Melora thought we were just going out for a quiet evening. She had been complaining that we didn't get out enough. She'd been saying that things were getting a little boring. That's the way things go sometimes. So tonight, I was going to do something special for her.
The evening began benignly enough. Dinner and drinks at a nice restaurant out by the airport. I'd told Melora that we were going to the theater after diner. When we left the restaurant, I pulled into a nearby industrial area. Melora was wondering what sort of theater this was. The area didn't look all that promising. It was mostly warehouses and light industrial. I told her it was an experimental theater company that I thought she might like.
We pulled up to a nondescript looking warehouse. The only thing that betrayed something might be going on were all the cars in the parking lot. I showed Melora the way up the stairs into a darkened room. An usher with a penlight led us to a seat. When Melora sat down, the lights came on! We were on a small, raised platform in the middle of a large room. Melora was sitting on the edge of a futon covered platform facing a roomful of naked men. Behind her was a scoreboard with pegs set in it. I turned to Melora and said, "I think I forget to tell you, you're the star of this show!"
Another man helped me strip Melora as the first group came onto the platform. "The rules are simple," an announcer said form somewhere in the dark recesses of the warehouse. "Everyone can fuck the whore as many times as they want. You can cum in her mouth or on her face. If you're fucking her cunt, wear a condom. After you cum in the rubber, put it on the scoreboard. OK? Here we go!"
I'd used my contacts to round up as many hugely hung guys as I could find. I started out by fucking her with the smallest cock she'd see that night. At a thick 7 inches, I'm not all that small, but the rest of these guys are huge. I fucked her hard and came rather quickly, then put the spunk filled rubber in the number one space on the score board.
The next guy up had a huge, 13 inch cock that looked like a small baseball bat. As he shoved the huge thing into her pussy, other massively hung guys waited and watched. While Melora was getting pounded, another guy came over and shoved his dick in her mouth. Melora's moans told me she was enjoying her role in this production. When the guy she was sucking came, he pulled out of her mouth and shot his load into a plastic bucket sitting next to the fuck platform.
And so things went. Massive cocks pounding Melora's cunt. Massive cocks in her mouth. The condoms multiplied on the scoreboard; 5, 15, 25. When one of the studs pulled out of her mouth, she whimpered, "I want cum! Why can't I have some cum?" But another cock stuffed her mouth. 35, 40, 50, 60 and the cocks kept cumming. You could her hear the squelching of cock in wet cunt all over the room. 65, 70, 80 loads in latex and still the cocks fucked Melora.
Number 94 proved to be the last stud to go.
"We will now have a short intermission while we prepare for the second act," The anonymous voice said. "Will the crew prepare Melora at this time?"
We came to the platform with out gear. "Darling, you've worn out all these studs. The least you can do is help with the refreshments."
With that, we turned Melora over and spread her ass cheeks wide. I inserted an enema nozzle in her ass and filled her colon with two quarts of warm water. "This is just to clear out the works, you understand. You wouldn't want these guys drinking floaters." She expelled the water and muck into a bucket which was quickly taken away. And now, for something really special!
We easily slid five lemons into Meloras ass. I then took an aluminum softball bat and slid it past her sphincter. At first, I went slow working the bat to find the fruit and test where to get good resistance. Then the fun began. I used the bat to mash the lemons inside Melora. As I squashed the lemons, juice squirted from her ass and there was a sucking sound as the bat quickly pounded her ass. When the first five were mashed, we added some more and pounded those too. When at last we judged she had enough juice in her, brought out a funnel to add sugar water! Then we used the bat to stir up the ass lemonade some more. Then we served drinks out of Melora's ass for all who'd fucked her.
At this point, Melora was getting a little thirsty too. It was time to make her a special cocktail. We tired her feet behind her head, and her legs behind her back so that we'd have good access to our favorite mixing bowl; Melora's sweet pussy.
I put my fingers into Melora's cunt and pulled tit wide open. Everyone could see deep inside. Then, a large bucket was brought over. We'd emptied all of the 98 condoms into the jizz bucket the blow job dudes used. We added the jizz from the wankers who just watching the show. It's hard to believe there were guys who just wanted to watch and jack off. We had their spunk collected for the cocktail as well. Pulling her cunt open as wide as it will possibly go (which is very wide), we poured all of the cum into her pussy at once!
Now, Melora has a large pussy. You can fit two or three hands in there easily. So you know there was a lot of cum when she's filled almost to the lips. Just for fun, We used the bat to mix up the goo and give it a little lemony flavoring. The bat made a slurping noise as it mixed the jizz. Some of it started to spill out, so it was time to serve the drink!
Melora knew what to do next. She was already practically standing on her head. All it took was a little push forward for the cum to start pouring out onto her face. Melora opened her mouth wide! She wanted to catch as much of the cum as possible. She contracted her pussy muscles to expel more of the cum. As quickly as it pour out, she gulped it down. When she seemed to be about empty, I put my hand in her cunt to wipe up the dregs.
As I wiped the last gobs of cum on her lips, a massive round of applause broke out. Untied now, Melora, reveled in the adoration of the curtain call. It had been a magnificent performance.
