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CHAPTER 26: HAMBURG LIVE SEX SHOW

The scenes Meike and I shared from the Flemish farm with her brother-in-law and his sons provided enough stimulation for several of our gathering. We found it enticing for Meike and me to tell of the events from our own perspectives, which were different, naturally. My telling of my time with the three sons on the final night was something only I could share since Meike was occupied with Frans. She told of that, however, with the encouragement of Ruben.

The cell phone videos were shared at gatherings and were also effective in getting the group ready for whatever someone suggested. Those sessions of telling, retelling, and watching videos were the tipping point for the group. That was when the entire group not only participated sexually together but shared with others. From that moment on, the group mixed sexually and since Chris made an extra male in the group, there was always one female receiving double attention by either spit-roasting or double penetration.

There were nights when Hein and I sat naked after making love somewhere in the house, cuddled together talking, and the gathering group might come up, but it was always in a marvel of how well and far the group had grown and come together. And that was the opposite of how the original group had been moving. Hein gave me the credit for being so open, sharing, and unabashed in my sexual enjoyment to inspire the group. I gave the credit to him for seeing an opportunity and option, then having the courage to pursue it with others.

Our group gatherings became a regular monthly event and they did move from home to home. In between, though, I was still requested by the other couples to spend a night or an occasional weekend to further their play and exploration. Several couples played with some bondage, but it was never just me. When it was performed it was rotated and switched, even the man getting a chance to experience the feeling of losing control and being at the whim of others. It was erotic and stimulating and we all agreed it was completely based on trust and respect, only something we played with gently and safely.

As the larger more elaborate events came to our attention, they always came to us through Hein as was our original and cardinal rule. Then, if he accepted it, I would decide if it was something I felt I could do. There was a time early in our group relationship when they had a hard time not thinking of me as a submissive under the control of Hein. The way I dressed and my willingness, eagerness, to participate in things sexual presented an image. It wasn’t long, however, that they understood my strength in personality, but also my enjoyment of a sexual life.

Another opportunity did come. Hein was nervous immediately and I knew there was a lot of discussion going back and forth. Finally, after weeks of knowing about something being discussed, I brought it up at dinner with our family.

Dinner had quieted, all of us sipped the last of the wine after a palette freshening bit of ice cream. Hein was lost in thought, which was not like him when he was at home. It had become another benefit of our life together. The five of us had created a place that was an oasis of sorts from other concerns and worries.

“Hein.” It took a moment for his name to break through his thinking. “Hein.” The table was watching me and Hein. It was unusual for him not to quickly respond to me speaking his name. They were all watching with a bit of concern as he looked up, a bit stunned that something had happened that everyone was watching him, but he was unaware of what it was.

“Hein …” He looked to me and I could see in his eyes that mentally he was shaking his head to clear the cobwebs away. “One of the couples had proposed something you are concerned about, haven’t they? We all know the signs. You’re not sure if you should be concerned or not, are you?”

He chuckled and looked around the table. Chris sitting next to me, Raul and Sharon on the other side. Then his eyes returning to me. “Yes. It feels like I should be very concerned, but … maybe I shouldn’t be, that it can be managed as they say.”

To my surprise, it was Sharon’s voice that broke in. “Hein … Laura … maybe it is time for these considerations to be evaluated by all of us.” She reached for Raul's hand for support and he squeezed it. Chris looked at her and nodded for her to continue. “Hein, we all know you two are neck deep in a relationship we all support and cheer for. But, maybe, this stuff is getting too hard for you alone. Maybe, you are now too close, too involved. You both know the five of us are one in our devotion and love.” She smiled because she and Raul had just finished a marathon of every version of the Three Musketeers they could find. “Like the Musketeers … one for all …”

Hein muttered, “All for one.” He looked up and saw the commitment in the faces of everyone. He turned to me. Our initial agreement was that he considered it before bringing it to me. A change like this affected me, too. I nodded my agreement. “Okay …”

* * * * *

Our entire group walked down a side street in Hamburg with only a vague idea of what we were looking for. It might have been nerve wracking if not for the dominant presence of Chris, ever watchful. The club we were looking for was popular but difficult to get identify. It was one of those places, like some very good restaurants, you had to know where it was to enjoy what they had to offer. This club did not cater to the normal tourist and sightseeing crowd that swarmed many European cities for the elicit pleasure not so easily enjoyed in other parts of the world.

