My Slutty Wife’s Halloween Party

Many of you read and enjoyed the story about my slutty wife’s nudist holiday. Brenda is still up to her old tricks. You might like to hear about her shenanigans a week ago at the Zephyr Adult Movie Theater in Hollywood, California we attended the annual adult Halloween party.

The movie house was once a gay venue where gays sucked cock and spit cum at the screen. Gang fucks, where one guy would lay face down bare assed in the aisle, and other men would take quickly take anal advantage. All you had to do in the theater was drop your shorts and someone would nail your rectum or the alternative.

In recent times there has been a change in the adult theater’s clientele. It is no longer called a gay theater. Swingers and bisexuals, as well as kinky folks, are now welcome. Anything goes as long as the sex acts are consensual. To prevent bullying, Mambo, a 350-pound security guard, has his nose in any forced encounter. It’s a safe place where Brenda can give her hairless pussy a thorough safe workout on a Saturday night.

If you were there, you probably would have seen us. I was dressed like a yellow banana but my face was unmasked. I’m about 5 foot 10 inches tall, and I like to think I’m a very passable guy at twenty-eight years. I work in production at an adult movie studio in Burbank. I have brown hair with a slight curl. My eyes are hazel, and my nose is good enough to pass as a redo, but it’s original. When I was a kid, other children teased me because my lips were large. Now I’m told they are sexy, kissable, and perfect for cunnilingus, rimming, or cock sucking. I have a muscular build due to high school and college varsity wrestling teams. Of course, without daily workouts, I’ve gone up to 170 pounds, but no complaints. Back then I was looking too thin.

My cock is not supersized, a mere 7 1/4 inches, but no one has ever complained about my exuberant fucking. It must be that extra 1/4 inch? I do have huge meatballs. I get hard and stay hard, and I always try to satisfy my partners, whoever they may be. On a good night without sniffing amyl nitrate, I can get it up three times. After that, if I’m still horny or trying to please, I’ll offer my mouth or my backside to be accommodating.

The night of the Halloween Party, Brenda was dressed as a harem girl wearing a very transparent minuscule costume that revealed her sexual charms. Even a blind man would have noticed her long nipples, full DD breasts (not the low hang variety), and her shaved lower extremities in all their glory.

If you are into classic cinema, my wife is a sex star, a unique athletic 25-year-old, who currently looks like a cross between Jean Harlow and Mamie Van Doren. Brenda has a pretty face, beautiful teeth, and a quick smile. Her platinum hair is medium length falling over her ears and sculpted with bangs. She has full natural lips, the kind you would love to kiss. High cheekbones frame her big eyes, a pretty neck, and a curvy ass that your oversized cock will find welcoming. I will refer to her as Brenda or Bee, B-girl, or just B during my description of her cyclonic activities. Whatever name I call her, I’m always talking about her.

The B-girl is intelligent and likes to tease. She has a great sense of humor. She eats tons of food but never seems to put on any weight. She stands about 5’8,” but most people think she is taller. If they meet her when she is seated, they are surprised when she stands up. Blame it on those super long legs, which she can wrap around your waist like a python while you are fucking her. She likes sexy clothes and knows how to wear them, but she prefers to go nude when it’s orgy time.

I shouldn’t tell you about her vagina, but I will. It is gorgeous, like a flower surrounded with petal-like labia. More than one partner has tried to nibble the fringe on her labia. Her secret weapon is a hard nodule in her clit hat will set off a dick like a firecracker—something like that famous tongue piercing adjunct for fellatio. Her clit is just inside her vagina, but can pop out when she is aroused. Her vag looks tiny but will stretch a mile.

Brenda has an extra-long tongue and no inhibitions about using it, even on your ass. I’ve seen her socket a twelve-inch penis in her vagina without straining. That should give you some ideas of how formidable a sex bomb she is.

No, I’m not ashamed to say, my wife, Brenda, is a slut. She is the biggest slut I’ve ever known, but that is why I married her. I love a woman with no inhibitions. She was voted “the biggest slut” in a Beverly Hills High School Facebook poll. The only other alumni who earned that distinction was the famous Monica, whose cum soaked skirt sunk the ship, S.S. Clinton. Brenda used to wear large earring hoops in high school with a book cover announcing, “if your d*** can’t pass through these ear hoops, please f*** me.”

Brenda had no desire to lose her “biggest slut” title when she attended college at USC. After class, she made frequent forays to Mexican dive bars where she’d end up with her back mashed into the green felt of the pool table, while Jose, Jose, and Jose climbed aboard. The attention men and women still pay her indicates that she is still in her prime, but she laughs and says,

“Oh no, I’m just an everyday girl who likes sex.”

