Strip Club to Remember

11/8/2009

I met Kristen and Kathy last year at the Pink Pussy. I'd worked there for almost six months by then, and
remember seeing them walk into the bar area and sit down
for a drink or conversation.


It was unusual for unescorted women to visit the Pink Pussy
unless they were gay. This couple, however, didn't
look that way to me, and, believe me, I can usually tell.



I was in the middle of my act when they came in, and I couldn't
see them that well, but it struck me that they looked rather
young to be there. The platinum blonde had a certain magnetism for me and I couldn't
take my eyes off her, at least not until Kurt jammed his big
weenie into my mouth.


At that point I lost track of the girls. I'd been on stage
for about 20 minutes, and we were about to start the really
wild stuff. The act was popular with the customers, and there was a lot for me to do. I had to concentrate,
because it isn't easy to take in something that big
right up to the hilt.


Kurt began fucking my mouth with his big dick, and I went
into my act. I let him push me down on the floor of the stage
and penetrate my mouth and throat as deeply as he would a woman's vagina. Believe me when
I say that taking a man's erect penis up to the hilt in
one's throat takes a certain talent. Most women can't do it, no matter how hard they try; the gag reflex
is very hard to avoid.


But it was part of our act, so Kurt was pumping away, in and
out of my throat, and I was massaging his big balls. The act
required us to pretend to be members of the audience who'd gone up on stage to have sex in front
of everybody. Many in the audience would follow us as the
evening wore on, and it was our job to get the ball rolling.



I've always enjoyed exhibiting myself in public.
I'm proud of my body, and work hard to keep it just right.



As Kurt started to get excited - and I can always tell when
that happens - he pumped away even harder into my mouth.
At the last moment, as planned, he pulled out and sprayed
me with a healthy load of spunk.


As usual, I tried to catch it in my mouth while he jerked his
wanger about, kneeling at my side. It was very messy, as
always, and the audience loved it, getting to their feet
and cheering us on.


Kurt's a good boy; there aren't too many men who
could come two or three times a night in front of a crowd.
If I were a man, I think I'd get so bored with sex I'd
have a hard time ejaculating.


Well, maybe not, because I can orgasm many times on stage,
and I've been doing this for quite a while.


Kurt finished his masturbation show, and lowered his beautifully
firm body onto mine to rub his sperm between our bodies.
I pretended to be overcome by passion when he put his big penis between my legs and placed his knob
against my pussy lips; and I rolled my eyes and grunted when
he fell heavily on top of me and thrust his shaft into my cunt.



While he was pumping away I looked out at the audience and
saw the two girls again. They'd moved to a table near
the front (ringside tables are always given to attractive women) and the blonde was watching us intently.



Her friend looked as if she'd seen it all before and
wasn't really paying attention. Instead, she seemed
to be sizing up the men in the room.


Kurt finally went into his orgasm act, and I went with him.
He started really pounding into me, while I wrapped my legs
around his hips and started meeting his thrusts. I was really
enjoying Kurt's cockthrusts; he could be like a machine after his first orgasm of the night.



He started grunting, pretending to come inside me, and
I realized he was going to call it quits before I got myself
off, so I grabbed him and rolled on top. There was no way I was going to let him leave me feeling frustrated.
I started riding him as though he were one of those mechanical
bulls you see in fake western night clubs.


I was really enjoying myself, and as I rode Kurt's cock
I looked down at the blonde and saw that she was right there
with me. She was holding her breath, and it was obvious that she was oblivious to everything else; it was
as if I was performing for her alone.


She looked so sexy, gazing up at me with innocent lust in
her eyes, that I became excited, and an orgasm began, quite
involuntarily, to rise up inside me. In moments I came on
Kurt's big dick, and as my body shook in a mindless,
orgasmic state I looked into her eyes, and we connected.
She was right there with me, and it felt wonderful.


Of course, Kurt, the consummate professional, came right
along with me, and our show reached a sexual height most
couples can only dream about.


