Amateur Hour (FF, MF, MMMF, voy, exh)
By Gina Regetti (aagina@hotmail.com) --comments welcome--
Gina shivered as she heard the raucous applause, catcalls, and wolf whistles from the main bar area. There were only two more contestants before it would be her turn, and she was suddenly finding it very difficult to imagine walking onstage in front of a crowd of strangers (except for her husband) and stripping off her clothes. What had started as a joking suggestion for Steve's birthday had become all too real, and now she could feel herself starting to panic. For years, she had indulged one of her husband's favorite fantasies, to show off his wife's body in public. It had started in the privacy of their own bedroom, as she performed stripteases for Steve's pleasure. Frankly, it turned her on a lot too, especially watching him stroke himself while she slowly, sexily disrobed.
But things had progressed from there, sometimes getting a little out of control. On a cross- country trip to see her brother-in-law in San Diego, Steve had convinced her to flash truckers on the interstates as they were roaring through Indiana, and later Kansas. At first she had refused, but he kept pestering her until, finally, she took unbuttoned her top and flashed her bare breasts at an oncoming truck. At the speed they were going, Gina knew, there was little that the driver would see anyway. Steve loved it, and even reached over to tweak her hard nipple, but he decided he wanted more. So when they went to pass a truck in Kansas, barreling along Route 70, Steve dared her to flash the trucker as they went by. By this time, Gina was beginning to get a bit annoyed about the whole thing, so--to Steve's shock and surprise--she whipped off her top completely, and pressed her tits against the window.
It took a few moments for the trucker to sense that the car next to him wasn't going past, and he glanced down. Gina laughed as his eyes got wide, and he swerved a bit. Then the trucker got a big grin on his face, and pulled twice on the air horn above his head. Gina gave him a nice little show, even squeezing and pulling on her nipples, but finally Steve got nervous and they pulled ahead of him. The trucker stuck close to their tail for miles, but finally exited. The whole thing made them both a bit shaky, but that night they had a wild session of unbridled sex in their motel room.
This was different though. When Steve came home from work one night excited about the sign he had seen in the Tomcat Club window, Gina had made her little joke. Sure, she would enter the amateur strip contest. Heck, for a $700 prize, why not? She'd do it as a birthday present to him.
For weeks leading up to it, Steve wouldn't stop talking about it, and at some point, Gina realized that they had crossed some invisible line. He really wanted her to do it. And part of her wanted to do it too.
But now, just minutes away from going onstage, she wasn't so sure, and she paced nervously up and down the hallway waiting her turn at one of the two dressing rooms.
"First time, hon?"
Gina turned to see a pretty brunette woman eyeing her, a smile playing about her lips.
"Is it that obvious?" Gina asked, with a smile.
"Well, I just haven't seen you on the circuit before. My name's Helen."
"Gina. What circuit? What do you mean?"
"Well," Helen answered, "there's five or so clubs up in P.G. County, and a few more over in Montgomery. Three in the District. There's a regular rotation of these contests. A lot of the girls do the whole rotation. It can be good money. Everyone gets tips, and of course there's the prize money for a lucky few."
"Have you ever won?" Gina asked.
"Me? Naw. Came in third once. I mostly just do it for fun. And the tips are a nice piece of change. This is always the most popular club to do, though, at least for the brave ones. You can make tons of money at the after-party, if you're willing to loosen up a little."
"After-party?"
Helen looked at her with a smirk. "You really are a newbie, aren't you, hon? Listen, this club, The Tomcat, has two kinds of crowds, and two kinds of shows. The contest happens during the 10 to midnight period. That one's for everybody. But at midnight, they have last call, and then--to all appearances--close up shop. But really the fun's just beginning. The place reopens, invitation only, and the girls that are willing to stay put on a private show. Totally x-rated, anything goes. It's hot."
Gina licked her lips, which were suddenly very dry, and swallowed nervously. Trying to sound casual, she asked, "So, what kind of thing happens?"
"Gina, I've seen all kinds of things at those after parties. Usually it starts out with a girl-girl show, and then there's one gal here who usually invites three guys from the audience to join her up onstage. She takes 'em all on."
"All at once?" Gina was incredulous, but she could also feel herself getting turned on by what Helen was describing.
"Uh huh. One in the ass, one in the pussy, one in her mouth. Wild, huh?"
Gina could only nod. She felt her face flushing red, and a flood of images were going through her brain. Why had Steve never mentioned any of this? She knew he had been to this club several times with friends of his. She almost missed what Helen said next.
