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As I envisage this to be a twelve-part series of stories, I think the sixth
and the last are allowed to be extravagant beyond the bounds of the others.
Whether it results in a better story is questionable; but this is longer,
more overboard, more perverted than the others written thus far. Let me know
what you think.

Also, you should probably read at least the fifth of the series before this
one, as it marginally connects. They are all on the website,
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GS/www/.

Regards,

GS
gsstories@yahoo.com.au

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NAKED, I WALKED HOME - Six (orgy, ped, nc, preg, anal, public)
by GS

I entered the theatre through the lobby. Tonight my performance would be
more melodramatic, delivered with more ferocity, perfectly designed to
truly move the entire audience. I was not wearing any underpants.

On the way to the dressing room I passed the toilets, and bumped into a
crowd of teenagers coming the other way. They were all male, except for
one girl at the front; my buxom blonde wench from the previous night.
She didn't see me. She was too busy kissing the pimply boy next to her,
who had his hand clumsily down the front of her jeans. The excited nine
or ten boys behind her were trying to paw at her ass and breasts, and
they cheered whenever they succeeded.

With ferocious vigour and a grunt, she dragged the front boy into the
toilets, closely followed by the rest of the pack, flushed and eager.
The last thing I saw before the door shut behind them was a boy holding
one of her shoes in his hand and, at the very last second, catching a
sock that someone out of sight had thrown to him. I stood for a minute
and heard a vague sound that might have been a moan, but I couldn't be
sure.

My reception in the dressing room was mixed. Nobody really wanted to
talk to me, although some of the boys smirked at me and seemed quite
friendly. A lot of the girls shied away, trying to blend into the crowd,
but only becoming more conspicuous by their nervous glances and blushing
faces. Some of them, mostly the older teenagers, kept looking at me from
a distance. They didn't approach, but they kept looking. They looked
hungry; one of them licked her lips, but when she saw me gazing evenly
at her she startled and ran away.

I was watched warily as I changed into my costume. Twenty minutes later
ten boys emerged from the toilets, joking crudely and buttoning up their
pants. Two of them gave each other a high five. Many of the girls stared
furtively at them, anguished looks on their faces, but they were safe;
these boys were spent for now. Proof of their deeds appeared soon
enough. Just a few minutes later the blonde emerged from the same
toilets, sloppily dressed and with dark wet patches on her denim jeans
and white top. She looked bedraggled and used, but had an almost visible
glow on her sweaty body, a sort of aura of robust fulfilment. Her face
shone. I saw a gleaming, sticky trail in her cleavage. She was walking
rather awkwardly.

Everyone eventually relaxed, and by the time the play was due to start,
they were chatting and joking with each other as usual. The bell sounded
and the show began. I performed my lines as Narrator with my usual
vigour, I must admit more successfully than the night before, and walked
back to the dressing room as usual. A girl brushed past me very timidly,
pressing closely against the wall, but looked very relieved, and even
smiled back at me, when she made her way clear and unscathed. I smiled
back at her and waved.

I remained in the dressing room, as quiet as a mouse, while the
theatrics continued around me. It was going well tonight; everyone was
remembering their lines, and the two-hundred strong audience were
animated and responsive. In the interval, with everyone backstage, happy
chatter and laughter broke upon the walls, creating a comforting and
immutable wash of noise. I remained aloof, chatting amiably enough to a
small seven year old boy, and reading a book.

When the play resumed in the second half, I went up the stairs to the
backstage area, unnoticed by most. In the wings, I watched the drama
unfold. Most of the cast were onstage at this point; the scene was the
one in which the true identity of the prince was revealed, much to the
amazement of the gathered crowd. Of course, the play not being entirely
accurate to accommodate the cast, there were all manner of characters on
stage: princes, princesses, servants, waiters, judges, barristers,
peasants, scruffy children, ballerinas, miscellaneous Londoners. There
was also an assortment of people dressed up to represent various
ill-defined metaphors. I didn't understand what the metaphors were
representing or their purpose, but in practice it meant that there were
various dancers, most of them female, in full body lycra of various
colours - red, green, black, blue - and others wearing pale stockings
and aqua t-shirts. They and the ballerinas were doing a dance, to which
the audience was clapping. They were not expecting any brazen
interruptions.