We collapsed in a sweating, sticky heap, breathing like
a couple of blacksmith's bellows. At last I stood up,
and so did Kurt, and we gave our signature smiles to everyone before prancing off the stage.


"Thanks, Kurt. That was great. You always surprise
me with your technique. Just when I think I'll have
to pretend, you get me horny."


Kurt smiled complacently, saying in his Bavarian accent:
"Gretchen, you're much too horny to need to pretend;
that's why I like to perform with you. You're always
my first choice. Well, I'm off to the shower. We're on again in two hours." And with that, he
walked naked down the hall, his magnificent wanger swaying
in front of him.


You might think, with all the sex we get, that we'd become
blase about it, but you'd be wrong. Sure, as far as being
naked around people is concerned, you get used to that,
but fucking in public is always a turn-on.


Suddenly remembering my little blonde, I hurried to my
dressing room and took a quick shower. The time between
shows was our own, when we might choose to lie back and relax, or go out into the crowd, and maybe do a little private
dancing.


Private dancing is where the big money is. A talented girl
- or guy, for that matter - can make a lot in one night. I once
got a ten-grand fee for about twenty minutes' work.
That's unusual, though I keep my eyes peeled for rich Arabs now.


My normal nightly take is around two to three thousand,
not counting the money I get from the club. That's taxable;
the rest isn't. At any rate, it says something about my state of mind when I tell you I wasn't thinking
about private dancing at that moment; only about that little
blonde.


After finishing my shower and douche, I looked for something
appropriate to wear. I picked out a French T, which is a silk
dress, cut like a normal T-shirt for girls.


Looking at myself in the mirror, I could see through the
material every curve and plane of my body, even the little
goose bumps around my areolae. It occurred to me that most women would be scared stiff to wear something
so revealing in public.


After admiring my body a little while, I bounced out through
the door and into the main room to look for my potential new
playmates. I wasn't certain they'd still be there, but when I remembered the look in the younger
girl's eyes I was hopeful.


Yes, there they were, giggling together about something.
For a second I was uncertain what to do; what if my intrusion
was unwelcome? However, I really wanted to meet them, especially the blonde who had so intrigued
me, so I plucked up courage and strolled over to their table,
ignoring the usual offers from customers I passed.


"Hello. My name is Gretchen. May I sit with you for
a moment?" Both girls looked up at me. The older one
smiled, but the younger, blonde girl seemed startled.
I thought I saw her shiver, but it might have been my imagination.


"Why, of course. We loved your show, and we were just
talking about you, " the older girl said. She sounded
American.


Americans seem to stand out in Europe. I guess Europeans
do the same over in America. She continued: "I'm
Kathy, and this is Kristen. I can't tell you how sexy
you looked up there."


"Thank you. Coming from such a good looking member
of our gender, I consider that a real compliment. Have you
been here before?"


"No. We're in Germany for the international
figure skating competition in Nuremberg. We had a few days
on our own and, well, I'd heard of this place, and just
had to visit while we had the chance."


Kathy was gushing, and mixing up some of her words in her
excitement. I turned to the blonde. "And you, what
do you think of the nightclub?" I examined her closely,
and was as intrigued as the first time I saw her. She looked
quite innocent, but I sensed a kindred spirit lurking behind
those big blue eyes. I continued to stare at her as the silence
stretched out, then she started as if shocked by electricity, and her beautiful
young face flushed an inviting pink. "I... I... I'm
sorry, " she stammered. "I didn't mean
to stare at you. It's just that I... don't really know what you
said just then. I was so busy looking at you that I wasn't
hearing anything. Please forgive me..."


"My beautiful young friend, I could forgive you anything.
Please don't be sorry. I, too, enjoyed looking at you."
I smiled at her, hoping that things would go as I planned.
I hadn't realized before that they were American, or I'd have taken it into consideration.
We all know what prudes Americans are. I still felt, however,
that I could make a new friend if I tried hard enough.


By now another couple were on stage. They were amateurs,
but I had to admit they looked pretty good undressed. "Kristen, you didn't answer me earlier. Have
you enjoyed yourself this evening?"


