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The Show Must Go On

By: Eddy_Bort



(Writer's Note: What I plan to do with each future Part is to fit each Literotica story category/theme. Part 1 is "Toys & Masturbation", this one is "Incest". It will be challenging to do so in the categories I have no interest in, such as Gay Male, Sci-Fi, etc., but I will give it the old college try. Thanks in advance for all feedback. Hope you enjoy my tale.)

So as I was saying in part one of my journey to becoming a male stripper, my accidental foray into the world of erotic performing for women was going fantastic... until my gig last night, that is.

To make a long story short, I had accepted another job just a few minutes from my home. I really was not crazy about the close proximity, but I had my eyes on a complete D.J. turntable system and needed the infusion of cash to get it.

Normally I try to stay as far from home as possible, seeing as how I live in a relatively small town where the risk of running into someone you know does exist.

It was a Divorce Party, a new experience for me. Some girls were throwing a bash for a woman who was recently divorced and feeling kind of down in the dumps about it. I often get requests to be dressed as a cop, firefighter, courier, you name it. Given the fact this woman more or less hated men, I was supposed to dressed in a leather mask with a leash around my neck and basically be a male slave who dances and jacks off for the women's amusement.

I wasn't sure how I felt about the entire slave aspect, but maybe given my mom's anger and sadness over her divorce last year, i might have felt a bit sorry for this woman her so I decided to go with it.

I showed up at the residence of the woman who booked me. Right off the bat this was proving to be a bad night, the first ominous omen coming when the woman explained the plans had changed. The party would be at the divorcee's home since she was down and had no desire to go out. She had no idea she was ruining the surprise party her girlfriends were throwing for her.

Kathy, the one who booked me, explained the situation and said she'd add another $50 for the inconvenience. The divorcee's home was just a few minutes away, so I figured why not? Kathy asked me if she could ride with me and I agreed.

Bad omen number two made it's ugly appearance just as we pulled out of her place. "You look familiar, you from this area?" she asked.

I quickly and maybe a bit rudely said no! I quickly changed the subject. The rest of the ride was small talk and her telling me when to turn. I got so caught up in it the chat I hadn't realized what street we were on: mine!

As she said it was "number 187 on the left up ahead," I thought I might drop dead right then... in fact at that moment, I kind of wished I would.

I sped up and drove right past 187, or as I like to call it, "MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!" I broke into a sweat as Kathy yelled at me that I missed it. I pulled around the corner and stopped. The divorcee, it couldn't be, but it had to be... my mom?

"You said we were going to the home of the divorcee?" I asked, dreading the reply.

"Yes, didn't you hear me telling you that was it?" she said pointing back.

"I can't do this, I'm sorry. You'll have to find someone else and to make it up, I'll give you $100 and I'll even try to call a few agencies for you. I'll even give you a free one-on-one show sometime if you'd like, but I can't perform tonight."

"What the fuck!" She yelled. "You can't just decide at the last minute you're pulling out!"

I should've come up with a better excuse, but instead I just offered up that I knew Eddy who lived there, the divorcee's son. I didn't add that I knew him very well because he in fact was me!

Kathy stared at me and like a light switch, her face changed from a stunned, angry customer, into one of recognition. She opened my glove-box and before I could slam it shut, she removed my ownership certificate and as I tried to rip out of her hand, I heard her read my name out loud. I just felt as if I'd been shot, I could barely protest, much less move. I just slumped back in my seat and stared out into space.

"I knew I recognized you, I saw you that time you picked up your mom at work. Us other ladies in the office were quite taken back by how handsome and muscular Nancy's boy was." I was too flabbergasted by the evening's events to acknowledge the compliment.


"Tell you what Eddy, I'm normally a very understanding woman, but tonight I'm stuck and have no choice but to be a bitch. I have to provide a stripper and quite frankly, I am curious about your masturbation show, so you either perform tonight or I tell your mother about your little job that she is unaware of."

I began to argue but she cut me off. "Obviously you do not want your mother to know, and if you'll calm down a minute and think rationally, you'll realize the plan is for you to wear a mask. So she'll never know it's you. You do your show, pocket a bunch of money and it remains our little secret. Otherwise, you get nothing AND I break the news to your mother about her son's extracurricular activities. What's it going to be?"

As much as I tried to come up with an alternative idea, I truly could not. My only hope would be that she was bluffing, but that was a risk too great. Kathy went in first and make sure the coast was clear so that I could go undress.

After what felt like an eternity, Kathy finally opened the door and ushered me in. She began to tell me where the bathroom was when she stopped herself with the obvious fact I lived in that house.

As I undressed, I tried my best to focus on the money and that I was wearing a mask. Luckily I didn't yet get the tattoo like I wanted, so I should just be a naked, masked stripper and no one would would distinguish me from another man with the same physical attributes, or so I hoped.

I heard Kathy speaking loudly to my mother and the group of her friends gathered downstairs. "Men are dirt, Nancy, as you found out, but like the dogs that they are, they can be trained if you show them who's in charge."

With that she whistled. My cue. I came downstairs wearing nothing but my mask, a chained collar and a cock-ring at the base of my shaft.

I heard the all-too-familiar voice of my mother screeching, "Oh my goodness, Kathy, what have you gone and done this time?" If not for the cock-ring, I may very well have gone soft that very instant at the sound of her voice.

My mother -- Nancy! Nancy! Nancy! I had to get it in my head that she was Nancy the divorcee otherwise I'd likely mistakenly call her mom. Anyhow, she was looking at me, ignoring my naked body and hard cock, but instead as if she was looking into my eyes. My fear made me wonder if she knew, but Kathy whispered into my ear, "Relax, she has no idea."

I tried to convince myself she was right and when Nancy said, "So what's your name, dog?" I froze and looked over at Kathy, who stuttered before blurting "Brett".

"Well, then Brett, what is it you're going to do for me tonight? The ladies say you do some type of show, well let's see it."

I couldn't believe that not only was I about to perform in front of her, but that mom, err Nancy, was so eager to see a naked man jack off.

"Brett does an amazing jack off show, don't you?" said Kathy. I nodded, quite frankly not knowing what else to do.

At the urging of the ladies, I began my dance, working my way up to the jerk-off part. These ladies were really into it, including Nancy, which surprised me.

When it came to that point, I was so focused on her being just another client, and I became caught up in the excitement (plus the dozen or so jello shots the ladies were feeding me throughout helped. I began to really play up the act towards the guest of Honor.

At that point, it didn't even feel strange that I was waving my cock just inches away from my mother's face, and when she took a brief hold of it and gave it a quick stroke, it didn't even faze me. In fact, the applause and hollers from the women just made me get into it more. I tugged it a bit and nodded for her to take it. She took the bait and as her fingers wrapped around my shaft, something inside me went haywire. I suddenly became overcome with desire towards her. I saw her for the first time as a woman, not as my mother. She was suddenly a gorgeous 43 year old, blond woman with eyes as blue as the ocean. Her 34D breasts and slim waist gave her the body of a woman 20 years younger.

I lay of the floor and removed her slippers and exposed her feet. I began licking her toes while I stroked my cock as fiercely as I ever have. She rubbed my balls with her other foot.

In the background I could hear screaming, clapping and faintly, one woman explaining to someone else what was going on, probably on a cell phone with a friend.

I stared at Nancy, a part of me wishing she would recognize me. The thought of her knowing it me was what did it as I shouted, "I'm cumming!" not even caring if anyone recognized my voice.

I collapsed back and felt dizzy from the ecstasy and from the booze. I could feel Nancy rubbing her toes around in the cum on my stomach. She brought her toes up to my mouth and I greedily licked my own cum off them. That was the last I remembered until this morning... When I woke up... Hungover... On the couch... Naked... Not even wearing my mask...

The Show Must Go On



Note: I am David Punter who wrote the story "Tied Up For The Day" in the BDSM section - but I forgot my password! Hope you enjoy this story and please give feedback, and vote too!

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If she was honest, Kate was pretty fed up and bored. No, make that very fed up and very bored. But she was shy and quiet, even with her husband Ed. Even after seven years together she didn't usually say what she felt. It wasn't as though she wasn't an attractive woman, although Ed had ceased to comment on the fact. She was good looking, curved in the right places, but generally felt less attractive than she actually was. Ed had given up on the compliments, not because he no longer loved her, but because he felt she didn't believe him. Like so many, she lacked any sense of her own beauty and worth.

Mind you, Ed was the same, only a little more confident than his wife. They were known to their few friends as "the quiet ones". Not given to partying. Very conservative in dress and taste. Never heard to swear or even make the odd critical comment. In fact rarely heard to say anything

But Kate was close to saying something today. Or doing something rash. Anything to relieve the boredom. 

She had nearly said something yesterday but she had bitten her tongue. It would just be a moan and would only make things worse. After all, it had been her idea to come on the cruise and it was a gift from her pop that had paid for it. If she complained now Ed would say it was her idea and their relationship would be even cooler for the rest of the trip.

But here they were, three weeks into a six week cruise that should be the trip of a lifetime and they were both bored. They should have been enjoying it, of course, but once the novelty had worn off in the first few days, nothing seemed especially exciting . Lots of days at sea and not enough to do. They had both forgotten to bring something to read - War and Peace might have helped - and although there was plenty of organised "fun", none of it appealed to their reserved natures. They were not the type to sit in front of the television but there wasn't one anyway. This was a holiday for extroverts and they were totally out of place.

Of course they could sunbathe but Kate wasn't keen to even show a knee or an elbow in public, let alone sit in public gaze in a bikini. She hadn't even brought one on the trip. Why had they come?

Kate was reflecting on this when the woman from the couple at their dinner table suddenly said "So... are you going to the magic show later tonight?"

Ed waited for the predictable negative response and was surprised to hear his wife say "Yes."

Almost as though she had sworn in front of royalty, Kate immediately blushed and lowered her head but looked at her husband. "Er,, that's if you..."

"Er.. I... Yes, I guess it might be interesting." He was not sure himself, but it might relieve the boredom, which was why Kate's "no" had turned into a surprising "yes."

The woman's husband saw the discomfort in their companions' responses and sought a way to ease the mood. "I hear he's very good. Got on at the last port of call. Apparently he basically does a one-night slot on cruise ships - jumps from ship to ship you might say. Just does the one night and then moves to the next ship at the next port."

His wife backed up her husband's attempt to raise the mood. "Should be great fun. We could call for you at 9 o'clock and go together. What's your cabin number?"

Kate felt trapped. It seemed stupid but she had already decided that having said "yes" they could just stay in their cabin anyway. Now it would be rude to turn down this offer.

"That would be okay, I guess." said Ed, feeling the same way. "171"

"Oh, we're in 161 just down the corridor and round the corner." glowed the woman.

Kate shuddered inside. She had not wanted to make friends on the trip.

The man offered a hand to Ed. "Tom Rhodes. And this is Ellie."

Ed nodded. He knew he should have said something but his shyness had really kicked in now.

"And you are..." encouraged Ellie.

"Er... Ed and Kate." 