Melora washed up in one of those industrial emergency showers. The crowd was filing out, but one of the guys stopped and almost ruined next month's surprise. I don't think she heard him tell me stallions would be ready next month!
Melora pushed her way toward the stage. The room was packed and the music was already pounding. The was a show she wanted to be up close for. The porno rock group Whore Patrol always put on a wild show. The were famous for getting busted more than for their music. The band was basically a ratty metal band who sang about fist fucking, anal gangbangs, golden shower, bestiality and whatever else kinky came to mind. The band had a troupe of performers who toured with them. On a good night, they would be fucking and sucking and fisting on stage. Melora was hoping this would be one of those nights.
The band were three songs into their set by the time Melora made it to the stage. It was going to be a good night. The dancing girls were buck naked and one of them was already sucking on the lead singer's cock. She looked out at the roiling mosh pit and wondered why the hell all those guys with banging into each other instead of watching these sluts getting fucked.
The song ended and the lead singer pulled his cock out of the dancer's mouth and shoved her away. He stepped out to the lip of the stage and shouted. "Some bitches like the cock, but some bitches get the fist!" He pumped his fist in the air while the band kicked into their fist fucking anthem. The cocksucking girl was now sitting on a makeshift gyno exam table. Melora screamed! The chick was going to get fisted!
Melora let her enthusiasm get the better of her. She boosted herself up and clambered onto stage. She was wearing a sexy half top and shorts that showed off her nice ass. She hadn't really thought through what she was trying to do. Take the girls place and get fisted herself? Yeah. That's it. But the bouncers weren't going to have it. They grabbed her before she got five steps and roughly tossed her off the stage, into the heart of the swirling pit.
Melora felt herself bouncing on a sea of hands. At first, it was like surfing on people, she was just floating over the top of people's heads. Then she felt hands grabbing her tits and her crotch. A rough hand tore her top off. Then her shoes disappeared. Then hands grabbed and her shorts and tugged them off. She was now floating over the tops of people's heads naked.
That didn't last long. She felt herself being pulled down into the mass of sweaty guys. She found herself held upside down with a big cock pressing against her lips. "Suck it, Bitch!" a male voice rasped. The cock was forced into her mouth and she began sucking. She could feel her legs being pulled apart like a wishbone. Fingers were roughly jabbing her cunt and ass. She gagged when the huge cock in her mouth erupted, choking her with cum.
Melora was dropped and landed on the hard concert floor with a thud. The floor was covered in a slippery slime of spit, sweat and spilled beer. She started to scramble to her feet, but a boot kicked her between her tits, forcing her back to the floor. Hands grabbed her thighs and yanked them apart. Before she could react, another huge cock was slamming into her pussy. Another cock shoved it's way into her mouth. All she could do was suck.
Cocks spewed in her mouth. Cocks spewed in her cunt. Hands grabbed her tits and every now and then a stray foot kicked her or stomped on her somewhere. Melora was at the bottom of a mosh pit being fucked by anyone who could make their way to where she was. The guys were getting impatient. Two cocks jammed their way into her mouth. She did her best to suck them off . They came one after the other, gagging her on cum again. How many was that now? At least two dozen guys had come in her mouth. At least that number had cum in her cunt. Her body was glazed in sweat, beet and cum. And still the music pounded. Still the bodies whirled around her and the cocks kept cumming.
Someone flipped Melora over and yelled, "No sloppy seconds for me! I'm taking a fresh hole!" She then felt a huge cock rip her asshole open. The guy slammed his dick into her ass hard and fast. Another cock forced its way into her mouth and more cum flew. She heard someone laughing and felt warm water spray over her back and hair. The latest cock in her mouth cried, "Hey dud, don't get your piss on me!"
More cocks in the ass. More cocks in her mouth. More cum. More cum. Some guy was playing along to the music by beating on her ass like her cheeks were bongo drums. Then she felt something big and cylindrical forced up her ass. She was now being anally raped with a beer can!
How many guys were fucking her? More cocks in her cunt now that her back door had a beer can in it. Rough hands viciously pinched her nipples and slapped her tits. Cocks spewed cum in her face and mouth. Cocks spewing in her cunt. At least a hundred cocks in each hole.
"What a fucking mess. I'm not fucking that cum slut!" a voice shouted. "Look at how much goo in her already!" the voice said. Melora felt the toe of a workboot lightly jabbing her sore and well fucked pussy.
"Betch can get that in her!" another voice yell.
The boot shoved violently into Melora's pussy. She could feel the rough sole and the islets. The guy's foot was in her as far as it would go. The guy then started kicking at her womb like her was at soccer practice. The can in her ass collapsed when the punk stepped down with his foot in her cunt.
"THANK YOU! GOOD NIGHT!!!" boomed from the sound system. The thug pulled his boot out of Melora's cunt and gave her a kick in the head. Melora lay dazed on the flood as the crowd passed her. No one stopped to help or see if she was ok. Some people tripped on her. Others kicked her for being in the way.
