2 comments/ 27999 views/ 4 favorites Michelle's First Uncut Cock Ch. 01 By: flabuf By request of JhMcKn I offer this... This story stands alone though there are references to other stories I've written here. If you like it, you'll want to check out my other submissions. Start at the earliest one and work your way through her experience of becoming a submissive slut. If not, well I hope you find another author you do enjoy... Michelle's lips pursed, her eyes closed as she rubbed the foreskin of his uncircumcised cock on her cheek. Trailing it over her face she felt the coolness of his watery pre-cum on her velvet skin and, wanting to taste it, but loving the feeling of his soft skin on hers she hesitated for a moment, then brought the semi rigid member to her lips, pulled back on it slightly revealing the head and pulled it into her mouth. There she was, on her knees in the Boot Hill Saloon, a stranger's hairy balls in her right hand, his uncut cock now in her mouth. She was torn. Torn between her desire to taste his fluids, and wanting to continue to feel his cock on her face. Tasting had won for the moment as she took him into her mouth... she opened it just enough to let him in and felt the underside of his cock with her tongue. As she pulled him back out, her tongue trailing up his cock, she held him just there... where she could touch the opening of his pee hole with the tip of her tongue playing there, tasting. She kissed him gently, lovingly and then withdrew him from her mouth, allowed the foreskin to fold over the cock head again and touched it to the end of her nose. She breathed in. Michelle was in a trance. Holding this perfectly sized, uncut, cock in her hand, rubbing it alternately softly across her eyes and then slapping her face with it, her other hand had left his dangling balls and was now vigorously rubbing her clit outside her jeans. "Put your finger in your ass." the voice demanded. Michelle, not knowing what to do, looked up at Robert who nodded. She stood, still holding Rocky's cock in her hand and unzipped her jeans. With her other hand she pulled them down letting them drop around her ankles. "Get naked!" someone in the crowd yelled. Michelle pulled one side of her thong over her butt and reached around herself to the other side and dropped it as well the wisp of material that was her thong dropped. The crowd cheered when the thong dropped and Michelle's carefully coiffed, bright red triangle was displayed for all those in front of her. "Alright!!" one of the guys yelled. She knelt back down still holding Rocky's cock in her left hand and touching the tip again to the tip of her nose, reached under herself and, first with her already wet index finger, and then with longer 'fuck you' digit, pressed into her puckered anus. Her thumb entered her pussy so it was as if she were getting a double penetration, but with her own hand. The sensation was more than she could have imagined. Here she was, in front of a crowd of bikers, a man's uncircumcised cock in her face and her fingers and thumb deep in her ass and pussy. She slapped her face with his cock, and then slapped her face with it again this time even harder, and again. While the crowd was there cheering her on, Michelle was in her own world, oblivious to almost all other than the cock in her face and the excitement she was providing for herself with her fingers in her ass and pussy. "Fuck yourself." Her fingers raced in and out of her two holes making wet noises as they entered and escaped. "Oh... OH!" No longer giving Rocky's junk gentle admiration, she lunged at his cock impaling it as deeply in her mouth as she could. It pressed hard on the diaphragm of her esophagus and she forced herself forward. Sliding past her gag reflex he bottomed out and the bulge of his cock could be seen in her distended throat, her nose pressed hard into his neatly trimmed pubic hair and abs. She gulped. "She's taken it all!" Michelle felt herself going over the edge. Her fingers trapped inside of her as her muscles contracted spasmodically around them with her orgasm. She dug the fingernails of her other hand into his buttocks jamming him in her throat and burying herself. "Mmmmphhh... mmmmphhh..." His balls under her chin slapped her neck as she rocked back and forth still holding him tightly, her face in him as if they were velcro'd together. Mmmmphhh... Michelle looked up at him not backing off his cock and, as she did, her fingers slipped out of her ass and pussy and she moved this hand behind him too. Even though there seemed to be no further she could press herself onto him she pulled with all her might. "Ahhhhhhhh...." she gasped when she finally backed off. Gulping in a breath she jammed her face on him again. This time she wasn't distracted by her own ministrations and, her face buried in his belly, she opened her mouth wide and licked his scrotum as far as she could trying to pull one of his testes in her mouth as well as his entire cock. She succeeded and wrapped her lips around both as she turned her head sideways feeling him with her tongue... tickling him. Again she backed off and just as quickly buried her face in his pubic hair. This time she started to jerk him off with her mouth, her lips and tongue pulling on him when she pulled back, her tongue licking the underside of his cock when she plunged forward. "Mmmmphhh, mmmmphhh..." He reached down and grabbed two handfuls of her thick red hair and took control. Now, instead of her blowing him, he was fucking her face. All Michelle could do was open her mouth wide and hold on as he rammed himself forward and back. "Mmmmphhh, mmmmphhh..." Michelle loved it when she was being taken. Whether it was as this man was doing now, fucking her face, or when Robert had her bent over a chair ramming himself in her ass. It didn't matter she loved being fucked and went into a place few know of when it happened. It was almost like there was two of her. The proper, elegant, exceptionally well dressed Michelle, and the slut. Right now there was no doubt which Michelle was present. "Aaawwww!!!" He yelled, ramming himself as deep into Michelle's mouth as he could. Spasm after spasm erupted from him and he drained himself deep in her throat his hands pulling her hair tightly and her nose so far into him that she couldn't possibly breathe. "Aaawwww!!" He pulled back just far enough for her to gulp in some air and then jammed himself deeply again. "Aaawwww..." his grip loosened and she pulled back just enough to be able to feel his cock softening in her mouth. She rolled him over on her tongue and sucked eagerly on him with her perfect lips. Pulling back she felt his foreskin sliding over the head of his cock and she tucked her tongue between the foreskin and the wonderful head of his penis. Hungrily licking all the way around the head, between the foreskin and the mushroom she pulled back just a little further and sucked on the tip as she dug her tongue into his pee slit searching for any more of his fluids. Michelle looked up at him as if asking "Am I doing this right?" She was on her knees looking up at him, his uncut cock now out of her mouth and almost touching her nose, her hands still holding his buttocks though not so tightly and he started to pee. Michelle was used to men peeing on her ever since she'd had the nerve to reveal this desire to Robert nearly a year ago only she'd only encountered men who were circumcised. Those men had all had a single steady stream which was like a powerful super soaker gun aimed at whatever part of her body they wanted. But there were two things that made this time different -- there was a crowd watching, not just a couple others like the time when she was in the men's room at the beach, a crowd, and, secondly, Rocky's moderately large dick was uncut. Since the skin completely covered the head of his cock, so instead of a single steady stream, the urine fanned out all over her face. She could feel the warm wetness of it everywhere, on her forehead, cheeks, nose and lips all at the same time. It was as if someone had turned on a golden shower and she was the recipient. This caught her even more off-guard than if he'd just peed on her normally. Stunned, she quickly closed her eyes and leaned back just smelling the pungent odor of his piss and the warmth and wetness on her face. Wanting more, she opened her