Amsterdam and other parts of The Netherlands had similar clubs, but it was felt, given the high profile of this group, another country might be safer from prying eyes. The club was famous to those in the know about such things, but unlike other bars and clubs intending to attract those wandering the street in search of such things with gaudy neon signs and brightly lit entrances, this club was in a basement, the access to it was by stairs from the sidewalk to the lower level and had the appearance of a maintenance or service entrance. The only thing that distinguished it from others we had passed was a simple bronze plaque above the doorframe but was below the sidewalk level. It simply read in German, “Verspieltes Tier” or Playful b**st.

We stopped along the railing of the concrete steps that descended to that door. We undoubtedly looked like a group of tourists as we wandered the street, peering at doorways and basements. Now that we were there, everyone looked at each other for someone to make the final determination of proceeding or not. Such a scene may never have happened at this door in its entire existence. Eleven people, mostly middle-aged or older clustered in a tight group above a nondescript basement doorway. Eventually, ten pairs of eyes turned to me. We had gotten this far by mutual agreement. The final steps and what happened now and inside was mostly going to be my decision.

I put my hand on the railing and stepped down the first step. The decision made, Hein and Chris followed close behind me.

If the outside gave the appearance of the wrong location and, at best, not somewhere we should be, the inside was entirely different. I pushed the door open, stepping into an alcove with another door ten feet away. The alcove was in subdued lighting, but I could immediately tell it was clean and well decorated. The printing on the door translated, “Adult Entertainment. Cover Charge Required.” I stepped to the side to allow Chris to take the lead. Inside that door was a larger alcove. The walls were decorated with tasteful paintings and sketches of nude women, couples, couples making love, and women standing with a dog or donkey. From another door came an attractive woman. She eyed us carefully, then spoke in German. Several of the couples were fluent in German and a dialog commenced.

I noticed Meike tilt her head toward me as she said something. The woman turned her head to me and took me under her gaze. After a moment of looking me over, including my body wrapped in a tight dress, she asked a few more question, but her eyes never left me. She finally nodded. One of the men paid our cover charge, but the woman pointed at me and shook her head. I had the impression I wasn’t going to be allowed inside, but then I understood. She wasn’t charging me for some reason.

She escorted us inside like a hostess leading guests into a restaurant. Inside the actual establishment, I saw why. It was like an intimate theater in the round. Four tiers of tables around a center stage bathed in bright lights where a woman was doing a strip-tease. Each tier had enough room for a table and four chairs and an aisle behind it. Someone had put a lot of thought into the layout. Nobody would have a bad view of the stage.

The eleven of us were seated at three tables next to each other on the second tier, which filled up that tier. As we were led to our tables, I took stock of the room. The bottom tier and top tier were full. It seemed that clientele was either wanting to be close to the action or at a distance, perhaps for some effect of anonymity.

Meike and Ruben shared the table with Hein and me. Chris was with Sharon and Raul. The other two couples had the next table. After we ordered our drinks, I leaned into the table toward Meike. “What did you tell her? It seemed she was considering me for some reason.”

Meike laughed. “She was convinced we had wandered into the wrong establishment. I told her we knew exactly where we were and what we wanted to see. She didn’t seem to believe me until I mentioned you were a bestial participant.”

I sat back and thought about that for a moment. “Did she not charge for my cover charge?”

Meike shook her head with an embarrassed smile. “No, she didn’t. She said she might seek you out later.”

Hein nudged my elbow, “You’re the one who approved this adventure.” I nodded, wondering what exactly this evening might bring.

We watched another stripper, this one picked up a dildo from the side of the stage. After becoming naked, she sprawled on the stage floor and slowly started moving it into her pussy. It was then that the stage started to rotate. It was interesting, but not yet what we were hoping to see.