"What the hell are you doing?" another voice croaked. Melora felt herself being picked up by two men. They carried her out of the main hall and dumped her on a ratty pool table in the lounge area. Melora could see through her swollen and cum crusted eyes that she'd been picked up by two of the club bouncers.
"What a mess," one of them said.
"Look at that hair," the other said. "Looks like a cum mop!"
"Is that a can in her can?"
"Yup." The bouncer pulled on the can to try to remove it. The crushed can tore at Melora's ass and she whimpered. The bouncer stopped pulling.
"The dumb bitch crushed the can. I'll tear her ass all to hell if I yank it out."
"She looks tore to hell already."
"Gank my ass open and take it out" Melora mumbles trough swollen lips.
"Gank?"
Melora made the motion of putting both hands in and pulling apart.
"OK," the bouncer said uncertainly. She felt fingers jamming their way into her ass. When the bouncer had worked four in on each side of the can, he pulled Melora's ass open. The other bouncer reached in and extracted the can.
"Look at how far that ass opens" One of the bouncers said in amazement.
"Shit, I bet you could put your hand in there." Said the other.
"Fuck!" she felt a hand slide up her ass. "What an asshole!"
"Hey, flip her and lets look at her cunt!"
"Ewwww. Looks like there's a gallon of cum in there. Melora felt fingers jam into her saw pussy and yank her pussy open. Cum oozed out like a slow flowing river.
"Damn. That cunt is bigger than my apartment."
"Hey, Check this out"
Melora felt a large, round, cool object splat in the puddle of cum still in her cunt. "Eight ball in the center hole!" the bouncer cackled. "Let's see how many she'll take?"
Melora felt another billiard ball land in her cunt. Then another and another. Soon, she had none billiard balls stuffed into her pussy. Melora was moaning with a mixture of pain and pleasure. She'd been beaten, gang fucked, sodomized and now she was being played with like a toy. The strange thing was, she'd enjoyed most of it. She'd cum dozens and dozens of times. She'd been fucked by hundreds of cocks. She'd sucked off who knows how many dicks. She was sore, bruised, and bloodied, but she also felt kind of good.
"What the fuck are you two doing?" another voice barked.
The bouncers dropped Melora's legs and the tenth billiard ball they'd been trying to shove in her pussy. "Just messing with this bitch," they said.
"Did you fuck her up like that?" the theater manager barked.
"No Sir! She was out there in the pit pulling a train! We were just…. "
"Stuffing her cunt with billiard balls?" the manager croaked. "Do you know what kind of liability this place has?"
The manager came over and spoke gently to Melora. "Miss? Were you raped out there?"
"No," Melora said weakly.
"Are you sure? Do you want us to call the police? Do you need an ambulance?"
"No," Melora said raising herself from the pool table. "My clothes are gone. I need something to wear home."
"Your not going to sue us?" the manager asked.
"No, but I'll suck you off if you want," Melora slurred through swollen lips.
The staff of the theater dressed her in clothes from the lost and found. They called a cab, but walked her to a bench near a homeless shelter. They didn't want the cab driver to think they'd messed her up like that. On the ride home, the cabbie asked what the hell had happened to her. "Whore Patrol put on a kick ass show. I'll have to go see them again."
Melora got off work early on December 24th. It’s a bit of a tradition to close early on Christmas Eve. Melora didn’t really have any plans for the evening, but she was glad to be out of work. Since she had some time on her hands and it was a nice evening, Melora decided to walk home.
She left the office block where she worked and headed off down Rampart Street. The Central Business District where she worked was clean and antiseptic. She lived in Midtown, a nice older neighborhood not too far away. The walk down Rampart took her through a funky area with strange little shops and the kind of dive bars frequented by college students and street people. Her walk took her through the semi-abandoned Warehouse district. The Warehouse district had some buildings that had been converted to condos, some active warehouses and light industry. A lot of building stood vacant while the owner’s waited to cash in on gentrification.
On the edge of the Warehouse district, Melora stopped at J & S Market to get a drink and say hello to Jean who owned the place. Jean was a tall, blond woman with a tough demeanor. She had to be tough to run a store in a rough neighborhood like that. Melora and Jean chatted for awhile while a steady stream of burly warehousemen came in to buy beer and wine for the holiday. Melora liked Jean because she was tough as an old sailor when the rummies gave her grief but sweet as a schoolgirl with friends. Melora admired Jean’s nice ass as she walked over to the cooler to get some milk for old Mrs. Jarvis. Melora hoped she’d look as good when she was in her forties. Jean still looked sexy in jeans and a sweatshirt, even if she did have a funny walk.
Melora left J & S with the feeling she was being followed. She often got that feeling around here. The vacant windows in the empty buildings gave the area a spooky air. They felt like big black eyes watching her progress down Rampart. Empty buildings lined both sides of the street now. There were few lights and even fewer people. She was thinking about playing on the internet as she approached the loading dock of the old York warehouse. As she drew abreast of the bays, she heard a crash behind her. She turned to look back up Rampart. Arms materialized out of the shadows immobilizing her. A thick leather glove covered her eyes and a strange smelling rag pressed over her nose and mouth. Another set of arms grabbed her about the chest. She felt herself being lifted into the air as she lost consciousness.