mouth to catch some of those precious drops. Michelle reached around with her right hand and grabbed his now softened cock and aimed it purposely moving her head around to make sure she was completely soaked, loving the feel, the smell, the taste of this man's pee. She aimed him at her breasts and back up again to her face and, as the stream slowed down she leaned forward and sucked him into her mouth. Still there was more liquid than she could swallow and, though she swallowed some, more poured out the sides of her mouth and down her chin and flowed onto her ample chest. As he finished urinating she held him there in her mouth, sucking on him, wanting every drop of his piss in her and on her. When she knew there was no more, her mouth became more gently, sucking lightly, licking and cleaning him. When she was finished she leaned back and rubbed his now completely flaccid cock on her face. She was back to where she started, feeling his foreskin on her cheeks, her eyes, her lips... "Oh my god..." she thought. "Oh my god..." Prologue Two weeks earlier the groundwork for this encounter had been laid. Michelle, who had been blossoming sexually since she met Robert, had remarked that she'd never been with a man who was uncut. Uncircumcised was the word she'd used, but that was the more elegant Michelle talking. Robert, who started out as her lover and best friend had become something different, something more over the months that they'd been together, he was her confidant, her lover, and, now, her 'handler'. He 'arranged' for Michelle to have the experiences she'd not had earlier in life and in doing so both maintained his dominant place in her life and got to be a major part of her growth which pleased him no end. While theirs was not a typical dom/sub relationship, he was, nonetheless, the dominant one while she reveled in her submission to him and to whoever he chose to share her with. On a day to day basis they were pretty much a normal couple, he going to the office and she taking care of the house, vacations twice a year along with visits to both sides of the family. Their home was modest despite his significant income and her upbringing as the daughter of a wealthy physician. Their cars, like many others, were upscale but aging. The one concession to his income was his sports car. A 600 HP low slung honey of a car that he called 'A Ferrari that works.' which he tracked from time to time at various venues and was proficient though not professional. It was normal for Michelle to defer to Robert, she would let her opinion be known, and even was bratty from time to time, often doing so knowing she'd be punished, and looking forward to whatever ingenious retribution Robert might come up with, but when it came down to decision making time, his was the direction they took. There was no vote -- theirs was ultimately an autocracy and Michelle preferred it that way. She'd been in charge before and gladly gave up the position knowing that Robert would always do what he thought best for both of them, and, in particular, for her. She trusted him intimately. So it was when she met Rocky, the man who'd just peed in her face. Michelle and Robert had been on a short business/pleasure trip to Daytona Beach. Robert had worked it out that they'd be there during bike week knowing the availability of testosterone laden bikers would provide him with plenty of potential candidates for Michelle's initiation to the uncut world. His business finished, he'd made his month's income in the last 2 days in Daytona, he grabbed Michelle from the hotel room and said "We're going to wander a little." And off to the main drag they went. If you've never been to Daytona during bike week pretty much all you need to know is that there are over 100,000 bikers gathered there for 7 or more days to party. Oh, there are bike races at the speedway but they are relatively sparsely attended because the real action is on the beach, Main Street, and in the campgrounds. It was on Main Street that this encounter ensued. Robert dressed in jeans and a white shirt had brought Michelle into the mass of bikers and biker chicks on Main Street and the two of them had blended in ... poorly. While he had been a biker many years before and was still known to the owners of the Boot Hill Saloon, his demeanor now was that of a successful businessman. Hers, well you could take Michelle out and she could be as elegant as you needed, but you couldn't take her far away from her exhibitionist roots. So she, too, was in jeans, only hers were skintight and low cut. Her white, long sleeved shirt was tied Daisy Duke style just below her ample 36C unrestrained breasts and was unbuttoned completely. It was as if she were wearing a long-sleeved relatively thin bra in public. Her nipples were hard, the nubs pointing out and bouncing with her walk. Her heels made her walk with a sway which had both men and women staring. But there were a lot of hot chicks in Daytona during bike week dressed to kill some not wearing pants at all, just chaps and a thong, others with bikini tops that were just tiny splashes of paint over their nipples. So what made Michelle truly stand out was her hair. It was that full mane of chestnut red hair and the light brown eyes which took both men's and women's eyes away from her voluptuous body. So, though there were other biker wannabe's hanging around that weekend, when Michelle and Robert walked into the Boot Hill Saloon, conversations stopped. People, both bikers and old ladies stopped for a moment what they were doing and stared at this unique couple. Robert put some quarters on the pool table, grabbed a cold one, and ordered Michelle's signature cranberry/bitters/soda cocktail and they sat on bar stools watching the guys play a game as they waited Robert's turn. Rocky was one of the two playing and it was obvious that he'd rather be playing with Michelle than with Jack, his opponent. Every chance he got Rocky made his way over to Michelle and Robert and chatted. A particularly tricky shot offered itself to Rocky and Robert said "You gotta have balls to take that shot on." Rocky responded that he had more than enough and that's when he unzipped his jeans and pulled out both his cock and balls. While he was certainly not wrong in bragging about the contents of his sac, it was his uncut dick that grabbed both Robert's and Michelle's attention. Slightly larger than average maybe 4 inches flaccid, the tip was completely covered by a thick foreskin. "I tell you what Rocky" Robert said "you make that shot and I'll have Michelle get down on her knees and worship those balls of yours." Michelle winced. She knew exactly what Robert was doing. He was helping her fulfill her fantasy of touching, feeling, tasting an uncut cock. But here? In a bar filled with bikers? In daylight? "You'll do that?" Rocky questioned. Michelle, shocked, nodded meekly. "But if you miss" Robert added "you buy a round for the bar." With over two hundred in the bar this was no small sum of money, but then Rocky was both more than a little high, and a really good billiards player. "I'll take that bet." While much of the bar had no idea what was going on, the moment that Rocky had pulled his dick and balls out the attention had certainly started to center in his direction. By the time the bet was agreed on cheering from the crowd around the three grabbed the rest of the bar's attention and the patrons jostled for position... Rocky, dick dangling went to the cue ball and started to line up his shot. The room got deathly quiet. Between the cue ball and his desired object, the two ball, was the nine ball. The two was the last of his solids to be drained before he could shoot the eight ball and win the game. He walked around the table looking at his opportunity for a bank shot and his dick and balls swayed as he wandered. Michelle was transfixed. Finally he moved over the ball and, raising his stick high in the air, took a couple practice strokes and then performed a perfect masse spinning the cue ball around the nine ball and into the two which responded by rolling softly into the corner pocket where it landed with a 'clink'. A cheer rose up loudly from everyone watching. "Well honey, I guess you'll have to give praise to the man." Robert smiled. Michelle was stuck in her seat. "Michelle." Michelle got up slowly, reluctantly and knelt