When she left the stage through an opening in the first tier that I hadn’t noticed before, the lights in the seating area dimmed to near dark. At the same time, little lights along a wall at the back of the table that created the next tier level behind us lit the aisleway, like the little lights on airplanes.

Apparently, the main attractions for the evening were about to begin. A strikingly beautiful woman came onto the stage dressed in a filmy negligee type outfit that swirled from the movement of the air, possibly fans located near the floor. When she looked our way, I saw it was the same women we met in the alcove. The lighting was stark against the darkness of the rest of the theater. Her features were evident underneath the filmy gown and she was definitely naked underneath. She spoke in German, but Hein moved his chair closer and translated.

She expressed her hopes that we enjoy our evening. There was a button in the center of the table to summon a waitress. The first act would be a solo. The first woman came onto the stage in bra, panties, garter belt, stockings, and high heels. I guessed the teasing of stripping was over. She danced, or gyrated, onto the stage with two objects in her hands, a large dildo, and a vibrator. She gyrated around the stage, which was again rotating slowly. She slipped the dildo into her mouth, the vibrator clamped between her legs as her hands went behind her back. With a sudden motion, her bra was gone. In another instant, her panties were gone, which must have been some kind of quick release fastening. She continued to suck on the dildo as she sank to the floor, the vibrator now pressed to her pussy and clit. She arched her back, a hand moving to her breast, pinching the nipple as the dildo protruded from her mouth.

Then, a flat screen located near the ceiling came to life. Cameras were located in several locations capturing the action on the center of the stage and from directly above. The screen scenes seemed to rotate along with the stage giving multiple options for viewing what was happening.

When the woman’s pussy was pointed at me, that was what I watched. When the stage rotated, my eyes moved to screens to find the images I wanted. The dildo was taken from her mouth and jammed, literally jammed, into her pussy. She moved the vibrator to press against her clit. She moved both vigorously, her back arching high so her head and butt were only on the floor. Just as suddenly, she rolled onto her knees, her chest pressed into the floor. She pulled the dildo out of her pussy and I could see the surface glistening with her pussy juices before she plunged it into her asshole after only a moment of effort to work her way past her sphincter.

I heard Meike gasp and I had to agree, this woman was putting on a wonderful show. I knew Hein was enjoying, too. Sitting closer to me, his hand moved to my lap and was stroking my thigh through my dress. I moved my hand to his thigh, quickly moving it up and bumping into his hard cock in his pants. I turned to him and blew him a kiss.

After the woman went limp on the floor after an obvious orgasm, the lights dimmed on the stage but didn’t completely go out. From the side, another figure entered the stage. The lights came back up and it was the woman, again. This time, however, she wasn’t there to introduce an act to follow. She unfastened two catches at her shoulders and the filmy gown fluttered to the floor. She stepped out of it, dressed only in high heels. She walked to the woman still prone on the floor and stood above her, her heels on either side of the woman’s head. She shifted her position and knelt over the woman’s face, her own dropping down between the thighs. From the screen overhead, I could see her tongue moving over the other woman’s glistening pussy.

The announcer stood on shaky legs after a joint orgasm and announced the first a****l act. A naked black woman, quite skinny came out leading a smallish dog. The announcer had some words that appeared to be sharp and unpleasant with the new woman, then left the stage. The black woman with the dog moved to her hands and knees, but the dog roamed around the stage. The woman called it, smacked her butt, but the dog continued to roam around the stage looking very confused. Soon, a large man came out onto the stage, took the dog and put it on the woman’s back. The man held the dog in place and it finally got the message and began fucking the woman. At the end, even the knotting was a disappointment, at least for us. Compared to the canine sex I had demonstrated in our gatherings, this was a disappointment. The crowd, however, may not have had the same experiences to judge this one, as appreciative clapping rewarded the woman as she left the stage after the dog.

There seemed to be a delay in the activity and we took the break to order more drinks, as other tables seemed to have the same idea. We began to think the break was intended and we entered into conversation. Hein asked if I was disappointed. Meike and Ruben apologized. The other time they were here it was significantly better. Even they laughed, though, at the thought that maybe they were now spoiled by my exhibitions.