"Oh yes. I didn't think I would, but Kathy talked
me into coming, and I can't begin to tell you how sexy
I think this place is." She said this with such enthusiasm
that I was charmed.


"What did you think of Kurt and me on stage?"
"I've never been so turned-on in my life. I never
thought that sex could be so, well, sexy. You almost made
me want to join in." Kristen giggled nervously as
she said the last sentence.


That was my cue - what a lovely girl to give me such an opening.
"Kristen, Kathy, how would you like to perform for
the audience?" I truly thought they would make excellent performers. I could tell they'd look
good naked on stage - their bodies were really shapely,
perhaps because of their ice skating - but would they do it?


Kristen sounded shocked. "Oh no! I could never do
that. Honestly, I'd die of embarrassment. But you
do it, Kathy. You'd be wonderful."


"Kristen's a virgin; that's why she's
so shy. But I have to agree with her. I just wanted to see some
hot sex; not perform or anything like that." Kathy
sounded a little nervous, but I noticed a glint in her eyes.


"A pretty girl like you still a virgin?" I said.
"That's hard to believe. How old are you, Kristen?"



"I was 18 last February, and it may sound weird, but
between school and trying to be a professional skater I
haven't had a lot of time for dating, and boys and things.
And I don't like being made fun of about it."


"I don't mean to do that, Kristen, honest. I just
felt a kind of connection between us, and thought you might
like to perform. It could be just you and me... and Kathy
too, if she wants... You know, you won't be here that long, and this could be your only chance. Many women
do it here, just once. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity
to let oneself go. You might find that it's as enjoyable as it looks. And I don't just ask anyone,
you know."


"I don't want to get pregnant or even take the
risk of having it happen. I admit the idea does excite me,
but what with diseases, and the pregnancy thing, it's
just out of the question." Kristen said this with such
a cute firmness in her voice, it made me smile.


"Sweety, I wouldn't let anything happen to you.
For your information, the professionals who perform here
make as much as $600, 000 a year, and don't want to get
pregnant, or contract any kind of disease. Kurt has had a vasectomy, and couldn't make you pregnant if
he tried. But I was thinking about just us girls. Come on,
Kristen. Give it some thought. I can just see us up there; and I know the crowd would go wild to see you."



I noticed that Kathy seemed to be thinking over what I'd
just said, and I remembered my first time. I hadn't
been a virgin or anything, but it was a great thrill. To get up in front of 50 people and have sex with some- one
makes the heart pound like nothing else. That first time,
I just let it happen, letting the man do whatever he wanted to me, and just reacting to his touch.


I think I had more orgasms that night than ever before, or
since. It was as if every nerve ending in my body was on fire.
I tried again.


"Kristen, you'll never have better sex than
with me; I guarantee it. You won't have to do anything,
just leave it to me. And Kathy, I know you'd love it too.
Come on, what do you say? Our show starts within the hour, and I'd
love to have both of you in it."


Kathy had a glazed look in her eyes, but answered after a
little hesitation: "Sure. Why not? I guess I really
wanted to do it all the time. Come on, Kristen, lets both do it. It'll be fun, and you don't have to do
anything you don't want to up there. Besides, I've
seen you in the shower often enough, and I can tell you you've nothing to be embarrassed about. This is a one-
off chance, and if we don't take it we'll always
wonder what it would have been like."


"Kathy! I can't believe you said that!"
Kristen sounded shocked; it was obvious that she usually
agreed with her friend.


I really wanted to have sex with this girl, so I pushed just
a little harder. "Kristen, it would be a fling for
you. In a few days you're going home to America, where
there's nothing like this. You'll be perfectly
safe with professionals, and believe me when I say it will
be a memory that will stay with you the rest of your life."


"Well... I don't know... I've never considered
doing anything like this."


I could tell her resolve was breaking down, and looked at
Kathy for support. Kathy got the idea and piped up: "Come
on, Krissy. Let's do it - I dare you. I'll do it if you will. Come on."


"Well... I guess it would be different... but I wouldn't
have the faintest idea what to do?"