On our honeymoon in Miami, a parade of young Cubans she had met invaded our suite. After a run, I came up to the room and found her with her vag, ass, and mouth filled by three guys simultaneously. She was somehow jerking off the fourth. I had to get the sheets changed more than once on that trip. I am not jealous, but I don’t like to sleep in sheets that are wet from other guys’ cum dripping.

After we were married a while, B-girl feared our sex life was getting vanilla. At her instance, I placed an advert on an internet site inviting adults who wanted to fuck “a masked beauty” to contact us. I directed them to a dive motel where these one-day marathon sessions were usually conducted on national holidays. I’d check the guys in one by one, make sure they were clean, issue them a condom, and off they’d go. The lineup looked like the delegates at the United Nations. Once the Covid started, we cut out those stunts.

A month ago, thinking the pandemic was over, we decided to attend the Halloween Costume Event at the Zephyr Adult Movie Theater, which opened after an extended closure. Of course, the venue required vaccination cards and masks for the safety of all.

We ate a nice meal at noon so that Brenda could douche more than once in preparation for anal sex. Her ass was, afterward, “as clean as an hourglass.”

We got to the Theater around ten p.m., entering the swinging shiny golden glass doors. Everyone was wearing terrific costumes. Brenda ran right to the popcorn stand and asked for a cup of hot butter.

“What do you need that for?” said the popcorn guy.

Brenda said, “I’ll show you,” and ran behind the stand, squeezing through the tight entrance, grabbing the guy, she stuck her finger into the butter tray. She then thrust her hands into his loose pants, lubing him up with the hot butter. and proceeded to jerk him off into a plastic soda cup that half filled with hot jizz.

“The popcorn butter is the best cock lube,” said B-girl, and it tastes good too,” wiping her hands clean on some paper napkins.

“No charge Mam, please come back again,” said the clerk as he gave her a plastic a cup of popcorn butter– we were off to the races!

Brenda, with her long legs, ran on ahead of me. When I got down into the gallery, it took a while to spot her. There she was down in the first row where a black guy we knew was seated. Bubba has a huge cock and was dressed in a toga as if he was the a Roman Emperor.

Three or four guys in various brief costumes were waiting in a line to suck him off. Each guy had trouble getting the big dong into their mouths and no one was expert enough to get Bubba’s rocks off. When Bubba saw Brenda, he said,

“White girl, I know from past encounters that you are up to this level of cock.”

Brenda reached over, parted his robe, and played with his balls, deftly lubing his big dick with the butter sauce. His shiny cock looked like some sea monster. B-girl opened her big mouth and used her tongue to toy with his cock’s head, as she slid his foreskin down. Bubba was responding,

“That’s it, baby, you got it, don’t stop,” and moments later, Bubba reached out to grab her head in his massive hands so she could not pull away as his throbbing penis finally gave up its sperm, like a whale at sea shooting through its blowhole.

“Don’t hold her down, I shouted, she has to breath.”

Moments later, Brenda surfaced with her mouth full of cum. She could hardly speak, Bubba had filled her throat, and in her struggle to breathe, you could see the while stringy cum glob streaming out her nose.

“Are you ok baby,” Bubba said, “I hope I didn’t cause you any distress?”

Brenda was busy wiping the cum off her face and trying to swallow what was in her mouth. B-girl could hardly utter a sound except for a gurgle, but she gave the man a two-fisted thumbs up and ran to embraced Bubba. The sticky cum load on her face ended up on his tee-shirt.

I walked her back to the unisex bathroom to help her wash up. Inside I noticed two guys blowing each other. They never looked up. They had somehow lost their clown costumes that lay scattered across the tile floor. I helped Brenda and she gargled out what remained of the white cream pie stuck to her teeth like a stick of Turkish taffy.

“How do you feel, Baby?”

“I’m ok, ready for more for sex. The night is young!” Brenda said.

“Give your mouth a rest,” I suggested.

“Yeah, you are probably right.”

As we were walking out of the lavatory, one of the blowjob twins said,

“Hey, mister, could you piss on us?”

What the hell? I had to whizz anyway.

“Brenda, I have to piss, could you can hold my dick?”

B-girl took over as if she was the fire chief, and my dick was the firehose. She sprayed the two guys, mostly on their faces. I wasn’t even finished pissing when they were thanking me.