"Any gal who agrees to stay makes $1,000 minimum, and most make a lot more than that in tips. A hot number like you," Helen let her eyes run up and down Gina's body appreciately, "could come home with a nice tidy little sum." Gina felt herself shiver again. Helen's gaze had been very direct, almost like she was making a pass at her. Then the room in front of them opened, and a blonde girl came out dressed like one of the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders. She looked like every man's fantasy fuck. Gina felt Helen push her inside.
"That's the girl I was telling you about. Chenelle, her name is. The one who takes on three studs at once." Gina found herself staring at the young woman's twitching behind as it moved down the hall. Mentally she was imagining what the girlwould look like, impaled on all those cocks. Then she realized Helen was shutting the door.
"Listen," Helen was saying, "why dontcha let me help you get ready? I can give you a few pointers." Gina felt a little awkward at the thought of undressing in front of her new friend, then realized with a smirk how silly she was being. In a few minutes she was going to be naked in front of a roomful of howling men. And she realize that she had decided to go through with it.
Gina quickly told Helen what she planned to do in her act. Her idea was to come out dressed like a very ordinary, fifties-style housewife. Underneath, though, she wanted to wear the sluttiest underwear she could find. The club provided the women with a huge variety of styles and sizes, much of it donated by local stores hoping to find new customers.
"That's sounds great, Gina. The boys'll lap that up. The first thing, though," Helen said, "is to see what you really look like. Strip off your clothes for me, hon." She said it very matter of factly, and then turned and began rummaging through the lingerie. Gina hesitated, then began pulling off her turtleneck. She thought that Helen was stealing little glances her direction as she removed her bra, then started peeling her stretchy black pants down. Last off were her panties, and then she was standing there naked, with her back to Helen, but watching the other woman in the mirror that covered one wall. For a moment Helen just stood there, and Gina had a chance to admire her as well. Helen was wearing a tight black leather corset that left her belly exposed. She was amply built--not fat at all, but fleshy in all the right places. Her breasts, in particular, were large, larger than Gina's, even though she was a 36C. Helen was also wearing a leather g-string, and Gina found herself staring between the other woman's legs, to where a tiny bit of fabric covered her pussy. She must be shaved clean, Gina thought, to wear something so skimpy. Then her eyes wandered slightly, catching the reflection in the mirror on the other wall. She gasped slightly, as she saw that the g-string only had a thin strap going up between the well-rounded cheeks of Helen's butt. Her backside was almost completely exposed. The brunette starting walking towards her.
"Like what you see, hon?" she asked, her voice almost a purr. "Because I sure do. You're going to have to beat 'em off with a stick tonight. You might have to start with me." She was standing right behind Gina now, so close that Gina could feel her hot breath on her ear, and then she watched, almost trance-like, as Helen reached around and cupped her breasts in her hands. "First of all," she said, "you want to make sure your nipples are nice and hard. Doesn't seem like that's gonna be too much of a problem for you." Gina moaned softly as the other woman caught her nipples between her fingers, rolled them softly, and then began tugging on them in ways that sent delicious tingles rippling through her, all the way to her pussy. "Then," Helen whispered in her ear, "you want to make sure your pussy is nice and wet for when you take your g-string off. Oh yes," she said approvingly, "you're already nice and wet, hon." Gina could tell that Helen was right, and she found herself leaning back against her as Helen reached down, sliding the tips of her fingers over the nub of her clitoris, and sliding into the wet folds of her pussy. "Too bad you're not shaved, but maybe this hairy black bush of yours'll be a nice contrast. It looks good enough to eat." Gina felt the other woman sliding down to the floor, and she reached down to grab the edge of the makeup table, unconsciously spreading her legs wider apart. Then she felt Helen's hot breath on her pussy, and knew she was about to put her tongue inside her.
It had been years since Gina had had sex with another woman-- not since her college days. Even Steve didn't know about it, but there had been a period of several years when she had been actively bisexual. She'd gotten to know Steve her senior year (he was attending a nearby school), and gradually she'd just started dating him exclusively. But with the first touch of Helen's long tongue on her clit, the memories and excitement of lesbian sex flooded her mind, just as her pussy was flooding with her own juices. Gina groaned, and reached down to caress Helen's face, pressing herself closer to the wonderful, lashing tongue. Helen murmured something that Gina couldn't quite catch, and then pushed her tongue up inside her slit. Gina just hung on, rocking and quivering as the brunette touched all the right places up inside her. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and before Gina could gather herself or answer, the stage manager, Peter, was sticking his head in. His eyes widened as he took in the erotic scene before him, but he kept his composure, although his mouth broke into a crooked grin.