down looking up at Rocky who was at the end of the table. "Praise him! Praise him!" a chant went up and beer mugs clinked. Rocky walked to where Michelle was kneeling and stood in front of her. She sat back on her ankles and, her eyes wide open smiled. A step closer and his cock was in her face, touching her nose. Michelle reached up and held it off to one side with her right hand. With her left she gently cradled his unshaven balls. She murmured "These are a pair of the finest nuggets known to the universe... and they deserve to be praised." "LOUDER, we can't hear you!!" a woman in the crowd yelled. "This pair of gonads, sperm generators, testosterone creators is one in a billion." Michelle's voice rose. "This pair deserves to be coddled, to be praised for they are truly a 'pair' of brass ones." and with that she leaned forward, opened her mouth, and raised her head to let them drop in. Michelle loved the feel of his hairy balls on her tongue, the smell of his crotch in her nose, his hardening dick in her hand. And she was going into her zone. Robert could see it. In fact almost everyone there recognized the change that went over her. It was as if she were having an out of body experience. Sucking on his balls in front of the crowd of bikers they started to cheer her on. She had let go of them with her hand and now reached around Rocky, her fingers nestling into the crack of his hairy ass. With her other hand she was rubbing his cock over her face, back and forth. Michelle opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out reaching behind his sac and touching just barely his puckered sphincter. She was officially, gone... Back to the present: Just then, as she slapped her face again with Rocky's dick, she heard somewhere "That's enough. You dogs need to rut outside." and she and Rocky felt the stream of cold water hit them. The bartender, who was used to crude behavior in the Boot Hill Saloon, had grabbed the hose normally used to wash out the floors at 3 in the morning when all the spilt beer and vomit was hosed out of the establishment. He hadn't wanted to do this, enjoying the show as much as everyone else, but couldn't really justify a puddle of piss on the concrete floor. Rocky was quick. As soon as he knew what was happening, he jumped back. Michelle, on the other hand, was the object of the bartender's joyous spraying. She was soaked before he was done. While he started with her face, he didn't spray her hair preferring instead to aim the stream of water down her chest rendering her white shirt nearly transparent. Michelle was stuck, her jeans and thong around her ankles and the crowd loving the show. The crowd of bikers became even more unruly and started becoming belligerent, not wanting the fun to stop. Some even had their dicks out and were headed toward the center of action. "I think, unless you're ready to pull a train, you need to get out of here." Michelle looked up at Robert inviting his opinion... "I think we'll call it a night." "Show's over guys!" the bartender raised his voice and his huge bouncers quickly surrounded Michelle helping her to her feet, groping her breasts, ass, and pussy as they lifted her up. One of them had been helping a customer with his Harley outside and his black, greasy hand left a memorable imprint on her blouse over her right tit while another managed to insert a finger into her bright red ladyhood as they lifted. Holding her there, groping her, a lady bouncer quickly cut the sides of Michelle's thong and held it up in the air the bright red material a prize to be nailed on the wall with the other panties which had accumulated over the years, a collection of prizes and donations which held a special place both in the Boot Hill Saloon, and in Daytona proper. Michelle's First Uncut Cock Ch. 01 While she held the panties aloft another bouncer pulled her jeans up over her ass, one of the bouncers grabbed her and kissed her deeply the conquest of the Boot Hill Saloon complete before she and Robert, who smiled at the action, left quickly with a bit of lightness in their steps. Michelle's First Uncut Cock Ch. 02 Part 2 -- Michelle is Set Up -- and has Another Experience "Oh my God Robert, that was over the top! I'm so horny now I could pull a train!" Robert just smiled. Robert had several smiles and Michelle knew this one. This one was his "I've got something in mind." smile. Michelle knew better than to ask what he was thinking. She'd done so before and the answer was so off the wall she hadn't believed him. Then, a few days later, when she was on her knees after sucking him off at the beach and she wound up with two men pissing on her she realized he had created exactly what he said was going to happen. So now, knowing that smile and that he had something in mind, and that something was going to be again stretching her sexual limits, she just smiled to herself. "Hungry Sugarplum?" he asked. "Actually, yes, but I think I should probably freshen up a bit. I smell like a urinal!" "No problem, we'll take care of that." And with that, Robert took Michelle's hand and led her down Main Street past the staring bikers and their old ladies. Michelle's blouse transparent other than where the black oily hand that had groped her tit when the bouncers were helping her up at Boot Hill, and her hair soaked both with water and Rocky's piss, she looked every bit the woman who had just been had. "Awwwoooooo..." one of the bikers announced loudly as the two were passing him. "Nice tits. Love the look." "That's all you'll get." Michelle responded snidely, "A look." Robert stopped, stopping Michelle with him. "You know the rules now don't you, Michelle?" "Oh, crap" she thought, and Michelle didn't even like the word 'crap', I'm in for it now. One of her rules was to be respectful of men, all men, all the time, and she'd just violated that rule. "Now what are you going to do to clean it up?" Robert asked. "Apologize." she responded meekly, her eyes downcast and her shoulders dipped ever so slightly. "Good. So go apologize. But don't droop your shoulders." Michelle straightened her back pushing her breasts forward, taking in a deep breath and holding her head up. She turned around and started to walk back to the obnoxious biker. "I apologize... Mr. ... I don't know your name." "Curtis, Dave Curtis." "I apologize Mr. Curtis. That was rude of me. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" This took Dave a bit off guard. Here was a beautiful, soaked redhead, coming back to him to apologize after he'd been rude to her and probably had offended her boyfriend, her boyfriend was standing a few feet away and she was asking what she could do to make up for being rude to him? It just didn't fit. "Well sure sugarpot. Let me take a look at those melons of yours. I think I'd like that." With only a little hesitation Michelle raised her hands to the edges of her blouse and pulled it outward bearing her breasts to this obese, obnoxious biker. "Looks like someone else has had a grab, let's have a feel." He said with a bit of a cock to his head wondering how far he could take this. Michelle moved forward and Dave reached out and grabbed her nipples and pulled them straight out toward him. "Ooowww..." Michelle hadn't expected this reaction. Dave shook her nipples up and down her breasts following afterward like the sound follows the mouths of Japanese actors in a dubbed movie. He pulled them outward, upward, shook and pinched them before grabbing them roughly and squeezing. He kneaded her breasts roughly right there in the middle of Main Street and she was allowing him to do it. "I'm so sorry to have offended you." Michelle gasped. "Can I do anything else to ..." she stopped in mid sentence as Dave was again pinching her nipples and pulling her breasts out. He let go of them and then said "Yeah, there is something else, but it's going to take a moment. You wait here while I have a chat with your boyfriend." Michelle stood there as Dave turned toward Robert and walked over to where he stood. "That good enough?" he asked Robert in a whisper. "Yeah, you did great. Now tell her you'll see her around and when you do you'll let her know what else she can do to make it up to you." Turns out Dave and Robert had met a long time ago and had kept up an acquaintance. Knowing Dave was uncut -- Robert had noticed one time when they were both