Of course, Brenda, now having ditched her sperm-filled wet armless harem tee-shirt, ran off. I returned to the sink to wash off my dick. She was roaming the aisles with her tits nude for all to see. Even some of the gay boys were entranced and were questioning their sexual preferences.

Very soon, a good-looking tattooed girl with a rubber snake wrapped around her torso got entangled with Brenda. When I finally caught up with them, the tattooed girl had just moved from sucking Brenda’s nips to licking her vag. They say no man is as good at cunnilingus as a lesbian broad, and as I watched her performance, I had to admit that old saying was probably true.

“Oh, that was good,” said B-girl, “You’ve got me orgasming. Who’s next?”

The tattooed girl looked disappointed but lifted her head from B’s crotch and stepped back, making room for a burly bearded bearish man who quickly took her place. He was dressed as a Taliban and pushed me out of the way. The bear dropped his shorts, starting to fall to his knees in front of Brenda. B-girl reached out and grabbed for his six-inch cock. I handed her a condom, and she put it in her mouth, rolling it on him orally. The Bear smiled and shoved his cock inside her very wet pussy with a plopping noise.”

The lesbian girl turned to me, “If I knew she was into men, I’d have left her alone.”

“Not just men, my wife digs all comers. I know she enjoyed your service. When this guy is done, you should do clean up.”

“Ugh, no chance, I don’t follow dick,” and the lesbian ran adjusting her snake wrap.”

With that famous twist of her hips, Bee got the Bear to cum rather quickly, but when the Bear tried to pull out, Bee tightened her vag muscles, clamping down on the Bear’s still very swollen cock.

“I’m stuck,” he yelled, “I can’t get out. Get a doctor.”

B-girl just started laughing and released her cunt muscles, cutting the Taliban bear loose. Some skinny guy dressed as a homeless person and asked if he could have the sperm-filled condom. The Bear handed it right over to him. The skinny guy put the open end of the filled condom to his mouth, put his head back, and drained the entire packet of its sperm contents.

“Thank’s, Sir. I have a testosterone problem, and drinking it regulates me. It also gives me hot flashes.”

“Me too,” says Brenda. At these shindigs, I swallow a ton of cum, and the next day I feel like my clit is hot and I’m growing a cock.

“Are you a real homeless guy?” said B-girl.

“Of course not,” said the man, “But I could use a few dollars.”

By now, two other guys were waiting and they started laughing.

“You guy ready to fuck,” said Bee.

“Let’s two-time her,” said Phil, the short guy who was wearing a gorilla costume.

I wasn’t sure what he meant, but his pal Warren, dressed as a young Joe Biden, stepped out of his jockstrap, exposing a discrete penis and two well-shaped eggs. I handed him a condom. Warren rolled it on, fitted his dick easily into B’s puss, and vigorously set into fucking my wife. His pal, Phil, got behind him and stuck his dick in Warren’s ass hole and began fucking him.

“I love a fuck session with a cock in my ass.,” said Warren, the taller of the two, “You get it–fucking and being fucked.” Finally, Warren pulled out, but the inside of the condom was dry.

“Not much cum, buddy,” said Brenda.

“It is what it is,” said Warren.”I’ve got a viagra hard-on, but my balls are empty.”

“Still holding tight to Warren’s ass. Phil said to Brenda, “Next time, I’ll do you first,” After another few humps, Phil dropped his load in Warren’s ass.”

“There ya go,” B-girl said, turning to Warren, “But I wanna see you cum. Do you want me to suck you off?” Said Brenda.

“Sure, if you want.”

“Oh, don’t waste your time,” said Phil, “Once he’s done, he is done.”

“You wanna bet $20,” says Brenda.”

Phil’s nodded in agreement.

B-girl grabbed Phil’s flaccid dick and stuffed his cock into her mouth, sucking dick like a steam engine. Reaching around, Bee got a few fingers in his butt and worked them inside until she could feel his prostate. Between her sucking and the prostate massage, in three minutes Warren was moaning and shouting. Then he came like a water fountain, one pulsation after another. When the gurgle was over, Bee spit out his cum, saying,

“I usually swallow, but I had to show Phil that you really came in order to win the bet,” with a big grin, Brenda continued,

“You boys think you are the only ones who know how to suck dick. I hope now you’ve learned something.”

His buddy Phil handed me the $20 bill shaking his head.

I suggested to Bee that we sit down for a few minutes and rest. Of course, with Brenda’s big tits bare, it didn’t take long for some older little guy dressed like Tom Mix the cowboy to stop. He undid his trousers and revealed a very sizable dick. It looked a little strange.