Melora’s head jerked back as the ammonia brought her around. The first thing she felt was cold metal pressed against her back and arms. Then she realized she was naked with her arms tied to a metal rod. She was kneeling on cold cement trussed up to a railing like she was going to be crucified!
Melora was terrified. She looked around wildly, but couldn’t really see anything. Very strong lights were shinning on her. She could hear voices. There were a lot of voices out in the darkness, but all she could see were shadows. A loud metallic crash sounded and a deep voice rang out, “Let it begin!”
Melora saw two huge black men step out of the darkness. They were naked except for masks and they were stroking huge cocks. They stepped in front of Melora stroking those huge cocks, which they held inches from her face. Melora wondered, ‘should I suck them or should I scream?” She didn’t have a choice. A massive jet of spunk hit her cheek. The spray covered the side of her face. Then the other cock let loose with a river of white spunk hitting her on the nose and chin. Reflexively, Melora opened her mouth to catch the jizz.
The first studs were gone but three more stepped up; a short white guy with a huge cock, a little Asian guy and a Mexican with a curved penis. She watched them stroking. She was definitely ready to suck. She opened her mouth waiting for someone to jam their cock in, but the guys just stroked. Then cum hit her again. One load landed in her hair, another hit her right eye and burned. The third splattered over her tits.
New cocks stepped up. More cum flew. She tried to keep her eyes open, but the guys seemed to be aiming at her eyes. Soon her lashes were glued together by drying semen while new layers piled up on top. It seemed like in no time her face was glazed with cum. Her hair was thoroughly damp with cum slowly soaking and matting it to her head. Cum dripped off her chin and helped coat her tits. Loads hit her boobs and shoulders. Cum splattered her back. Someone went behind her and rubbed a monstrous dick on the souls of her feet until it erupted with a massive flow of sticky semen. She was quickly being encased in a crust of drying cum.
The spurting stopped. She could hear something like a squeegee on the floor around her. “Some of you guys need to work on your aim,” someone muttered. A few minutes later, a bucket of gooey cum was poured over her head.
In the dark, she could hear movement. It sounded like people were leaving. It sounded like people were coming in. She couldn’t really tell. She tried to open her eyes, but it was hard to see anything through the matted lashes and the glaze of cum that covered her face. Then she heard a voice say, “Second shift ready? OK. Let her have it!”
Melora expected to hear the now familiar sound of cocks being stroked furiously, but it was strangely quiet. The she felt something warm and soft against her right leg. Then she felt something large and fleshy pushing at her pussy lips. It was large, like a bowling pin, but it was also warm and fleshy like a cock. She gasped as it forced it’s way past her lips, into her cunt.
“GO!” came the cry from the darkness.
The sound of beating meat resumed. As the spunk rained down on her, the large fleshy thing pushed deeper into her cunt. It pushed in and out of her like the most massive cock she’d ever felt. Cum rained over her and the thing shoved deeper and deeper. She felt like she was going to tear apart as the thing shoved deep into her. She felt her own juices flowing over thing and providing it more lubrication. She screamed as she came. Her pussy muscles clamped down on the huge thing like they were trying to crush it. Her open mouth was filled with jets of cum.
The huge thing kept on ramming her cunt. She could feel the flesh throbbing like a cock, but it never came. It was so damned huge. It felt like she was impaled on a flesh pole. She though the thing was poking her womb.
And still the come splattered. Melora’s hair was now a gooey mop. She could feel the layers of cum covering her. How did the jizz get into her armpits? She flexed her ass as the giant thing shoved in again and felt a small river of sperm ooze out of her crack.
She came again. Her cunt clamped down on the fleshy log in her cunt. She could feel a river flowing out of her pussy. She didn’t know if she was squirting, peeing or bleeding. She didn’t care. She screamed and screamed and screamed for more.
With the last orgasm, she felt dizzy and slumped against the pole. She knew her body was only being held up by cum soaked ropes around her arms and the fleshy pole she was riding. Her pussy was jammed full, but it wasn’t pumping her anymore. Is this what it feels like to be fucked unconscious?
She could hear heavy breathing; her own and at least one other persons. The room grew quiet. Then she felt hot water splashing on her face; one stream, then another and yet another. Melora quickly realized the guys were washing her face with hot piss. She didn’t care. It felt good and it was washing the crust off her eyes!
Melora’s eyes flickered open as the pee stopped hitting her. The guys were just washing cum off her face, not the rest of her. She looked up and saw the huge black men who started the splatter fest. They were still wearing masks, but now were dressed. She looked down to see what the hell had been fucking her!
At first, she didn’t understand. Jean was lying on her back in front of her. She was splattered with almost as much cum as Melora. Her eyes traced down Jeans body and then she saw that one leg was in the air. No, one leg was in the air and firmly planted in her pussy. There was a loud slurping sound as Jean pulled her leg out. She swore there was a pop as it came out. Jean rubbed the stump end of her leg against Melora’s clit. Jean’s left leg tapered to a large, rounded cock-like stump just above where her ankle should have been.
Jean gave Melora a cum slicked smile and said, “You like my cock?”
The ropes binding Melora were cut and she tumbled on top of Jean. Rough hands sized her and pulled her upright. She and Jean were quickly wrapped up together in the coarse fabric of a tarp. Cum soaked and naked save for the tarp, they were carried out to a delivery truck. They were dumped in the back and the door slammed shut.
In the dark, pinned to her friends cum splattered, naked body, all Melora could think to say was, “ummm… about your leg...”
“Car accident when I was a kid. I can hardly remember having two feet.”
The van skidded to a stop and the door flew open. The bundle containing Melora and Jean was dumped out. They could feel things being thrown on top of them. Melora felt something hard bounce off her head and land in front of her. “Cool,” Jean said. “They didn’t keep my leg.”
It took the woman close to an hour to untangle themselves. No one noticed the heaving canvas mass is the dark alley. Then, naked in the cold and dark, they found that their clothes and belongings had been dumped with them. Melora realized this was the alley behind her apartment building. Clutching her clothes and bag to her, she turned to Jean and asked, “Wanna come in for a cup of tea?”
“You just worry too much,” Melora said exasperated. She was tired of having this conversation. Doc is a great guy. He’ll go to almost any length to indulge her needs, but he gets weird sometimes. “You know I would have pulled both those trains if they’d asked. So they didn’t ask. It gave it an edge.”
“I know,” Doc said wearying of the topic himself. He knew Melora well enough to know he wasn’t going to convince her that she was taking unnecessary risks. He let the topic drop as they approached a nondescript door on a plain looking building. A huge man in a black leather trench coat stood outside in the fog.
“Good evening, Melora, Mr. D,” the big man said. “No cover for our favorite guests.”
“Thank you,” Melora said with a lascivious smile. “Will I see you later”
“I’ll have a break later,” the doorman said with a wolfish grin.
“Good,” Melora said as she and Doc swept into the club. The main room was just as she remembered. A long, mahogany bar ran the length of one side of the room. Mismatched chairs and sofas surrounded a smallish dance floor. A game room was visible just beyond the main room. Someone has covered the pool tables with futons. The door to the basement and the playrooms was at the end of the bar. It was early, but a nice crowd was already gathering. Men and woman is various exotic costumes and states of undress milled about. Millie was on her favorite sofa, already sucking cocks.
“I love this place!” Melora declared.
Doc smiled as he gave their coats to the trannie working coat check. Glenda might make a nice woman someday, but she wasn’t ready to give up her penis. Best of both worlds she said. This is where he’d met Melora. He’d stopped by on one of his frequent trips to Amsterdam and there was this crazy chick taking on anything that moved.
“What’s she going to do tonight?” Glenda asked.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Doc said.
“How do you keep up with that girl?” Glenda asked.
“I don’t,” Doc admitted. He watched Melora chatting with the chalk white,latex clad bartender. He loved the psychotic bitch. He loved her willingness to do almost anything, to fuck absolutely anything. Lately, he was beginning to think that she was losing interest in him. He shook it off. Self-doubt is a relationship killer.
“We’ve got a bet,” Melora announced when Doc joined her at the bar. “Jens here doesn’t think I can take it if I ask everyone in the bar to fist fuck me!”
“You’re going to lose,” Doc said.
Jens jumped up on the bar and yelled, “You’re attention please! This slut here thinks she can take a fisting from all you perverts. Let’s put her cunt to the test!” With that, she jumped back behind the bar. She tossed a thick rubber pad on the bar and said, “It’s your game now.”
Melora was already out of her blouse and was shimmying out of her skirt. “You’re going to get me started, aren’t you Doc?” She jumped up on the bar and sat with her legs wide apart showing off her shaved mound and bottomless pussy. Doc rubbed lube on his hands in preparation. He started by sliding three fingers into her hot snatch. He stroked for a few seconds, then slid in the forth. With his free hand,he rubbed Melora’s clit. She moaned as the hand disappeared inside her. Doc fist fucked her rapidly and Melora’s moaning got louder. Then he stopped and slowly pulled his hand out, gaping her pussy as he went.
The onlookers let out a little gasp of their own when instead of removing his hand completely; Doc slid his other hand in place so that it looked like he was about to pray. The praying hands slowly slid up Melora’s hole until they were both inside. Doc then pumped both hands in the massive cunt until Melora was sighing and moaning again. Her body shook; she grabbed the edges of the mat and let out a strangled cry of “oh yes!”
Girl goo flooded over Docs hands as Melora came for the first time. When her orgasm subsided, Doc pulled his hands out and used his fingers to stretch her cunt open wide. When Jens saw how big Melora’s hole was, she had second thoughts about the bet.
Doc stepped away. A mountain of black leather encasing a massive muscle bound Dom stepped up. He didn’t mess around with preliminaries, but plunged his fist straight up Melora’s cunt. He shoved his hand in and twisted it around like he was turning a uterine doorknob.
Melora hissed, “give me more, big boy.”
The big Dom was momentarily nonplussed, but quickly added his other hand for an energetic double fisting. Melora grabbed the guy’s wrists and pulled them toward her. “More, more,” she moaned. The Dom stopped his pumping when his hands were squeeze by contracting pussy muscles. Melora shuddered and let out a cry as she came again.