Tom pushed his chair back. "Nine o'clock, then. 171." As he stood up he leant forward conspiratorially and whispered in Ed's ear. "They say this magician guy has a gorgeous assistant. Great tits."

It was a stage whisper and Kate heard it too. She felt herself redden and she inserted a finger into her collar as though to loosen it, which although high was not really tight.

Tom failed to detect the awkwardness and left the table. Ellie followed. Ed and Kate said nothing.

When Tom and Ellie called later, Kate had changed from her dinner dress into something more comfortable. It was hot and she had put on a wrap-around skirt and a t-shirt, two of the more brightly coloured items among the clothes she had bought. As she opened the door she wondered if maybe she should still be wearing her dress for the "show" but noted with relief that Ellie was wearing something similar, although her skirt was much shorter. The other difference was that Kate felt self-conscious in her t-shirt - her largish breasts seemed too visible even though she knew the t-shirt was not that tight. She hated drawing attention to them and she had added a cardigan.

"Hi, Kate" gushed Ellie. "My, you must have cold blood... or a cold cabin. It's too warm for cardigans tonight."

Like many times in her life, Kate felt trapped. Take it of and feel embarrassed or leave it on and seem rude. But she kept it on.

They made their way to the on-board theatre where a sizable crowd had filled the auditorium. The lights were dim and the noise of the PA was loud and made conversation difficult. So Ed and Kate found it impossible to argue - not that they would - when Tom and Ellie led them down to the centre of the front row, the only place where they could find four seats together.

The lights dimmed further and the show began. The magician was surprisingly good and Ed and Kate found themselves relaxing. Undemanding entertainment they could relax and enjoy. No conversation needed either. It was very hot, especially so close to the stage lights, and in the darkness Kate felt able to discretely slip off her cardigan. 

At a brief lull in the show Ed was pondering that the gorgeous assistant with the "big tits" hadn't appeared yet, when some stage hands brought on a large upright box, probably big enough to hold a person comfortably. He was surprised to find himself getting mildly excited at the prospect that the glamourous assistant was inside, and especially if she wore little clothing, like many such magician's ladies. 

He was not disappointed. After showing an apparently empty cabinet and closing the doors, the magician threw them open again to reveal a very sexy woman wearing just a gold bikini and high heels.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my beautiful assistant Lara." declared the magician with a flourish. There was enthusiastic applause and some wolf whistles. "Now I need some help from a young lady in the audience. Lara, please select someone."

The beautiful Lara ran gracefully down some steps at the side of the stage, looking for her "victim". To Kate's horror, Lara grabbed her hand and within a moment she was being pulled from her seat and towards the steps. She started to protest. "No, I...." but her hesitant words were lost in loud applause. This was her worst nightmare. But while she was too shy to get on stage in front of an audience, she was also too shy to protest further.

As Lara let go of her hand and left the stage, the magician took Kate's other hand and turned her to face the audience. She was slightly relieved to discover that the dark auditorium and bright stage lights combined to render the crowd almost invisible, except of the first row or two. She could make out Ed and their new "friends". Ed wasn't smiling but his eyes were very wide. He looked shocked and paralysed. 

"Now, my dear, what's your name?"

"Er...em... Kate." she whimpered.

"Speak up. Everyone wants to know the name of such a beautiful specimen of womanhood."

"Kate." she said, only slightly louder.

"Well, Kate, I won't ask your cabin number. After seeing you up here you might have lots of gentlemen callers."

Kate was already considering staying in the cabin for the rest of the cruise.

"Now, beautiful Kate, I need your help with the next part of the show. You aren't claustrophobic are you?"

Kate shook her head meekly. She knew that even if she had been, she would have still not admitted it.

There was gentle laughter from the audience, as though they had picked up her nervousness and wanted to affirm her.

"Step this way, then, Kate."

As she had expected, the magician helped her step backwards into the cabinet. Immediately she realised it wasn't as deep as she had thought. Probably part of the act. She stood in the box, facing the audience. She caught a glimpse of Ed's face, smiling now a little, as the magician closed the door with a flourish. It was completely dark inside and although she had declared that she wasn't claustrophobic, she felt very hemmed in and trapped, although glad that she was out of the audience's gaze. She could just about hear the magician saying something and the audience laughing.

Suddenly Kate felt movement behind her, as though the box had suddenly got bigger.

"Shhh." breathed a voice. "It's me - Lara. Don't say anything."

"Okay." said Kate, before she realised what she had heard.

"I was in the back of the cabinet. There's a hidden section with a door. That's the secret. Now listen! You need to do exactly what I say. We only have a minute. Quick, swap places first."

They did so. Kate felt uncomfortable with the way they had to squeeze past each other in complete darkness. Now Kate was in the back.

Take off your skirt and t-shirt."

"What!" Kate was shocked.

"It's okay. I picked you because you are about my size and shape. I'm going to put them on. It's part of the act. Audiences love it!"

"I ... I can't do that."

"You must! It's for the trick. You'll get them back, of course!"

Once again Kate's paralysing shyness was overcome by her unwillingness to say "no". She quickly slipped the t-shirt over her head and handed it over to Lara. She did the same with the skirt and Lara put them on. The cabinet was getting hotter and hotter. Even in her underwear Kate found it oppressive. And even with the heat she found herself shaking with anxiety. But somehow the total darkness began to help her feel less concerned.

"Right. Stay there and don't move. There's an emergency door behind you if anything goes wrong."

Kate had visions of the stage hands watching her emerging from the back of the cabinet in her underwear and found herself laughing slightly despite the unnerving situation. "I'm not going anywhere."

Lara slid the adjoining door closed behind her and Kate began to hear chants of "Lara! Lara!" Obviously the magician was milking the audience.

She felt the cabinet shake as the front door was opened for Lara to step out. There was large applause and the magician made some remark which drew laughter. Then the cabinet moved a little again and Kate guessed that Lara had stepped back in. There was a gentle bump as the door was closed again and immediately the adjoining door opened.

"Brilliant. They're loving it tonight." whispered Lara. "Right get your undies off, quick!"

Kate froze. "What? I can't do that! You're joking!"

"No, it's okay. You're going to put my bikini on."

"I'm not."

"You must! Come on.. Quick. We can't waste any more time. Look, swap places first."

Kate reluctantly squeezed back into the front half of the cabinet. "Look, I'm not doing this. I can't wear your bikini. No way."

"You've got to. You' ruin the act if you don't. Come on, it will be brilliant!"

"I'm not standing in front of an audience in that tiny bikini."

This was bizarre. She was in pitch black arguing with a woman she had never met about swapping clothes.

"You've got to."

Once more, the demand was too strong for Kate to fight and her obedience and the sheer strangeness of her situation overcame her shyness. She unclasped her bra, dropping it to the floor and then slipped her panties down to the floor. "Do you need my underwear or something?"

But Lara didn't immediately answer and then suddenly said "Shit!" almost too loudly.

"What?"

"I can't get this top undone. Quick, help me. He's going to open the door. You spent too long arguing."

Kate reached out in the darkness and found herself groping the woman's breast. She withdrew her hand hastily. "Sorry."

"Shit, it's too late. He's going to open the door." Suddenly Lara pulled the adjoining door shut. 

"What? NO!" Kate panicked. "Get me out!" 

She felt around with her foot for her underwear but Lara must have slid it across with her foot already. She was naked, all alone but about to be exposed to an audience of hundreds of strangers.

Kate could hear a new chant from the audience. "Kate! Kate! Kate!"

She had her back to the door as the magician suddenly yanked it open triumphantly. Her naked body - ass picked out by a bright beam of light - was right there in the spotlight. She was frozen to the spot, wanting to run but not daring to move.

There was a split second of silence that seemed to last forever, as though the crowd didn't know how to react and then sudden tumultuous cheering, whistling and shouting broke out.

At that moment some sort of emotional damn broke deep with Kate. In a sense she had no choice. She had to take control. Somehow. Like a rat trapped in a corner that turns and attacks, she had to do something. 

With an astonishing surge of adrenaline Kate spun round with a flourish and stepped triumphantly out of the box. Although a part of her brain wanted to cover everything with her hands and get off stage as fast as possible, instead she walked confidently to the front of the stage with her hands held out, milking the applause, and a strange tingling in her groin which she almost felt was visible to her adoring onlookers. 

This felt good! It felt amazing! She was no longer shy Kate, she was now confident Kate. She felt extraordinarily loved, wanted, admired, desirable. On the front row she could see Ed sitting with his shocked, wide-eyed look again, but all around him people were stood up cheering, clapping, and even stamping their feet. She grinned at Ed and raised her eyebrows as if to say "Bet this is the biggest surprise of your life, buddy."

Moments later there were even some boos amidst the continuing applause as the slightly bemused magician ushered Kate back into the cabinet. The door was closed and the inner door was opened.

"I am SO sorry." breathed Lara, handing Kate her clothes.

"Oh, don't be." said Kate. "That was just about the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me."

And later that night, back in the cabin, the sex with Ed was the most exciting it had ever been. For both of them. Suddenly the cruise wasn't quite so boring after all. What surprises might the rest of the holiday hold?



The Show Must Go On



Prelude:

"Stop. Stop. It's too sensitive. I cant take any more!" Liv pushed against the top of his head while simultaneously clamping her thighs on his ears.

Martin said something muffled. The vibration and escaping air of his words tickled swollen lips. Blessedly, he stopped savaging her clitoris. Sudden relief produced the contented smile that had been warring with intense expressions on her face.

"God. That was unbelievable!" She giggled.

"I'm glad you liked it. It's a crime nobody went down on you before."

"Thank you."

"It was my pleasure. I'll treasure this memory in my spank bank."

"Hey. That's not the deal. This is 'Never Happened Night.' This never happened!"

"Well, technically, it's 'Never Happened Hour,' and that ended ten minutes ago when your pussy was trying to swallow my face."

"Never Happened Hour" had been a tradition on campus for decades. On the night when clocks were set back, events that transpired during the missing/repeated hour never happened. It usually coincided with Halloween parties, slutty costumes, excessive drinking, and coed curiosity. Liv spent her first "Never Happened Hour" performing an impromptu drunken strip tease for the girls in her dormitory suite and enjoyed her first passionate kiss from a girl. She hadn't planned to do anything like that again, but when Martin brought her a shot and asked her what naughty sexy thing she most wanted and never done, Liv inadvisedly admitted, "I'd love to be eaten."

One thing lead to another and the suede panties of her "Barbarian Princess" costume were balled up in her fist. Hot breath mingled with the scent of her own arousal. Martin's cheeks pressed against her thighs, and his tongue danced within her folds. It was delicious. It was frightening. After her orgasm, it was torture.

"Shit Martin! You aren't going to tell anybody are you?"

"That depends. Do you want to go again?"

"No. No. I have an appointment with my voice coach first thing in the morning."

"Speaking of that," he crooned in between nibbling and kissing at the edges of her pubic hair. "We need more singers for our musical production of "Les Liaisons Dangereuses."

"I've never acted, and I get stage fright singing in the back row of the choir."