The lights dimmed, again, and we refocused on the stage. A different woman came onto the stage with a different dog, this one a German Shepherd. The woman assumed the position and this dog knew what to do as it pounced on the woman’s back and started humping into her butt. The woman cried out as the dog continued seeking her hole, but her flinching was making it difficult and painful for her. Finally, the dog hit home and humped her with a vengeance. I could tell from the reaction of the others in the theater this was much more to their liking, as it was to mine except she seemed to be just a target for the dog. It got the result, though. The dog came and knotted her. The woman was also skinny and small, the dog actually pulled the woman about a foot or so with his knot buried in her pussy.

Once the woman was released by the dog, the announcer came back out onto the stage, again wearing her filmy gown that flowed around her in the moving air but did little to hide her body underneath. Again, Hein leaned in to translate for me.

She announced that this night was their traditional night for female volunteers for the next act. I was prepared to listen for any sign of someone volunteering, but just then the lights brightened around tiers, not bright but enough to see. I heard and saw nobody volunteering. The woman on the stage turned slowly as she scanned the crowd. She put her hand over her eyes and peered more intently once more around. When she was again facing in our direction, she stopped and her gaze became more focused. She pointed directly at me and it was then that the earlier comment came back to me. Even Meike seemed to come to the same conclusion.

She leaned over the table, “She wants you, Laura.” I nodded. I understood that, also.

The announcer was now speaking to the crowd, suggesting that my hand had gone up but that I needed encouragement from the crowd. Almost before her final words left her mouth, the crowd was clapping, cheering, whistling, and calling for me to go down to the stage. I suspected they might have volunteer night, but they never get volunteers unless they were ringers seeded into the crowd.

I looked to Hein, then to Chris. The look Chris returned indicated he would have me covered if I wanted to do it. The look on Hein’s face was more deliberate and considered. He studied me, then the stage, then the others in our group. The others were expectant, maybe hopeful. Sharon was concerned and showed it. Hein put his face right in front of mine.

“Do you want to do this? The look on your face says you are seriously considering it.” I nodded. “We don’t even know what the next act even is or if it will end with just the next act. For all we know, once you are down there, you will be used in the show until you run away, especially after the crowd sees you perform.” He stared at me. “It is your decision, Pet. Chris and I will watch over you if you decide to.”

I smiled, kissed him, then stood up. The crowd erupted, but I walked first over to Chris. “I know you will watch over me. I’d feel even better, though, if you found a spot down next to the stage.” He nodded and stood up with me, following me around the tier to the stairway leading down to the stage level.

The announcer was still speaking, but nobody could hear anything she was saying over the noise from the audience. It wasn’t until I stepped onto the stage that the noise dropped down to almost a hush. The atmosphere was charged with excitement, which convinced me further that this doesn’t happen very often.

The woman said something to me, but I shrugged my shoulders, indicating I didn’t understand. “You’re an English speaker?” I nodded, also indicating that I spoke a little Dutch. “That’s okay.” She explained to the crowd. The crowd cheered, again. Maybe a tourist was even more of a thrill for a volunteer. She spoke quietly to me, “This has never happened to me, before. Both of my a****l girls are ill. These others I found and were willing to try, but …”

I shook my head, “They look like they are on d**gs and they are not very interested.”

The woman smiled at me, “Have you done this before? Shows?” I shook my head. She continued to size me up, then smiled. “I see you brought your own protection down here.” I nodded. “You won’t need him, but he is welcome to be there. You will have the freedom to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’.” I nodded. She told me what she was thinking and I nodded. She clapped herself, then addressed the rest of the audience that the show would continue. I looked down at Chris at the side of the stage, smiled, and gave him a thumbs-up. He seemed to relax slightly.

I was wearing a form-fitting, backless dress that ended at mid-thigh. Underneath, though, all I wore was the stay-up stocking and heels that could be seen below the dress. I was very commando tonight, which was intended to be a tease for our group at strategic moments, several of which had already occurred. So, I knew once this got started, there was not going to be any ‘partially nude’ phase.

The announcer walked off the stage to sit next to where Chris was observing. My eyes, for anything else to do, scanned the room from this perspective. With the intense lighting, there wasn’t much to be seen except for the first tier that captured some of the stage lightings. When my eyes returned to Chris, he was pointing behind me. I turned to find two well-built, naked young men pushing a couch into the center of the stage. Each sported a huge erection as they moved around the couch to stand at my side. They escorted me, one on each of my arms, to the couch where they lowered me, one sitting closely on either side of me. First, they began by kissing my neck, moving to my lips, getting more daring all the time with their wandering hands.

I found myself coming out of my surprise and being turned on by the spectacle of being fondled by these two strangers. I began returning the kisses to both men with increasing enthusiasm as the situation took hold of me.

The man on my left (I had no names for these men who were about to fuck me on a stage in front of other strangers) leaned me forward and unzipped my dress on the side. Soon they moved the shoulder straps off in unison, as if they had done this exact scene before. And, I had no doubt that they had and I wondered with how many other women and had any of them been tourist volunteers? They had my breasts out and their exposure seem even more so in the glare of the stage lighting. Both men fell on them like hungry wolves. They teased, kneaded, kissed, bit and tortured them while the crowd went wild.

I was gasping in ecstasy and I wondered how this was playing out with Hein and the others in the group. But, then, this was just beginning.

One stood, put out his hand to me, which I accepted. He helped me up, then stripped me of my dress leaving me virtually naked except for stockings and heels. He twirled me around so the audience could view my body from every angle around the theater. While the crowd applauded their approval, whistled, and cheered, I noticed what the other man had been doing. The couch we had just been using was now turned into a bed in the center of the stage.

They each took one of my hands, held them up about shoulder height and walked me around the edge of the stage. When everyone had had a good look, they laid me on the bed.

I started moaning audibly and writhing as one young man began licking my pussy,
while the other one pulled my breasts upwards by the nipples, showing the audience their size and elasticity. The one who had been teasing my clitoris mounted me and thrust his rather large cock straight into my pussy, burying it so deep that our pubic bones crashed together. The fucking, which followed, wasn't subtle. It was
straight and to the point. He made no effort to play to the audience by shifting around, but he kept his dominant position, thrusting his cock in and out of my wet cunt with a relentless, staccato rhythm. He was tireless, too.

Meanwhile, his partner moved to the head of the couch and the head of his cock went into my open mouth and he proceeded to fuck my mouth as I sucked it until he was cuming. His cum splashed all over my face and I went into a frenzy, jerking beneath the man in my pussy until he came deep inside. My body began to jerk as I lost control of
myself and screamed when a massive orgasm rushed me. It may have been the situation I found myself in, being fucked center stage by two strangers in front of a room full of strangers, or maybe it was their particular skill. Hein and Chris would remain my favorite lovers, though.

It took a moment for the three of us to gather ourselves with enough surety to attempt standing on shaky legs. When we did, the bed was quickly transformed back into a couch and pulled off the stage. The naked men left and the announcer returned. She stood alongside me, one arm around my waist and said something to the audience, which brought a thundering noise of appreciation from every part of the theater.

“How are you feeling?” I indicated I was okay. She smiled and hugged me tightly. “Have you been with a dog?” I nodded. “Large or small? We have both.”

I pulled her to me in my lusty state and kissed her on the mouth, my cum streaked face contacting hers. “The largest you have will provide impact for your audience.” She chuckled and thanked me.

She called out a name and the theater went quiet after moments of a hushed whisper of explanation or speculation moved around the theater. Some people knew what the name meant and before long the entire audience was hushed in anticipation. I wondered what ‘the largest you have’ was going to bring me.

From the side came the skinny white woman with a b**st. I thought my dogs were large, but this was a giant, a Mastiff that had to be close to 200 pounds. The audience gasped at the sight of the b**st. The announcer watched me closely as the a****l approached, but I never flinched from him, it still wasn’t larger than The Wolf. I turned and stepped toward him, taking the leash from the other woman without a thank you. She turned quickly and left, obviously not wanting anything further to do with the a****l.

