Chapter 7
Since the rehearsal had gone so well, nothing had been scheduled for this evening. That doesn't mean everything was` perfect. Some costumes had to be reworked, we were missing a couple of props, there were corrections to be made on the set, and a few lights needed to be refocused, but none of that involved me tonight. The only thing I had to do was go through my prompt book and change a couple of cues noted during the run of the show to be ready for the morning meeting. There would probably be a lot more changes then, that's why I worked in pencil until opening night and every-thing was pretty much as it was going to be for the run of the show.
I threw a frozen pizza into the oven, immediately set to work on my prompt book, and knew it was going to be an early night. Exhaustion made my eyes heavy, the blissful exhaustion of uninhibited sex. Bold images of standing cocks marched through my mind like erect little soldiers, proud, puffed up, heads held high. It made concentration extremely difficult.
I ate my pizza, then flopped myself down in front of the TV. I was too tired to do anything more. I watched whatever came on, suffering through an insipid sitcom or two. I knew though, that I couldn't stomach one of the implausible nighttime soaps. I couldn't understand why TV had dwindled the size of the theater-going audience. I was too critical to ever be a good couch potato, so I put it to bed.
Drowsiness claimed me the moment my head touched the pillow and I easily drifted off to sleep. Sometime during the night, one never knows when these things actually occur, I experienced a wonderful dream. It didn't start off so wonderful, but it definitely improved.
Martin began it. My dream recalled our encounter in much greater detail than I cared to remember. The sumptuous feel of rolling flesh is a pleasant memory. But Martin stood in cascading folds of blubbery fat, sagging skin all but obscuring his turgid tool. Dreams distort, alter reality for some unfathomable reason. I was absent from the picture, an outside viewer witnessing the rapid expansion of Martin's body; his cock ballooning as quickly as the rest of his stretching flesh. He grew enormously large, inflated like a blimp, then exploded.
The scene shifted to a huge restroom, a row of urinals trailing off into infinity. Naked men stood before them, their dicks in their hands, all heads turned in my direction. Every one of them looked the same, an exact clone of the men to either side.
My naked body stepped into the picture, my hands working my pussy in front of their stares. I dropped to my knees. The men turned around in unison. Their hands pumped their erections below jiggling stomachs, stomachs that protruded in a gently curving arch, not fat, just rounded and soft with little hairs that pointed down into their groins. A sign above the urinals read," Truckers do it on the road."
The bodies blurred into a single man, his throbbing dick aimed at my open mouth. In he came, his hands locked on the back of my head, his hot cock filling my mouth, inching down my throat. He shot burning cum straight into my stomach and pulled out with a loud pop, stepped aside, then made way for the next in line. The bodies had changed. Each was different. Cocks of every imaginable description slipped between my lips and released heavy loads of thick cream into my greedily sucking mouth. Prick after prick, from the grotesque to the sublime, filled my pussy with excited vibrations as I drank their fluids and emptied their nuts of stored up cum. The line was endless, my mouth never satisfied.
My eyes closed, in my dream, and my mouth sat open, empty. Looking around me, the scene had once again shifted. I was still on my knees, surrounded by chiselled, sweaty bodies pumping iron, straining under strenuous exercise, posing before giant mirrors. Huge chests glistened from the efforts of their workouts. Muscles rippled on muscle. The overwhelming aroma of men in training sprawled me to my back, opened my legs. Modesty took a back seat to driving, runaway desire.
Lust steered my eyes from one glorious body to the next. These guys were perfection, should be cast in marble for the entire world to appreciate. Not one flaw met my roving eye, not a mole, not a scar. There was nothing to interfere with the smooth contours of well-developed muscle. And they all worked the most wonderful muscle of all. Weights hung down from their massive dicks, stretched their meat to deliciously in-credible lengths. Their control was impressive, the strength unmatched as their powerful cocks raised and lowered the weights. Their hands were gripping their hips as their faced contorted in the task of improving the most desirable of all muscles. These were body builders in the truest sense!
My pussy ached and begged to know such control, to wrap itself around the mighty proportions displayed before it. It got its wish. One of the body builders slipped the weight from his dick and lowered himself on top of me. I felt I would be crushed beneath his weight. But his huge cockhead plowed up my pussy and stretched my hole gloriously wide. His shaft drove up my clasping snatch in unparalleled speed, a mighty blast of force that shook my body. His fucking was a ravenous devouring of my tender flesh. His power was inhuman, beyond comprehension in its ferocity. His hips slammed into me as he buried his member up to its base, his mighty thrusts damn near jarring my teeth loose! My cunt loved it, hoped it would never stop. But only a few thundering jabs swamped my interior in boiling cum and the massive body left me.
The next guy quickly took his place, raised my legs, pressed my knees back towards my chest. My cunt and my ass were fully exposed, anxiously awaited, his ample manhood. He inched closer, his cockhole dripping cool fluids as it made its approach. Without warning, it made a sudden dive into my pussy. I quickly relaxed my hold, opened to the force of his incoming cock. Down and down he came, stretching my lovehole further than I thought humanly possible. After long minutes of feeding dick to my expanded circle, his huge balls slammed into my asscheeks, trembled and bounced as he ground his hips into my flesh. His giant cockhead battered itself between he walls of my cunt, sent new found pleasures screaming to my brain. He worked all around inside me until he shot his semen deep into my cavernous well, not once pulling back and plowing forth, holding himself deeply within maneuvering himself with powerful hips.
My cunt clamped around his girth, held him, accepted every drop as it issued forth. I clamped him so tightly, he couldn't break free. His body jerked and tugged, raised my back from the floor, but his cock was trapped. It stretched and twisted and finally escaped my gripping muscles. My hips hit the floor, jiggling my cheeks in rippling waves of carnal satisfaction.
The rest of the gorgeous hunks descended upon me one after the other. Cocks touched every inch of my flesh, pried their way in to every available hold, my pussy, my mouth--even my ears. They pressed themselves into my skin, folding whatever they could around their mass to form a trench in which to plow their throbbing organs. My mind exploded, tossing me into total blackness. My body slumped in heavenly exhaustion.
A spotlight appeared in the darkness, drew a bright circle around an enormous brass bed. Carla naked and open, stretched out seductively in its center. A dark shadow loomed on the fringe of the light, then ambled closer and climbed on the bed.
All hell broke loose! Cocks and pussies paraded through my warped vision. Tits flopped and flailed, then became engulfed by giant tit clamps that held tender nipples, stretched supple mounds like salt water taffy.
Couples banged 'away in a variety of positions and in a variety of combinations, men on men, women on women, men sucking men while fucking women. Whatever could be imagined was happening in brilliant color in front of my mind's eye. I had yet to appear on the scene, hoped I would not, knew I eventually would.
Blayne stepped out of the chaotic mass and pulled me into the midst of the humping bodies. He wore his dance belt and nothing more. He still denied me a look at his cock. But I had no time to lament this discouraging situation before I was drawn into the action Blayne laid me down on a sticky floor to cover my face with his hairy balls, his legs spread wide to give me room. I lunged into his balls and buried my tongue between them. Then I sucked on the salty juices encountered, in his dark and steaming pubic area.
Men grabbed onto my ankles and my wrists, touched my body at every sensual spot along my length. Blayne lifted himself from my face, his lips curled in a sarcastic grimace, his hair matted with sweat. He backed away, his thumbs lowering the top of his dance belt in fractions of inches. Slower, in moves of excruciating precision, he exposed an effulgence of rich brown hair. But he disappeared into the shadows before showing me any of his manhood.
I struggled to wake up, but couldn't. I lay exposed, firmly held in my open position, became available to any and all takers. A hairless man stepped between my legs, his hands holding a foaming mug. I gazed at his crotch, his stiff cock rising out of bare flesh. He had shaved himself down to raw skin. It was a strange and intriguing sight, a hairless crotch raising my interest. My mouth wanted to investigate the feel of bumping into naked flesh as my lips travelled the length of his writhing vein. My pussy wanted to tickle his stripped skin with its own wriggling bush. My ass desired the hot, flattening slap of shaved balls.
He knelt between my legs, stared at my pussy, his hand circling within the mug. He extracted a lather-laden brush and applied it to my cunt, lavished warm suds onto my cunt hair. Setting the mug aside, he knelt then and began to eat the suds which, it suddenly occurred to me, smelled like whip cream. His mouth, tongue and lips explored my entire crotch area. His tongue skimmed over my pussy lips, pushed a mound of foam ahead of it, left a naked trail behind. Brown public hairs wriggled in the foam as his lips wiped my bush clean, splattered the lather onto the floor. His fingers forced one lip into my crack, spread my skin to guarantee a smooth and complete orgasm. Then the other lip, my cunt folded in on itself. Then they were parted, tiny strokes removing anything that remained.