"If you at least audition, I'll forget the way you're dripping on my chin right now." He smiled mischievously.

"I don't want to audition. I'm not that good. I was as surprised as anybody when I got my partial scholarship. I still think somebody made a mistake."

"They don't make mistakes. After all, they gave me a full scholarship. They know what they're doing."

"Exactly! You'll get a part for sure. It's just a waste of time for me."

"I think you're the most talented sophomore I've ever met, but you're probably right. If they aren't going to cast you, you have nothing to lose by auditioning."

"Quit teasing me. Seriously! You can't tell anybody about this. There's a guy I like. If he hears about this, he'll never ask me out again."

"Listen. I don't normally lick and tell, but this is for a good cause. The director is my best friend, and all of the proceeds go to "The Green Place."

"What's that?"

"It's a charity that plants trees and sponsors urban green fields. We're starting gardens in abandoned lots throughout the city next year. We need about fifty thousand for taxes, insurance, and maintenance for the greenhouse where we start the trees and stuff."

"That's a lot of money. How much have you raised so far?"

"We haven't raised much, but a bunch of us have been volunteering our time. There are just some things we can't accomplish without money. Ticket sales, t-shirts, and donations will raise at least ten thousand. If the show's as much of a hit as we hope, we could raise all of the money."

"When is the audition, and what should I sing?" She sighed.

"Open auditions are from 3:00 to 5:00 the rest of this week. Sign up for a time slot in the foyer of Rike Hall. Sing something from a musical or 80's pop."

"How many people are they going to cast?"

"It's a big production. The music is mostly original and scored for lots of voices. There are some choir parts and a big ballroom musical number with forty people on stage. A lot of dancers are needed too."

"Alright. If you promise that tonight never happened, I'll promise to audition. OK?"

"In that case, let me taste you one more time!"

Martin nuzzled into her. He kept away from her hot button, so the result was more playful than stimulating.

"Stop. Stop. Enough! I've got to run."

-----

Encounter:

"Hey Liv! Wait up."

"Hey Dan. Was Professor Gordon hard on you this morning?"

"He was about his usual cheerful self. How about you?"

"He said he wasn't too disappointed by my chest voice. He wants me to take yoga to strengthen core muscles."

"Wow! That's high praise from Maestro Hard Ass. He just tells me to climb out of legato hell and articulate for once."

They both laughed causing heads to turn in their direction. "Articulate! Articulate!" was Professor Gordon's mantra. He once made the freshman choir chant "Articulate" for a whole hour until he could hear all four syllables clearly at any tempo.

Dan looked into Liv's eyes while they enjoyed the moment. "Do you want to grab some lunch with me?"

"That sounds great, but I have to swing by Rike for a moment first."

"Oh, what's at Rike?"

"I promised an acquaintance I would audition for the spring musical. The sign-up sheet is there."

"You surprise me! I don't know that I have the nerve to try out for that. I'm impressed."

"I know. I have terrible stage fright. I just think about all those people in the audience and I cringe."

"Why are you doing it then?"

"It's for a good cause. I don't think I'll get a part anyway. I don't act, and there are plenty of better voices on campus. I guess I'm just doing it for the experience. I need to get used to rejection."

Dan shrugged in partial disbelief. If she was brave enough, he could try too. "Do you mind if I sign up too?"

"Sure, it'll be fun. Let's see if we can get audition times close together."

-----

Audition:

The stage manager opened the door as Liv and Dan walked up hand in hand. "Good. You're on time. Dan is it? You're up first. Give your music to the pianist. You - girl - what's your name?" The harried upperclassman consulted his clipboard. "Liv, hurry to the wardrobe room over there. See if there's a costume to fit you."

The wardrobe was an impressive collection of 18th century finery. A skinny guy wrapped a tape measure around her waist as soon as she crossed the threshold into his domain. He leaned back to appraise her thoroughly with a squint. Liv suddenly felt like a self conscious side of beef in the butcher shop window. 

"You'll do. Try on the lavender courtesan dress over there."

"This one?"

"No, try the one hanging on the back of the chair."

"Is there someplace I can change?"

"Oh honey! This is theater." He said it with an exaggerated lisp. 

Liv managed to squeak, "I'm really self conscious." Her chest was tightening in panic, and her throat felt like sandpaper.

The skinny guy looked impatient. "I've seen half the girls on this campus, and not one has gotten a rise out of me yet. Now, that stage manager is something else."

Liv rationalized: it would be OK since the guy was gay. The door to the wardrobe room hung wide open, so she scurried into the back corner for maximum privacy. With socks, shoes, and her folded trousers on a chair beside her, she stepped into the fancy gown. It was snug when pulled over her hips. It tugged her panties into an irritating wedgie. She simultaneously hauled up the bodice and jerked her sweater over her head.

Dan's high baritone or low tenor wafted back stage. He chose a Celtic love song from the last choir program. Liv thought he sounded better than the soloist the choir selected for that number. Choir politics sickened her, and the brown-nosers always got the best parts no matter the merit.

"Come on honey. You're up soon. Get that bra off, and I'll lace you." 

Liv complied with the order, but she felt simultaneously ridiculous and embarrassed. The lacing was excruciatingly tight. Rods or sticks were built into the dress to compress her stomach and push up her breasts.

"Ha! Don't bend over too much. You have bigger tits than the last girl who wore this. I'll have to add an inch of lace."

"Is it decent?" Liv struggled to see in the full hight mirror obscured by a rack.

"It'll do for the audition. Now hurry. They're ready for you."

Liv rushed while picking at the wedgie and holding the tops of her breasts for fear she might pop out. Glancing at another reflection, she couldn't help observing that she was wearing something like the ultimate wonder bra. She never saw so much cleavage in a mirror before.

Dan passed her as she ambled onstage. He paused, and his eyes bugged out. "Awesome!" was all he said.

Liv was a sight to see in the dress. She hadn't used the hoops designed to flair the hips and raise the hem. Fabric dragged on the floor. The musical's director, a fifth year senior named Amanda Pringle, was nevertheless pleased to see how fetching Liv appeared. They'd been having trouble finding the combination of innocence and sex appeal demanded by the role of Cécile. Few underclassmen auditioned, and many of the accomplished students shied away from Amanda's production.

"What are you singing for us today? Do you have music?"

Liv cleared her throat nervously. She inhaled deeply and was surprised to find that she could fill her lungs. There must be elastic in the dress. "I have an a cappella piece."

"Go ahead then." Amanda smiled. If this girl could sing at all, she was going to play Cécile.

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Exposure:

"Well, how did it go?" Dan was chatting with the costume master, Barry, while waiting for her in the wardrobe room.

"It was fine. Didn't you hear? I warbled a bit, but I think I did pretty well.

There was a tall girl picking through the racks in a probably futile search for a gown. 

"I'll be with you in just a moment, Darling! Let me get Honey here out of her dress first." Gay Barry was already pulling on her laces to get slack for the knot. 

Just as the strain was released, a group of six students that Liv recognized from the advanced choir walked in. Liv never made it very far into the room before she was accosted, so she was jostled and bumped by the newcomers squeezing past. Barry pulled the puffy sleeves down her arms from behind and suddenly bared her breasts to the crowd. 

Hands flew up to protect her modesty, but Dan and everyone else already had a peek. She turned beet red. That wasn't the way she imagined showing herself to Dan for the first time. Her fantasy was more elaborate and required him to earn the privilege.

Barry laughed, "Aren't you sweet? This is theater!" His smile was huge. Almost everyone turned back to their own conversations. Barry pulled the dress down leaving Liv standing in panties and covering her breasts.

"Hand me my sweater," she leaned her head to indicate the chair across the room.

Gentleman Dan fetched her clothes, but he didn't look away while she pulled the sweater on. He leered. Liv squirmed and hurriedly dressed with marvelous motions.

"When do we find out? Will there be call-backs?" Dan asked.

Barry told them both to come to the first rehearsal next week. "You'll find out then."

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First Rehearsal:

Liv's jaw dropped to the floor. Abigail and Martin walked on stage from the wings, and both were completely naked. Liv's eyes darted from Martin's package to the floor and back to his package so many times she began to feel vertigo. She just didn't know where to look.

"When an actor or actress gets naked on stage, the audience becomes very vulnerable," Abigail observed. "Don't you all feel vulnerable now? You're all thinking: Are they going to be OK with this? Am I?"

"Today, we are going to start turning this cast into a company," Martin added with a penetrating look. "We are the principal actors. We spend a lot of time in someone else's skin. It can't be done while staying sane unless you are comfortable in your own skin."

Liv felt so vulnerable that her mind hardly processed the message being received. Her mind stuttered in belated realization: Wait. What? I'm a principal actor? What part?

Dan stared openly at Abigail's figure and chanced a few looks at Martin as well. Neither of them were spectacularly good looking, but they were young and fit. Dan estimated his cock was probably bigger than Martin's, but he couldn't be certain. It was a little chill onstage.

Of the five women and three men in attendance, Liv was the only one unable to overcome her inhibition and roll with this audacious maneuver. Some of the cast even walked over for a close inspection. One of the other girls said, "Don't tell Barry about the new costumes!" Everyone laughed nervously.

"A good performance is much more revealing to the audience than a little bit of skin," Abigail continued when the murmuring died down. "None of you should feel nervous with nudity. It's only skin deep. Actors reveal their souls."

There was a pause while Abigail waited for someone to contradict her. Liv looked at her own hands and wondered how soon she could get away.

Martin filled the void by adding, "Nudity is a means to an end. It can make funny moments funnier, plot twists more surprising, tragedy more cathartic. It works because nudity still makes people squirm."

Abigail continued as if the speech was rehearsed. "If what happens in a naked moment is painful or sad or inhumane, the audience's perception is heightened. They are more open emotionally, and then you nail them with something they aren't ready for."

On cue, the stage manager arrived with a cart supporting a large computer display.

Martin slouched and started clicking his way through various play lists. Liv took advantage of everyone's diverted attention to sneak a few more inspections of Martin's tight body. His round ass checks and muscular legs titillated her. She could see the bottom of his scrotum hanging. Her longing for him to bend over just a bit more produced another blush.

The first example on screen was a female magician from a Montreal festival. She walked out on stage dressed in a conservative business suit. She waved a small red handkerchief to the audience and then stuffed it into one closed fist. It appeared to be a standard disappearing handkerchief trick when she opened both hands and wiggled her fingers to show that the cloth was gone. Then she reached into a jacket pocked to indicate where the handkerchief went.

The magician winked to the crowd and removed the jacked to reveal nothing but a bra underneath. She strutted and worked the stage to repeat the trick. The handkerchief once again disappeared, but this time the magician discovered it under the waistband of her skirt. Of course, the skirt had to go. By this time, the reaction of the audience was as interesting as the magician standing in bra and panties.

Once again, the handkerchief disappeared into a fist. Low and behold, it was found in one cup of the bra. A teasing reveal with back initially turned to the audience left the magician standing there topless. The festival audience squirmed. The camera showed men smiling nervously or looking at their toes. Women glanced side to said as if silently asking, "Is this OK?"