I put my hand on the side of its head, bent down to nuzzle his head, then straightened and led him to the center of the stage. I went to my knees and patted the floor of the stage. It seemed a little confused. I looked around and the announcer was already sitting alongside the stage. I smiled at the giant dog. I wouldn’t doubt it was used to simply arriving on stage and mounting some woman, fucking her voraciously, then leaving again to surrounding noise. If they were looking for an experience, though, I wanted to give them one the way I do it.

The dog finally relented to my insistence and lay on its side on the floor. It was quite pliable in regards to my touch and it soon rolled partially on its back to raise its hind leg as my hand stroked its belly and grazed his sheath, at first with simple touches along the side, then with more direct contact, stroking along the outer surface. The red tip of his cock was already showing just from being brought out to the stage, indicating his anticipation of what was going to happen. I presented a change to the norm, but it didn’t take long for his cock to begin escaping from the sheath, again.

I noticed the dog’s head move and followed his gaze to find the announcer had changed her position to sitting directly on the edge of the stage so she could maintain a good viewing position as the stage was again rotating. She looked from the dog’s cock to me with obvious curiosity. I lowered my head, my tongue out to lick the tip of the exposed cock, then taking the tip into my mouth and sucking out the precum that had formed there. Within moments I was aggressively sucking on inches of hard cock, all the while precum slipping down my throat.

When I had a mouthful dog cock, I rose to my hands and knees, pointing my ass to the dog. The audience surrounding the stage was quiet, not even the sound of glasses being set on tables as the entire theater seemed focused on us. I looked up to find the announcer again sitting near Chris. I smiled at each as the stage rotated past them. The dog, for his part, showed no further confusion and knew exactly what he needed to do with a female in this position. He stepped over my back, his long cock butting into my ass as my hand sought it out to guide it securely into my pussy.

I gasped as the dog lunged forward, his cock surging deeply into my vagina, and a satisfied, still expectant, a smile spread over my face. The cock was large, the largest since the pony on the farm and I wondered with excited expectation if the knot on this cock might challenge the girth of even the pony.

My body steadily increased in arousal and stimulation as the dog settled into its frantic humping and I felt its cock growing and expanding in all dimensions inside me as my pussy clamped down around the invasion. I questioned how long it might have been since this dog was used for mounting when I soon felt the knot forming and bumping into my outer lips. I pressed back against him, my throaty sounds of moans, groans, and gasps mixing into the grunting and panting from the dog. He thrust against me with more force, pushing me forward despite my intent to be rigid for him. My head sank on my shoulders and I caught a magnificent sight of my breasts swinging wildly beneath me as the dog banged against my ass.

I felt my lips and opening stretch wider and wider. I pressed back against his onslaught until we were jointly in constant effort to force the knot through the constricted opening of my pussy. When it popped into me, I screamed my relief and pleasure as my body shook and my back arched upward into his belly. I wasn’t strong enough to lift him but pressed my bare back firmly into his furry belly and chest as he drove his cock deep into me, his own body jerking at the moment of his climax.

My body shook in full orgasm as I felt the first of his massive spurts sending dog cum into my vagina, soaking me, filling me, with his cum. My head and chest dropped to the floor as the dog continued to jerk against me and inside me. The volume of cum was impressive and I could already feel some trickling down the insides of my thighs despite the blockage of the knot.

I anticipated being knotted to the dog for some period so I deliberately began moving for a second orgasm with the dog. The dog had turned on me. I glanced up and waited until the stage put me in front of Chris and I gave him a big smile. He knew immediately what I intended and he stood up to motion in the direction of Hein and our group. I looked up in that direction, but could not discern anything in the blackness outside the lights of the stage.

I began rotating my ass, turning it, pulling, raising it and lowering it against the knot firmly embedded inside me. The dog seemed to take this as a desire to separate and he added his own efforts and that increased what I was working towards. The more I moved had him pulling, the more the knot moved inside me, bumping my g-spot and putting pressure on my opening. At the same time, my pussy clenched around the cock and knot inside, partly by intention and partly by reflex against the movement inside it.

When my head dropped to the floor of the stage, again, my moans and groans steadily growing, the audience sensed what was happening and a buzz of whispers and soft comments flowed down onto the stage as my body erupted into a second orgasm from the dog, my chest firmly planted on the floor, my legs visibly shaking.