“What’s with your cock?” I asked.

“Oh, it been stuffed, a plastic surgical procedure. I was always embarrassed by my small dick so I had it stuffed by Dr. Dick, the cock surgeon.”

“Ok, said Brenda, “If you’d excuse me, my cunt is resting up. If you want to give me a butt fuck, that would be fine.”

“I’d like that very much,” said the grey-haired cowboy, “I actually prefer that end of the bargain.”

“Hold on, Pops,” said B, “let me get down on all fours.”

“That’ll be good cause you are taller than me,” said the grey-haired guy stroking himself.

Brenda asked for my jacket to cushion her knees from the rug bristles, and Pops asked if he could fuck without a condom.

“No,” I said, “We have a strict rule about barebacking.”

“No problem said the old guy,” waving a paper in front of me, “But I have an STD test done earlier today, and as you can see, I’m clean.”

Brenda grabbed the paper and read it carefully.

“Ok, Pops, it’s gonna be skin to skin for me and you.”

“Oh, thank you, it never feels as good wearing a glove.”

“I agree,” said Bee, “But it is what it is.”

I was relieved because I didn’t know if the Magnum condom would have stretched over his wide penis. His dick wasn’t long but looked like a beer can, too wide for a standard condom. I always have a few Magnums in my pocket just in case. Seeing his prick, sticking out of his white pants, handed Brenda some high-end lube to rub on his dick and told her to apply some on her bare pussy.

Pops got behind her and leaned over her back, to examine her tattoos. There is a sizable technicolor cobra just above her poop shoot. The cowboy had a bit of a struggle getting inside. He winced and pushed his ass buster mostly inside. I dripped more popcorn butter lube on the slit of her ass cheeks, knowing it would drain onto his dick. With a mighty heave, the Cowboy jammed his behemoth, all of it, inside. Brenda gave out with an ‘Oa-oa’ sound. The old guy was in no rush and began to see-saw fuck her slowly.

A tall younger guy standing nearby dressed in a Star Trek outfit took down his pants, stripped off his brief red underwear, and revealed his red-headed hard-on he got from watching Pops fuck Brenda’s ass. Seeing his predicament, and sensing Pops had a while yet to churn her butt before his release, Brenda motioned the Star Trek guy closer, extending her hand, grabbing his dick, and she started jerking him off. He came very quickly, squirting a shower of cum on my feet. Meanwhile, Pops was still coming around the mountain.

Another guy, dressed as a Devil, holding a pitchfork, with a potbelly and a head of curly hair, said, “I’m next,” and parted his robe to offered Brenda his hairy cock. She set out jerking him off using some of the cum juice from the previous Star Trek jerk off. When the old cum started to get pasty, I dripped some popcorn butter on her fist. That seemed to work nicely, but this time I stepped back to avoid the cum shower from the space cadet.

“No offense intended,” said B-girl, “But you should trim that dick bush a little.”

“You’re right, sorry about that.”

“No biggie and she patted his cock’s head.

Finally, Pops seemed to have hit his groove, and giving Bee a few hard stuffings, he pulled out of her tight ass, spritzing cum all over the place.

“Brenda, you should rest a bit, the night is far from over.”

Ok, you’re probably right.

Then looking at me, B-girl said,

“Why don’t you take a walk around? Maybe you’ll find something you’d enjoy fucking.”

“Ok, Bee, here are some condoms. Make sure the fuckers use them,” and I got up to take a walkabout.

I climbed up the carpeted stairs to the tiny balcony, thinking I’d get a birds-eye view from above. Looking down, I could see Brenda talking to some gal, maybe the tattooed lesbian who didn’t want to mess with a cunt after a dick was in it? Between the carnival lights and a haze, it was hard to see.

Someone taps me on the shoulder. Is it someone I know? It’s dark, but I squint, and whoever it looked familiar.

“Do I know you?”

“You sure have a shit memory, white boy. You fucked the shit out of my ass at the Que Bath House a few months ago.”

“Oh yes, it’s so dark, but hearing your beautiful voice, I know exactly who you are. Wasn’t your name, ‘Damien?”

I look closely and I can see my trans friend is dressed in a punk rock costume that would be ideal for a Ramones’ concert. She had a very short blue faded levy mini skirt, a see-through top showing her swollen hormonal tits and she wore a a large safety pin through her ear. Lest I forget, she had black shiny high topped combat boots with a four-inch heels. Her hair was the same yellowish bleached blond I remembered playing with while I fucked her.