Once again, the disappearing square of cloth was found, and the panties had to go. Exposed, the magician spent a few moments strutting on stage, shaking her tits, and thrusting her pelvis. She cupped one hand to her ear to encourage loud cat calls and cheers. Finally, the handkerchief disappeared into her fist one last time. The magician looked confused. She patted her own body in a sensual way. She turned around and looked over her shoulder. Then she smiled and winked. She bent over slightly with her knees spread. It looked for all the world like she was pulling the handkerchief out of her vagina. She pulled the taught cloth slowly and really milked the moment. When it was finally free, she tossed it into the seats to thunderous applause.

Martin halted the video. "Do you see. The magician only had one trick, and it was a fairly routine one too. You were all riveted to the performance just like the live audience. Every emotion - every conjecture about where she could be hiding the prop was magnified by the nudity!"

Liv noted that everyone seemed to be nodding their heads. Even Dan appeared to agree with the analysis. Liv just wanted to sneak away and play with herself. Stripping like that in front of a regular audience that wasn't expecting nudity had to be the hottest thing she ever saw. How could that woman do it?

Abigail introduced the next one. "Leo Butler's 'Faces in the Crowd' is maybe the best example of all. The audience was perched high above the action looking down into a living area where the actors not only stripped naked, made violent love, and went to the toilet -- all in full view -- but also masturbated and blamed the hopelessness of their lives on British politics."

The clips Martin played proved the truth of everything Abigail described. The love scene was extra hot because the characters were trying to conceive a baby. Liv's greatest fear was getting pregnant. Making a baby, even pretending, was the ultimate taboo for her. She was also fascinated to see a man masturbate. Everyone had heard about nudity on stage. Liv even saw a production of the musical, "Hair", where the actors got naked for a few seconds. Sex could be simulated. But this actor actually got an erection. He stroked, and he came. It was all in front of an audience. Could he do that on cue every performance? Just the thought of having an orgasm in public made Liv feel faint.

"Alright. That's enough for today. We've used up our two hours, but I expect you all here on Thursday. I have some acting exercises I want to try."

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Dousing the Fire:

Dan walked Liv home to her dorm. She enjoyed his company but really just wanted to get herself off as soon as possible. They made out on her bed for a while and chatted about the first rehearsal.

"Dan, Do you think Abigail was sexy?"

"Of course she was. I'm just glad I didn't have to get naked because I had a boner from the moment I saw her. Did you think Martin was sexy?"

"Yah, I guess. It was really hard for me to look at him. I mostly looked at the floor."

"Too bad. They pulled that stunt because they wanted you to look. You should have walked right over and inspected the meat."

"That's so naughty! What about the magician? Do you think she had that handkerchief inside her the whole time?"

"No. That's all part of the illusion. It was really good though." Dan paused and searched her eyes for guidance. "I still have a boner. I was gunna go home and jerk off a dozen times, but if you're as horny as I am, do you want to mess around a bit?"

"I don't know. My roommate will be back from dinner soon."

"Don't you have a signal like a sock on the door knob?"

"It's never come up before."

"I'm willing to chance it if you are." His look of longing mirrored her own.

"Do you have a condom?"

"Are you kidding, I've been carrying one in my wallet since high school."

"Hurry-up and put it on. We'll have a quickie!"

Dan stripped without the least self consciousness. Liv took off her shoes and pants, but she was afraid to get naked. She didn't know Dan that well yet.

He positioned her on the bed and then rolled the condom down his shaft. She shuddered with anticipation and fear. He settled his naked body on top of her while he kissed her neck and then sucked an ear lobe. His hand slid under her shirt and stroked a nipple through the fabric of her bra. After a while, she arched her back so he could reach around and unhook her. 




The Show Must Go On



In a delirium of kissing, rubbing, and squeezing, time passed in a blur, and she found herself nude. She lay across the bed with her legs hanging over the side. Dan was standing positioned for a first thrust. The tip of the condom already tickled her opening.

"Are you sure this is OK? You seem a little reluctant."

"I'm just nervous. I'm always this way. I really want you. I'm hungry to feel you inside me."

He pushed slowly in. It took some time to spread her lubrication along his shaft, but soon he was plunging deep and pulling out again with a slow rhythm. He grunted animal noises and his face contorted.

It felt nice to Liv. She was so horny she wanted to explode, but the slow pumping wasn't going to get her off. Dan was distracted. One of Liv's shy fingers covered her button. Imagination replayed the scene of the actor masturbating. Coming in front of an audience had to be a wicked thrill for him - stroking up and down in full knowledge that people were watching his most private moment. Women in the crowd were creaming their panties to the sight of him. Some of them squeezed their thighs and wriggled in their seats.

Liv's hand was moving in a blur. Dan watched in fascination and savored the sensation of his cock inside her while she masturbated. He had never watched a girl masturbate before except on the Internet. He struggled to time his own orgasm with hers.

When Liv realized what she was doing, it was too late to stop the rush. She had an audience too. It was her last thought as orgasm silenced her rational brain.

Dan fucked as fast as he could when he felt her clenching his rod. His climax was enough to leave him sweaty, and he collapsed on top of her while his penis shrank.

He barely had time to pull the spent condom off when they both heard a key in the lock. Liv yanked the blanket over herself leaving Dan exposed. His glistening prick hung as limp as the used condom in his hand. The roommate took one long look and retreated to the hallway.

"Oh my god! She's going to think I'm a slut." Liv's eyes watered in shame.

"So what if she does. That will just make her a hypocrite because everyone needs sex to be human."

"Please go now."

-----

Dawning Realization:

Liv opened her email to find an attachment with the first set of music to learn. The song was called, "I See Myself," by Pringle & Black. Abigail wrote the lyrics, and Martin wrote the music. The song was for the character of Cécile. A quick check confirmed that the email wasn't sent to anybody else.

The lyrics described a girl coming to the realization and first expression of sexuality. It wasn't completely clear, but is seemed to describe the character's first masturbation. Alone in her room, Liv hummed the tune to herself. It was a beautiful melody. She would be embarrassed to sing the lyrics, but they were kind of sweet. Singing about seeing herself as a woman for the first time stimulated the urge to feel that moment. Even with the risk of being caught a second time in one day, Liv slid her hand into her panties while she hummed. It was a really good song.

When her head cleared, Liv researched her character on-line. There had been many productions of "Les Liaisons Dangereuses" over the years according to a wikipedia entry. Cécile de Volanges is an innocent girl just released from a convent school. She's betrothed in an arranged marriage to a man she doesn't know. She is so naive that she is tricked into letting the lecherous Vicomte de Valmont into her boudoir. It isn't quite rape, but the scene is one of reluctance. Later, Cécile confides her regret to the older and wiser woman, Marquise de Merteuil, who councils her to learn to enjoy sex; learn to explore sensuous boundaries and have as many partners as possible before marriage.

Cécile goes on to have sex with herself, sex with her music teacher, and lots of sex with Valmont.

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Second Rehearsal:

"Everyone take a script from Martin." Abigail was addressing the principal actors gathered on stage. The supporting cast and crew gathered in the front rows, and a handful of musicians occupied the pit. "We haven't finished all the songs yet, but we'll get started with the material we have."

Liv smiled slightly and grabbed a script for herself and another for Dan. She couldn't help mentally undressing Martin. Very little imagination was required. Dan gave her a wink when she turned back with a guilty look. 

Abigail faced the seats to address the new players. "Welcome! In fitting tribute to the charity we're sponsoring, this show opens on March 3rd and closes on Earth Day, April 22. That gives us four months to prepare, but we need to raise $50,000 by our last performance. I'm the director, and I also play the part of Merteuil. I'm a cynical bitch who milks men in more ways than one. My character is like that, too."

Martin snorted. Abigail glared at him.

Turning back to the performers and crew, the director continued, "This is a challenging production. Many of you know my reputation and are willing to participate anyway. Thank you. I hope we rock the theater with our musical adaptation of this famous novel and play, but I am nobody's fool. Half the audience will be here for only one reason: They want to see tits and ass. Our job is to make them rise above that - pun intended - and sweep them away with the powerful drama. Don't forget this is art. This play is a tragedy, and I won't be satisfied unless the audience cries at the end."

Liv planned to quit the first time she got a moment alone with Abigail. Maybe she could fall back to a supporting role or the choir. She wasn't ready to play Cécile. She certainly wasn't ready to show tits and ass to strangers.

As if reading Liv's mind, Abigail began an impassioned plea: "The actors who are with me on stage are some of the bravest and most dedicated artists you will ever meet. Every one of the principals will be nude at some point. They need your support and encouragement. Please be adult about this. Remember - it is all for a good cause. I want you to give these courageous people a round of applause!"

As the nervous clapping died, Abigail turned to the cast on stage. "I am grateful to all of you, but you are not doing this for me. You aren't even doing it for yourself. This is for art, and it's for 'The Green Place.' I know how terrifying you think it will be, but soon it will feel ordinary. My freshman year, I danced topless in Ryan Murphy's 'Midsummer Night's Dream.' I thought I would die. I was self conscious about my small breasts. I actually thought people would laugh at me. I was nervous, but you get out there, and none of the artists care what you look like. Just get over it."

Martin followed Abigail's confession with his own elaboration: "The first time I went completely bare was during a dress rehearsal. Nude was my costume for the role. I was so nervous - I forgot the dialogue. All I could think in my head was, 'Oh my God, I'm naked!'"

Several people chuckled in reaction to Martin's comedic expression.

"We don't want to spring surprises on you at the end," Martin continued. "Frankly, we need you! There are no understudies. If you leave, we are fucked! That's why we're going to start with some acting exercises intended to break the ice. I want each of you to strip naked right now and stand front stage right. Get used to being seen."

Liv started to panic and looked side to side for the reaction of the others. The tall girl, Josephine or something, raised her hand and started the questions: "I didn't sign up to be a stripper. How do I know this isn't some elaborate peep show and pictures will show up on the...?"

Abigail interjected, "We are not here for jollies! There will be signs forbidding any kind of photography during the performances, and rehearsals are closed. We need to become a family if we are going to get through this. I am not asking you to do anything that I am not doing."

Another girl, Diana, stated bluntly, "I'm not taking off my panties. I'm on the rag."

"Pad or tampon?"

"Pad, but I wouldn't do it with a tampon either. That's just gross!"

Abigail seemed to consider the situation. "You raise a good point. After rehearsal, I want each of you to tell me when you expect your next six periods. Without understudies, we may have to think of some way to work around it. We can't afford to cancel any performances."

"Oh god," Liv thought. "This just gets worse and worse."

Martin was already naked, and Dan was stripped to his undies. The other guy, Glen, looked like a deer in the headlights. He had his shirt off, but he was waiting for further direction. 

Abigail clapped her hands loudly. "Get with it! Strip!"

Soon, everyone on stage was naked except the girl in panties and Liv. Abigail and Martin chose to ignore her for the moment while they called the rest of the cast and musicians over to the side of the stage next to the pit.