A thrill ran through my body and I jumped up, saying: "Follow
me, ladies. I'll take you back stage and we'll
go over the program."


With that, I took them by the hand and led them out of the front
room. I noticed on the way that some of the more experienced
customers were eyeing the girls, and putting their heads together, no doubt having guessed
that they'd been talked into performing.


We went directly to my dressing room, and I buzzed Kurt.
I asked him to stop by and see me, saying I had a couple of beautiful
women I wanted him to meet.


Kurt, being Kurt, was there in a flash. "Ahh, yes, "
he breathed. "They are quite exquisite, Gretchen.
I would like to perform with them very much. Hello, ladies. Did
Gretchen tell you about me?"


Kathy said, in a small voice: "We saw your last per-
formance."


"That is very good. Did you like our act?"


Here Kristen jumped in. "Oh, you were marvelous.
I never realized sex was like that."


Kurt looked a little taken aback by this, and shot a questioning
glance at me.


"Yes, Kurt, Kristen is a virgin, but she wants to perform."



"We have never done it with a virgin before, Gretchen.
Is this wise?", Kurt asked, sounding a little troubled.



"I'll take care of Kristen, " I said. "You
perform with Kathy. I'm fairly sure she can handle
you." I chuckled. "And if Kristen wants to do
more, we'll let her, OK?"


"Sounds fine to me, but you ought to get them ready;
we're on in 25 minutes. I'll see you ladies a little
later. I'm really looking forward to it." Kurt
gave Kathy a long smoldering look before padding out of the room,
her eyes following him with the look of a in a candy
store.


With Kurt out of the way, I turned to the girls. "OK.
Now you have to strip for me."


They stood there, wide-eyed, neither making a move. I walked
up to Kristen, and began unbuttoning her blouse, while
she just stood there quietly, letting me undress her. I pushed her open blouse back off her shoulders, then
unclipped her skirt and let it drop.


I was enjoying myself, guessing how Kristen must be feeling
to have another woman undress her. I remembered the first
time it happened to me, and hoped Kristen was enjoying it as much as I had. I smiled at her as I came in close,
reaching around behind her to unclip her bra, and stepping
back with it in my hands.


Yes, I liked her body as much as I'd thought I would.
She stood, now, just panty-clad, her arms at her side. It
was a good sign when they didn't try to cover their breasts. She had a small, but well-muscled and highly-
toned body. I like that in women. So often they're just
soft, and that does nothing for me.


But Kristen's was an athlete's body. She stood
there, with excitement in her eyes, and looking into mine.
I found myself wanting to feel her, but held myself back.



"Kristen, you're beautiful. I really mean it.
You're going to make a lot of people dream about you
tonight."


I now turned to Kathy and helped her take off her sweater.
After I'd pulled it off over her head she unfastened
her own skirt, then removed her bra and panties. Yes, I thought,
she's got some nerve. I don't know if I could have undressed myself like that the first
time.


The girls were now standing buck naked in front of me. Kathy
was a few inches taller than Kristen, and larger- boned,
and her breasts were a size or two larger than Kristen's. Both girls, however, were quite perfectly
proportioned.


"Come along, girls. We have to take a shower, then
oil our bodies, and we're running out of time."
I threw my French T onto the back of a chair and led them into the shower
stall. Oh yes, this was really going to be fun.


I started the water flow and stepped in, beckoning them
to follow. Once all three of us were wet, I started to soap
Kristen's body. I had my reasons for picking on her first. To my surprise, Kathy joined right in, and while
I soaped Kristen's front, Kathy was doing her back.



I roamed my hands all over Kristen's firm body; it was
heaven. I thoroughly soaped her up, massaging her breasts
until her nipples were standing at attention. She just
stood there with eyes closed, letting me do whatever I wanted, luxuriating in the sensation she was
getting from being massaged all over. Remembering my mission, I ran my hands down her flat stomach, and knelt
down in front of her to wash her thighs. As I did that I trailed
my hand over her love triangle. For a while I kept up a pretence of washing her light blonde pubic
hair, but then, without any warning, I pushed two fingers
deep between her pussy lips.