So it went. A newlywed couple put their ring hands in Melora’s pussy. Their joined hands punching at Melora’s insides while they passionately groped each other. The smallish Asian woman jumped on her husband and clung with her free arm and her legs. Her American husband fumbled trying to get his cock inside his wife while keeping up the fisting. The crowd cheered as the couple somehow managed to fuck while keeping their hands pumping in and out of Melora’s stuffed slot. They toppled over, pulling their slimy hands out as they came.
Men and women came to give Melora a hand. Doc lost track but the chalky bartender was practically sobbing. “She’s been fisted by 50 people,” she sighed. “How can she do that! Most of them are double fisting her. What’s she made of?”
”She’s got a rhino hide pussy,” Doc said. “You wouldn’t believe the things she’s done with that cunt.”
‘Like what’ Jens said, not really doubting Doc at this point.
‘Well, she did a dozen horses about a month ago,’ he said. ‘So what was the bet?”
Jens looked dejectedly at Melora getting fisted by one of the African bouncers. “If she wins,” Jens said with a shudder, “I have to go out in the sun and… get a tan. I haven’t been in the sun in five years!”
The African bouncer had finished and a petite blond with pierced nipples easily slid both hands up Melora’s pussy. Doc noticed an exotic olive skinned beauty sitting all alone and wandered off to have a chat.
The blonde giggled as Melora pleaded for more. “That’s all I got,” the blond laughed. “Well, grow another hand,” Melora demanded.
“Let me in,” an amused little girl voice said. A four foot nothing wisp of a girl slid up between the blonde’s arms. She was covered with a colorful, intricately detailed Yakuza style full body tattoo that began at her knees and covered her entire torso. Her arms and neck were still unmarked.
“She wouldn’t notice my little hands,” the Yakuza girl said. “But let’s see what she thinks of this!” The blonde pulled her hands apart, gaping Melora’s pussy enough for the Yakuza girl to slide one of her hands inside. The girls giggled as their hands pumped in and out. “More,” Melora yelled as she humped back against the hands inside her. The Yakuza girl squirmed her other hand inside the wet and throbbing cunt and squealed with delight. Melora squealed as she came again, squirting girl cum all over the little tattooed girl.
The blonde and the Yakuza girl reeled away after retracting their hands. They staggered over to a sofa and plopped down. The Yakuza girl sucking cum off the blonde’s fingers. The blonde nuzzled her new friend’s neck. Soon, they were lost in their own world, exploring each other’s bodies with lips, hands and tongues.
Melora propped herself up on her elbows and surveyed the room. The room was jumping. People everywhere getting their freak on in any number of ways. Millie was on her back with a cock in her mouth and another in her cunt. A pair of leather men disappeared down the stairs. A red haired nurse came up the stairs with an empty enema bag for Jens to fill with ice water. Melora looked around, but couldn’t see Doc anywhere.
Jens came over after filling the enema bag and tousled Melora’s sweat dampened hair with a bar towel. “Quitting or taking a break”
“A break,” Melora said. “Does Millie count” She never leaves her sofa when there is a hard cock around.”
“You two are impossible,” Jens sighed. “I’ll give you a pass on Millie.”
“Have you been keeping score,” Melora asked?
“I lost track at 75, but I know you’ve done more than that,” Jens said. “I’ll concede the bet, if you can take me.”
Melora laughed. Jens is a tough chick, but she has slender, musician’s hands. After the pounding she’d already taken, this chick would be nothing. “Sure Bitch, bring it on.”
Jens jumped over the bar in a single bound. The Goth bartender had the sinewy body of a professional athlete. Jens slid her hands quickly in and out of Melora’s pussy. “Mmm, slick!” she said.
Melora laughed. Was that it? Of course Jens wasn’t going to be satisfied with a quick dip like that. Jens grabbed the big, glass pickle jar that she used for tips and shoved it against Melora’s well stretched pussy. The pussy put up a fight against the jar. It didn’t slide in easily, but Jens kept pushing and twisting, working it in. Melora yanked her lips open to make the jar’s progress a little easier. It took Jens close to five minutes to get the jar most of the way in.
“There,” Jens spat. “Now that hole is plugged good and tight.” Melora felt a long musician’s finger wriggle up her asshole. “Now, what about this hole”
Melora pulled her legs back to give Jens a clear shot at her ass. She looked like some kind of space alien with her legs tucked up behind her neck and a huge pickle jar in her pussy. Jens already had four fingers wormed up Melora’s ass.
“I should have taken a dump,” Melora said panting. “I didn’t think anyone was going in the back door.”
“Give up the bet and I pull out,” Jens spat out viciously as she worked her thumb in past the sphincter.
“Oh no,” Melora panted. “If you want shit under your finger nails, that’s fine with me!”
Jens right hand disappeared up Melora’s ass. A crowd drifted back to watch. Jens shoved her arm in deep. She shoved the arm back and forth like she was trying to saw wood. Melora just moaned and farted as the arm pulled back.