"There's a famous acting exercise intended to establish trust. Actors fall backwards and are caught by their peers. We're going to try a variation of that. Each of us nervous naked nellies are going to crowd surf. Carry us one at a time above your heads and then return us to the stage. I'll go first."

Abigail jumped into the crowed. She was face down while they handed her around. Dozens of people were feeling her flesh. At one point, she spread her legs, and hands gripped her inner thighs. When they pitched her back on stage, she tapped the girl in panties and told her to go next. Than Abigail climbed down into the crowd. She whispered into ears as she mingled. 

The scene was getting Liv almost as excited as she was terrified. Strangers were touching the girl's breasts. Someone even put a hand inside her panties and squeezed her ass. The almost nude actress looked exceedingly uncomfortable, but when they popped her back on stage, she smiled while she hyperventilated. "What a rush!"

Martin shocked Liv out of her reverie by pushing her toward the edge. "Your turn!"

Liv allowed herself to be grabbed, and at first, she was more afraid they would drop her than anything. She was so preoccupied with the feeling of vertigo that she didn't notice hands under her shirt at first. At Abigail's command, people where pawing at her clothes. They unbuttoned her jeans. She fought to keep them from being pulled down, but people held her arms firmly. Whoever finally got fingers under her waistband handled her roughly and pulled both pants and panties to her knees.

There were hands on her ass. There were hands on her thighs. The crowd surged as if everyone wanted to touch her at once. They yanked her pants all the way off. They spread her legs, and it felt like someone actually kissed her inner thigh. It was more intense than any fantasy she ever imagined. It was humiliating, but it was hot. She did't even notice loosing her shirt and bra because someones finger slipped in her ass crack; being touched there distracted her completely.

After an eternity, she was back on stage. She could see some of her clothes trampled on the floor. There was no way to retrieve them. Suddenly weeping, she covered herself with her hands and ran to the wings. The wardrobe room was locked, so she hid in a fold of the stage curtain. There was no escape.

"Liv. Liv? Where are you? I know you didn't go far."

It was Dan strutting in the wings with his erection leading the way. Shivering with emotion, Liv whispered, "Over here."

Dan found her and look perplexed. "Hot damn! What a rush. Then they just dumped me on the floor like a sack of garbage. I couldn't help getting a little aroused with all those hands on me. I swear someone was pulling on my dick. Martin sent me back here to check on you and wait until my little indiscretion subsides."

Liv felt relief to hear Dan found the situation arousing too, but she wasn't ready to confess her own feelings. "I can't believe they just ripped my clothes off like that. I feel violated."

"Yah, I guess, but wasn't it hot?"

Liv tried to change the subject. "What are you going to do about your erection? Aren't you embarrassed?"

"I guess, but what do they expect? I just got felt-up by more women in two minutes than in my whole life."

"And men too," she thought.

"Can you just make it go down or something?" Liv remained wrapped in curtain, but she stared unabashedly at the proud pole in front of her. She imagined the crowd touching him. She imagined them touching her again.

"Um, I don't know. It could go down on its own. Were you offering something? It'll definitely go down if I cum." He smiled with a devilish leer.

Liv blushed and wished she had the courage to help him cum right there in the wings. She wished she had the courage to help herself cum. No matter how hard she tried to be indignant, she was beginning to acknowledge to herself that the so called "acting exercise" got her as horny as she had ever been.

"I'm gonna find the restrooms in the lobby and have a quick pull. I don't want to miss too much of the rehearsal. You can come with me if you want." He reached his hand out to her.

Part of her wanted to disappear and never be seen again, but another part wanted to run and jump and celebrate her exposure. Dan was her lover. She could enjoy this intimacy with him and not feel like a deviant.

"Do you have anything I can cover myself with?"

"You surprise me, Liv. I thought you were brave to audition for this, but now that you have a lead role, you're suddenly so shy. It's cute, but you'll need to get over it. You're not the only one who's naked. Walk out with me. Hold your head high. You've got a spectacular body. If someone chances to see it, consider them lucky! It's your contribution to future good karma."

"Why aren't you shy?"

"I am! It was hard for me to strip in front of all those people. But you know what? They've all seen me now. A lot of them have felt me. There's no more point in hiding. I'm just afraid everyone thinks I'm a pervert because of this." He gestured toward his ready tool. He extended his hand for her to hold.

Liv took his hand and was gently pulled into the open. They embraced casually. They walked hand in hand to the interior stage door and eventually to the deserted theater lobby. Nobody saw them, but the front doors to the lobby were clear glass. Anyone standing outside would have seen the couple walk calmly to the restrooms and pause before entering.

"I knew this would be better!" Dan looked in awe. The men's room was utilitarian. The women's room was three times larger and featured padded benches, makeup mirrors, and scented soaps. The university knew how to pamper the theater patrons.

They sat together. Dan started to masturbate almost immediately. "Will you get me some toilet paper? I don't want to get any on the carpet."

Liv hated to turn away. She secretly wanted to watch a man masturbate since she found out what the word meant. The video clips Martin showed in the first rehearsal stoked her curiosity even higher. She unrolled a big wad from the closest stall and returned in a jiffy.

"You can do it too. I bet you're almost as worked up as me."

"Maybe later," was all she could reply. Her throat was dry. She felt feverish. He was doing it right there in front of her. His hand traveled up and down vigorously. 

The show didn't last long. Dan was obviously nearly there before he even sat down. White fluid dripped into the wad of paper accompanied by a contented moan. "That's better."

He shrank right before her eyes.

Smiling, they both retraced their route to the stage wings. Liv dragged her feet a bit, but Dan was able to gently tug her out onto stage. Nobody commented. Abigail paused for the tiniest moment in her speech. Liv felt like every eye was on her.

"Pick-up on page three. We're reading the dialog. Then we'll start the choir number that introduces Cécile. The music's on sheet one in the back."

Liv hunted for her script. She couldn't remember discarding it. Dan eventually found it on the floor along with her clothes. He climbed back on stage with the hastily collected bundle and set it down next to his own pile before handing over the paper. By that time, Abigail was happy with the short dialog. It was time to sing.

Everyone except the choir and Liv went back stage to continue reading. Liv found herself standing on stage with a dozen fully clothed people. It made her extremely self conscious. Everyone just stared at her.

"Um, you start without me. I'm going to put some clothes on." Liv rooted through the pile but couldn't find her panties. Bent over in search, she gave the choir very revealing perspectives. Her swollen lips were puffy enough to hang open, and they glistened. Desperate to cover herself, Liv finally pulled her jeans over her bare ass. It felt so good when her shirt covered her breasts. It was like a weight was lifted.

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Sex Scene:

Rehearsals became more routine. Nobody was required to strip. In a small way, Liv actually felt disappointed. The experience of crowd surfing naked became her go-to masturbation fantasy. Between sessions double-clicking her own mouse and frequent fucking with Dan, Liv was on pace to double her lifetime orgasm total over the course of just a few months.

The rehearsals followed a pattern: Each started with the actors reading a scene or two of dialog. Then, everybody split up for specialized practice. Some danced. Some worked on sets or costumes. Liv joined the choir to master the musical numbers. She also practiced a couple of solos guidance from either Martin or Abigail.

"OK Liv. You nailed the solo on 'Take Me Away.' Now I want to rehearse the first sex scene that segues into that number. You start the scene laying on the bed in your nightshift. Valmont sneaks into your chamber and seduces you. You're a naive virgin. Be as coy as you possibly can as he opens your bodice. Hide your breasts with your hands. I want you to gradually succumb."

Turning to Martin, Abigail continued her direction. "Remember that Valmont is an unrepentant cad. He's cynical and manipulative. To him, Cécile is just a receptacle for him to masturbate into. The whole affair is solely for his gratification."

Liv lay in the bed wearing her street clothes. She was afraid Abigail wanted her to strip, but nothing was said. The rest of the cast mingled in the wings to watch the scene.

Valmont: "What are you going to tell your mother? How will you explain the fact that I have your key? If I tell her I'm here at your invitation...I have a feeling she will believe me."

Cécile: "What do you want?"

Valmont: "Well, I don't know... What do you think?" Martin mimed pulling on the laces of her bodice.

Cécile: "No!" Liv pushed his hands away.

Valmont: "I just want you to give me a kiss."

Cécile: "A kiss? That's all? Then will you go?"

Valmont: "Then I'll go."

Cécile: "Promise?"

Valmont: "Whatever you say." All the while, Martin was opening the nonexistent shift. In the actual performance, the audience would see Liv's tits for the first time.

Cécile: "All right?" Liv pretended noticing her exposure and covering herself with her hands. He looked at her heaving chest and licked his lips. He kissed her cheek and then her neck. He kissed the top of a breast as if it is was exposed.

Valmont: "Very nice." 

Cécile: "Will you go now?"

Valmont: "Oh, I don't think so."

Cécile: "But you promised."

Valmont: "I promised to go when you gave me a kiss. You didn't give me a kiss. I gave you a kiss - Not the same thing at all."

Cécile: "And if I give you a kiss...?"

Valmont: "Let's just get ourselves more comfortable, shall we?" Martin pushed his trousers down below his ass. He had his back to the seats, but Liv was confronted by the waving hard-on right before her eyes.

Valmont: "Kiss me there." He stroked his penis.




The Show Must Go On



Liv was hyperventilating for real. Acting was easier than she ever dreamed. Martin was the second man to masturbate openly right in front of her face. Watching men get off was becoming a fetish for her.

Cécile: "No. No. I couldn't do that!"

Valmont: "Then I will stay here all night until we are found out. What will your mother say? What will your betrothed say?"

Cécile: "Isn't there something else?"

Valmont: "Do this or I'll scream!" Martin played the line for a laugh, and several snickers could be heard in the wings. The incongruity of the aggressor threatening to scream made the scene.

Liv faced away from the audience and mimed giving Martin a blow job. She closed her eyes and let her hands drop to her sides. She felt the soft skin of his circumcised penis rub against the outside of her cheek.

Martin thrust his hips to simulate fucking her month and then executed a convincing fake orgasm.

Liv wiped her mouth as if preventing imaginary semen from leaking out.

Cécile: "Go now. You promised."

Valmont: "A gentleman can't go without returning a favor."

Cécile: "What? No." Liv pushed him away, but he overpowered her and buried his face in her crotch.

"Cut!"

Liv and Martin looked up to see Abigail stride onto the stage. 

"That was very good, but don't be so gentle, Martin. You are taking what you want. Let me show you." Abigail pushed Martin off the bed.

Valmont: "A gentleman can't go without returning a favor." Abigail said the line with dripping sarcasm.

Cécile: "What? No." Liv pushed Abigail away, but she buried her face in Liv's crotch while lifting the hem of an invisible nightshirt. Liv could feel Abigail's hot breath through the material of her jeans. Abigail's nose pressed the seam into Liv's damp lips, and moisture began to soak through.

When Abigail finally disengaged, a wet spot was visible. The smell of sex reached Liv's nose, and she panicked with fear that others would know.

"Martin! You do it like that. Liv, I want Cécile to have her first orgasm while Valmont eats her out. Let me see how good of a faker you are!"