As I expected, Kristen jumped in surprise, but I had my answer.
Our little Krissy might be a virgin, but her hymen was gone,
so she'd had something in there. That was good. I was
glad to know that.


I apologized for my 'mistake', and Kristen and
I now turned our attention to Kathy. Once we'd washed
and oiled one another (and I enjoyed that too) it was time
to go.


"Well, girls, this is how it works. Kristen, you'll
be with me; and Kathy, you get Kurt. Don't worry; he'll
treat you gently. Kristen, you do whatever, and when- ever you like; no pressure. And if there's something
you don't like, just let me know."


With that, I took both girls by the hand and we walked out
on stage. There was immediate applause. Of course, I always
get applause, but this seemed to contain a note of expectation.


I guessed that the 'fact' that Kristen was a virgin
had reached the audience. That's one thing management
is good at, getting the word out to the clientele. Both girl
were nervous. They knew roughly what to expect but not really how to behave.


I was impressed to see that they didn't look awkward,
only a trifle subdued. "Step to center stage, Kristen.
Kathy, walk over there; that's where Kurt will come
in."


The girls did just as they were told, and I thrilled at the
sight, knowing this was their first time. Kristen was mine,
and I had everything ready.


Kurt came on stage to a fanfare, sporting his signature
hard-on, which, I thought, looked a little harder than
usual for a second performance. I wasn't at all of-
fended. After all, I felt the same way about Kristen.


He strode up to Kathy and took her in his arms. Mean- while
I walked up behind Kristen and wrapped my arms around her,
leaning my chin on her shoulder to watch Kurt and Kathy perform.
I didn't want to go too fast.


We saw Kurt spin Kathy round within his arms so that they
faced each other. He looked huge next to her, like a genie
with a fairy princess. He knelt in front of her and reached up to her shoulders with his massive hands,
then ran his big paws down over her breasts, her nipples,
down her firm stomach to her legs.


He did this several times with Kathy standing erect and
proud in front of him, obviously enjoying the sexual massage.
Suddenly, as if overcome by lust, Kurt took hold of Kathy by her shapely hips, and lowered her to the
floor as if in a ballet.


Unlike a ballet, however, he immediately sank his face
deep into the V of her golden thighs. Kathy was responding
beautifully, and I was becoming extremely wet from watching
them.


Almost without thinking, as I rested my chin on Kristen's
shoulder, I started toying with her nipples. We swayed
from side to side as we watched Kurt giving head, and I was
surprised, and pleased, when Kristen's hand crept up and started caressing my cheek.


Kurt was putting on a great show, and the audience were getting
excited, some of the regulars on their feet to get a better
view. Kathy's hips were writhing under Kurt's
mouth, and she was obviously not acting.


After a while Kurt crept, still on his knees, up to Kathy's
lovely face. He plunged an arm under her upper body and pulled
her up from the floor. Still kneeling, and with only one
hand for support, he began pas- sionately frenching her. Soon Kathy was struggling for
air but Kurt, in dominant mood, kept up the suction.


Meanwhile, my little vixen had found my mouth with her hand
and inserted a finger, a move that had taken me six months
to devise for myself. I began to think Kristen might have
natural talent for sex.


Becoming aware that she was pushing back against me in a
slow rhythm, I stopped paying attention to Kathy and Kurt and gave my full attention to my own partner. I turned
Kristen around in my arms and kissed her on the lips, lightly
at first, then a little harder, then we started frenching.


We stood in the middle of the stage, our bodies pressed together,
and over fifty strangers watched as my little Kristen began
kissing me in earnest. I was amazed at how quickly she'd
become aroused. A new girl normally just lets things happen,
but Kristen was obviously enjoying her little exhibitionist
fling, and was pre- pared to take the lead if she felt like it.


The crowd started cheering us on by name. I think, by now,
they all knew about Kristen's virginity, and that
this was a rare one-off experience. I pulled back from Kristen
and knelt down in front of her. I had intended demonstrating some of my famous tongue action, but she
did the unexpected again and knelt down with me, clamping onto my mouth again and giving me a little tongue
herself.