letting loose torrents of used beer into the urinals at a party long ago, he'd arranged to meet up with him here in Daytona to create an opportunity for Michelle to experience her first uncut cock. The sequence at the Boot Hill Saloon was a lucky addition to what he'd had in mind for Michelle. Dave knew that Michelle and Robert were going to be on Main Street at this time and that Robert was going to walk her down the road which was his sign to start the obnoxious act. Michelle's response to his 'Awwwoooooo....' was similarly a lucky happenstance but it worked out perfectly. Dave turned around and walked back to Michelle who had tucked her breasts back into her top and was absentmindedly combing her wet hair with her fingers. "Tell you what girl, that will do it for now, but I'll see you again and when I do I'll let you know what else you can do to make it up to me. Ok?" "Yes... sir." And with that Michelle walked back to Robert "I'm so sorry Robert. I don't know what I was thinking." Her nipples still hurt from the abuse that Dave had given them and they stood straight out poking the cloth of her shirt which was now beginning to dry and was translucent rather than transparent. "It's alright Michelle. You apologized and that's good enough for me for now." "Now?" she thought. "For now?" Michelle walked absentmindedly now next to Robert, holding his hand and enjoying the way he curbed her, led her almost as a professional tango dancer leads his lady with only a touch, a slight movement of his head or body. She reacted much like an obedient, well trained Irish setter, moving when he moved, stopping when he stopped, looking up at him for any sign that he might emit and looking gorgeous just being next to him. She forgot how she was dressed, that her hair was a complete mess, and that her nipples hurt. For his part Robert scanned the street as they walked looking for anything that might be interesting to do, to experience, as they strode toward their hotel. There were bikes and parties everywhere. Bikers in blue jeans and denim jackets with the arms cut off making vests, their old ladies not far away, bleach blonde seemed to be the style for the occasion. Music flowed through the air bars competing with one another for the loudest version of Led Zeppelin, Dave Mason, or The Band. Old time rock and roll was the hit of Main Street this particular night. Robert saw 'Dirty Harry's' on the other side of the street and crossed. "We can grab some BBQ here." Michelle asked "What about my hair?" "You can wash it in the restroom." "In the restroom? You are kidding me." "Nope, it's a good 15 minute walk to the hotel and I'm hungry now. You can leave it as it is, or wash it in the restroom as I suggest." Seeing a line 20 women long going into the ladies room Michelle asked "Will you take me into the men's room to do it?" "Sure." So the went to the back of Dirty Harry's and went through the double doors of the men's room where Michelle saw that rather than urinals, there was a metal trough that the bikers were using to empty their bladders. There must have been 7 of them lined up almost shoulder to shoulder. "Wow.. She thought... Wow." "But how am I going to wash my hair?" She knew she'd wash it again as soon as they got to the hotel and then she'd infuse it with her personal favorite conditioner, but for now it was going to be liquid soap that was there for washing hands. She strode to one of the sinks that lined the wall and, looking at the bikers on either side of her asked "You don't mind if I wash my hair here do you?" "No m'aam. You go right ahead. Don't let us bother you." Michelle leaned over the sink and turned on the water. Cold water only. Damn. And she couldn't get her head into the sink and under the tap. Looking around she saw Robert now standing in front of the trough taking his turn. She also saw a large plastic beer cup sitting on one of the sinks. "Does someone belong to this beer?" she queried. "That's mine young lady." An older biker who was shaking his dick after finishing his urination answered. "May I use the cup to wash my hair?" "Well now, it's just about half full isn't it?" "Yes." "That would be a waste to throw it away now wouldn't it? And, that's my $20 free refill cup. You got $20?" "No." "So how do you suppose you could pay me?" Michelle walked over to him and knelt down in front of his dick, the last drops of piss still wetting the tip. She kissed it and then took the entire thing in her mouth. "Will this do?" "Yes m'aam, that'll do just fine." Michelle went to work pulling his limp dick into her mouth and sucking on it and then pulling back. The first three or four times she did this she allowed his dick to drop completely out and down before leaning down and sucking it up in her mouth again. By the fifth time she pulled back his dick was no longer limp but was fully erect. The biker just to her left started stroking his cock and looking at Michelle who was now stroking the older biker with one hand and sucking on him her other hand on his balls teasing them to let loose their treasure. She wanted this over with and to get her hair washed. It didn't take long before she felt his balls tighten and his cock to begin to pulse. She took the first stream in her mouth and then pulled back shooting his cum on her nose, forehead and cheeks. Stroking him vigorously and sucking him back into her mouth she made sure he was done and then waited until his dick went soft in her mouth before pulling back again. She sucked the last drops of his semen from the tip of his cock before saying "Thank you." Just then the other biker, the one on her left grabbed her head and turned it toward himself. Spurt after spurt of cum shot out like wet cannon balls splatting on her face and drooling down to her lips and chin. Michelle took hold of his cock and rubbed it on her face smoothing his fluids and those of the older biker over her entire face, her eyes, cheeks, forehead and lips. She pulled this biker's dick into her mouth as well and cleaned him off before letting his dick drop out of her mouth. The other bikers clapped "Yeah... yeah!" And a couple started to aim in Michelle's direction. "I'm sorry boys... I think this was a mistake." Just then Robert took her hand in his and lifted her. "Let's go honey." "C'mon man... just one more!" one of the bikers pleaded. "No, but thank you for offering." was the response. Robert had enough of a demeanor that even this group was impressed with his stature and the two of them left the men's room together. Michelle, covered with cum, rubbed her hands on her face and through her hair hoping that act would make her almost presentable. But the truth was that nobody noticed. They were all so into whatever party was happening directly in front of them that they never noticed the cum and urine covered redhead leaving the bar. "So honey, still want to get your hair washed?" "No. I think I'll just wait until we're back at the hotel if you don't mind." "Good idea." Michelle's First Uncut Cock Ch. 03 Part 3 The Hotel at Last "God, I can't wait to wash my hair." Michelle said as she and Robert crossed the lobby of the Daytona Beach Hilton. Still believing that everyone knew what had happened to her and could sense both the piss and the cum in her hair and on her face, Michelle was self-conscious. The lobby was crowded with all sorts -- bikers and their old ladies mostly, but businessmen and vacationers who hadn't known about Bike Week before now and were overwhelmed with the activities of the town. Many were waiting for the elevator and when the doors opened they were crowded in with the throng. Michelle held onto Robert's arm and was pressed tightly next to him when the man behind her, exceptionally drunk, said "Lady, I don't know how to tell you this, but your hair smells something awful." "I'm sorry." Michelle responded "I just had the color renewed and can't wash it for 24 hours." "Well, I'm sure everyone around you will appreciate it when you're able to do that cause it's just nasty." As he said this Michelle felt the tips of his fingers pressing against the top of her jeans and a finger just inside the top crack of her buttocks. Somehow when her pants got wet and she wore them walking down the street, the material stretched and was now a bit loose on her hips. But there was nowhere to go, the elevator was too crowded to