I stared at a glimmering pussy, bare, lips pouting, protruding between my legs in a sumptuous curve. It was seductively white with a slightly reddened line traversing its center, separating it into two distinct mounds like a ripe cantaloupe. I gasped at its beauty.
The man lowered his face into my truly naked cunt. Flesh met flesh with nothing in between. I felt the stubble on his cheeks as he raked his face across my fevered snatch. It tickled and tingled all the way down to my toes. He backed away, embraced me with his eyes, viewed my details with a loving glance before slipping his dick between my lips. He plied his cock up my freshly licked pussy in jerking bits until his shaved crotch met mine. Bare pussy surrounded equally bare cock, naked flesh caressing naked flesh. It's a wonderful feeling, a newly discovered erotic experience.
He pumped me in slow, methodical strides. I wanted power, to be taken in ram rodding stabs that would pound my ass into the floor. What I got was maddening, slow stroking, not the fevered stroking I craved.
With each stroke, another stripped and ready-for-action man formed in the shadows until I was surrounded by erection after erection, six of them instantly recognized. "The hook" was first to capture my attention. My spot operators were interspersed with others, all of them baring unrecognized organs. Every shaft was en-circled by clasping forgers, fingers that glided up and down healthy meat with ever increasing speed. My lover's slow working of my cunt would never topple my climax. The sight of so much masturbating meat only heightened my need.
They all came at once. Great gushes of creamy cum splashed onto the floor. I saw a sea of white. And it seemed they would never stop. A steady stream erupted from each spewing cockhole like a well-fed waterfall. Semen collected around the room, lapped at the walls, then covered the floor. The level grew higher and higher, until waves of fresh fluids cresting at my chin. I wriggled; fought to keep my face above the rising tide. The rampaging waterfalls gave no sign of letting up. Cum inched around the room, I closed my eyes.
I awoke, my hands clawing at the white sheet covering my face. Fear subsided and my breathing relaxed. My pussy creamed beneath me and I tossed off the sheet. Light brown hairs stared back at me and I breathed a sigh of relief at seeing I remained intact. It was thank-fully only a dream, and dreams don't always come true.
But my dream left me unsated, an orgasm fully alive and clamoring inside me. The images were vividly coursing through my mind, keeping me aroused, demanded that I bring myself to climax.
My hands inched over my tits, massaged for but a second before skimming my tumbling tummy. Then they came to rest between my legs. I had never been particularly successful at self-manipulation, but the scenes within my wild imagination would surely do the trick.
My fingers played with my folds, basked in the warmth emanating from my moist and flaming interior. I en-countered a fully erect, throbbing clit and fondled it as Blayne would have done, his naked image filling my sign. His almost naked image, that is. My mind refused to strip away that fucking dance belt!
I quickly replace Blayne with Bobby," the hook" a cherished recollection to be securely locked into permanent memory. Recalling the divine scrape of that head against the top of my cunt forced three fingers into my quivering hold. I probed and prodded, twisted them around, spread them wide to meet drooling walls. My lips nibbled at my knuckles, tried to draw them further in. My other hand reached my clit, found it, rocked it from side to side and up and down. My hips undulated beneath my efforts, forced pussy around two groping hands. I played with myself for what seemed like hours, my hands rushing all over my entrancing box.
The images of my dream raced around inside my head like a VCR in fast forward, a comical rush to cum and be replaced. It would have been funny except for the mounting orgasm that consumed all emotion, drove my hands with furious momentum.
I climaxed at the exact moment the scene of the tied up, spread-eagled bodies flashed in my brain. My fingers relished the feel of excited liquids sloshing around their wriggling movements, sheathing their surface in agitated heat.
Then Martin reappeared, his tiny, wrinkled dick held in both hands. His pisshole open. He began to pee.
My body bolted upright, my eyes snapping wide. His image faded. I was willing to do a lot sexually, but knew that was beyond the scope of my acceptance.
I laid myself back down, savored the trailings of my release, and drifted back to sleep. The dream chose not to return.