Eventually I pulled away, whispering: "Kristen, I want you to get on all fours, because I'm
going to fuck you from behind. The audience will love it,
and I guarantee you will too. Trust me, sweety."


Kristen frowned, but did as she was told, going down on all
fours and waiting for me. As I crawled around behind her
I was able to examine her body. In the light of the club her
skin seemed to glow with its own inner light. I was moved by her beauty as I raised myself up to lean
on her strong, smooth athletic back.


I reached between her legs and began stroking her cunt slit,
rubbing my knuckles against her clitoris at the end of each
stroke. I wasn't surprised to find that she was wet; so was I...


I was finding jerking her off even more enjoyable than doing
myself. Her body shivered each time my hand touched her
love-button, and I enjoyed that too.


To know that this girl had never had anyone's hands
on her before, that her sexual pleasures had previously
only been self-induced, and that I was her first, really
got me going.


I signaled to the stagehand and he threw me my prop. I whispered
to Kristen: "Sweety, I'm going to fuck you very
soon. Trust me. I won't hurt you. Just stay loose and
let it happen, OK?"


She just moaned in reply, rhythmically thrusting her behind
back onto my fingers. I pushed my leg between hers and let
her hump my thigh. Meanwhile, I took my famous strap-on
"manhood" and slipped one end into myself, then strapped on the support harness.


Oh, it felt so good to be full. I always feel powerful when
I wear a strap-on; I sometimes think I can use a fake dick
better that most men use their real ones. But then I have an advantage; I know what it feels like to have
a man fuck me. No matter how hard they try to imagine it, heterosexual
men can never really know that feeling.


I felt a little thrill when I realized that Kristen didn't
know it either... yet.


I pulled my leg back from between Kristen's while she
groaned with frustration. Then, leaning back a little,
I rubbed my "manhood" against her glistening
pussy lips. I said softly: "Kristen dear, I want you
to reach back and put me inside you."


She looked back through her legs, and I felt her body jerk
in surprise when she saw my life-like 10-incher. I said:
"Trust me, Kristen. You're going to enjoy this,
I promise."


She slowly reached back between her legs and fingered my
'cock'. After a while I had to say it again, a little
more urgently this time. "Kristen, please put my
cock against your opening. Do it now; everyone's calling for you to do it. Can't you hear them, Kristen?
They're waiting for me to take your virginity. Do you
want me to, sweety? Do you?" My heart was pounding
as she now took my fake cock and pulled it towards her cunt,
making 'my half' of the dildo move inside me as
she did so.


She placed it at her opening, and I gently urged my hips forward
to penetrate her pussy lips. Kristen cried out as her virgin
pussy was stretched, but I didn't stop.


Slowly I inserted an inch. She was quaking under me, but
whether from pain or pleasure I neither knew nor cared.
I was simply concentrating on doing my little American
princess, so I rhythmically went an inch deeper, then another.


The crowd was going wild by this time. I could hear Kristen's
breath coming fast and shallow, like a woman in childbirth
using the Lamaze method.


Successive thrusts went deeper into her stretched opening
until, finally, I bottomed out. All ten inches were inside
my little princess, and she wasn't screaming into
the night.


The audience was egging me on with a low, rhythmic chant
of: "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!...", and
that's what I did, and Kristen seemed not to mind one
bit.


Thrust in, pull out, thrust in, pull out... The rhythm started
slow, and built up. I know what a crowd likes -and that is
a big dick going in and out of a pretty, wet cunt. It sounds crude, but that's human nature,
and I make a lot of money because I understand it.


So that's what I did to Kristen. I gave her a lot of dick;
fake dick, to be sure, but good dick. She was really getting
into it - I could hear her groan at the peak of each thrust
- and I knew that she was going to reach the summit tonight.