move. The doors to the elevator opened on the second floor and people on that landing looked inside and there was a communal sigh. One of the guys said "Damn, that's the third one that's been full. We're never going to get down." One brave sole tried to jam himself in and everyone in the elevator squinched back. The guy behind Michelle took advantage of her movement to shove his hand completely into the bottom of her jeans. Michelle was startled and wanted to tell Robert, but she wasn't sure whether he'd get upset with the guy and tear him a new one, or just wink and tell her to enjoy it so she just stood there and wiggled a bit. "I'm thinking the hotel soap won't be enough." the drunkard stated loudly. "You gonna need something extra strength." and, as he said this, he shoved his hand further still in Michelle's jeans and his middle finger now was playing with the bud of her anus. Shoving down and pulling up, he managed to get his finger up to the second knuckle inside of her. Michelle just stood there, impaled on his finger and now whispering to Robert. "This man is trying to finger fuck my ass." Just then the doors opened to the 6th floor and Robert said "This is our floor. Come on Michelle." Holding on to Robert, Michelle started to leave too but the drunk's hand was so deeply embedded in her jeans and ass that she pulled him forward with her. Shocked, he yanked his hand out before he fell forward and flat on his face. The others on the elevator caught him and stood him up as the doors closed. "God, what else can happen tonight?" she thought. Robert put the key in the slot and the lock to room 642 slid open allowing the two into their suite and Michelle couldn't be happier. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." she told Robert "I'm so happy to be right here with you right now. Mmmmm" She slid down Robert's chest and kneeling before him unzipped his fly and pulled his jeans and boxers down. "I have so wanted you." Taking him in her mouth she sucked on him lovingly wanting to feel all of him inside of her. Wanting to please him. Wanting to make him want her. "God you taste good. I love having you in my mouth." Robert stood there for a moment allowing Michelle to enjoy herself. Her head bobbed back and forth on his growing member slowly, the way he liked it, tasting every inch of his manhood, feeling the tip of his cock as it hit the diaphragm of her throat, loving his smell. "Go. Let's wash your hair." Michelle undressed quickly as Robert went into the bathroom and turned the shower on hot. He stepped in as she gathered her favorite shampoo and conditioner before joining him. "Here, turn around and get your hair wet." Michelle did as told and soaked her hair, her head dipping backward and the water feeling wonderful on her body. She turned around and Robert put a generous amount of shampoo in his hands and started to work it in. Michelle loved this about Robert. That he could be both so unpredictable and then so incredibly attentive. She couldn't imagine another man who intertwined those qualities so fantastically. Adding to the shampoo he'd worked in the lather was now becoming thick and the scent of rosemary filled the shower. "Rinse." Michelle turned facing him again and leaned her head back rinsing the suds from the mane she was so proud of. As she did this, her eyes closed, she felt Robert's hands washing her body. He started with her shoulders and underarms and moved to her breasts both kneading them and massaging them with the soap on his hands. Lathering up again he moved to her belly and then on down to the bright red patch of pubic hair. Washing her thoroughly, his finger entering her only slightly, he kneeled down himself and proceeded to wash her thighs, calf's and, finally her feet. Michelle turned around and he washed now her back side starting with her calves and moving back up. This time, when he reached her nearly perfectly formed buttocks his hand slipped between her cheeks and he played there for a while sliding his hand up and down before pressing his middle finger in her flower. "Remind you of someone?" he quipped. Michelle started to laugh. Robert removed his finger, rinsed his hand and lathered up again before washing her back and shoulders again. "My turn." Michelle said. She turned Robert in the shower and washed his hair before soaping her hands and starting to wash his body. She loved doing this for him and was amazed at this part of their lives for she'd never showered with a man before him. She remembered fondly that first time and the excitement of it. She smiled as she washed his chest, stomach and lathered up again before washing his private parts. Standing there in front of him, kissing him as she massaged the soap on his cock and testes, she was in heaven. Ending the kiss she knelt and took his still soapy dick into her mouth. Robert always was amazed that she did this. He remembered well his childhood experience of tasting soap and the memory wasn't a pleasant one, and here she was soaping him up and then sucking him into her mouth. It didn't take much to get him hard again. Robert had seen enough tonight that his passions were heightened. He loved his place in Michelle's life and relished in being her man and her 'handler' as he called it. He let Michelle do the work tonight in the shower and watched her face as she bobbed back and forth slowly on 'him'. His thoughts drifted only momentarily to what he had planned for Michelle and he smiled, looked down again, placed his hands on either side of her head, and came. Michelle loved this part best of all. Pleasing Robert, taking care of him. Making him feel as he so often made her feel. She felt as if her whole body smiled when he came in her mouth. Or, truth be told, any of her orifices. He could cum in her anywhere he liked and it was always the same. She always felt blessed that he shared that part of himself with her. And so it was tonight. Holding him in her mouth as he softened she finally backed away, kissed him gently and then finished washing his body. He rinsed and left the shower as she combed the conditioner through her hair and then rinsed it out. By the time she was out of the shower, dried, teeth brushed and her lotions on, Robert was in the king sized bed snoring gently. Michelle slid in next to him and curled her body around his thinking; "I wonder what he has in store for us tomorrow." and fell soundly asleep. Michelle's First Uncut Cock Ch. 04 Part 4 -- The next day Michelle woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, smiled and rolled over toward Robert's side of the bed. In her half sleep state she thought "Of course he isn't there..." rolled back and then opened her eyes. The room was bathed in light, the shades and curtains open. "What time is it?" she thought leaning toward the clock which blinked 12:00... 12:00... 12:00... "Damn. Now what?" Picking up her phone she pressed the appropriate buttons and 9:14 appeared on the screen. "Oh." She stretched, kneaded her breasts, grabbed 'her' for a moment, and smiled at the morning. "Yes." Michelle typically looked forward to her day and today was no different. She liked her morning ablutions, brushing her teeth, going for a power walk, showering and applying her lotions, brushing her hair and picking out the clothes for the day. It was a routine that set her up for whatever came next she just loved the process. This morning, on the way to the bathroom to brush her teeth, she saw the coffee pot and the note next to it: 'Michelle, I'm downstairs in the lobby having coffee and reading -- didn't want to disturb you. Come on down when you're ready -- I've got a surprise for you.' "Oh... a surprise!" Her first thoughts were something in the line of "I can't wait." but that was quickly followed with "A Surprise?" ****************************** Robert set his coffee and paper down when he saw Michelle walking toward him from the elevator bank. "Well good morning Sugarplum." "Good morning, Robert." she smiled and then she saw Dave. "Good morning... Mr. Curtis isn't it?" "Yes, it is. Good morning, Michelle. I hope you slept well." "Thank you, yes." Michelle wasn't sure where this was going, why Dave was there, what Robert had in mind if anything. "I ran into Dave this morning when I picked up the paper Michelle and he remembered me from yesterday. We've been having an interesting conversation about your behavior toward him and he's made a request that I've decided to honor." "A request?" "Yes, one you're going to enjoy." "Me?" "Yes, you. You're going to be a judge in a contest he's put together for his club. All you have to do is decide the winner. I think you're going to love it." "OK." Michelle wanted to ask what it was she was going to judge but she knew that if Robert wanted her to know he'd already have told her. "So, when do I get to start?" Robert looked at his watch "It's almost 11 Dave, your guys going to be ready?" "I can have them there in a half hour." "Good enough... we'll be there." 