“I’m surprised you remember me, although your cock made quite an impression on my ass. I could feel your dick, even two days after, as if you were still inside fucking me.”

“That’s nice to hear. Yes, it was fun. How have you been?”

“You were supposed to call me up after our session.”

“I must have lost your number,” I sensed Damian was annoyed with me. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

“That yellow banana outfit is a trip. Hey, would you give me a rim job?”

“Sure, if that would make us friends again.”

Moments later, Damian, a golden-colored tranny, turned away. She leaned on the folded movie seat, sizable bubble butt staring me right in the face. I started licking up and down the ass crease that divided her butt cheeks.

“That’s good, don’t stop,” she said, pleasure clouding her voice and turning to a lower register from the higher-pitched girly voice I was used to.

Pleased that to see she was responding, I started working my finger into her ass as I was licking her. Then something gooey hit my tongue. It tasted like…oh shit, it was cum.

“Damien, you didn’t say you had a cum load in your ass?”

“Oh yeah, but that was an hour ago, sorry, but please continue.”

“Are you mad at me for not calling, so you pulled this little trick? Not cool.”

“Ok, I’m jealous. I thought we were going to be a twosome, and then after a great afternoon, all you left me with was cum in my ass, so now I’m giving it back to you, well actually someone else’s cum.”

“I’m sorry, I understand.”

Not wanting to spoil the moment, I attempted to curl my tongue around the festering mess and licked and spit it out. I continued to finger her luscious ass while Damien was wiggling around and grabbing for my dick, which was fully erect.

“What the hell, ” I thought, “her ass was pre-lubed with the remnants of someone’s cum bomb, so I put my arm around her, grabbed her small “clit” as she called it, and I stuck my bareback cock in her ass, like a rocket heading for Mars. I gave her hard, harsh solid stokes to remind her who owned her ass from now on, my pubic bone smashing into her soft, vibrant butt fat.

At the same time, I started to beat her off, hard, even punishing, holding tight to her tiny cock. I wasn’t pleased with her behavior, but I was beginning to enjoy our sex. I worked her ‘clit’ in a circular motion while pumping my penis to her. As expected, she came first. Men may take a while to climax, but transsexuals are often hyper-sexed and will ejaculate more quickly, an excellent quality, that makes sex more pleasurable as it requires no extra effort to satisfy them.

My wife is a phenomenal partner, but after all her sexual athletics, her ass hole is not tight unless she clamps down. Being inspired by Damien’s moist emission filling my palm, I was about ready to deposit a new load in her tight ass hole. My cum shot deep inside her. I enjoyed this moment, releasing a sizable emission of sperm, forgiving her youthful indiscretion.

Once we’d had observed the rites of reconciliation with embraces and kisses, Damien asked,

“Who was the bitch you were escorting earlier?”

“Oh, that’s my wife.”

“What’s her name?”

“She’s Brenda, a real super slut.”

“Where is she now?”

“I left her down below. By now she’s probably being fucked by five guys.”

“She’s into that kind of shit?”

“Yeah, she is.”

“Will she blow me?”

“But you just came.”

“No problem, I got at least one more load if she knows how to suck cock real good.”

“Don’t think I don’t get what you are doing, Damien.”

“Oh, come on, I never got a blowjob from the wife of a guy who just fucked me. bareback. You know you should have asked me first.

“Why? You obviously weren’t taking any precautions before I got here.”

‘I know the guy who fucked me first, he’s clean.”

“I hope so, I don’t want to infect my wife.”

“Oh fuck her.”

“That not very nice of you to say that.:

“I’m sorry, I’m jealous.”

“Don’t be, we have an open relationship. It won’t stop us from falling in love.”

“Is that what we are doing?”

“I get the feeling you are thinking that your sex life is some kind of ‘Ripley’s Believe It or Not.” Asking to have sex with my wife is like me asking if your Mom will let me butt fuck her? Cause I’ve never fucked the Mom of a girl from whom I just sucked out someone else’s cream pie before dropping a load in her ass?”

“This is getting too complicated. I get it, you think I disrespected you, but leave my Mom out of this,” said Damien.

“Sorry. Jesus, you are sensitive.”

“I lost my Mom at an early age.”

“That’s sad, I didn’t know that.”

I was still wearing my banana costume which had a convenient cutout for my erection. I pulled up my jock and I led Damian downstairs, knowing she seemed obsessed with including Brenda in our relationship. I began to go along with the idea as we walked hand in hand down the balcony stairs looking for my wife.