When the dog was able to pull his cock from my pussy, releasing us, a flood of dog cum poured from my gaping pussy which was somehow caught by a camera that maintained focus even as the stage turned. I later found a camera being held by one of the men as he walked on the outside of the stage in time with its movement.

As the dog was led off the stage, someone brought me a large beer, which I drained in a steady series of gulps. I was nearly done with the beer when I heard the distinctive ‘clip, clop’ sound of an equine of some kind. I turned to the side to find one of the still naked men leading a donkey onto the stage followed by the other one with a padded wooden bench. Needless to say, the buzz of conversation around the theater that had begun as I sat on the stage by myself with the beer suddenly went quiet in tense anticipation and expectation if I would continue or stop.

I didn’t even look over to Chris this time. I got up off the floor, handed the nearly empty beer glass to one of the men and walked up to the donkey until its muzzle was pressed into my chest. The a****l was very docile and under the circumstances, it would be hard for an a****l even sometimes involved in this theater atmosphere to be anything but docile.

I moved the padded bench so it was slightly off-center on the stage, then stood before the two men and told them what I needed them to do. They didn’t speak English or Dutch so I needed the announcer to join us, again. She tried to argue that others had laid on their stomachs for the donkey, but I insisted. Using my feet to restrain the small horse at the farm had worked very well and I saw no reason to alter a method that had proven results.

I again seemed to thrill the audience just by crouching underneath the donkey to manipulate his cock. Once it was out, I wasted no time. I moved to the bench and motioned for the men to lead the a****l to me. This had been done before because the bench was at a good height for the donkey. There was enough room for me to put both arms between myself and the a****l, getting my hands between my thighs where I grasped the cock and moved it to my pussy. It seemed to be a little smaller than the small horse I fucked at the farm. With a little effort, I got the odd end of the cock between my pussy lips and motioned for the men to move the donkey forward slightly.

That was my mistake. There was no ‘slightly’ in the movement. The a****l stepped forward and in an effort to achieve better penetration thrust himself too far forward. This cock rammed into my pussy, butting into the top of me, and moving me several inches on the padded surface of the bench. I cried out, but the pain was short-lived. I glanced to the side, then to the other side before finding Chris. I smiled at him and gave him a thumbs-up signal to let him know I was okay despite the way I may have sounded.

I realized I was still wearing my heels so I kicked them off before placing my stocking covered feet against the flanks of the donkey. As he thrust forward, I was now better able to control his depth. He continued to bottom-out, but I could control the amount of impact as it happened.

The huge cock forced into my pussy and the long, abrupt strokes of the a****l quickly produced another impending orgasm and moments before mine crashed over me, the donkey sprayed my insides with a fire hose amount of cum that even the tightly encased cock couldn’t keep inside me. It squirted from the sides of the cock as he spurted time and again. But, when he quickly pulled out of me, the camera caught the gaping hole of my pussy and the steady stream of donkey cum flowing out of it.

I was part limp rag and part not quite done with the eroticism of what I had just done in front of my friends and these strangers. So, as the donkey was led away, his long cock swinging beneath him, bringing new comments and exclamations from the audience, the announcer came to me still on the bench and slid her hand over my body and down into my messy pussy, talking to me quietly about her next idea and my excitement ramped up anew.

I sat up on the bench and motioned to Chris. I described what was being proposed. He nodded his understanding but looked concerned. He verified that I wanted Hein to be okay with it. I nodded. He started away, then returned.

“Can I be one of them?”

I laughed, “You can, sure. But, you know we’ll be together later and then I won’t be so messy.” He nodded and laughed, giving me a lusty look that had to be the remnants of having watched me tonight.

He returned quickly as I sat sipping cold water while the announcer waited hopefully. Chris gave the other woman a furtive glance and focused on me. “Hein says you are on a roll and would hate to get in your way if this is what you really want to try.”

I smiled and turned to the woman and gave her a modification to what she had proposed. She looked at me with shock reflected in her eyes and questioned me. I nodded, trying to reflect more confidence than I really felt. She stood and addressed the audience. Gasps went through the theater followed by cheers and about a dozen men standing to work their way down to the stage. I smiled wickedly as they assembled along the edge of the stage, each dropping their pants and began stroking their cocks. It was a perverse pleasure to have turned the tables of some of them, making them a spectacle in front of the rest of the audience watching intently at the goings-on before them.

I counted eleven men, all stroking their cocks hard. Once completed, I walked along the line from above and point out four of them. They climbed onto the stage and the others pulled up their pants and returned dejectedly back to their tables and friends. The four I had picked were now stripping. They had not been told what they would be doing, only that I requested four volunteers from the audience. The four I selected were specific for their cock size.

The announcer had approached me for a final act with me being fucked by three men filling all my holes. I countered with four men filling the same three holes with a double vaginal penetration thrown in. That was what gave her the shocked expression. The cock sizes I chose were to try to facilitate that action.

I put one man with a long, thin cock on the bench. I straddled him with my back to him and penetrated my asshole slowly. Once I had him firmly and deeply in me, I leaned back onto his front. I pointed to another and, with the help of the announcer who was now using the public-address system to translate so everyone in the room could understand what was happening, I had him straddle my stomach but just stand there for the moment. Next, I had another go between my thighs and penetrate my sloppy pussy. I then encouraged the man standing over my stomach back and I lifted my hips as far as I could against the resistance of the men in my ass and pussy. He caught on immediately at seeing the gap I created above the cock already in my pussy. He forced his cock into the gap, stretching me more. I finally leaned my head back and to the side, opening my mouth to the last man who filled it quickly.

I was told later the roving camera had caught each of the steps perfectly and broadcast it onto the screens above. When the audience came to the realization, it erupted in clapping and cheers, settling only as the action intensified and they watched the stage and the screens in expectant anticipation of the climax to come.

When the climax did happen, I was a mess … physically, emotionally, and psychologically. It was an extreme experience. My first orgasm came before any of the men, but it seemed I recognized each cock inside me explode, my orgasm cresting anew, bringing an ever-increasing orgasmic experience to me.

At the end, I was limp and exhausted. The men all pulled out of me, the cameras all catching the streaming cum escaping all my holes, including my mouth. The man there had cum so hard I couldn’t swallow it all. Or, my system was so overloaded that I couldn’t concentrate on that particular muscle action to swallow often enough. At any rate, I found myself back on the bench with my legs and arms d****d to the sides, totally and completely spent. The noise in the theater was deafening, but I was hardly aware of it, my mind struggling to catch up with what I had done in one night.

My mind started clearing, however, with the aid of new sensations between my legs which were still splayed wide. My pussy was feeling something pleasant, gentle, caring … I lifted my head, requiring considerable effort, to find the announcer once again stripped out of her filmy gown and gently lapping at my messy and gaping pussy. Her mouth never left my pussy, but her eyes smiled at me from above my pubic bone. Her tongue slipped into my gaping pussy with ease, licking and sucking the cum mixture from my holes. I allowed my head to fall back to the padded bench and closed my eyes.

I didn’t know if I had another orgasm inside me or not. That wasn’t the point for my submission to her efforts, though. It felt good. It felt soothing. This beautiful woman between my open legs was loving my abused pussy, sucking the cum of these a****ls and strangers.

I found out later nobody left the theater until the stage lights went out. She was still busy between my legs, but that was the signal for everyone to leave. People stopped and watched the gently moving shadows on the stage, quietly commenting to each other. The sense wasn’t that dissimilar to how people talk inside a church when looking at the statues and artwork. It was a completely weird sensation.

That night in Hamburg took over as the single event that captured the imagination of the Sociaal group. As each mega experience took on the mantel of the event to better, Hamburg was the new event. There was open speculation that Hamburg might not be topped.

That only spurred the group to imagine what might be tried next. Hein had promised me exposure to increasing experiences. It was the basis for our relationship. I was never sure either of us might have expected some of these experiences, but neither of us regretted any of them. Even as our open thoughts turned to our pending wedding, we weren’t looking back, we weren’t closing one chapter for another, we continued to look to the future and what new experiences would come to mark a new high tide line in our relationship.

THE END

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