"Uh, sorry to interrupt ladies but--um--Gina is due up in five." He started to retreat, then added, "You two ought to save yourselves for later anyway." Then he was gone, shutting the door behind him.
Helen emerged from between her legs, wearing a grin and a shiny coating of pussy juice on her cheeks. "Guess it's time to saddle up, hon." She stood up and put her arms around Gina, squeezing her fingertips into the firm flesh of her ass. She pulled her into a tight embrace, grinding her leather-covered pussy up hard against Gina's crotch. They kissed wetly, with Gina surrendering to the delicious sensation of Helen's tongue fencing with her own. Then they pulled apart breathlessly. "Listen, hon," Helen said. "There's a $500 bonus for doing the girl show to kick off the after-party. If you're gameÉ" but Gina was already nodding, her eyes sparkling with lust. "Damn!" Helen said. "We gotta get you ready."
They picked out a real whore's ensemble: a scarlet red corset, with a push-up top that left Gina's tits naked and outthrust, like pears on a platter, and a matching garter and stocking set. Gina already was wearing black stiletto heels, and she had brought the prim dress to cover it all. Then Helen was leading her by the hand down the hall, and out to the wings of the stage. Chenelle was just finishing her set, wearing nothing now but the short white cowboy boots. For her finale, she bent over at the waist, her ass to the audience, legs spread wide. Her pussy looked wet and inviting, and she reached down between her legs and spread her lips, showing her pink, as the men stood up clapping and roaring. It would be a tough act to follow. Then Chenelle was prancing past them, naked titties bouncing, her body coated in a delicious sheen of sweat. Gina looked over at Helen, who grinned and gave her a thumbs up, and then she heard the announcer introducing her.
"All you men out there must wonder what your wives are like when you're not around. Well here to show us tonight, appearing for the first time on our stage, let's give a big welcome to a lovely Italian housewife: Gina!!!" A lively round of applause rippled through the crowd, and Gina found herself walking out onstage to the pole in the center, blinking in the bright lights.
She had tried many times in the past few weeks imagining what this moment would be like, this moment when she was standing before a crowd of strangers about to strip for them, but it was nothing like she'd pictured it. Mostly, in her imaginings, her mind had been full of fears and anxiety, but now that she was here, she found it easy to lose herself in the moment. Part of it, she was sure, was due to the encounter she had just had with Helen in the dressing room. She could still feel the juice traveling down her upper thigh, seeping from her pussy, and yet there was also the special erotic buzz that comes from being incredibly aroused but not yet cumming. She could feel her hard nipples pressing firmly against the front of her dress, and thought about how hot she must look, like madonna and whore all wrapped up in one. When the music started, she found it easy to move to the sultry beat: Bob Seger's "Down on Main Street."
Pretty soon she was twirling around the pole, watching herself in the mirrors, seeing the hem of her dress fly up far enough to reveal the straps on her garters. The dress she was wearing buttoned all the way down the front, and as she danced, it was easy to slip her hand down secretively, unbuttoning first a button on top, then on the bottom. By the end of the song, there were only two buttons left, and the crowd was pressing towards the stage, urging her on. The second song started--Journey's "Faithfully"--and the last two buttons went. But she continued the tease, working the crowd like a pro. Then she spotted Steve, standing next to the stage on one side. Knowing that the crowd would have no idea that he was her husband, she suddenly strutted over to him, took hold of his hair gently in her hands, and then quickly whipped her dress open and closed, enveloping his head inside. Her motion had caused her to flash her tits at the crowd, and they roared, wondering who the lucky guy was. Steve played his part well, sliding his fingers up the back of her thighs, and squeezing the cheeks of her ass. Playfully, Gina backed away from him, and in the process, she let the dress fall. Now she was standing in front of the audience in her scarlet slut wear, and they bellowed their approval. Beers raised up and foamed, and she could see boozed-up friends high-fiving each other.
Now Gina dropped all pretense at coyness, going into a total bump and grind. The slow song ended, and her third and last number started up: Rod Stewart's "Hot Legs." The transformation was complete. Now Gina was playing the part of everybody's whore. As she strutted toward the audience, her bare tits bouncing sexily, Gina reached behind her to untie the ribbon on her g-string. Right as she got up near the edge of the stage, just a foot away from the men lining the edge, she whipped away her g-string, flashing her bare, busy pussy right in the men's faces. The crowd went wild, and a huge cheer went up. But Gina was just getting warmed up, as the men began chanting her name, she turned around, looked back over her bare shoulder with a smoldering, sultry look, and slowly sank to her knees. Slowly, she stretched back, thrusting her bare ass closer and closer to the red-faced man standing there. He was unable to resist, and shakily reached out his hand and started running his finger up and down her wet slit. Gina turned and looked over at Steve, who was staring transfixed at the scene before him. He grinned and gave her a thumbs-up signal, and Gina knew that he was loving this. She started moving down the line, side-walking on her knees, letting each man have a feel of her tight behind, or touch her pussy. Some were bolder than others; one man even finger-fucked her with two fingers briefly, and another pulled her behind down closer so her could lick her crack. The crowd was going crazy, and then the song came to an end. Gina hopped up and twirled around on the pole, and then strutted off sexily, the audience chanting "GinaÉ.GinaÉ.Gina!!!!"
Helen was waiting in the wings, due to go onstage next. She had added a leather biker's jacket to her outfit, covering her top and extending down to just below her almost-bare behind. She had a huge grin on her face as she congratulated Gina. "That was super-hot, hon. You got 'em ready now," she said, as she pulled Gina close for another wet kiss. The announcer was shouting something and the audience cheered in response, and then Helen was introduced.
Helen's act was total slut from the get-go. She advanced to the pole, and seemed to regard it as a sexual partner, contorting her body around it, and frequently pushing her crotch up against it lewdly. The whole routine exuded raw sex, and the crowd loved it. Gina watched from the wings, and started taking the time now to look the audience over. Since the stage was brightly lit, and she was in the shadows, she could observe without being seen.
She was surprised at what a mix the audience was. It was about equally split between white and black--mostly men, of course, but Gina even saw a few women here and there; some of the men wore business slacks and shirts, with loosened ties, having come straight from work, while others were plainly workmen or laborers of one kind or another. One boisterous group seemed to be members of some local football team. They were drinking a lot of beer and being very loud, and most of them were enormous. She could see her husband watching Helen intently, and she wondered what he would think when she told him about what the two women had been doing backstage. Then she remembered that she and Helen would be showing him--and all the other men--what they'd been up to in a few minutes, and she could feel her pussy tingle at the thought.
She looked over beyond where Steve was standing, and her eye was drawn to a very pretty redhead sitting with several men. She seemed to be enjoying the show quite a bit, and as Gina watched her for a moment, one of the waitresses came to their table. Gina admired the outfit the waitress had on, black hot pants, and a white shirt tied under her breasts. She collected all the glasses at the redhead's table and put down another round. Everyone seemed to be having a great time.
Gina turned back to Helen, now entering her third song. The leather jacket was long gone, as was the bustier. She wore only the black g-string and knee-high leather boots, and her body was drenched in perspiration. Gina had a sudden strong desire to lick her, to taste the salty sweat with her own lips, and she reached down to run a finger through her own wet slit. Then came a shocker: Helen did this terrific move where she turned her back to the audience, grabbed the pole up high, and shook her buttocks so that they vibrated and bounced really fast. With just the thin strap of the g-string running up her crack, the effect was fantastic. But then she turned and walked over near where Gina had stood, directly in front of the men on the edge of the stage. As they all started chanting "offÉOffÉOFF!!!" she reached down and undid the ties on either side of her pussy. Slowly, grinning wickedly at the men, she peeled the panties away, and a gradual roar went up, as they realized that on the inside of the g-string was a thick vaginal insert that Helen had been wearing through her whole routine. It glistened wetly with her juices, and she made a great show of bringing it up to her face, smelling it, and then licking it clean with her long tongue. That brought the contest to a wild, stomping end, and Helen strutted off to join Gina in the wings.
A few minutes went by while the judges--three men perched on stools along the side--all conferred. During the wait, while Gina and Helen chatted excitedly in the wings, Peter came up behind them.
"Listen," he said, "I wanted to apologize again for interrupting you two."
Helen smiled at him. "Oh, don't worry about it, Peter. We just got a little carried away."
"I was wondering--actually the owner was wondering--if you two would like to start off our after-party show."
Gina giggled. "We thought you'd never ask! We were going to ask you if we could."
"Terrific! That's great. I'lljust go check the firehoses, then," he said, grinning as he left them.
They could hear the emcee now introducing the final results. All the contestants--there were 20 in all--were brought out onstage, and he made some remark about how tough the judging was. Then things quieted down a bit as he intoned, "In third place, finding uses that were never imagined for leather, isÉ..Helen!" Gina squealed and gave her a big hug, before pushing her forward to get her check. "And in second place--really this was very tough, and either of these girls could have been our winnerÉ." He paused dramatically, but the crowd shouted for him to continue. "In second place, a first-timer who really let her hair down tonight, isÉ.Gina!"
"Oh my god!" Gina shrieked. "I don't believe it!" She could see Steve beaming up at her proudly--or was he just looking up between her legs?--as she collected her check: $500. Helen leaned over and gave her another long kiss, as the crowd cheered lustily.
"And our winner," the announcer said, "a returning favorite, who really knows her way around a pom-pom: Chenelle!" The crowd roared again, as the beautiful blonde strutted forward, wearing only a white cowboy hat and white boots. She gave the announcer a long, lingering kiss, and grabbed his crotch before accepting her check. She kissed Gina and Helen too, slipping each of them a little tongue as she did. She was a sexy minx, Gina thought.
"Come on!" Helen said. Let's go get ready."
"Okay, hon. I'll be right there. I have to talk to someone real quick." Helen gave her hand a little squeeze and disappeared backstage, and Gina walked over to the edge of the stage, squatting down to talk to Steve. She happened to glance over him for a second and saw the redhead looking her way. Gina realized that her pussy must be spread wide open, but she was past caring.
"Hey, baby," she said to Steve, giving him a passionate kiss on the mouth.
"Gina, honÉ.I don't know what to say. You were incredible!"
"Wait till you see what's coming lover boy. Helen--she's the leather lady--and I are going to start the after-show." Steve's eyes widened, and his mouth fell open.
"I didn't know if you'd be up for staying, even. Th-that's incredible."
"You mean you don't mind?" Gina asked teasingly.
"Mind? Are you kidding? I am not moving from this spot!" Gina gave him another big kiss and then scurried backstage to find Helen waiting for her.
"C'mon, sweetie. We have to hurry!" Gina let her take her by the hand, and they went past the dressing rooms into the private office area. There was a locker room there, with several shower stalls, and they stripped down quickly and hopped in one to take a quick shower. While they were in there, Helen told Gina her plans, which started with shaving her pussy clean. Gina quickly agreed, game for anything the other woman had in mind. "Great, sweetie. Now here's what I want us to wearÉ"
Forty-five minutes later, the bar had been cleared of its regular clientele. Only a handful of people had left. The ones who remained had all paid a $250 cover charge. The manager got up to explain some of the ground rules, mostly involving making sure that everything that happened at the after-party was done with consent of the participants, and that they understood that this was considered a private party. But the air was charged with sexual electricity, further enflamed by the waitresses, who had all shed their white tops and were prancing around topless. There was a fair amount of good-natured grabbing going on, but most people were behaving themselves, even the football players, who were now crowded around two large round tables near the front.
The lights went down, and a spotlight lit the stage. The talking immediately died down, then disappeared completely as Helen came into view. She was dressed in dominatrix gear, all shiny black latex covering her skintight except that both her breasts and pussy were left bare. She still wore her tall leather boots. Behind her, crawling on the floor, was Gina. Helen had her on a leash attached to a studded collar, and she was wearing only a kind of leather harness, just straps really, that circled her breast and the cheeks of her behind. They served only to make her body even more inviting, her breasts proudly lifted, her asscheeks pulled tight. Otherwise she was nude. Helen led her all around the front of the stage, at one point making her put her face to the floor with her ass to the audience. Steve and several others gasped when they saw her pussy, shaved clean and glistening wet, on full display. Then Helen led her to a raised mattress, several inches off the floor, that had been set up at the front of the stage. She arranged Gina on her back, legs spread toward the audience. And then, without much ceremony, she planted her pussy right on Gina's face.
Clearly she was smothering her, because after several moments Gina began to kick and squirm. Helen raised up just enough for her to get a gasping breath, then lowered her ass again. She repeated this twice more. The message was clear. Helen was in charge.
She began by pulling the leash up between Gina's legs, letting it rub up and down in her wet slit. Then she took the end of it and slapped it several times, rather sharply, between her legs, hitting her directly on the lips of her pussy, then several times right on her clit. Gina made yelping cries with each blow, but they were muffled with her face buried in the wet folds of Helen's pussy. Then Helen draped herself across the top of Gina's body, reaching down to spread her pussy open with her fingers. Everyone in the audience seemed to lean forward, as Helen leaned down, waggled her tongue obscenely, and then tasted the dark- haired girl's hairless hole. Gina moaned, and she reached up to pull Helen's pussy back down onto her mouth, sucking at her voraciously. Something rippled through the room, like a bolt of pure lust, because everyone realized that what they were seeing in front of them was no act, no bit of cheap porn, but the real thing, pure unadulterated lesbian lovemaking. In the dimness, several zippers were opened discreetly, as some of the viewer s found it impossible to watch the show onstage without beating off.
Helen now had her tongue buried inside of Gina, and it was obvious that Gina was doing the same to her. Their bodies rocked gently with the rhythm of their tongues, and each began moaning audibly. Several times, Helen lifted her face to catch her breath, and each time her cheeks glistened more wetly with Gina's juices. But she would not let her cum. Each time she sensed that Gina's climax was close, she would pull back, prolonging the ecstasy, and the agony, of the moment. Finally, Helen backed off the mattress completely, leaving Gina gasping in frustration, her breasts heaving. Helen nodded to the wings, and four other girls came out, other contestants from the show. Two of them held Gina's arms, massaging her nipples with their free hands. The others took hold of her legs, stretching them out wide, then wider, until she groaned in mild protest. Her pussy was opened wide, and the spotlight caught the wetness of her, making it plain for all to see.
Helen, meanwhile, was behind Gina, out of her field of vision, so that only the audience could see that she was putting on an enormous black strap-on dildo. She snapped it into place, then applied a bit of lube to its wicked length. Then she walked over so that she was standing right above Gina's head. The black-haired beauty looked up and saw the shiny black dildo bobbing right above her nose, and her nostrils flared with lust, knowing that she was going to get fucked by it. Helen leaned over and kissed her hard on the lips, her tongue roaming freely inside Gina's mouth. At the same time, Helen caught hold of her hard nipples in each of her hands, and when she stood back up, she had them firmly pinched between her fingers so that they stretched up, at first pleasurably, then, just on the edge of pain. Gina moaned, loud enough for the club patrons to hear.
Then Helen strutted around in front of Gina, walking between the two girls holding her legs. Bracing herself on her forearms, she placed the black dildo right at the entrance to Gina's pussy, rubbing it up and down her slit to get the tip wet with her juices. Then she slowly let her weight drive the giant cock inside, letting it open Gina's hole wide, then wider, as it filled her completely full.
"Ohhhhhh," Gina cried out. "Oh my fucking godÉ.YES! Oh fuck meÉ.FUCK ME!" Only Gina could see Helen smiling down into her face, as she slowly drew the cock back, until just the head was still inside, then thrust it forward. Gradually, she increased the speed of her attack, using her powerful thighs to fuck Gina with steadily building passion. For hours, the black-haired woman had hovered on the edge of cumming, her mind and body teased with a succession of erotic moments that had kept her simmering just at the point of orgasm. But now, at last, the moment of her release was at hand, and when she came, it was with an intensity that had never been matched in her life. She could feel her juices actually spurting out around the edges of the dildo's shaft, and as Helen continued to fuck her hard, even the audience could hear the squishing noises as the dildo pistoned in and out of her pussy. The girls holding Gina's arms and legs released her, and her bare feet curled up and around Helen's driving ass, beating a sympathetic rhythm on her back as Gina tried to pull her farther and farther inside her body. They were both working hard now, the sweat pouring freely from their bodies as they entwined in a slippery embrace of lesbian lust, and for a moment, despite the fact that they were being watched by a roomful of rapt viewers, the two women were lost in a world all their own. Twice more Helen made her cum before finally she pulled herself away. She peeled off the harness holding the strap-on in place, and crawled over Gina's writhing body, her knees on either side, until her pussy came in contact with Gina's mouth, and received her waiting tongue. Then it was Helen's turn to cum. As Gina reached up with her fingers to peel her labia apart and push her tongue as deeply as she could inside her pulsing pussy, Helen leaned back, arching her spine so that her lovely large tits thrust up into the spotlight, and her long brown hair hung back as she looked back at the audience. In a final obscene display, she brought the shiny dildo, still shining slickly with Gina's love juices, up to her mouth, and deepthroated it. She sucked it clean even as she humped Gina's face, and the audience was treated to the delicious sight of her face as her expression contorted and she came.
As one, the audience surged to its feet then, releasing all of its pent-up erotic emotion in a deafening ovation. Grinning sheepishly, the two women helped each other shakily to stand, and they bowed, Helen shaking the dildo in one outstretched hand. Then they went offstage.
A few minutes later, they made their way out into the bar area, where people applauded as they walked past their tables. The entire place had become sexually charged. Gina saw one of the girls from the contest--a slender woman, perhaps in her mid-thirties, with strawberry blonde hair--on top of a round table surrounded by eight naked men. The tables all had large stone lazy Susans in the middle, for serving condiments and dishes, but all that stuff had been cleared away. Instead, the woman was on the spinning stone, laughing hysterically as the men played a kind of variation of Spin the Bottle. One of the men would spin the girl around, and whichever man her legs wound up pointed to would have a chance to crawl up on the table do something to her. Some would clamber over her to have her suck on their cocks. Others would go down on the girl. And others would spread her legs and push their cocks inside of her. They each were limited to only one minute, but it looked like a lot of fun. As Gina and Helen squeezed past the table, a large, good-looking fellow was just pushing his cock inside the girl as she giggled. Her eyes met Gina's and she rolled them comically, then reached up to embrace the man as he shoved his cock inside her.
"You want something to drink, Gina?" Helen asked. "It's open bar."
"I'd kill for a gin and tonic. I'm going over to say hi to my husband."
"Okay, sweetie, I'll meet you over their. I'd love to meet him too."
Gina starting making her way through the tables and chairs, working towards her husband who had moved over to one of the side booths. It was darkened in the room, the only light coming from the brightly lit bottles behind the bar, and the blue light illuminating the stage. She felt more than one hand reaching out to squeeze her ass in the dark, or tweak her nipples, but she didn't mind at all. Several times she came upon men masturbating openly. One asked her if she could suck on his cock but she just smiled and shook her head.
As she got closer to Steve, Gina looked up onstage and saw Chenelle coming out, still dressed only in her white cowboy hat and boots. The crowd started cheering wildly. There were enough people there who had seen what was coming next. Sure enough, Chenelle walked up to the edge of the stage and asked for three volunteers. A forest of hands shot up, waving frantically. She made a show of strutting up and down sexily, but she already had her eye on the table of football players. She pointed three times, and Gina saw two enormous black boys get up, along with a white player with long blond hair. This was going to be interesting, she thought.
Then she had reached Steve, and he stood and hugged her hard, his hands dropping down onto her bare ass and pulling her up tight against the straining bulge in his pants. They kissed lustily, their tongues grinding hard against each other as he dry-humped her. Finally they broke away breathlessly.
"God, Gina, that was the hottest damn thing I've ever seen." He smiled at her, his eyes filled with pride. Then he leaned over close to her ear, to whisper, "I think I'd screw a snake right now, if someone would hold it down." Gina giggled at his comment.
"I think I can offer something a little better than a snake," she said sexily, reaching down to rub his hard-on through his pants.
"Hey you two, get a room!" Helen said, arriving with their drinks, and grinning broadly. Gina laughed, and introduced Steve. Somehow, although she could see that Steve was stunned, Gina was not at all surprised at what her new friend did next. Helen set the drinks down on the table, and leaned forward to kiss her husband. This was not a "Hi, glad to meet you" kind of kiss but more like a "Take your clothes off, I'd really like to fuck you" kind of kiss. Steve was a bit overwhelmed, and Gina saw his face reddening. No doubt he was wondering what she was feeling, because he looked over at her, but she just stood there smiling at his discomfort, sipping on her cool drink. Then, without saying a word, Helen, sank to her knees in front of Steve and unzipped his pants. He started to say something, thought better of it, then just gulped as she pulled out his bobbing cock and started blowing him. Gina just burst out laughing. She saw Steve's eyes kind of rolling back, as the brunette used all her oral tricks to bring him off. She knew her husband well and could see that he wouldn't last long. Then, without missing a beat, Helen reached over to her own drink, dipped her finger into it to get it wet, and reached in under her husband's balls. From Steve's reaction--she saw him kind of raise up on his toes--Gina could tell that Helen was pushing her finger up into his ass. Gina knew from experience that this was something that drove Steve crazy. He always came like gangbusters whenever she played with his ass. His reaction with Helen was no different. He moaned, and took hold of her head gently, and then groaned more deeply as his cock spurted hot cum into her mouth. Helen sucked him dry, and Gina thought she had swallowed it until she turned and kissed her, and then she could feel her push the hot load into her mouth. Gina moaned in pleasure, and for a few moments they shared the cum, swirling it around on their tongues, before each swallowed.
"Nice to meet you," Helen said with a smile. Steve had sunk down into the booth, his pants still around his ankles. He grinned weakly.
Gina looked over at the next booth, her eye caught by movement there. It was the redhead she had seen before. The woman now had the top of her blue dress down around her waist, her bare tits bobbing in the pale light. Her head was also bobbing up and down on the cock of one of her companions, and she was looking over at Gina, having evidently watched the little scene that had just occurred. She grinned and gave her a thumbs-up sign, and Gina smiled and raised her glass in return.
Up on stage, Chenelle had gotten the boys all undressed and had them standing facing the audience, the enormous blacks on the end and the white boy in the middle. She was down on her knees, her naked ass pointed toward the crowd, sucking each of the boys in turn. Their hard cocks glistened in the spotlight, and the two who were not being sucked were stroking their cocks in anticipation. Gina and Helen slid into the booth on either side of Steve. Rather than pull his pants up, he had simply removed them along with his shoes and socks, and had also unbuttoned his shirt, although he still wore it. A waitress came over, and smiled at the two girls.
"You two were smoking up there," she said excitedly. "My name's Sharon. What can I get you?" she asked Steve, who was staring at her large, pierced boobs.
"Uh--I'll have what she's having," indicating Gina's drink.
"Great! Be right back," Sharon said, with a smile and a wink.
Chenelle was now choreographing the big moment. She put one of the black boys down on his back on the mattress, and was busy applying lube to his huge cock. Then she turned around, facing the audience, and to the amazement of all backed onto the boy's cock, letting the head slowly sink into her ass, then relaxing and sinking all the way down. As she hit bottom, everyone cheered. She was grimacing, and Gina imagined that it must hurt, but she only took a moment to gather herself, before nodding to the other black boy. As he loomed over her, she tossed her hat aside, and then the bar was rent by her screaming moan as he pushed his cock--perhaps even larger than the first boy's--into her pussy. The white boy was staring in total amazement as he watched her get completely filled with hard black meat, but his cock was twitching invitingly. Chenelle grinned over at him and said it was his turn now. She bent her head back, and he came around behind her, so that when he stuck his cock into her mouth she was upside down.
And then they were off, a mass of humping, fucking flesh, half black, half white, writhing in the most lewd display imaginable. Certainly, the sight inspired people in the room, because as Gina looked around she could see people fucking and sucking in all corners now. She saw one of the contestants, who'd seemed like a rather plain, demure woman when she'd seen her backstage, bent over one of the booth tables while a man slammed her savagely from behind with his cock. She was pumping two other cocks with her hands, and yelling at him to fuck her harder. The strawberry blonde they had seen earlier, was now getting double-fucked on her table; they seemed to have abandoned the time limit and were now just taking turns ravishing her. And Gina saw more than one waitress deliver a round of drinks, chat briefly with customers, and then sink to her knees to deliver a blowjob.
Now things got a lot more freeform, and the remainder of the event passed in a bit of a blur for Gina. She remembered seeing the rest of the football players clambering up on stage, stripping down as they surrounded the humping trio on the mattress, and Chenelle found herself the central figure in a team gangfuck. Gina and Helen brought Steve's cock back to life with their mouths, then took turns fucking him in the booth. Eventually Gina found herself stretched out across the table, her legs facing out, watching Helen straddling her cock with her back to him, kissing her as they fucked. Sharon had returned to the table, and turned out to be almost adept at eating pussy as Helen; she brought Gina to a table- clutching, screaming climax, before moving aside at some point. Gina was not sure when it happened, but when she looked down next, she was gazing into the smiling eyes of her redheaded admirer, who went down on her while being fucked hard from behind. She made Gina cum too, but then she too moved away, and before Gina could get up, a handsome man was leaning over her, asking her politely if he could fuck her. She was so horny by then that she could only nod. Three more men followed himÉ.
Finally, though, Gina and the others had had enough, and she got up to find Helen and Steve. She found Helen onstage, licking some of the cum from Chenelle, who was lying in an exhausted heap on the mattress, one boy still doggedly plowing away at her pussy. Steve was getting a final blowjob from the redhead, whom Gina finally got to meet; Angela was her name.
After chatting for a bit, they all exchanged phone numbers, and Steve accompanied Gina and Helen into the dressing room area. It looked like a bomb had hit it, and Peter just grinned at them and shook his head. He handed each of them a thick envelope. Gina could see it was stuffed with bills.
"Hope we see you again, Gina," he said sincerely.
"Oh you most definitely will," she answered, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
And so, at last, the Amateur Night came to an end. Helen had agreed to come over to their place to crash. She had no plans, and they thought it would be fun getting to know each other once they woke up. But that wouldn't be for hours. They were all exhausted, and badly in need of a shower.
"Next time, though," said Gina, as they split up to get into their respective cars, "we're going to figure out a way to win this thing!"
The End