We found Brenda in the middle of a sex act. The tattooed lady must have had second thoughts because she had returned and had her head burrowed in Brenda’s snatch, scrubbing any loose cum nuggets out of B’s puss.

When B-girl looked up and saw us, I introduced Damien. Damian immediately asked, “When you guys finish, would you give me a blow job?”

“You’re my husband’s girlfriend, aren’t you? He told me all about your afternoon delight at the bathhouse?”

“I guess that was me before he abandoned me. after we had such good sex together.”

“You’re very pretty. I can see why hubby likes you. I’d bet you’ve got a tight ass hole?”

“Tight enough, ain’t had no complaints, probably tighter than your’s”

“Oh no Miss, there is no need for us to enter into a catfight. I’m not into the question of tightness. I’m into getting really big dicks inside my real pussy.”

“How did you get stuck with your hubby, his dick ain’t that big. It’s a pretty penis but it’s not gonna give you the filled-up feeling you get from a twelve-inch black dick.”

“He has other attributes, sweetie.”

“I’m sure.”

“Wouldn’t you rather fuck me?” said Bee, lifting Damien’s skirt, “With that tiny dick of yours getting hard under your mini.”

“So now who’s getting nasty. I really don’t dig pussy, but your big lips say you are a Blow Job Queen. Your hubby just rimed my cummy ass out and then snuck his dick into my ass, fucking me without even asking permission.”

“You don’t look like a girl who needs a dick to ask permission.”

“So now who’s being bad.”

Your hubby said you will do me this favor. I did it for him.”

“Oh, have you?”

“You don’t want to hear how much.”

“Ok, if you say so,” said B-girl.

About that time, the tat gal lifted her head out of B’s pussy and leaned back.

Wow, said Damien, “You do have a gorgeous pussy and it’s magnificently clean and shiny.”

“Ok, said my wife. I know what and why you want this. You think it will put you one up on me, but I’ll do it. Sit down in my seat. I’ll get on my knees between your legs.”

They traded places. Damien removed her brief skirt, no panties visible. Then I remembered they were in my pocket.

“Sweetie, I will say you’ve got a nice tiny dick. I mean clit, very pretty for a trans-girl.”

“That’s sweet of you to say. As you said, I’m not into size. A big dick on a tranny is not, in my eyes, very feminine. I’m a ‘pre-op’ if you want to know, but still undecided if I want to go with bottom surgery.”

“Well, you’ve got two nice titties, so far. I’d say, stay the way you are,” said Bee, “It doesn’t make much difference to the guys unless it does to you.”

“I guess it depends on the sexual sophistication of the guy.”

“Look, Honey, if they accept you as a trans, then they accept you. And if not, then tell them to go fuck themselves.”

“I guess you are right. I’m glad we met, I’m beginning to like you.”

“Well, let’s get the show on the road,” said Bee, “since we are family now,” and Bee lifted Damian’s legs onto her shoulders. Brenda took a slurp of the butter sauce and used it to lube up Damian’s dick and ass.

Since Damien had just cum it took a while to get her ready. When Damien’s ‘cliter-erection’ began to flag, Bee took a rubber hair thingy out of her hair and wrapped the elastic around Damien’s cock and balls. That did the trick, she hardened up.

I was tempted to push Bee away and finish the job myself, but the tat gal was on her knees in front of me sucking my left ball. I couldn’t stop her, and I was getting ready to cum again.

Bee was having no problem, I think in some strange way she was enjoying blowing my ‘girlfriend.’ Brenda increased her rhythm of the old in and out. She was not only sucking but flicking out her tongue to lick tiny Damiens balls. I could see she’d gotten her fingers deep into Damien’s ass hole. Bee was now in complete control. My ‘girlfriend’ was like a yoyo on a string. Damian opened her mouth, and took a deep breath, and Bingo! She came with a colossal burst of love juice that filled my wife’s mouth.

Maybe Brenda was tired of cum swallowing because she let the spit and sperm dribble out of her mouth over Damien’s cock and balls or perhaps that was a sign of jealousy. Not wanting to see Damien offended, I leaned over and licked her clit clean. The tat lady, being pulled while I freshened Damien’s crotch, let go of my ball, so I never got to cum at that moment. I enjoyed working with my wife to please what was now established to be my girlfriend.

Damien was feeling really good, “I’m liking you wifey, thank you.”

Brenda smiled, “That’s ok baby, there is nothing like a good ejaculation to get to know each other. You see we can have fun together.”

By now, we were all in need of a rest. We sat down on the red cushioned theater chairs and turned our attention to the screen. A collection of porn snip-its, from Linda Lovelace to Marlon Brando’s anal butter act, was being projected, followed by a bunch of amateur couplings.

I felt pleased that we were all together, in a strange way, I felt Damien might become my secret love, albeit one that I might not congregate with frequently, but the distance does make the heart grow fonder. I’m sure I could find more time for her if I stopped catting around. I guess I should have expected that.

After the porno film, I was surprised when the very gay DJ, dressed like Judy Garland, although taller, with his hair piled high on his head, came out on the stage and announced a contest for the biggest dick or cunt present. He invited those in the audience who felt they qualified to come upon the stage. He announced that the volume of the audience’s clapping would determine the finalists.

I guess the big guns knew who they were. About ten guys came forward. The DJ stood to the side and pointed. The contestants were either nude or partially in costume but had their cock and balls sticking out. One had an American flag tied to his prick. An Indian contestant dressed as a Swami, with a face that looked like that doctor on CNN, was eliminated. He had a very long thin dick, and two peanut-sized balls that probably cost him the crowd’s pleasure.

The black man, Bubba, that Bee had blown earlier, was a winner. An older guy with grey hair and an unruly grey bush-covering his sizable cock was dressed as a spaceman was not a crowd pleaser. There was nothing special about him, but I thought he deserved a chance but as Nero, the Roman dictator, was known to say, “only the best belong in my arena.”

A square-headed crew cut white guy, about fifty, with massive musculature and a hairless body was wearing only a white sailor’s cap. I couldn’t get the image of him out of my head and hoped to have an opportunity to play with his endowments. His beautiful full-sized cock and balls looked like a torpedo with cannonballs. I would have blown him any day swallowed every drop. He was an easy winner.

The next contestant was a woman. She was well prepared and carried a large yellow gourd onto the stage with her. I didn’t know what she planned to do with it, but I should have. She bent forward, pored lube over it, and stuffed the whole gourd inside her vagina. This gourd, far larger than any cock on the stage, made her an instant winner. The crowd went wild.

A Latino guy with a baby face and curly dark hair under his period hat was dressed as one of the Three Musketeers, fielded and a blood-red boner of medium sword length. He was a favorite, but his circumsized penis, with a thick mushroom head was not gigantic to make him a winner.

The last entry was a butch gal who came on stage with an assistant. Her pussy was hidden under a loincloth. Her assistant untied the covering, then laid down in front of her. In one graceful move she stuck her foot inside her partner’s. gaping vagina. Not just the foot but up to the knee. I don’t think an act like that was ever seen before. Based on the applause, the ‘foot in cunt gal’ won 1st place, the giant black cock won second, and the gourd lady won third. You might say it was ‘Lady’s Day. Each winner was given a free pass to the Zephyr for the next three months. B-girl had her eye on the Musketeer for a future encounter.

“I’d be happy to have a sword fight with that cutie,” said Brenda.

I was disappointed that there was no entry for biggest asshole, but not every dream comes true. The foot-in-puss lady and the big black guy put on an impromptu fuck session that blew everyone’s mind. Bubba, after fucking the huge pussy, pulled out his sea monster and sprayed the crowd with cum. The DJ referred to him as Machine Gun Bubba. That got a well-deserved laugh.

Never one to be outdone, Bee had entered herself in the last event, a gang bang contest with several other contestants. Brenda was one of two women offering their cunts and two men showing taking cock their asses. One woman, saying her cunt was sore, was on the side of the stage with the men priming her ass hole with a very large black dildo she rapidly inserted in and pulled out of her butt.

The music came on as if it was musical chairs. The contestants lined up. There must have been about twenty-five guys shaking out their dongs and six lesbians wearing multi-colored strap-ons. Most were wearing partial costumes with their erect dicks showing.

The DJ said the rule was that each cock had to cum to qualify. The gals wearing strap-ons had to fuck for at least 250 seconds. to qualify. The contestant who had the greatest number of gang bangers and the fastest to cum, would determine the winner.

With the rapid rhythm of the music, the gang bangers were running around speed fucking the contestants. Those who were being fucked, jockeyed into their preferred positions, some on their backs, others on all fours. Several fluffers were working on a few overzealous guys on the side of the stage who couldn’t get it up quick enough.

I tried to look at each of the contestants. But, I could not take my eyes off Bubba. The male contestants waved him off, refusing to permit an encounter with his huge machine.