In all, Liv had to fake five orgasms before Abigail was satisfied with the scene. There was a real danger the next orgasm might be real. Martin had to know how aroused she was. Liv was so emersed in her own part she didn't even notice that Martin's pants remained down and his stiff dick had been out for half an hour.

"Alright. That's enough for now. Finish the scene where Valmont sneaks out but keeps Cécile's boudoir key. As soon as the door closes, I want you to start your solo."

Martin hiked up his pants and turned to direct the choir. They sang the introduction, and Liv jumped into "Take Me Away." It was a poignant short solo in which Cécile admits conflicting emotions. The character feels violated but also amazed by the sensation of orgasm. The scene called for Liv to sit up in the bed topless to sing. The audience would get its first prolonged view without Valmont in the way.

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The Scene Most Dreaded:

A week later, they started the scene Liv dreaded most. Abigail demanded they rehearse in costume. Everyone knew Liv was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Abigail reasoned that it was better to push Liv to the breaking point now than in front of a paying audience.

Everyone except Abigail and Liv took seats in the front rows. Lighting was adjusted to place a spot where Liv sat on a stuffed chair in front of a large oval mirror set on wheels. Abigail played the role of Merteuil standing behind the distraught Cécile while consoling and brushing the naive girl's hair. 

Merteuil: "...you resisted him, did you?"

Cécile: "Of course I did...as much as I could."

Merteuil: "But he forced you?"

Cécile: "No...not exactly. But I found it almost impossible to defend myself."

Merteuil: "Why was that? Did he tie you up?" 

Cécile: "No, he just has a way of putting things. You can't think of an answer."

Merteuil: "Not even 'no?'" 

Cécile: "I kept on saying 'no' all the time. But somehow, that was not what I was doing. I am so ashamed."

Merteuil: "You'll find the shame is like the pain. You only feel it once. You really want my advice?"

Cécile: "Please."

Merteuil: "Allow me to continue your instruction..."

The music started in the pit. Abigail pulled Liv up to stand before the mirror at front center stage. She presented her profile to the audience and looked at herself in the glass. Abigail started to sing, "I See Myself," and Liv joined in the counterpoint that would lead to her solo.

As the music rose, Merteuil pulled Cécile up from the chair and removed the vulnerable girl's gown. Liv stood completely naked in front of dozens of fully dressed people. In accordance with the lyrics, she sensually caressed herself. Abigail stood close with arms around Liv in a facsimile of lover's embrace. Liv imitated tentative masturbation, but Abigail abruptly called, "Cut!"

"These days, everybody knows what it looks like when a woman diddles herself. You need to be a lot more convincing."

They repeated the song from the top. Liv played with herself. Her clit was on fire. Abigail still wasn't satisfied. "Cut!"

The director pondered for a moment, and then said, "Let's try with me reaching around to guide your hand. You are supposed to be a complete innocent, so I think that makes sense." All the while, Liv stood completely nude in front of her audience. 

They sang again. Liv's nipples were erect with the excitement of the scene and the knowledge of her exposure. The light projected dramatic shadows and made the eraser sized points even more prominent. Abigail touched the sides of breasts and sent shivers down Liv's spine. Fifty people that Liv barely knew watched from the dark beyond. Abigail guided Liv's fingers into dripping wet folds. The other woman's finger even dipped into Liv's sanctum before returning to her clit. They entered the final verse, and Liv was visibly shaking.

As the verse ended and Liv sang, "I see myself - for the very first time," her body shuddered with a real orgasm. It was not the most intense, but it was her first with another woman. The stage lights went down and Liv's knees buckled. The lights went up over the audience to a thunderous standing ovation.

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Wither the Boyfriend:

The full dress rehearsals left everyone encouraged that the show would be a success. The production was coming together. Each of the principal actors had their own intimate performances at one point or another. Liv enjoyed watching. She looked forward to each day's events. She even looked forward to her own scenes between bouts of intense fear.

Dan played Danceny, the music instructor. Cécile becomes more sexually adventurous. She flirts and seduces her instructor. The man longs to touch her but knows she is forbidden. After a long slow tease, Danceny finally takes Cécile from behind. Liv has her back to the audience while Dan thrusts against her. When the hapless instructor pulls out spent, Valmont confronts him. Accusations fly. Danceny flees. Valmont soothes the stricken girl as if she has just been raped. Cécile plays the part, but Valmont is actually jealous. He throws her down, strips off his clothes, and plunges himself into her. The simulated sex is vigorous but brief.

After the third or fourth full rehearsal, Liv's fantasies started to include having two men at once. The thought of two men coming inside her, one right after the other, was deliciously dirty. She would never do it for real, she told herself.

A rumor started to spread that Dan was practicing a little "self fluffing" back stage before his scene with Liv. He already had a reputation as the pervert in the cast. Abigail actually addressed it one day: "Everyone is afraid to show themselves at anything less than their best. I've known women who had no problem with full frontal nudity but wouldn't show their ass for anything. Men are the same way, but their anxieties are more narrowly focused, shall we say?"

The stage was kept fairly cool. The guy who played Cécile's betrothed whispered in her ear, "All fear the dreaded 'shrinkage.'" He had his own sex scene with Merteuil that was as racy as anything Cécile did. He even had to stand at the front of the stage while Merteuil commanded him to take off one piece of clothing after another. It was a display of female dominance that produced a sultry strip tease and was sure to excite the women in the audience.

Abigail embarrassed Dan by making him stand naked in front of the other principals. "OK. Get an erection!"

"I can't do it on command," Dan lamented.

The director launched into another of her famous speeches: "Let's just get this out of the way. Everyone here gets turned on by something in the production. That's deliberate. Don't any of you deny it. Dan, here, just has a little less control than the rest of us. It doesn't make him a bad person, and I'm ashamed of the way you all treat him. We should be closer than a family by now."

Dan looked happy to have someone other than Liv on his side.

"In fact, I want all three of you guys to strip naked right now. I'll give a special prize to the first one who gets a full erection."

Dan's unit was already starting to swell. Martin stripped with enthusiasm. The other guy seemed reluctant, but complied. They had all seen each other naked two or three times a week for months.

Abigail arranged the men in a line facing everybody else. She sauntered back and forth pretending to inspect them. She leaned forward and whispered something in Martin's ear, and he started to rise. Looking at the result, Abigail smiled and moved to the next. She crouched and blew gently on Dan's dong. That got him almost all the way there. The last guy was treated to a semi-private look at Abigail's tits. He saw and touched them in every dress rehearsal, but this time they were Abigail's little conical points instead of Merteuil's. Somehow, that made a difference.

Their tormentor growled. "I don't think any of you are quite up to your full potential yet. Don't let all these lovely ladies watching you hold you back. If you need to fluff a little, get to it."

All three guys started to slowly jerk. Liv caught herself in a smile that was wide enough to crack the corners of her mouth. She immediately put her game face on.

Dan was judged the winner. It helped that he was the largest by a small margin. It made everyone think that others weren't quite at maximum yet.

Martin was indignant. "What am I supposed to do with this?" he continued to slowly stroke. 

"Do the same thing you've done at every rehearsal after your scene in Cécile's boudoir." 

Several cast members snickered. Why hadn't Liv heard about this? When she thought about it, she should have guessed. He always got hard when he dropped trousers, and he was always still hard when the scene ended.

"What did I win?" Dan was single minded.

Abigail whispered in his ear. She even grabbed his meat for a couple of quick pulls while he smiled about whatever revelation the director provided.

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Opening Night: Act One

It was a full house. Rumors had spread around campus. About half the audience was the usual patrons and enthusiasts. The cheaper seats were packed with students. With more than 600 seats, the box office had to be at least $9,000 for opening night. Abigail confided that statistic as she gave everyone a last minute pep talk. The lights went down, and Liv told herself, "It's now or never." 

When Liv heard her cue, she walked onstage in her courtesan's dress. Barry never did add the inch of lace he promised. She could't see past the edge of the stage because of the lighting, so she pretended it was another closed session. Everything was going well until she noticed a flash from the balcony. There was not supposed to be any photography! Liv almost missed her next line as her mind raced with the implications. Maybe an usher would confiscate the camera?

The scene in the boudoir left Liv almost as nervous as the first time. Martin unlaced her, and she thought there might have been a gasp from beyond the stage when she was exposed. Everything went as usual. Martin touched her cheek and kissed the top of her breast. She panted with real excitement. That's when everything took a turn.

Liv's face was away from the audience as usual, but Martin shoved his cock actually into her mouth. She had wondered what it would feel like for real, but she was caught off guard. All she could think while she sucked his penis for the first time in front of 600 strangers was "The show must go on." Then, right on cue, he came in her mouth! Liv had never tasted semen before. She gagged. When she wiped her lips according to the script, actual spunk was on her fingers.

Liv wanted to die. Martin's shiny wet knob subsided. He had found an alternative to jerking back stage after the scene. As he lifted the hem of her night dress and pushed his head under, Liv was in panic that this act wouldn't be simulated either. Fortunately, or maybe disappointingly, the scene continued like it was practiced. Liv faked her small orgasm at the right time.

Soon, it was time for the hardest scene of all. Abigail masturbated her in front of the mirror as usual. Liv was close to orgasm, but she didn't quite make it before the song ended. Her acting was still convincing. The musicians in the pit could probably smell her arousal. Liv dropped to her knees as she had every time since the first, and the stage lights went down. The clapping was louder than she ever heard before. She felt a certain pride. As the house lights went up for intermission and the curtain began to close, Liv looked out and happened to notice her parents sitting in the third row. "Oh my god!" she thought. "I told them not to come!" Her dad had a large video camera on his shoulder.

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Opening Night: Act Two

"There is no way I can go out there again. You said there would be no cameras!"

"Listen Liv, we can't afford police. What do you want me to do? We put up signs."

"My parents are out there! My dad has a video recorder."

"As a parent of a cast member, he probably talked the ushers into letting that in. They probably figured it was alright."

"Abigail! I just masturbated in front of my parents, and they recorded it!"

"I can see how that's awkward for you, but they recorded me, too. How do you think I like knowing that there's a recording of me sticking my finger in another woman's snatch?"

"I'm not going on again."

"You can't back out now. We need you. There is nobody else. Think about the 'The Green Place.' Don't be so stuck-up. This isn't all about you."

"At least have somebody go out during intermission and confiscate all of the cameras - start with my dad's. I want see the tape before the curtain goes up again."

"There isn't time for that! I'll ask the ushers to do a sweep. They'll get your dad's camera at least. OK?"

Liv reluctantly agreed. She had lost all enthusiasm for her role. She just wanted it to be over.

The play continued. The original music was a hit. It had a slight pop overtone but was perfect for the emotions portrayed. Martin and Abigail were extremely talented.

Liv was shaking like a leaf as she seduced Dan. She couldn't see beyond the stage, but she knew they were out there. She couldn't believe what she was doing. Her heart was racing. A sense of shame almost crippled her when she dropped the last petticoat to expose her ass. Dan was naked, too. He sidled up behind her as usual. He placed his hands on her breasts and squeezed her nipples. She was still wet from the masturbation scene where she almost climaxed. Feeling Dan's dick on her thigh produced involuntary swelling of her luscious lower lips. Her body was trained by all the fucking she and Dan committed recently.

