Message-ID: <6052eli$9712021854@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: lanell666@aol.com (LaNell666) Subject: LaNell-My Night ofSex with30 men Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971202131500.IAA15020@ladder02.news.aol.com> ***** My Night of Sex With 30 Men **** Ive lost count of how many men I had sex with that night in Santa Cruz. Whats the story behind this, youre wondering. Well, I used to be the cook for a labor camp in Santa Cruz. The men, mostly latin immigrants from south America, hippies, and curious college students from UC Santa Cruz all worked for a farmer who grew crops in fields near the cliffs above the beach, just outside Santa Cruz. It was beautiful. We could look up from our work in the field, or in the kitchen, or from cleaning the field hands bunkhouse, and get a breath taking view of the Pacific Ocean. My name is LaNell, i was the head of "housekeeping and kitchen". It was my job to make sure my girls Mary and Margarita cleaned the bunk house just right, and hauled off the garbage. Sometimes they mended work clothes for the men who lived there. Also I ran the kitchen, and served 3 squares a day, Susan was my kitchen helper. She set the long picnic tables in the dining room, and refilled the drinks of the thirsty and hardworking men. The latins prefered burritos and tacos, the college students prefered fried chicken and mashed potatoes, but sometimes they were all just as happy with my tamale pie or a casserole. I wont lie about my back ground, Im not a nun or a saint. I came from San Francisco where I worked in a brothel for 10 years. But I got older, and wanted to move away from the city. One of my co-workers who had left the city earlier, invited me to Santa Cruz. I accepted her invitation, and was happy I did. I lived in a 3 room remodled house that was well maintained. And had plenty of room for my meager possessions. I walked a mile to work to the farm, to the kitchen where we had breakfast ready by 6 AM, and then I sent the housekeepers Mary and Margarita to work in the bunk house. Before we knew it, lunch time was here, and we took food out to the men who were driving tractor, or using hoes to thin plants out, or pull weeds. Some carried heavy irrigation pipes and started water flowing to the crops of melons, tomatoes, squash, and table corn. We had a pen of chickens for our use. And at least once a week we killled and plucked them to make dinner. One of the men would valiantly save us from this task, and bring the chickens in gutted, cleaned and ready to cook. He got extra portions of desert!! And we usually had chocolate cake or apple pie. Sometimes we had blueberry muffins. Conditions were simple here on Mr. Oliveras farm, and the bunkhouses were about 100 years old, built during victorian days. They had been stuccoed, and had TV antennas. With at least 2 TVs per bunkhouse. Some of the men were demoralized and preferred to spend their evenings drinking cheap wine or quarts of beer. They would walk into town after dinner and get booze and cigarettes, perhaps a magazine or two, maybe Playboy, or crossword puzzels. Some bought Spanish language novelas.These were the happier fellows. Some of these men sent money back to Mexico for the families left behind. Then one day Mr. Olivera announced a change. The INS had raided our place and picked up many of the aliens, leaving only about 10,the ones who had green cards which allowed them to stay. These were mostly good men who went to mass on weekends, behaved themselves, worked for money to send home, and were patient about their station in life. Loss of the men made it much more difficult to do the field work and produce crops of food for people to eat.The college students all quit as classes had started up again. Two of the students decided to stay on a little longer so that they could say they had worked on the farm a full year, to see the cycle of things. Eight hippies were all we had left. But they were too few in number. Some of them worked devotedly, others were slack. So, Mr. Olivera announced the change would be to go to total mechanization of the field work. He would only need to retain a few, 4 irrigators, a mechanic, and a forman, and a maintenance an. Of the dozens of men employed by our farm, only 7would remain. I would keep my job in the kitchen. And I would supervise only Margarita as the bunk house maid. It was a sad sad day for all. Many had been hauled off by the INS, so we missed them already, as far as production goes. And then I had to fire Susan and Mary. Margarita and I would work side by side cooking and cleaning. And there were only a handful for us to take care of now. That afternoon, Mr. Olivera called and said he had a surprise. That I should not cook dinner, as he was bringing a gigantic BBQ rig out to cook steak and beans for all of us who would stay together working on the Olivera Ranch. I felt a surge of joy. where one door is closed, it is said another door is opened. Well, I thought, this is just the end of one thing, and the start of something new. I told Mr. Olivera I would make tortillas, and also some desert. He laughed and promised to bring some kegs of beer. I asked him to bring Alka Seltzer and asperin. He laughed and promised to do so. It was Friday afternoon, and we would have 3 days off to contemplate the changes, and whether we wanted to stay on, or what. I didnt want to go. I enjoyed the relative tranquility of my life here. My house was furnished as part of my pay. That night we BBQ'd, and ate, and danced to the loud Mexican music that blared from a boom box sitting on the car hood. Everyone danced, with or without a partner. Margarita and I had plenty of partners. some of the men who had already left or quit showed up to celebrate with us. We were celebrating that we still had jobs, and that Mr. Olivera would provide for us. I did a quick head count, there were 20 men, plus Margarita, Me, Susan and Mary. Mr and Mrs. Olivera and their two teenage girls left at 10:00 PM. Thinking the party would wind down, we retired to our kitchen, and sat on the sofa, planning on cleaning up the mess tomorrow. We would have no headache, no hangover, because we had drank sparingly of the alcoholic beverages Mr. Olivera provided. I prefer wine myself, and it was available too, in 1 gallon jugs. As we girls sat on the kitchen sofa, Paul Martinez sauntered in, he was the foreman, and said the guys were happy except for one thing, they had no woman to make love to. Their girls and wives were in Mexico, or otherwise