The crowd were making a terrific din, but Kristen was in
her own little world. I was holding her around the stomach,
keeping up the pace, when I felt her tummy muscles start
to ripple, and her body began to jerk under me. Then she began screaming: "OH yes! YES!
OH GOD YES!", and thrusting back at me as hard as I was
thrusting into her.


Each of her movements pushed my half of the two-way dildo
against my clitoris, and within a minute I experienced
the most exquisite orgasm I think I've ever had.


Knowing that Kristen was coming as a result of my efforts
greatly helped to push me over. We shook and spasmed as one,
our juices and perspiration mixing as we were simultaneously
overcome.


All of a sudden Kristen seemed to lose her strength and began
to sag under me. I couldn't hold her up, so she fell to
the floor of the stage, sprawling out under me, pulling
my vinyl 'manhood' out of her body while the audience roared with approval.


I looked down at her sweet, limp body and smiled. An expression
of utter bliss was on her face, her eyes were closed and she
was breathing hard. She's a natural, I thought. She
wasn't acting, but didn't need to; she was a natural.


I heard another part of the audience shouting Kurt's
name and, still on my knees above Kristen, I looked around
to see how he was getting on.


He was pounding away like a machine at Kathy's pussy.
From my angle I could see his huge cock pulling out of her,
then disappearing back into her like a snake into its hole. Kathy was oblivious to everything but the
fine screwing she was getting from Kurt.


I knew how that could be, having been there a few times myself.
I looked down at Kristen. She was curled into a ball, her
knees up to her chest, lying on her side and facing the audience with her eyes still closed.


Then I looked back at Kurt. His bottom was rising and falling.
I knew that even if he came inside Kathy he'd keep up the rhythm till she had an orgasm; he could do that.
I felt I ought to join in, so I stood up, my fake member in one
hand, and skipped over to the rutting couple.


I knelt behind Kurt and looked questioningly at the audience.
They cheered me on: "Do him! Go on, do him!" I usually ask Kurt in advance if I'm going to do my reverse
routine, but things were different tonight.


The only warning I could give him was to bend over him and
rub my nipples against his back. He didn't seem to notice
me, however, or perhaps he didn't care - I don't
know which.


So I grabbed hold of my still-wet and slick 'cock'
and pushed the head against Kurt's rear door. I let
him take me in at his own speed. Each time he pulled out of Kathy he impaled himself on my 'dick'. I'd
sort of follow him down a little when he thrust into her again,
so that with every backward move of his hips my "dick"
buried itself a little deeper in his ass.


Eventually it was buried up to the hilt. I always like doing
men. It's a trip to turn the tables and, besides, the
crowd always loves it.


Every time Kurt pumped into Kathy, he'd pull himself
off my 'cock'; and whenever he pulled his own dick
out of her, he'd get mine deep in his rear.


Therefore, while Kathy was getting the screwing of her
life, Kurt was getting banged up at the same time. We put
on quite a show. It isn't easy to maintain a rhythm like that, but Kurt and I knew what we were doing.


At last Kathy started to convulse in her final orgasm. Both
Kurt and I could tell that he'd used her up; that she
couldn't take much more. She was making unintel- ligible noises as her beautiful body flopped around uncontrollably
underneath Kurt.


Then, to my surprise, Kurt himself started to come. I could
tell, because I was stroking his shaft evey time he pulled
out before thrusting in again, and all of a sudden I felt hot fluids gushing out over my hand.


I smiled triumphantly at the audience, holding out my dripping
hand up for everyone to see. Kurt now fell sprawling on top
of Kathy, pulling free from me, then rolled off her prostrate
body.


I was so breathless I just stayed on my knees, jacking my
vinyl 'cock' in my hand, actually pushing it in
and out of my vagina, though the crowd just saw a woman masturbating her dildo. I liked doing that; it was kind
of my trade-mark.


After a minute I jumped up and pulled off my strap-on, holding
it above my head like a trophy, and Kurt got up and stood next
to me. The music swelled. There we stood, in the middle of
the stage, two blonde Germans, with our two American conquests, used-up and prostrate,
on either side of us. It was a very erotic, and a symbolic
scene, believe me.