Her body was more than ready when Dan shoved his cock inside her. "I can't believe he's actually fucking me. There are hundreds of people watching. He's fucking me in public! He's just supposed to simulate it."

Just as those thoughts passed, another panic arose. "He's not wearing a condom!" Liv had never been penetrated without a condom before. "What if he comes inside me?"

Dan whispered as he rutted and pumped, "This is the reward Abigail gave me." He sounded so excited.

The scene went a little longer than usual. She was pinned helpless against a wall while her boyfriend made the most intimate contact she ever experienced. The fear that he might be making a baby actually did paralyze her so that even if she wanted to run off stage, she was unable.

After Dan came, Martin saw his cue and rushed on stage. The accusations were made. Dan stood on stage while his penis shrank and a lingering white drop fell from the tip. At the appointed time, Martin threw her to the floor. Liv was not even acting anymore. She was a rag doll.

It was the sensation of Martin entering her that shocked her into the present. "Martin is fucking me, too. He's not wearing a condom either. If I have a baby, I won't know who the father is. There was something about the situation that worked on her subconscious level no matter how distressed she thought she was. She was so fucking horny that she couldn't help herself. "Two men at once!" "No protection!" "It feels so good!"

She couldn't help herself. Her body was wracked with the most intense orgasm of her life. She screamed out grunts followed by, "Ah! Ah! I'm coming!"

It was Liv's first fully vaginal orgasm. She had never cum without clitoral stimulation before. In answer to her arching back and throbbing vaginal muscles, Martin came inside her. The knowledge that his spunk mingled with Dan's stimulated another small orgasm.

Liv's father continued to record as the lights dimmed. 

Liv had to be helped off stage.

The rest went on as usual. Valmont was killed in the end. Merteuil was revealed as the plotting villain behind everything. When the final curtain fell, the audience was about as subdued as Abigail hoped. The entire cast went back onstage for a bow. Liv was dressed again in the courtesan's dress even though she couldn't remember putting it on. Then the others retreated, and Liv bowed with the other principal actors. The audience was going wild. They were on their feet and cat calling or whistling along with the applause.

"My parents just watched two guys fuck their daughter. They may have witnessed the conception of their grandchild. Hell, they may have even filmed it." In addition to those thoughts, Liv imagined ways she might kill herself before she had to face her parents again.

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Postscript:

There were twenty performances in total. The company raised more than $165,000 after expenses. Liv climaxed in about fifteen of the shows. The masturbation scene was the usual trigger, but sometimes she lasted until later. She became famous on campus. Dan was even jealous because of all the men who approached her. After all, they had seen her as intimately as most people see their spouses.

Liv's dad watched the recording several times. His wife assured him is was all acting when they argued about it after the debut.



The Show Must Go On



I woke up grumpy (with a headache, I might add) after dreaming about fucking and fucking and fucking a tall, wiry man as we were lying on a grassy median strip...in the middle of a four-lane highway. 

It was a great dream. Madonna was in it somewhere. The Dream-Man looked just like an older version of my beautifully blonde high-school sweetheart, only Dream-Man was taller and more wiry and he had better abs...I remember this because Dream-Man had his undershorts on but no shirt, and his long dick was snaking out of his boxers and into my cunt. And, I had a feeling he was much too young for me, so I asked him how old he was. 

He spoke to me in dream language and proudly told me he was 25 years old. However, no matter how often he asked, I refused to tell him how old I was, because I was 60. And, that part of the dream was true in my real, waking life. 

Yes, my friend, it was such a hot dream for a 60-year-old woman like me. It was so hot that I didn't want to wake up. I kept going back to sleep to finish, grinding my pelvis against the down comforter, because I couldn't quite come. I was so close. I was almost there. I was breathing heavily. 

The big, solid Dream-Man was growing in stature and forming beads of hot sweat as he pounded away as hard as any 18-year-old boy beating off in front of a porn download, and there were Hispanic men around who were pretending not to watch us.

But, someone kept trying to pull me away from my orgasm. Not yet. Five more minutes. Not yet...please.

It was Randy. Randy kept trying to wake me up. How dare he? I was having the sexiest wet dream of my life and Randy wouldn't let me finish. Damn you, Randy.

Time to Get Up:

"Get out of bed right now or I'm going to cancel everything, Cookie." No. Please just give me five more minutes. Can't I get up in five minutes? 

"No. Get up. It's time to get up."

Randy always called me Cookie when he wanted something from me, and right now, he wanted me to wake up. It was time for me to get up, have breakfast, shave my pussy, take a shower, and go meet a man named Carlos for a threesome...somewhat in that order. 

No big deal. Just another Friday of smut-filled lust. 

Well, fucking a man I hardly know is not something I do every day, but this was not the first threesome that Randy and I had consummated with Carlos. We had done the wild thing as a group...just seven days before.

Thank God it was going to be Carlos again, the same man I had banged before...but I couldn't believe I had agreed to do this again. 

Should I have been nervous about fucking Carlos a second time? No. Was I? Yes. And, I had a good reason for being anxious. I could barely remember what happened during that first threesome.

I had vague memories...a wine-filled fog of two men and two vibrators. One machine in my cunt and one on my clit. Randy says that I was driving the second vibrator and Carlos was examining my box like an ob-gyn on steroids. And, I can hardly believe it, but Randy says that I lustfully sucked him off while Carlos slammed my pussy from behind with his woody-like stick. Well, I don't remember much about that first three-way encounter, but Randy says that I had a damn good time and Randy has the pictures to prove it.

...

No, I was still dreaming. It was probably time to get up and get ready for yoga class. Or, maybe I was going to go to...oh my God...could it really be true? Was it really possible that in a little more than an hour and a half I was going to be playing doctor with two husbands...one mine...one not.

I was not feeling courageous about doing this. No normal woman over 40 could possibly get naked in front of a semi-stranger-with-a-penis during daylight hours.

Now, don't get me wrong. The idea of two male animals tag teaming me was exciting. It was so exciting that I had dreamt about it off and on every night for the past week. And, dreaming about it was not enough. I had to do it again and again.

The problem was, and is, that I'm insecure about my body, and I don't quite trust Carlos yet. How can you ever really trust a man? Or a woman...for that matter.

My Husband is Randy:

I have a feeling that there are going to be quite a multitude of men skittering in and out of my life...and in my upcoming stories...now that my husband and I have finally crossed the line from playful fantasy to sexual liberation, so I want to make it easy for you to remember my husband's name. 

If you're from the UK, you won't have any difficulty with this, because my husband's name is Randy. And, for those of you in the US, the word "randy" means "horny". Got it? My husband is Randy. All other names in my stories just represent clean, virile males with big, thick, juicy, slippery dicks and enough energy to take me down and fill me up.

Getting Ready for My Second Date with Carlos:

Carlos is tall and wiry and ferociously hung like the man in my dream. And, he's also quite a bit younger than my husband and I, but even though my body was already juicing up in anticipation, my ego was freaking out. 

What should I wear? What kind of makeup looks good with a baby blue teddy? Will this eyeliner make my wrinkles look deeper than they actually are? Should I wear a long necklace or will it become tangled during the sexual festivities? What about my hair? Should I wear it up? Should I leave it down? Should I wear the same shoes I wore last time or would that be tacky? 

I swear. That's what I was thinking. 

Randy thought I was freaking out and running around like mad from the sexual tension. No. I was freaking out because my blush and foundation might make me look old. I was afraid that my nails would chip or that I wouldn't get all the hair shaved off my legs. Or that I would fart at the wrong time.

Yes. It felt just like I was getting ready for a date. 

The Show Must Go On

At that point, the coffee was starting to kick in and I was really waking up. I started asking myself if I could go through with this threesome-thing again, but I kept moving and I continued getting ready and I told myself that, "The show must go on." 

I wasn't sure why I had agreed to do this again. Still, I must admit that I was excited and my pussy was dripping, but the whole fucking idea of this whole fucking thing was crazy. It was too crazy.

So, I told myself that I was an actress and I had a part to play. Yes, I was just another actress getting made up, just as if I were in some movie like Pretty Woman. All I needed was a copy of my lines. Would someone please give me a copy of the script, so I could follow it without thinking?

No, I wasn't Julia Roberts. 

I was Miss Kitty, the old-time hooker on Gunsmoke. Yes, this whole thing would be a hell of a lot easier if I had a Steampunk "Miss Kitty" outfit from the 1800's. Then, I could become someone other than Cookie. I wouldn't be me at all. I would be Kitty. So, I made a mental note to buy a garish outfit with a bustier and lace for next time... just in case I was ever crazy enough to go through with this again.

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However, at that point, I didn't have any playtime, make-believe outfits, so I packed my blue teddy, some heels, a long fake pearl necklace, and some other props. At the same time, Randy was packing his own bag of props: three vibrators, some KY lube, a pack of condoms, and a set of spare batteries.

All shows need props...and my mind started wandering off into space. I started thinking about actresses and wondering if the mom on "Leave it to Beaver" ever had a threesome. They say that all actresses have to fuck a lot of people to get good parts. Maybe Mrs. Cleaver had to have a threesome with a couple of producers to get a great prime-time part like that. Wow, how many producers were there on a show like that? Could she deep throat a guy and take it up the ass...

Randy Could Tell I Was Stalling

So, my mind snapped back to reality when my pissed-off husband reminded me to get moving, as he yelled, "I'll be waiting for you in the car." 

And, then, I knew it was time for the show to go on. So, I double-checked that I had everything in my bag. Yes, I had everything I needed...except courage... And the next thing I knew, I was in the car with Randy on the way to some unknown destination.

"Slow down!" I said. "I'm going to be sick if you don't go a little slower around those corners." 

Randy was driving way too fast because he had a hard on and couldn't wait to watch Carlos fuck me again. I was a little nervous and a little queasy, but it wasn't like I was being coerced into playing along with Randy's fantasy. It was my fantasy, too. 

Randy kept telling me I didn't have to do this if I didn't want to. But, I did want to, even though it didn't make sense. 

I love bedroom play, but I couldn't understand why a man would get an electrical charge out of watching another man screw his wife. Was it like watching porn? Was he "getting off" from showing off his "beautiful" wife...letting someone else in on the secret of how hot his wife was in bed? I mean, I can understand what I was getting out of it. What woman wouldn't want to have a continuous orgasm for hours? What woman wouldn't want to be loved by more than one man? What woman wouldn't want to be loved and adored and fucked by a whole world of men? 

Line 'em up, baby. Let them put me on a pedestal and kiss my feet.

Then, I'll do them all. 

Oooh. The thought of that made my carsickness stop. I had been mindlessly rubbing my clit through my jeans for the last few minutes of the ride. And, then we were there. At the hotel. In the middle of the day. 

Who has a threesome in the middle of the day? 