'There' was The Shark Lounge and Dave's group was a not so outlaw biker group. That is, while they loved their fun and had no problem with hooking up together, there were no 'colors', hierarchy, code, or organization of any type. They were just guys that liked to have fun and get their rocks off. Today they were going to get their rocks off and an unwitting Michelle was going to help. When Robert and Michelle pulled up to The Shark Lounge, many of the group were already there milling around and many of them were already on their 4th or 5th beer. A bunch of their old ladies had congregated off to one side and eyed Michelle both with contempt and a touch of 'She has no idea what she's in for.' knowing. "Hey honey, come on over here. Let's see your stuff." One of them called out. Michelle looked at Robert who nodded in their direction. "On my way." Michelle was dressed to the nines biker chick style today. That is tight jeans, a cowboy hat, a vest, and a silver chain. Robert had insisted on that today. It had been a while since Michelle had worn the chain suspended between her breasts and held there with clamps tightly attached to her nipples. She remembered the first time she'd worn it -- the night she met Robert at the Ritz Carlton in Sarasota. That was over the top and just attaching the clamps reminded her of that incredibly exciting evening. Knowing that these women were not the same as those she'd known in Connecticut, most had tattoos and piercings, she wasn't worried about the chain, but she was self conscious. It was obvious where it was attached and she had nothing on other than the chain underneath the vest. "Nice look lady." Heather smiled. "I like the chain." "Yeah." another chick, overweight and dressed in a tank top, mini-skirt, and boots reached out and hooked a finger under it pulling it, and Michelle, toward her. "Nice." "Turn around honey." Heather, who seemed to be the lead of the women's group, said. Michelle turned to her left, and when she got half way around Heather slapped her butt. "Yeah, you'll do. The guys are going to like you for this job. So, how did you get picked?" "I don't know." Michelle replied. "I don't have any idea what the job is other than that I'm going to be a judge of some sort of contest." Heather and the other old ladies started to chuckle. "You don't know what you're judging?" "No. Should I?" "Our old men's dicks." "What?" Michelle, startled, stood up straight and turned her head quickly to see Robert, Dave, and some of Dave's crew talking cold bottles of beer in each one's hand. "Yeah. They got this wild hair the other night and almost got into a hell of a fight over who had the most perfect cock. They made a huge bet -- the loser has to ride his bike naked through the campgrounds and the winner gets to lick slippery nipples of all the other guy's ladies. They couldn't come up with an impartial judge thinking that we know our own men's units so they somehow found you. Lucky girl." Michelle was stunned. This was her 'punishment' for being rude? She thought quickly in her mind how filthy these cocks were going to be. Did these guys even wash? How was she supposed to judge them? "Ok, so it's set then." Dave said out loud. "Miss Michelle here is going to go inside and get ready while we draw straws to see the order that we go in. Heather, take her in would you?" Heather smiled, hooked her finger under Michelle's chain and started toward the front door. Inside she took Michelle to a cubicle where each of the sides was covered by black curtains. Inside the cubicle were a chair and a note pad. The note pad had 17 numbers written on it and had hand drawn columns headed 'size, length, girth, appeal, cut/uncut', and, it seemed this was written in as an afterthought and in different script 'load'. Heather: "Ok Michelle, here's your job. You just sit there in the chair and one of the guys will split the curtains on one side or the other -- they're clipped together so they'll only open waist height -- and 'display' his junk to you. Your job is to inspect him, write down your notes, and make sure that you get him off so you can determine how much 'load' he is able to let loose. " "Load?" Michelle asked "I'm sorry but really? You want me to jack them off and measure their load?" "Look" Heather said "I don't care how you do it, just make sure they all get off and you report back to us. There's a lot riding on this and you're on the hot seat for now." "And don't fuck it up or you'll have to start over again." What she hadn't told Michelle is that they were going to be watching. That one wall was a one way mirror and all the old ladies and the men who had already been in the room were going to be able to watch her do her work. "Ok... ok. I think I got it." Michelle sat, a bit dumbfounded. She noticed that the room was very dimly lit and that there was a stool with a bottle of water on it. There was also lotion and Nivea Body oil. "Hmmm... that's odd" The only time she'd seen Nivea Body oil was with Robert who often used it to massage Michelle. She thought fondly of the first time he'd done that and she was laying on her stomach as he oiled her generously and, while massaging her shoulders had slipped his cock into first her bright red haired pussy and then the tight bud of her anus. "He must have had something to do with this." Conspicuously absent were napkins or wet naps. A moment later music started out loud -- 'We are the Champions' was the song. Michelle had to stifle a chuckle as the curtain on her right opened just a little and a man's lower belly, pubic hair, dick and balls appeared. The first one was smallish, only a couple of inches long flaccid and completely covered with skin. His pubic hair looked like it had never been trimmed and his balls, almost black with hair, hung tightly underneath the stub of a penis. Michelle thought to herself "OK, I can do this." She leaned over and took a good look. With her right hand's index finger and thumb she pulled the foreskin back to reveal a purplish head, round and tight on the stub of a penis. She lifted it and looked closer pulling the foreskin back as far as it would go. She leaned forward and took a deep breath. "Ok... so at least he's washed." she thought. She wrapped her hand easily around the short shaft and the tip didn't even stick out past her palm. She reached over and squirted some lotion on her hand. She smoothed it on both this man's balls and his now growing unit and started to stroke him. It didn't take long before she felt him bucking behind the curtain and fucking her hand and she was now getting into it. One hand on his dick, the other cupping his balls, Michelle was mesmerized by the man's dick head which was playing hide and seek behind his foreskin. She leaned in close to get a really good look having only had one experience with an uncut cock and that was so shocking that she hadn't really had the time to inspect it. Splat. "WHAT?" "That fast?" The first man had come so quickly that Michelle was shocked. His cum shot out in three, four quick spurts and landed mostly on Michelle's chin. It dripped down her hand which was still holding him as his dickhead receded quickly behind his foreskin. "Dang that was fast." She thought. Then "Oh crap." (there was that word again -- now she was saying it and she loathed that word.) "Ok, ok.... write it down. She turned to the note pad, picked up the pen and noticed that her hand was dripping with cum. She looked around the cubicle wondering if she'd missed the Kleenex, but she hadn't so she took her cum covered hand, held it up to her face and licked it, sucking the man's cum off the skin between her thumb and index finger. "Not bad." she thought. Before she had finished writing her