“He will ruin me,” they said, but the Gourd lady, the foot lady, and of course my Brenda consented. Bubba squeezed into Gourd lady without difficulty but seemed to lose interest. He had trouble fitting into the foot lady whose cunt seemed to run in an opposite direction. Bubba continued to solicit other males on stage who appeared to be disinclined, fearing they’d be split in two by his monstrous cock, except for my dainty wife.

Wouldn’t you know, Brenda was happy to accommodate Bubba. He got on his back, and B-girl knelt on top of the fleshy giant sex organ. Little by little, B’s cunt stretched like a pregnant woman giving birth. Bubba slipped inside. I wasn’t sure if he came, but I was convinced from her expressions that B-girl climaxed more than once during the incursion. Sometimes a big dick can fuck but may not cum quickly. God bless him in any event, he was dripping.

I could not take my eyes off of Brenda. A referee was counting each successful entrant into her pussy and she seemed ahead. Various guys were running around quick fucking each of the gang bang contestants. Brenda’s line still had at least five guys stroking themselves in preparation. They were all all medium-sized normal cocks except for one guy whose dick was bent like a hunchback and instead of pointing straight ahead, was projecting off the the left. The Brenda fuckers swarmed around like buzzing mosquitos. One by one, she swatted them down. No one lasted more than three or four minutes before spurting. There was no need for pop corn butter as the event was self lubricating.

The last in line for B-girl was Mr. Massive, who looked like a linebacker, a bit past his prime but very sexy to observe. His shaved cock was a delight to watch; two large meatballs hung below, straining tightly at the scrotal sack. His big chest muscles were streamlined and tipped with erect pinched nipples. His arm muscles were enormous. One wondered how he managed to scratch his head. He jumped forward, headed right to the leading cunt-ender when the referee called, “next batter up.”

My wife Brenda was his destination. Ignoring the other contestants, Mr. Massive, wearing a red tutu pushed B-girl to the floor and launched himself on top of her in what looked like a rape scenario. Bee just threw her long legs around him, and for a moment, we knew there was no chance of an escape for him without paying the penalty, which turned out to be a half glass of almost transparent cum soup that splashed all over B’s belly when Mr. Massive pulled out. Then in an applauded note of congeniality, he leaned forward and kissed her. Now finished but not disentangled, B-girl gave him several goodbye hip humps. He arose looking haggard, and we wondered about his staying power.

Several guys who did not qualify for the big dick contest still wanted final evening fucks. The older grey-haired guy was formidable. He stood Bee up and embraced her face to face. He was just the right height to fit his dick in her cunt without using a helping hand. He slithered like a snake, fucking her straight and rotating his hips in a circular motion which was a crowd pleaser. He reached between their bodies and grabbed his ramrod, grinding it into her cunt like a mortar and pestle. Finally, he fell to his knees and spurted thick ropes of cum all over her legs and feet. A busy cleanup guy running around with a mop and rag made sure no one would slip and fall in it. By now, most of the fuckers had spilled their cum pies.

Two lesbians pushed the few guys waiting to fuck Brenda out of the way. The men gravitated to the other remaining contestants. The two lesbians dressed wearing Roman togas and Hillery and Bill masks, arranged Brenda so they could simultaneously fuck her ass and cunt with their oversized strap-ons. They kept at it with a ferocity I’d never seen in women. They easily passed the allotted time for qualification, before they pulled out, I could hear one of them say to Brenda,

“Girly, you will never want a man’s cock inside your snatch after what we did to you.”

Brenda just smiled, stood up, shouted, “Any more takers, I’ll fuck you all under the table.” No one came forward.

Of course, Benda was declared the gang bang contest winner. She has that side-to-side flick of her hips that presses that hard nodule in her clit against the penis belly. When that happens, few cocks can resist depositing instant cum juice.

The organizers gave Brenda a shiny plastic gilt plastic trophy with the ‘Best Gang Bang Contestant’ inscription. B-girl was very pleased as gang bang was her special event. If they ever have a porno olympics, I expect Bee to be in the top three. I was excited by the event and could not keep my hand off my own penis, I was beginning to beat off when a good-looking coed, dressed as Cinderella, seeing my need, lifted up her skirt, inserted my dick, and pressed herself against my boner. With mutual wiggles, standing up, we both came at the same time. I tried to pull out and shield her costume from my sperm spray. Now I had finally cum fully and completely for the second time that evening. Who wants blue balls after a night like this?