I always thought it would be something you did in the middle of the night, even though guys always seem to want to have the lights on, so maybe a daytime rendezvous made as much sense as anything else.

I was shaking a little, so I stayed in the car while Randy checked in. This motel just didn't seem like the right place for a wild-west fuckfest. We should be having our tryst in an elegant, old midtown hotel with a lecherous doorman or we should be secreting ourselves into a seedy no-tell motel with hourly rates. This motel was a normal, family-style place. Oh God. This isn't the way it was supposed to be happening. But, I quietly followed Randy to the room after he came back to get me.

Then, once I was settled into our little love nest, Randy went down to the parking lot to wait for Carlos.

Carlos, Carlos, Carlos:

If you, dear reader, are married to someone named Carlos, I can assure you it is not the same man. Carlos is a made up name. His real name is less romantic...much more boring. If you have a husband with a boring name, then you should be worried.

Anyway, my husband Randy came back to the motel room, followed by big, tall, hunky Carlos. And, I started laughing, of all things, because Carlos was wearing the same silly accountant-style shirt that he had been wearing the two other times I had been around him...once, when I first met him in a Mexican restaurant to decide if he was a wacko, and another time when we all "did it" in a big, king-sized bed the week before. 

I didn't tell anyone why I was laughing at Carlos and I have no idea what Carlos thought. 

Maybe, Carlos was wearing his lucky shirt...or maybe he had ten versions of similar white-checked shirts that all looked the same. 

It was not the sexy look I was anticipating from someone coming into a bedroom to fuck me, but somehow I stopped giggling and things started to feel intense and sexual as I looked deeply into Carlos' blue eyes once again. At that point, I didn't care what he was wearing. I just wanted him to take all his clothes off, and change from Clark Kent into Superman.

At that point, Randy started setting the mood, when he pulled out some stories he had written about my sexual encounters that happened during my early, wild-and-crazy years. My husband seemed to get a big kick about hearing things from my slutty past, and he wanted me to read the stories to Carlos, but I just couldn't do it. So Carlos asked if he could see the stories, and then he started reading them out loud. 

It was all too much for me. I went into the bathroom and changed into my sexy babydoll-teddy thing. I could hear Carlos' voice through the door, but not his words. Then, after changing into my see-through lingerie, I put on a silk robe and a few accessories and slinked back out to where the guys were.

I found them staring intently at a computer. Randy had brought his laptop and was showing Carlos the photos of the first time I had fucked the two of them. 

I didn't know what they were so engrossed in, so I went over to the computer and saw a picture of two vibrators going into a naked, hairless cunt, with wide-opened labia that were as red as the lace teddy the woman was wearing...and, oh my god, that was a picture of me. Those were my fingers. Those were Randy's fingers. Those were Carlos' fingers. On a fucking computer. I turned as red as the lace in the photo and walked away, while the guys became more and more enthralled as they clicked through the warm-up slideshow.

Suddenly, Randy became super-horny and went into Super-Director mode. He put on some steamy music and told Carlos to dance with me, but Carlos didn't need as much direction as he did the first time. The big guy immediately pulled me tightly to his body and started massaging my ass with both hands, while my husband sat nearby stroking his own crotch.

But, things weren't progressing rapidly enough for Randy, so Randy jumped up and pulled down the top of my teddy, exposing my huge breasts. And, seconds after that my husband reached over and pulled down Carlos' pants and underwear, exposing Carlos' massive erection. And, at that point I felt hypnotized...compelled to touch that big beautiful cock with its taught skin and its massive superhuman-sized shaft.

That was the moment I remembered why I had agreed to try another threesome. 

My skin was getting hot from the excitement of being so close to that penis. My whole body was becoming alert and aroused. I was back in the game... and I remembered why I liked Carlos. He had a gorgeous, long, thick, rock-hard dick. Who cared if he dressed like a nerd? Who cared if he had a personality of a... a... log? Log. That was the only word I could think of. His dick was as big as a log. A big, beautiful penis log. Bigger than my husband's decently sized dick. And, Carlos had a hot, muscular body... just like the man in my dream. 

My snatch was tingling. My hands were grabbing Carlos' ass. My body was talking to me and I wasn't talking back. I was ready for anything. I was beyond ready for anything. I was hotter than anything...and I was in heaven.

I was glad I had agreed to do this again. And, I was not embarrassed anymore...well, I was, but not quite as much.

Then, things started getting wild right after Randy took off all his clothes. 

Carlos was sucking my breast, stroking my clit, and fingering me to near ecstasy, when my husband suddenly jumped into the action, sucking on my other tit while applying lube to Carlos' magic wand. Wow. It was so unexpected. I had no idea my husband would ever want to touch another man's dick. And, Carlos didn't flinch when Randy stroked him. I was right there, no longer the center of the action, but the extra stimulation of seeing my husband checking out another man's cock put me right over the edge.

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Randy Gives Directions:

After I was done shaking, Randy said, "Time for you to suck our dicks." 

I was shocked, but Carlos put on a condom and 1I got on my knees and started pulling Carlos' cock into my mouth (as much as I could). Then, Randy said, "my turn, so I went over to Randy and after a few sucks, Randy yelled, "I'm coming. I'm coming now. Take it. Take it!" and his ejaculation was so intense that almost passed out, pulling his squirting penis out and coming into my mouth, onto my face, onto my breasts, onto the floor, and just...everywhere.

That really got Carlos excited, and he said, "I wish I would have had the camera. That would have been a great picture."

I had to leave to wash off my come-covered face and breasts, but I came back and Randy said it was Carlo's turn to get a blowjob, but I couldn't get more than 2-inches of his 8-inch cock into my mouth because his dick was so thick. So, as I sucked the head of Carlos' cock, my husband stroked Carlos' shaft and balls until we thought he he came, but we could not tell for sure, because he had a condom on.

Randy asked Carlos if he needed a fresh condom, but Carlos said he was good and he hadn't come yet. Man, that guy had amazing will power. From what I've read, few men can hold back after another man comes. It seems to set guys off somehow.

Break Time:

We all took a short break because we were in sensory overload from the intensity of the last few moments. And, I went into the bathroom to get a cold washcloth for my face because I felt like was about to faint from all the excitement and all the orgasms. 

Then, Carlos asked Randy, "What's next?" Carlos is very good at taking directions. That's why we like him. 

My husband suggested that we all get into bed so that he and Carlos could massage my body from head to toe, while I stroked their cocks. 

That was fine by me, but then I looked at the two guys and started laughing because they were totally naked, except for the fact that Randy had on white socks and Carlos had on black socks. Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee. So, I told them I wouldn't get into any bed until they took their socks off. I wish I could have taken a photo of that image. It was so funny I almost had tears in my eyes.

How could two sexy men be so clueless?

They stripped off their socks so quickly, I decided to call them my two "slave boys". At that point, I knew I had total control over them, and that was a highly erotic feeling.

So, there we were in bed, Slave-Boy Carlos on my right and Slave-Boy Randy on my left. And, according to my instructions, they started at my toes...mmmm. Then they massaged the arches of my feet exactly the way I told them to... yes, I had turned them into very obedient slave boys. When they worked their way up to my calves, I was really feeling relaxed and in charge, but at their mercy. 

I figured no big deal, I've had sensual body massages before, but as soon as their strong hands got up to my pussy, they both started sucking a breast, and that alone almost brought me to orgasm... but Randy said, "Just like having twins" and we all started laughing once we got the nursing joke. But, we soon got back into sex mode when Carlos started fingering me, while my husband started eating me, and I just kept coming and coming for at least 15 minutes nonstop. 

After they brought me off, my husband decided to fuck me, while Carlos vibrated my clit with his index finger and sucked one of my nipples. Wow. It was intense beyond words. I was barely able to take it all. 

Then, Randy ran out of gas and told Carlos to fuck me, while Randy grabbed the camera to take quite a few close-ups of Carlos' giant penis at the entry to my vagina, part way into my vagina, and all the way in my vagina.

Taking the pictures didn't do a thing for me, but it turned on Randy and Carlos big-time. It was like some kind of weird male bonding. I thought they were going to high five each other at any second, but instead I felt Carlos' penis start to swell inside of me, so it seemed as if he started to forget about the camera and started to put his focus back where it belonged - on his dick and my snatch.

I guess the whole thing rocked Randy's brain so much that he couldn't stand back anymore. He had to get involved and started sucking on my right tit. But, then he wanted to have more souvenirs, so he alternated between snapping pictures and sucking my nipples.




The Show Must Go On



I said I was feeling hot and overwhelmed, so Carlos jumped up, with no prompting and got me a cold washcloth to put on my forehead. And, after I said I was ready to go, Carlos fucked me so hard that I had to wrap my legs around his waist to keep from being thrown around the bed... or possibly off the bed. His dick was so big and he his body was so big, that it was all I could do to hang on. And, wrapping my legs around him had the added benefit of pulling his dick even tighter into me, hitting every spot in my cunt and making me float with joy. 

I wanted to scream. I started to, and Carlos told me to go with it and let it out.

Now, I'm not normally a screamer, but I couldn't let myself go, even though I was closer to it than I had ever been in my life, because I kept thinking that there might be employees or even families with children walking by in the hallway and I didn't want anyone to call 911. It would have a difficult situation to explain to the cops or to Carlos' wife... if things would have gotten to that point.

So, I closed my eyes and shut my mouth, but some loud moans escaped. I was trying to be as quiet as I could be, but my noises came out pretty loud, no matter how hard I tried to muffle them.

I was gyrating and bouncing all over the bed and shaking my head from side to side and arching my back, so Carlos asked me if I had come and I said that I'd been having a nonstop orgasm since he had started fucking me... and he had been fucking me for about 30 minutes.

That did it and Carlos finally gave himself permission to come, because, good slave boy that he was, he wanted to make sure his mistress was totally satisfied before coming himself. I think he wanted to make sure he would be invited back into our royal bedchamber again for an encore performance. 

Finally, he let himself go. 

Then, Carlos took his condom off, washed his dick with the cloth, and started tit fucking me, which was a new experience for me. And, he seemed to like the way his penis looked next to my long pearl necklace because he wrapped the pearls around his cock and Randy took pictures of that.

Eventually, Carlos went soft and sat next to me in bed. Randy, knowing the porn show was over for now, got up and went into the bathroom. And, when Randy returned, he saw me mindlessly stroking Carlos' cock, my new toy, trying to bring it back to life for one more round. But, Carlos had held off from coming for so long that our fuck session sapped all his penile energy. He would get halfway hard and then lose his recovering erection. 

After a few minutes, Carlos looked at the time and realized that he had to get back to wifey or else he would be in deep shit. 

He put his Clark Kent clothes back on and just sort of waved goodbye as he walked out the door. I guess he didn't know what else to do. And, it was a really ackward exit, but it had been a really satisfying day.

My husband moped around for a while and said that maybe we shouldn't have any more threesomes, because I had enjoyed myself so much with Carlos. Actually, Randy didn't come right out and say it in those exact words, but it was easy to catch the drift of Randy's jealousy.

However, Randy got over it the next day and started looking at other candidates on Craigslist.