“You dirty Bitch,” Jens cackled. She slid her other hand along her arm and started working the fingers of her left hand past the sphincter. The elasticity of Melora’s ass amazed Jens as she slid her other hand up the poop shoot.
Jens pistoned her hands like she was using Melora’s kidneysas punching bags. The infuriating bitch on the bar just rubbed her clit and moaned, “Yeah baby! Work my ass!”
Jens kept punching. She knew she couldn’t make Melora give up when she started fucking herself with the tip jar. “Damn. What is this chick made of”
Jens felt like her wrists were suddenly squeezed into police shackles! Melora’s body tensed as another orgasm poured through her body. He pussy gushed a flood of girl cum. The pickle jar shot out like a projectile and shattered on the floor somewhere behind Jens. Euros rolled in all directions. She thought her wrists were breaking as Melora spasmed with pleasure.
Jens pulled her hands out when the muscles finally relaxed. Melora’s legs flopped down. She slowly pushed herself to a sitting position. “Wow,” she said. “That was great.” She looked down at Jens. She looked defeated and she hands and forearms were streaked with brown. Melora jumped down and took Jens hands in hers. “Look,” she said raising the shitty hands. “A tan will look good on you!”
Jens threw her arms around Melora and laughed with just a bit of bitterness. “I thought I was a tough bitch because I could take one hand in each hole.”
Melora kissed her and said, “You are a tough bitch. You’re just not Queen Bitch.”
“Is someone going to clean up this glass?” Millie called out from her sofa.
Jens looked at Melora and said, Wanna bet she can take you in a gangbang”
Jens rubbed lotion on her bald scalp. She was convinced she had a major sunburn although all anyone else could see was a little pinkness. Jens had successfully avoided sunlight for years. Then she lost a bet with Melora. She was grudgingly going into the sun now, but still resisted getting the full body tan Melora demanded.
Jens peaked through the curtains. The club was unusually packed. Normally, they weren't even open yet. Tonight was the big slut showdown. She'd been passing out fliers all over town for two weeks. Anywhere men gathered she posted fliers; even in the seedy dockland hostels. The room was full of cock now. The show was about to begin.
Jens looked back. Two narrow beds were on stage. Doc was giving Melora a last minute shoulder rub. Maggie's husband was giving her some magic mushroom tea. Jens sneered, "Are we ready to see who the biggest slut in Europe is?"
The sluts said they were ready. Jens put on her leather top hat to go with her latex ringmaster's outfit and picked up her megaphone. The curtains opened and Jens began her spiel. "Gentlemen, I don't think there are many ladies here, welcome to the Messalina Challenge! Not since the decadent days of Ancient Rome has there been an event such as this. Not since the Empress of Rome challenged the Empress of Harlots has there been a competition of this magnitude. Before you are the two most insatiable sluts in Europe competing for the title, Queen of Cum."
Jens dramatically pointed with a riding crop at the bed draped in blue linen, the continued the spiel. "Representing Western Europe, from the sleazy seaside of Blackpool, England, we have the Human Hoover, the Sucking Machine, and the Fucking Fanatic. Gentleman, get your peckers ready for Maggie Mae!"
As the applause settled, Jens points her riding crop at the bed draped in red linen. "And representing Eastern Europe, from the steamy streets of Siirt Turkey, it's the Monster Muff, the Scarlet Sodomite, and the Jizz Gargling Cocksucker. Gentlemen, point your penises at the Magnificent Melora.
The bouncers let the first group of six onto the stage as Jens continued, "This is not about flowers and romance, Gentlemen. This is a competition! This is the ultimate in sport fucking. The object is to see which slut can get off more of your pricks. So get in, get off and get away so the next bloke can take a poke. Be orderly. You'll all get your turn. Maybe more than one! Just be hard and ready to rock when you step up." Jens pulled a starter pistol from her latex tuxedo jacket, raised it over her head and fired. "Let the games begin!"
Melora pounced on her first lot. She pushed one guy down on the bed and jumped on his rod. She directed another to her asshole and stuffed the third in her mouth.
Maggie took a two hole attack, one cock in her cunt while she alternated sucking two more.
Melora swallowed her first load of cum. Another cock was immediately shoved down her throat. The guy in her ass filled a rubber and pulled out. The bottom man kept slamming his sausage. Melora chided the man saying, "You're not in a marathon dude, I am. You're a sprinter and you're taking too long!"
The bottom man pulled out and ripped off his rubber. Another stud slithered under her while Melora grabbed the slow cummer and shoved it in her mouth too. Both men shot their loads quickly after that, filling her over stuffed mouth with cum.
Maggie was now riding a Liberian man while alternating sucking two others. The big black cock made squelching noises as it slid in and out of Maggie's well lubricated pussy. The cock she jacking off blew a huge load of jizz all over the side of her face. Without missing a beat, she beckoned a Bengali cocksman to take his turn.
"It is dick and dick in the early going," Jens barked through her megaphone. Maggie has creamed 9 Johnnies but Melora has cleared 10. The night is young! Get you hard-on ready Gents. These girls could go all night!"
Melora tried to establish an early lead by taking more dicks at once. She constantly had at least one cock in her ass, one in her cunt and one or two in her mouth. Maggie was doing fewer men at once, but they were cumming faster.
Jens barked out the score as the men kept spurting, "After 2 hours, Melora leads at 215 to Maggie's 210. Both sluts are still going strong. It's still anyone's game!" And so it went. At the three hour mark, Maggie pulled ahead 340 to 336. After four hours, Melora was ahead again at 511 to 499. Men kept coming and the sluts kept fucking.
"More cock!" Melora yelled growing tired of Maggie staying dick and dick with her. It's time to do some serious fucking. "I need more cock! Stuff me full, damn it!"
Melora selected two guys, each with nine inch cocks, and positioned then on the bed so that their shafts were touching. She got into position, and then slid the two cocks into her pussy at the same time. She grabbed two more cocks to stuff in her mouth and yelled, "Someone needs to stuff my ass! Can't a couple of you fuck my ass!
"This may be a first!" Jens called out. "Melora is doing a triple double penetration!"
It was hard to see Melora through the crowd. Two cocks in each hole and still she fucked like there was no tomorrow. Cocks blew in the super stuffed holes. New pricks slid in beside the old. Condoms were emptied in the plastic trash bin before going on the score board. Maggie was falling behind.
"Come on guys!" Melora egged on the studs. "How many cocks can you stuff me with? I want all of you at once!"
Three Kenyans with exceptionally long cocks and unusually limber bodies managed to violate Melora's cunt at the same time. The three huge cocks stretched Melora's cunt as they pounded away. Not satisfied with one triple, Melora stuffed three more cocks into her hungry mouth. The Kenyans popped off and out one at a time. Melora gagged when the three cocks shot off in her mouth. She gagged, but she swallowed the spunk.
Maggie tried to keep up, but was growing more and more frustrated as she fell further behind. She tried to get her guys off as quickly as she could, but she just couldn't do multiple penetrations the way Melora could.
"That just isn't right!" Maggie yelled seeing Melora positioning a quartet of fourteen inchers. "Is this a fucking contest or a sideshow?"
"It's both" Jens barked to the crowd. "It's the Messalina Challenge. Who is the biggest slut in Europe? Right now, Melora looks like the biggest cunt in Europe!"
Melora was impaled with four huge cocks jammed up her pussy. She slowly rode up and down on the huge dicks while still trying to stuff two cocks in her mouth. Melora shuddered as she sank down on the shafts. Her cunt being stuffed almost beyond capacity was making Melora cum. Her body shook with what looked like a seizure. She let out an ear piercing scream as she came. The guys in her cunt howled in pain as her pussy muscles contracted, crushing them inside her. The orgasm jerked her body like she was being electrocuted. Her fingers bit into the shoulders of the guys she's been sucking as she tried to maintain balance. Then it was over. She fell back on the bed in a near faint.
Maggie had been all but forgotten. No one was even looking at her now. Jens was checking on Melora to make sure she was still alive. The quartet were being looked at by the on site EMT who was assuring them that the pain would go away soon. It didn't look like there would be any bruising. He gave them cold packs away, just in case there might be some swelling.
Lying in a near stupor, Melora hear a shrill voice yelling. "What the hell am I supposed to do with that? She looked up to see Maggie berating some poor schmuck with a truly tiny penis. Fully erect, it was still just about the size of a pinky. "How can you fuck me with that ... thing" Maggie sputtered. "I need men, not little boys!" The guy being humiliated was turning purple from embarrassment and rage.
"Come here," Melora called.
"What the hell can you do with him cavern cunt!" Maggie screamed.
The humiliated guy walked over to Melora, who was still woozy from her huge orgasm. She popped the little prick in her mouth to make sure it was as hard as it could be. "You know," she slurred. "There is a hole for everyone."
"That's sick!" Maggie screamed. "That's it. I'm out of here! Maggie crabbed a towel and stormed off the stage cursing all the way to the changing room. "You just can't do that!" she screamed slamming the door.
All eyes were riveted on the stage now. Jaws dropped. Eyes strained to see. Jens barked out, "I hope we have a videographer in the house. This is the first time I've ever seen this folks. But here it is before your very eyes. Nasal Sex!"
Melora had shoved the little prick up her left nostril! The geezer was humping Melora's face with gusto. "Yeah baby!" Melora shouted. "Shove that cock right up my sinus. Fuck my brains out you little devil!" The little dick shoved up Melora's nose as far as it would go. Melora lapped his balls with her tongue and murmured encouragement. The guy yelled, "I'm cumming" in triumph as he shot his seed deep into Melora's sinuses.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," Jens proclaimed. "We have a winner! The biggest slut. The most depraved harlot. Winning not only on point with 773 cocks serviced, but also by concession of her rival. I present to you, Messalina 2002; Melora, Queen of Sluts!"
As Jens made this pronouncement, the club bouncers dumped buckets of cum over Melora's head, covering her from head to toe in a thick white slick. Melora fell back in the pool of cum, rubbing it into her tits and belly. She smeared semen over her face and cried out. "More! I want more cum!"
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