It was too stretched to close, the thick cock having
spread her open so widely. In the diffuse light, Charlie thought
he
could see the white spunk of many men running from within her.
But in time with the cock jamming into her cunt, her anal opening
would open, as if to welcome more intrusions, then as the cock in
her
cunt withdrew, her little asshole would seem to close slightly, as
if
to milk more cum from some imaginary cock.
The sight of her asshole begging silently to be used was more than
Charlie could stand. Refusing to think about what he was doing,
he
suddenly dropped his trousers, pulled down his white jockies and
stepped up behind her, his cock rigid, pulsing in his hand.
He slid
easily into her ass without any lubrication, the sperm running out
of
her providing more than enough slipperiness to welcome his erect and
hard penis.
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