far far away. He pulled out a joint and we all had a toke. The party was winding down. The men started cleaning up the place, throwing dirty plates and glasses into the large trash cans. Some were telling jokes and laughing like hyenas. When I went outside to the outhouse, I noticed one pretty young man in the bushes relieving himself, but not of urine, he was slowly stroking his penis. I felt sorry for him. It must be hard for a young latino to be so far from home, with no girl, with no love. I saw him a few minutes later and invited him into the kitchen. His name was Juan Gonzales. He had a respectful manner, polite, and plenty of smiles. We asked him if he would like a toke on our hash pipe or joint. His face lit up, and he quickly took hold of the joint and inhaled. Soon he was feeling as good as we were. One by one the men were finishing the clean up outside, and filing into the kitchen, now the only scene with any action. And we treated each one to a toke on the hash pipe or the joint. We all got cups of coffee from the large urn on the table. So, we were wide awake stoned. Part 2 --My night of Sex with 30 Men A few of the guys had gone back to the bunk house to sleep. But some became amorous when I slipped back into my bordello days, and lowered the lights, using only the dimmer switch and candles. I took sweet little Juan into my bed inthe alcove, and kissed him tenderly. He wanted to be nice, I could tell. I let my hand rub the front of his pants and he soon got the message. He kissed me hard, and opened his pants. I pulled up my dress and removed my panties, falling down on the bed with Juan on top of me. We were kissing so much, I think he forgot the point of what we were doing, I had go take hold of his manhood and guide it into me. He was starved for affection and love, not just sex. He bucked like a stallion, and shot his load into me. He thanked me, and with a gleam in his eye he pulled out a vile of amphetimines and offered me 3. I accepted, as I was getting tired. I told him if he knew of any other men who needed a woman to send them in. And if they seemed respectful, I would take pity on them and service their needs. He grinned widely and left the room. "Seniorita LaNell, many hombres have come to be with a muy bonita seniorita, I will stand by the door so that only one at a time come to la cama." So, with Juan guarding my bedroom door, the next man came in, and then the next and then the next. I looked over and Margarita was there servicing a man she cared for. Maria was in another bunk, but she was charging $50. She had done 3 that I knew of. So I decided to charge a small fee. I needed to buy a car. This could be a way to get a nest egg. I too charged, but $50 seemed to be all the market could bear. Soon, I had charged 4 men for services, and had $200 towards the price of either a car or a bicycle, to get to the farm, and to get around town. I started counting and figured I had had sexual intercourse with at least 8 men. Many of them were guys who had got fired and would not be coming back. I began to feel sore in my vagina. So the next man said thats no problem, turn on your side. He found the KY we had been using, and greased my anus with his finger, then two fingers. He massaged and massaged til I was all relaxed. I hadnt had sodomy in years, I sure hoped I could go through with it. The man was graceful, he entered me little by little, and rubbed my clit to relax me even more when he felt resistance to his penis entering me from the back door. Soon enough he was all the way inside my bottom. He gave 3 or 4 big thrusts and came inside me. It felt heavenly. The next guy was very embarrassed, like he had never been with a woman or something. I hated to break him in by making him do sodomy, but I was too sore to use my vagina. So I rubbed his penis with the slippery KY lube and directed him into my rectum. I looked around and saw the excitement on his face. He was a sweet young boy about 19, with a big mustache. And a long and fat dick. Gosh it was good. I told him in a soft motherly voice, "COme on baby, fuck me.Thats it, thata boy. Youre doing real good, fuck me hard, make me hurt just a little." With my coaxing he soon came.He kept his eyes down as he fastened his pants and got himself together. He looked embarrassed again, gave me $50 dollars, bowed a few times, said "Gracias" a few times, said excuse me, and then walked right past Juan and out the door. Soon they were coming in to see me faster and faster. I told Juan to tell them only anal sex was available. (I just couldnt do anymore vaginal sex, I was much too sore. )"And I told Juan to tell them they had 20 minutes, because it was very late and Maria and I were very tired. (Margarita had gone home to her place in town with her boyfriend.) Most of them took about 5 minutes. Soon as they could get it out, and get it in, they would cum immediately from the idea of it all, imagine---- a party, sex available, and the forbidden act of sodomy, completely OK here. All the blankets were pulled off and under the bed for convenience. Nothing but a sheet there. A narrow little bed. After awhile, I just lay on my tummy not bothering to greet each new client, my dress was still on and pulled modestly down though my panties were off. They enjoyed very much being able to lift my skirts as if they were the first seducer Id had that night, and plow their hefty meat into my backside. I actually got a several gigantic orgasms from this near the end from all that constant prodding and stimulation to that area.. Each man after this point, would just come in, with no conversation between us, and give me his money, lower his pants, straddle my legs, feel me up, breasts, pussy, digital rectal and vaginal exam, and then BOOM, like lightening he would be in me anally pumping away.Some tried to make the experience last. Some came right away. They all enjoyed my body and went away happy with peace. And I enjoyed being the giver of that joy. Finally, no one came to see me. The night was over. It was 5 AM. Maria had gone off counting her money as she left. I counted my money and had over $1200. Juan was there, so I gave him $100 for watching over me. After that night, Juan became my permanent lover. And what a tender lover he was. He totally understood and accepted me for what I am. Even though I know Im outside the boundaries of societies morals and standards. Juan is great. He says I give him joy. He certainly gives me something to live for. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /