My Spring Break Adventure, Day 1 We climbed out of the car and entered the adult video & bookstore, my boyfriend ready to check out the magazines and me curious to see if there were any glory warmths, like I'd heard about in my Internet chat clubs. Yes, I saw the door to the restrooms, but I also saw the doors to booths lined up down the short dark hallway. Curious from my recent return to the cult of the glory warmth and the video booth scene relived through clubs on the internet, I carefully opened one door and found the booth empty. There were no glory warmths in the walls, though. I checked the next booth, and found no warmths. The walls looked fairly new and perhaps walls with warmths had been replaced. The booth would have to do, I thought. Then I looked up and saw the first of the same three young men who had been playing car tag with us down the highway. They were better looking up close, even with the dim lighting of the hallway. They showed their recognition of me by their fearful faces. Maybe they thought I recognized them which I did and I was going to turn them in for driving wildly and mooning us on the highway. Maybe they were just suddenly turning shy at the close proximity of this gorgeous red haired babe with the very short flower-print dress that revealed her crotch whenever she squatted, or her pink panties whenever she bent forward. Her legs seemed to go on forever beneath the hem of that dress! "Hello," I spoke to them, bunched up at the entrance top the hallway.
They snickered and stuttered a response. The two in back looked back into the store, maybe to check for my boyfriend, or maybe to see if there was an escape route. Only the lead boy remained staring at me. I curled my finger at him, and with a wink in my eye he was hooked. I backed into the booth and he followed. His two buddies came quickly after him. "Do you want a memory of your spring break trip?" I asked them, and they looked at each other and in unison said "Sure." So I pulled the first one close to me, close enough to kiss his crotch...
and I did, as I lowered myself to a comfortable squatting position. His bulge was growing beneath his jeans.
I waved the other two into the booth and they saw I was lowering their friend's jeans. The first boy's length was big and hard when it flopped out of his briefs. It belonged to the boy I later learned was Jason. It was so hard and long and meaty that I just wanted to swallow it right then and there but I didn't. Instead, I let it bob desparately as I unzipped his friend's pants and pulled out his length. It was half hard but was stiffening in my fingers.
This was Steve's length.
The third guy was standing a bit to the rear because of the narrow space but when he saw the first two lengths danngling out of their pants he quickly dropped his drawers and pulled his length up for my inspection. This was Kevin. But I went back to Jason, who had impressed me the most, and I said to him, but so the others could hear, "I just want to suck out your cum, if you'll let me." He had no answer but his length grew harder, if that was possible! I plopped it in my mouth and worked on it with my tongue and cupped his balls in my hand. Later I wrapped one hand across his buns and dug my fingers into his butt crack. It did not take long for him to explode in my mouth. I let a little of the semen stream out of my mouth to excite the others, but I swallowed most of it. Then I ushered jason to the side and called up Steve, who had been beating his meat as he watched me suck Jason. Kevin was also stroking his sausage rather hard.
"Stop going so hard," I told him, "or there won't be anything left for me to suck." He stopped that instant but continued to hold his length in his hand.
As for Steve, his pumping at brought him to the edge of climax, and as soon as I slipped it into my mouth, he came--but I had a few seconds to swirl my tongue around his thick head, just to give him that tremendous shivering rush. I swallowed Steve's spew and no drops escaped. I looked at Kevin, and saw he was back to his stroking it served a purpose, to make his length longer but narrower.
I pulled him forward by his bundle of pants around his knees.
"Let me do the work," I told him, and just before I lowered my open mouth over his hard meat, I told the others, "Keep them hard I want you to jerk off into my mouth." They were happy to comply. Kevin shot his cum down my throat it was thin and ran easily down my throat. Then I was ready for the bukkake.
In old Japan, it was a way to humiliate a woman who was adulterous. Her husband would gather all of the men of the village and they would jerk off into her mouth or on her face. Today there seems to be a resurgence in Japan and underground videos have made their way to the US.
I've had the squirmy pleasure of seeing some of them on the internet using the new mpg format. One mpg showed a woman accpeting the ejaculant into her mouth and then spitting it out into a bowl she held at her chin. Either she was supposed to do it this way and was allowed to spit it out, or she was gathering all of the semen in the bowl to be later poured over her face. I always thought the men stood around her and let their ejaculant spray onto her face until it was covered in semen. I have a friend who lived in Japan and told me these kind of pictures are still the hardest core xxx stuff and are banned in Japan.
By the way, you may wonder how I know all of this. The answer is that I worked in a sex club in Toronto for over a year, and this sort of thing went on every Friday night in the back room where only a few select customers could witness or participate in it. Very exclusive clientele, either japanese business men or local businessmen with lots of money to spend to see this activity, or more money to actually participate in it. Most of the girls took turns in a rotation. For me, that was about 6 times during the whole year I worked there I did not move to the back room until after 6 months. Plus I filled in for other girls twice--so for one month I was "it" three times in a row.
The men would pay 50 Canadian dollars to jerk-off onto my face, and usually 5 at a time most for me was 7 would do it. We had to have at least 3 to do it.
We never used a bowl like the woman in the mpg! Once however, I opened my mouth and got it filled with cum when they shot before I was ready.
A couple of times after that I opened my mouth on purpose, like a target, and the first one to hit it got his money back.
It wasn't such a big deal to me we'd do it wearing just panties or g-strings and go shower right after.
There was an exotic dance club in the front and I served drinks there and sometimes danced.
But I was too clumsy for dancing, so they decided to move me to the back room which was private. When I saw it was nothing but sex shows, I was both excited to do it and felt shame for doing it. Back to the bukkake. The last site I visited on the net before leaving for my spring break trip was one devoted to such bukkake pictures. I was so horny from the memory of what I saw that I had to make these boys shoot again onto my face or into my mouth.
At that moment I never considered how to clean up or what to do if they messed up my dress too much and Stephen noticed.
At that moment, I had three lengths being stroked hard and straight and each of them were hovering about four inches from my open mouth as I squatted on the floor. I was wet in my private part so I began fingering my personal place under my dress. That got them excited and Jason asked me to raise my dress.
I pulled up the hem and my pink panties were soaked enough to see through. Then Kevin paused and reached into his pocket, pulled out a pocket knif and knelt down to cut away those pink panties. He held them up like a trophy. The others seemed to want to cheer, too, but knew to be quiet. I was surpirsed it all happened so fast I could not stop him from cutting the side of my panties in order to yank them off my thigh..but now that they were off I slid my dress hem up my leg until my full soaking crotch was revealed. Steve moaned, "Oh my god!" and Kevin was equally vocal in his appreciation for my perfectly manicured softness. Jason snatched my panties away from Kevin and held the wet spot to his nose, breathed in my musky fragrance and grew so hard he was about to burst his foreskin. Then the other two got back into their roles and I once again had three hard lengths aiming for my mouth. They all shot within 10 seconds of each other and two hit my mouth squarely while Kevin's went to the side on my cheek and lips. I swallowed their loads and gave each one of them a generous kiss on their lengthheads. As I stood they started to speak, maybe to ask my name, where I was from, where I was going, or just why I wanted to suck them off so badly today. But I put my finger to my closed lips and they understood the show was over and the need for silence had begun. I stepped out of the booth, leaving the three young men with their pants down below their knees and their dying lengths flopping between their thighs. Their astonished looks on their faces let me know I had been good, and I had given them a story they would have to tell their friends. But nobody would ever believe them. It was actually a little funny because when I went back out into the store Stephen was still looking at the magazines. I went over to the checkout and bought some mints to freshen my breath! When he noticed I'd come out of the "restroom" he came over and told me to wait because he needed to go, too. So he walked back there and probably passed those three young men I had just been sucking off. Anyway, I ate some mints and the clerk said, "You got something on your cheek, " and I quickly put my finger up there to wipe it off. It was some of their precious cream that had shot there. I was thirsty, too, so I bought a Mountain Dew in a bottle. When Stephen returned he saw that I had a soda and asked for a sip, so I handed it to him and as I did, I saw that there was a glob of almost transparent semen on the rim that had obviously gotten there when I took my sip of the bottle. He was so thirsty he just put it to his mouth and chugged down a quarter of the bottle. Then he lowered it and I saw the glob of semen was gone. He handed the bottle back to me and asked if I was ready to leave. I glanced back in the direction of the booths but the boys were not out yet. So we went out to the car and as I waited on my side for him to unlock his and reach across, the three boys came out of the store and went to their car. Two of them waved at me, hesitantly, like they did not want to give me away to my boyfriend.
I waved back over the car roof so Stephen did not see it. I watched the three boys smile the biggest smiles and I ran my tongue over my lips as they pulled away, just to let them know how much I enjoyed our little escapade. I know they enjoyed it, too. |