notes the curtain opened again. This time it was an erect cock that presented itself to her. This one was much different from the first but still unremarkable. "This looks like my first boyfriend's penis." she thought noting that it was pleasantly smallish, maybe 6 inches and nearly perfect. This one was smooth, the head perfectly proportioned and neatly cut. Just like a boy's she thought. Adding to the effect was that he was shaved, completely -- no hair on his crotch or balls and they were tight against his body. She thought it must be cold out there. Reaching for his dick Michelle found herself stroking him lightly and leaned in to smell. Michelle loved the smell of men, of their crotches, their balls, and their sex. She kissed the head of his cock and thought "Who do you belong to, little guy." She cupped his balls and started to both stroke him and to kiss/pull his dick with her lips. She loved the feel of the bottom of his cock on her tongue and let herself enjoy his smoothness as she sucked him off lightly. This time she felt his orgasm coming and, not thinking about the size of his load for her notes, allowed him to cum in her mouth and, especially, on her tongue. Again he shot four/five times in her mouth and she could tell he was having his last spasms when she thought "Oh shit! The load! How am I going to measure that?" She sucked in her cheeks trying to measure his load by the amount of room it took up in her mouth. Deciding that that was good enough she swallowed, kissed the end of this little perfect cock and turned to write again. As she was writing she thought 'This is going to take all day.' 'I hope I can get out for a bathroom break.' She turned back to see the third cock hanging through the curtains. Holding him in her left hand, she reached over and took the top off the water bottle and took a sip of the refreshing liquid and swallowed. This one was different. Much larger than the first two it hung 7 or so inches down and the bulb was covered again with a foreskin. "Nice." she thought at first glance. Inspecting it closer though she couldn't help but notice that this cock wasn't perfect at all. It had a decided waist. A waist... on a cock... as in it was thinner in the middle than on either end. "Wow." she thought "That's different." Michelle leaned down and let this cock fall into her mouth lifting her head up with it inside. She pulled back with her lips and allowed it to fall out and hang down again. Again she leaned over and opened her mouth allowing it to fall in, lifting her head again and pulling it back out. This time it didn't fall nearly as far, growing in size and, on either end, in girth. She leaned forward opening her mouth a third time and rose up until the head of this misshapen dick touched her tonsils. She wrapped her lips around the thin waist of his cock and started to move back until she felt the girth widen again. She leaned forward again and then back. Michelle reached under this man's balls and tickled them, playing with them as she played with his twin-sided dick. She was getting into this now enjoying her position as judge. Licking the underside of his cock as she pulled back this time she raised her right hand and held him as she backed off looking at the head of his uncut cock. Looking straight into it and pulling back just a little, she marveled at how his skin hung close to the head but not tightly. She smiled at the pee slit, a small 3/8ths inch line where he would have some sort of stream but certainly not a round one come rushing out after a six pack of his favorite beer. She loved that that tip had some moisture on it. His precum was beginning to drip from the end and she touched it with her tongue. Enjoying herself she tried to press her tongue into this little slit but knew that was an impossibility. Stroking him and now holding his balls tightly he shot his wad and she was ready for it. Michelle aimed this man's cum at her breast having pulled the vest aside with her elbow. She watched as it landed on her 36C and began its motion downward. Two, three, four, five spurts and then some twitching. She loved the twitching of a man's cock when he was finished shooting his load and this time was no different. Still holding his cock she leaned forward and rubbed its length on her breast spreading his seed around on it and smiling to herself. "This is fun." she thought. "Thank you Robert." The next several cocks were unremarkable, slightly different lengths, widths, some shot out more cum and some less. She alternately sucked on some and gave just hand jobs to others. She took some of the seed in her mouth and some on her face and tits. She took notes and was proud of the job she was doing. She was also getting horny. With the last dick, a darker than usual one but not black, Hispanic she guessed, she'd started to pull the chain between her breasts aggravating the pinching of the clamps. This excited her even more and she started to rub her breast, mashing it in her hand and pulling the chain on that side harder. This time, instead of stroking him, or sucking him off she let go of the chain and pressed her breasts together around his cock. Tit fucking this cock she noticed how wet she was getting and that she was practically swimming in her own juices. She reached over momentarily and grabbed the Nivea Oil and squirted a generous amount on her breasts and the cock between them. Up and down she watched both the cock head as it emerged and disappeared between her breasts but also the swinging of the silver chain as it bounced wildly with her motions. "Oh my GOD!!!" she thought as she had her first climax not stopping her motion but screaming loudly with the orgasm. Just as she was returning to reality he shot his load hitting her first on the nose and then chin and then between her breasts which were folded over him. Up and down Michelle watched as his head disappeared and emerged the tip wet with his thick, white cum. "I'm going to fuck the next dick that comes through that curtain" she thought. "I've got to get laid." Even before writing her notes she wiggled out of her jeans anticipating the next unit to join the competition. The crowd watching her was high-fiving and laughing at what was happening on the other side of the mirror. "Send in Bob" Dave said and a quick phone call was made downstairs. Michelle was ready to jump on the next cock through the curtain. She'd already figured that she'd probably have to lean over and have him take her from the rear and she'd moved the chair to the other side of the cubicle so she could lean on it. "C'mon... c'mon..." The curtain parted and "HOLY SHIT!!!" she couldn't help but say it out loud. "What the hell is THAT?" 'THAT' was the shortest thickest dick she'd ever seen. Not more than a nub it was maybe an inch and a half long and just barely sticking out from the bushiest man she'd seen in her life. What the heck to you do with ... what do you call THAT? "No... NOOOOOO." she thought shaking her head. "This can't be happening. Now what do I do." Not having enough of a unit even for her to grab a hold of, and having to measure his 'load' Michelle had no option other than to use her mouth. Leaning forward, her hand between her legs now playing with herself, she pressed her face into Shorty's belly his stubby unit hardly passing her teeth. She sucked in and ran her tongue around the stub of a cock and it started to grow. "Thank God." she thought. Pulling him in and tonguing him she decided she could do something else with this miniature cock. Opening her mouth wider she tucked his balls into her mouth too and ran her tongue around both his balls and his growing unit. Playing with herself with her right hand she took her left and first wet the index finger and then reached under this mystery biker pressing up to the first knuckle into his rectum. She felt him dip a bit when she did this as if his knees were getting weak, but this had the effect of pushing her up to the second knuckle and she took advantage of that to shove her finger all the way in. Sucking vigorously on his now completely engorged 3" cock his spunk shot in quickly and covered the inside of her mouth, his stubby dick, and his balls. Michelle was surprised at how much she actually liked the feeling and pushed her finger in and out of the biker's ass resulting in his jerking himself forward doing his best to fuck her face. She was enjoying herself so much she forgot for a moment that she was really, really horny. Letting his dick and balls fall out of her mouth and pulling her finger slowly out of his ass she leaned forward and licked all the cum and saliva off his junk. She pulled the stubby dick into her mouth once again and then... smiling to herself, she kissed the tip of this poor man's unit. "You're welcome." she said to herself quietly. As she was writing down her notes for that last encounter, the ninth dick of the afternoon, and proud of the notes she was keeping she could feel the curtain rustle again. This time there was an actual cock, certainly the largest of the day. Now here was something she could use to relieve herself and then she noticed something written on it. 11. "Eleven?" she thought... "Eleven? Did I miss one? What? No, that can't be right! Eleven?" But there it was, written on the top of this man's cock. 11. "Damn." Then, "Ok, ok.. I'll just have to deal with it." and got to work. Testing this cock she held it in both hands weighing it and measuring its width her hands barely able to circle its girth. And, again, this cock was uncut. "Oh my." she thought "Oh my." Michelle's First Uncut Cock Ch. 04 With both hands she stroked this cock and watched it grow.... and grow. She stood up and held it close to her belly stroking it still. She lifted up and pushed the head of this biker's cock down to where she was able to straddle it. Not inserting it but holding it between her legs, pussy lips, and ass cheeks and rocking back and forth on it. Rubbing it on her clitoris now she was amazed at the length of this cock and then realized she had been wrong. It wasn't number 11, it was 11 inches long!!!! Still rubbing it against her she was soaked and soaking it with her juices. Without letting go Michelle turned around and held this massive cock aiming it toward her waiting vagina. Pressing it inside of her while just a touch painful due to its size was a relief. "Oh my God I needed this." she thought. Backing up into him she rocked herself back and forth on his cock filling herself with its mass. Holding onto the chair, her head hanging down and looking between her legs she felt the cabin change ever so slightly. There was a difference in the feel of the air as if there was now a touch of wind where before there was none. Michelle looked up and there, in front of her face was another cock. Black. Black isn't even the right word for this cock, Coal black would be more appropriate. The color seemed to absorb light and she looked at it mesmerized forgetting for the moment but not stopping the rocking she was performing on the cock behind her. Just then a coal black hand reached down and lifted the cock up to her face. He slapped her with it and then did that again, and again before rubbing it on her lips and, with the next movement forward, past her perfect lips and into her wanting mouth. "Oh my GOD!!" she screamed in her head. "OH MY GOD!!!" "Turn around Bitch!" It was Heather's voice. "Turn around." "Not yet." Michelle thought "Not yet, please." "Turn around. Don't make me come in there." "What?" Even in this totally consuming position, even on the edge of an orgasm she so desperately needed, she heard those words... "Don't make me come in there?" "How did she know what was going on?" And Michelle realized then that she was being watched. That she was putting on a show for however many people were on the other side of the mirror. It was one thing to be a judge, recording penile quality for a biker group, it was another thing completely to be being watched, to be being the show for others. But she couldn't stop now, she had to have an orgasm so, much as she didn't want to let go of the massive cock inside of her she pulled forward and turned around. Reaching behind her, grabbing the coal black cock that was almost as large as the one she'd been impaled on, she was aiming it at her pussy heaving with desire when the voice came again: "In your ass." Michelle soaked the end of the black man's cock with her juices and started to shove it in that place she so desired it "IN YOUR ASS!!" came the command. Reluctantly she lifted this heavy cock and aimed it at that private place that had until she met Robert been virginal. Now she was going to take a Big Black Cock in her ass and do it ... almost willingly. She rubbed it there for a moment feeling it's foreskin sliding back as she pushed backward with her buttocks and she realized she loved the feel of the skin receding as he entered her. She moved forward to feel it again shifting over the head of his cock and then back again enjoying this new sensation. This time she shoved back a bit further feeling him filling her up with his cock. Forward again almost out of her rectum enjoying the feel one more time she then backed up completely bottoming him out in her most precious part. She looked up and there was the other massive cock she'd been impaled on. It was waiting for her and she was ready for it too. She turned the chair so she could lean herself over it allowing the black man behind her to have his way with her ass as she leaned forward and started to slap herself with the white biker's cock. "C'mon...c'mon... fuck ME!!!" The first to come was the man in front of Michelle. As soon as she felt the first shot of his cum she lunged at his cock thrusting it deeply in her throat past her tonsils and straight into her belly. "MMMMppphhh... mmmppphhh." Her hand on the base of his cock she could feel his pulses as the shot through him only with this man it seemed like they would never subside. Seven, eight, nine times he pulsed and then smaller tremors and still she kept him deep in her throat. "MMMMppphhh." The coal black biker behind her pulled her tightly and released his own juices in her ass filling it quickly, pulling out slightly and then pulling her tightly against him again. Michelle's eyes rolled up in her head, her mouth slackened and the biker in front of her pulled himself backward. She felt every inch of his cock as it left her mouth and felt emptiness when he was completely gone. Holding him still though she took his massive member and wiped her face with it. It seemed like his was a wonderful thick washcloth and she was determined to have it clean her pores. She sucked him back into her mouth and cleaned the last vestiges of his milk from him feeling his foreskin slide over the head of his cock as she did so. "Turn around again." Dutifully, Michelle let the object of her desire go. She pulled forward and felt the cock which had been impaled in her ass as it left that hole with a plop. She turned around and, seeing it hanging there semi erect she knelt down and, as she had done before lifted her head up from under it allowing it to drop into her mouth. She pulled as much of his softening cock into her mouth as she could and sucked it clean with her tongue and lips. Making sure she'd done a good job she performed this act again, and once again. Holding him now in front of her face she touched the tip of this beautiful member to her nose and then lips. She kissed it softly, pulled it into her perfect mouth one more time and then kissed it again. "Good girl... you're done." "Done? Done?" "OK" She sat there for a moment, used. Cum drying on her face and tits, her mouth, ass, and pussy feeling completely used, and somehow satisfied. She stood up, pulled up her thong and jeans, buttoning them slowly then cinching up her belt. She noticed she'd never taken off the vest, and the clamps and silver chain were hanging from her left breast. She reached down and opened the empty clamp and then closed it on her right nipple sending a quick shock through her body. She combed her hair with her hands, patted herself and opened the curtain. There, in front of her, were all the participants of Michelle's initiation, clapping and cheering they congratulated her on a job well done and made her an honorary member of their group. Meekly Michelle thanked them, smiled at Robert who took her hand and led her out of the Shark Lounge and into their rental car. Michelle stopped, turned around and said "What about the contest?" "Don't you want to know who won?" This brought a howl to the group and, when the laughter finally subsided, Heather said "What contest? You were just the entertainment for today."