There is a line in the play, 'Bring it forth! Bring it forth!'. As soon
as I heard the line, I leapt utterly naked onto the stage, having left
my clothes discarded in the wings. A few drops of precum flung from my
swinging cock, spattering the faces of some young children sitting and
clapping nearby. They flinched, wiping at their eyes. Greedily, I
grasped at the nearest female I saw.

The nearest female I saw was a hapless young girl, barely pubescent, who
at the time was playing a pink ballerina. She was wearing pink tights, a
pink lycra top, and a pink tissue paper tutu. She had a pink ribbon
tying her blonde ponytail in place. Overall, her curves were shown
splendidly, from the gentle swelling where her breasts were forming,
with little buds of nipples just poking out, to the toned curve of her
pretty legs. I envisaged her playing youthful games in a park, or
laughing while jumping on a trampoline with her sister; or, the
strongest image of all, I imagined her gazing bright-eyed into a mirror,
carefully brushing back her straight, wet hair, just after having a
shower and just before bed, her precious body covered by a chaste white
nightie.

The tutu tore as I grabbed it, and I threw it away. In a frenzy I tore
at her tights, managing to rip them at the top and all the way down to
the crotch. I pulled them roughly halfway down her legs, making her
stumble forward, but I caught her in time. At the same time I kneaded
her budding titties, squeezing and fondling them, pressing them roughly
into her chest.

Looking down, I saw exposed before me a smooth and pert little ass, very
pale, clad in cute pink panties with little chickens on them. I saw the
valley-like shadow of her ass crack where her panties had pulled down a
little, and felt her trembling against me. Overwhelmed by desire, I
tried to mount her from behind, ramming my cock repeatedly into her
panty-clad rear, smearing the pink chickens with my precum and forcing
them up into her crack. She rocked and shook violently with me and I
crushed her against me, desperate to feel as much of her body against
mine as was possible. I ran my hands up and down her covered front, over
her flat stomach, briefly into her navel, now dipping into her panties
and wafting my hand through her sparse, delicate pubic hair, now rubbing
a finger over her silky pussy lips and now sticking a fingertip into her
tight virginal hole. She swayed and muttered and groaned against me,
barely aware of her own burgeoning sexuality but absorbing my animal
desire, feeling its swelling power shoved rudely up against her
innocence. I licked her ear and neck and impulsively rubbed my cheek
against hers, delighting in the way her hair faintly tickled my ear.

Still humping at the stretching panties of the girl, I looked around.
The music from the dance had stopped, and the remaining ballerinas, and
indeed the entire cast, were staring at me, some still locked, kneeling
on the floor in their choreographed positions. They were open-mouthed,
staring at my shameless assault. The audience, hidden somewhat in the
darkness, appeared to be in the same state of shock, and I heard a few
echoing cries of alarm, which quickly died away. With the glare of the
stage lights I could only see a few rows back, the rest mere
silhouettes. I saw mostly families with young children, although there
were also a lot of teenagers, no doubt friends of some of the older
actors. They too were slack-jawed, some of them looking urgently around
at others to confirm that this was not a dream. I blew softly into the
girl's ear and she made a funny noise.

I pressed my cock hard into her underwear, hoping to burst the material
by the savage force of my swollen rod alone, but the taut material
stubbornly held. Instead, I grabbed the waist of her panties and dragged
them down her squirming legs to the ankles, taking her tights with them.
I heard a stifled cry from the audience. Now naked from the waist down,
her feet cuffed together, her knees twisting that way and that, I
dragged her awkwardly to the front of the stage, where there stood a
prop judge's bench. With a shoulder in one hand and a waist in the
other, I pushed her up against the bench and bent her over, front and
centre stage. With my bulging cock I parted her quivering ass cheeks,
pressing my slippery manhood between her legs and sawing back and forth
against her cunt lips. Her pussy, never before sullied, slowly parted at
the insistence of my penis, eventually snapping around the head, making
me want to spurt my seed into her there and then. I pulled out, enjoying
the exquisite sucking on my cock, and tried entering again. This time I
missed and pressed against her ass hole. Not realising my mistake I
pushed forward, forcing her anal sphincter open but not managing to
penetrate, eliciting a startled cry from the poor girl. I pulled back
once more and made another adjustment, slicking up her mound by slapping
my drooling cock rapidly against it.

My balls boiling, I thrust forward with vicious force, and claimed her
virginity; the first of many to be taken that night. She cried out
sharply, and the noise echoed throughout the theatre. Nobody moved. I
heard a sharp intake of breath, as of excitement. I could only stare at
her back.

I stood there for some time, relishing the feeling of having my thick
cock completely plugging her hole. Her vaginal muscles were spasming
around my cock as if trying to escape its awful girth, and the sensation
was extraordinary. I struggled for control, my balls desperately eager
to jettison their spermy load into her. I tried to pull out so that I
could begin the old in-out, but the feeling was too exquisite, too
intense, and I knew that to do so would make me cum immediately. So I
remained inside her, openly salivating onto the back of this young
maiden, not moving any part of my body lest it should send me over the
brink. We remained like this for perhaps five minutes, a shuddering
conjoined statue. The cast and audience continued to silently look on.
The girl was breathing heavily; probably the most audible sound in the
theatre.

Then she squirmed a little under me, adjusting so that her breasts were
perhaps not pressed so uncomfortably into the bench. Her movements,
though very slight, seemed almost magnified in their sexiness by their
subtlety - the miniscule jerk of the elbows, a slight twist of the
shoulders, a gradual bending of the back - so very restrained, so very
refined - and on such a pretty, innocent young girl, erotic enough to
make me instantly cream her.

I ejaculated into the girl with a force I had rarely known in the past.
It was the sort of cum that usually only arrives after hours of slow
build-up, the sort of cum that first shoots clear sticky strands metres
into the air, followed by jet after thick and creamy jet of potent
sperm. I dumped my cum into her like this, each blast followed so
quickly by another that it was like a single, continuous torrent. I was
sure she could feel it splattering across her cervix, perhaps even
slathering across the very walls of her womb. And her pussy was so
tight, so intimately gripping my cock, that she must have felt every
contraction, every expansion, every pulse of life that I transferred
into her. She did moan, not very loudly, but for a long time, like a
long, drawn out breath; I just -knew- she had died the death, in her own
special way. I myself didn't just moan; I exclaimed out loud. The
endless flood went on and on, and as I groaned in pleasure I could not
help but rut in and out of her, whipping up a foamy pink mess where our
genitals joined, and forcing a slick of semen to slide down her inner
leg.

When I was done her pussy was a drooling mess, and she tottered a
little. I pulled my cock out of her. My juices, our juices, pattered
audibly onto the stage.

I looked up at the audience and saw that many of them were squirming in
their seats. I stepped away from the girl, who remained bent over, her
eyes closed. Stepping to the front of the stage, my cock boldly dangling
between my legs, I addressed the audience, entreating them to come up on
stage, offering them the vast stockpile of nubile flesh gathered there.

My voice rang out and died away and there was a momentary stunned
silence. But even as I watched, the sexual tension filling the room
stretched, and then snapped.

There was a rumbled shout and a mad rush for the stage. The males in the
front rows were the first to clamber up, clawing desperately at their
pants. Even as I turned to watch, a fifty-year-old man with a beer belly
and a hairy chest thrust into my girl from behind, eliciting a loud
response from both of them. A queue quickly formed behind the man. The
girl's hair loosened from its ponytail and fell in a veil over her face,
flicking and tossing back and forth as she was pounded into a frenzy.

Other men, who had initially formed in the queue, could not wait
patiently enough, and scrabbled into the cast, clutching and clasping at
whatever nubile flesh they could find. I've no doubt some boys were
mistaken for girls, and fucked by accident; but mostly the men found
their targets, and the helpless girls had their clothes torn from their
bodies, their panties stuffed in their mouths or stashed in pockets.
They were straddled right there beneath the hot white glare of the stage
lights.

The cast were no more immune to the sex around them than the audience.
Two of the older boys, dressed as judges, were stripping the clothes
from two younger girls, who had been playing peasants. The girls seemed
bewildered as, reduced to their bra and panties, they were forced onto
their backs on the floor. At a stern command from a third boy they
lifted their legs and allowed their panties to be removed. The boys then
dropped their pants. The girls were rudely mated, their hymens removed
in the process. The first boy lasted only a few seconds before he
stiffened and came inside her. From where I stood I could not see the
girl's face or upper body, but I remember that the boy was replaced
almost immediately by another, who forced her legs back onto his
shoulders.

Meanwhile some of the audience could not even take the time to go up to
the stage. In the third row, one man had latched his mouth onto the lips
of a teenage girl sitting next to him. She was pressed back in her seat
and I briefly saw his tongue lick over her cheek and into her mouth. I
could tell she was trying to say something but the sound was completely
muffled by his mouth. His bushy beard hid her face. His hand, large and
rough, slipped under her t-shirt, which had a Uniting Church logo
splayed across the breasts. The teenage boy next to her, who must have
been her boyfriend, was absorbed in a little girl sitting on the other
side of him, outfitted in a little floral dress. She couldn't have been
more than ten. As I watched, he fumbled with one hand on his zipper,
pulling forth his hard cock, and with the other took the little girl's
head. She looked a little frightened, but obediently knelt down in front
of him. Her mother, sitting on the other side, didn't even notice when
he forced her head onto his cock, didn't even see the strands of precum
joining his cock to her dainty little mouth, didn't even notice when the
boy laced those sticky strings around his fingers and smeared them onto
her cheek. She was too focussed on what was happening on stage.

It was quite a sight. Certainly by this time my own penis was erect and
ready for action once more. And the choice was overwhelming.

I jumped off the stage and into the audience, where I fumbled at the
blouse of a thirty-something mother. She was taken aback, her hands
raised tentatively in the air, allowing me full access to her chest. The
buttons popped off and the material parted to reveal her ripe tits,
still encased in a large white bra. I tore this open and her breasts
fell, round and heavy. I took one in each hand and closed them around my
dick. I fucked into those titties maybe thirty times, occasionally
pushing the head up against her chin.

When I asked, she hesitantly told me that she had two daughters who were
in the play. At my behest she went up to the stage and found them - one
was cowering behind a prop tree, the other was on her knees as a boy
masturbated into her hair - and brought them back to me. She seemed to
be in a daze as she returned, her mammaries still on display and being
openly fondled by a young boy who was walking backwards in front of her,
reaching up to tweak the nipples.

The girls were pretty young things, nine and thirteen. I face-fucked the
nine-year-old for some time - she had hazel eyes - making her gag when I
pressed my cock down into her throat. Then I fell upon the
thirteen-year-old, fucking her in the aisles, at first pushing her dress
up over her head so that I could not see her, nor her me. It was a turn
on to reduce her to merely soft and pale breasts and cunt, which I
fucked as I would a doll. Eventually I pulled the dress back to her neck
so that I could lick her innocent young face and lips. She quickly
responded to my carnal energy, moaning and muttering and crying out as
her little sister looked down on her, her lips and chin glossed with
saliva and precum.

As one we turned and lay side by side, her pert breasts pressed against
my chest. The position was awkward, but I continued to slide my cock
back and forth into her, occasionally slipping out and needing to
reposition. I lay a hand on her waist, then crept it around to her
buttocks, kneading them in my sweaty palms. I worked a finger into her
anus.

"Ahh!" she cried at the unexpected intrusion. I twisted and pumped my
finger in an out of her ass, not at all in rhythm with the fucking I was
giving her pussy, and she closed her eyes tightly in concentration,
screwing her face up. I stuck my tongue into her mouth, licking her
teeth, and then thrusting that too in and out of her mouth, giving her a
bizarre sort of screwing in each of her holes.

She came twice. Then I dumped my load into her without bothering to ask
if she'd mind bearing my child.

I stood up, and an old man with grey hair creaked to his knees between
the girl's legs and pointed his hard and wrinkled penis at her sloppy
opening. I looked away, surveying the state of the entire theatre.

It was, in the greatest, freest sense of the word, an orgiastic feast.
Perhaps I should describe in more detail what a fully blown orgy is
like.

For a start, there is the all pervasive smell, the reek of sex which
hangs in the air, a constant reminder of the sweet ambrosia flowing all
around you, fresh and appetising, waiting for you to scoop it up and
drink it. Accompanying this is the noise. There are a few low and
distinct voices, all indistinguishable murmurs, usually just dirty talk
to whoever's being screwed at the time. But most noticeably there is a
constant undercurrent of moans and groans, prolonged sighs cut sharp by
orgasms, even a steady squelching as moist furrows are ploughed. You
notice these things even as you stroke and fondle a trembling naked
girl, even as you pull her bra down off her shoulders. You especially
notice these things as you spill your seed, the orgasm heightening your
senses temporarily, making even the slightest "Ohhh!" from the other
side of the room perfectly audible.

Then there is the heat. This theatre is particular has no air
conditioning, and it is the middle of summer. But when you take the
clothes off of two or three hundred people, when you set them to
grinding into one other, generating rhythmic friction, blasting off
their sexual energy, the heat and sweat billows off them and makes the
room a tropical green house. Everyone sweats, and everyone shares their
sweat. It hangs damply in their hair, glistens in their cracks and
crevasses, and makes the fucking sloppier and more prolonged. On some of
the more unfit men in particular, it pours off them in runnels, soaking
whichever girl lies beneath them. It doesn't slow them down - the
eroticism of the scene was too much for them to stop - but it gives them
a harder workout than they had ever before experienced.

But perhaps what made it truly like a dream, a fantastical, pornographic
vision, is the unbridled passion with which couples and groups go about
their business. There are no status divisions. Yes, the beautiful are
fucked more often, but there's plenty to go around, and young and old,
thin and fat, pretty and ugly, all have the same chances to breed as
anyone else. A beautiful sixteen-year-old girl with fat breasts and a
luscious ass, who would otherwise be frigid and untouchable, relents at
the touch of the ugliest, most detestable boy in the room. That boy is
then allowed to not only touch and fondle, but penetrate, even ejaculate
inside her. Why, he might even be the one to give her a baby, when she
inevitably becomes pregnant.

Anyone can fuck anyone else and they won't mind. One man was just
standing there on the stage, not moving from his spot, but just waiting
for girls to walk past. Then he would grab them by the hips, removing
their panties if they were still on, and pull them onto his cock. He
fucked the girls onto him, not moving himself, and let them go after
thirty of forty penetrations. I never actually saw him cum, but he was
having a wonderful time, just screwing whatever pussy came his way. I
saw him with at least a dozen girls, some were mothers, some barely had
tits, but he must have had half the female population of that audience.
I saw a woman doing a similar thing on the other side of the stage, just
resting her hands on the wall, her rear jutting out, waiting for men to
walk by and fuck her. And they did.

An orgy, a proper orgy, is a snapshot of Eden. No worries, no stress, no
cares, just pure, fresh banging. But I digress from the event itself.

In the back rows, shadowy figures were rising and falling on the laps of
men, milking their cocks in the relative darkness. One man even had a
queue of women, mostly older but some presenting both themselves and
their daughters. As a woman orgasmed and reluctantly pulled herself off
I saw why. His cock was longer and thicker than any I had seen before,
and when it came, it came like a volcano, a Vesuvian eruption of white
lava that drowned any who came close.

Some girls were being fucked in their seats, their clothing still on,
just their dresses or skirts pushed up to allow access to their cunts.
At the end of an aisle one boy was fucking another boy in the ass. I saw
he had a load of cum drooling down his leg already. I even saw two girls
going at it, passionately kissing each other as their bare breasts
rubbed together, their fingers furiously rubbing the other's clitoris.
But it was not long before a couple of men saw them and quickly
separated them, replacing fingers with cocks, and round breasts with
hairy chests. The girls took the fuckings submissively. Once the men
stiffened, came and left, they resumed their lesbian position, sucking
the cum out of each others pussies. The men must have been offended when
they saw this, because they came back and each dumped another load into
the girls.

Most of the action was happening on stage though. Naked or semi-naked
girls ran everywhere, some with snail trails of cum on their breasts, or
their thighs, or even their neck or ankles. Any who came near a hard
dick were fucked where they were caught, and when they eventually
slipped from the man's grasp, seconds or minutes later, they were soon
captured by another. Young or very young, it didn't matter - all of the
girls were fair game. None of them seemed to be particularly upset,
although the sexual energy probably hadn't affected the pre-pubescent
girls so much. But on the whole, they were willing victims to the sexual
predators that had risen from the audience, from their peers, from their
friends. Even as I watched, a twelve-year-old locked her legs around a
man twice her age to make sure he emptied himself inside her, ensuring
the greatest chance of success for their act of procreation.

The stage was becoming a slippery mess. Lots of girls were being fucked
standing up, but only because there was no more room on the floor. Some
of the girls lying down were even being stacked, two or three lying on
top of each other, the lighter ones on top. Men and boys who knelt
before them would alternate, a few strokes in one pussy, then moving
slightly lower to get a few strokes in another. Or, they would fuck one
pussy while feeling another's legs, rubbing up and down the length of
her calves. Someone had created a stack of three sisters, which was
proving particularly popular. The cum from the top one was dripping onto
the pussies of the ones below.

I noticed that one boy had been fucking a girl for about forty minutes,
relentless, non-stop pounding, in a frustrated effort to get off. The
girl, I later discovered, was his sister's friend, a small and delicate
redhead who he had a desperate crush on. He himself was large and a
little fat. By now they were nearing exhaustion, their physical energy
drained, only their desire keeping them going. The stage lights bore
down on him, gleaming off the sheen of sweat on his back, casting
humping shadows on the floor as his buttocks rose and fell atop the
straining young girl in steady, pounding rhythm. He pistoned in and out
of her like an industrial drill. Her legs were shivering and
sporadically kicking out around his body, her dainty feet clenching and
releasing as she was kept constantly on the brink of, or perhaps in the
throes of, orgasm. I came closer and saw the sweat dripping off them,
pooling in her belly button, trickling from her soaked and mousy hair.
Their skin was red and glowing, and they were both staring brightly into
each other's eyes, their freckled faces overjoyed. I saw that they were
in love.

I coated my finger in the excretions on my cock and stuck it in her
mouth. She suckled on it absently, still gazing into the boy's eyes,
absorbed by what she saw there.

He was starting to slow down, barely able to keep himself held above
her, but still not able to cum. The girl saw this and smiled, still
staring dreamily into his eyes, and she pulled him closer and whispered
something in his ear. I don't know what it was, but he came at once,
groaning loudly and depositing his load into her receptive young womb.
Sensing this, her eyes changed, focussing on a point behind him and
lighting up.

"Oh...ahh!" she yelped, and her whole body literally shook on the floor,
convulsing and twisting beneath him. Her ejaculation must have been as
powerful as his; to my astonishment, I saw a miniature flood of clear
fluid escape from her pussy around his cock, creating a substantial
little puddle beneath their flexing, raw genitals. The sight was so
beautiful that I had to get up and fuck something. The first thing I saw
was hairless pussy and I took it, barely noticing the brunette girl
attached to it, who turned her head to glance at me. I was only
interested in emptying my balls inside of something. I rutted
ferociously in and out and a minute later came deep inside her. The girl
later had my child.

I went to the toilet, and when I came back the fucking was still going
strong. The men were indefatigable, and ready for another round even
after having cum two or three times. Probably many of them had never
known or even imagined such an prurient scene. And now there was
something new.

Someone had herded twenty of the cutest little girls, some with their
costumes torn fully or partially off, onto the front-left of the stage.
They sat obediently, watching with large, frightened eyes as a crowd of
men and boys gathered around them, all furiously jerking off while
staring at their hair and arms and pussies and saying nasty things to
them. Some of the men had arrived directly from fucking, and came almost
instantly; their cum flew wildly into the crowd of girls, spattering
their skin, their dresses, their faces, their cheeks, making them
instinctively flinch as the hot fluid splashed onto them. Some men saw a
face that they liked and crouched close, entreating the girls to stay
near their wildly pulsing cocks. When they came, the semen sprayed with
such force onto their cheeks, their lips, their necks, that the girls
openly recoiled, but usually they were held in place until they had a
full load covering the side of their face.

Such girls quickly became targets to the more perverted men, who formed
in groups around them, causing them to be lost from sight for some time.
I couldn't see what was done to them, but by the time they were done the
girls eyelids were glued shut with sperm, and they usually weren't
virgins anymore. One girl obviously had a very appealing stomach; cum
thickly coated it where she lay, making her entire midriff sheeny white
and reflective, slowly caking and cracking. It drooled down her sides.

I had been planning on leaving, but the sight was enough to raise my
weary cock once more. But most of what I saw around me was by now used
goods. I was seeking a more substantial prize.

I found it in the form of a thirteen-year-old girl cowering in an unused
row of seats. Her skirt had been removed, but her panties were intact. I
guessed that someone had divested her of the former, but she'd had
second thoughts and run away.

She was huddled on her side in the foetal position, trying to make
herself as small and inconspicuous as possible. She was facing away from
me, looking nervously towards the other end of the row, where one of her
comrades was being triple-fucked by three brothers. The only feature I
could really see from where I stood was that she had very long,
waist-length brown hair, and her behind was quite large and firm for her
age.

I dropped to my hands and knees and into the shadows between the seats,
out of sight of everyone else. Silently I crawled towards her, edging
silently closer and closer, coming near enough to ouch her. Still
unnoticed, I leaned over her, and nearly received a kick in the head
when I kissed one of her panty-clad butt cheeks. I caught the ankle as
it lashed instinctively out at me and held it firmly in my grasp, but
continued to kiss and lick her butt through the panties. She whimpered
and tried to crawl away, but I held her fast. Slowly, I moved on top of
her, gently kissing my way further up her body. I tenderly mouthed my
way up her side, at the same time stroking her thighs. I could see her
eyes glittering at me in the darkness. As I continued to stroke and lick
her, drawing ever closer to her face, I felt the tension in her body
gradually subside.

Not breaking eye contact, I paused briefly at her neck and released her
ankle from my grasp. She didn't try to escape. I moved both of my hands
up now, above her waist, under her t-shirt, rubbing her flat tummy on
one side and stroking her back on the other. I kissed her cheek and she
turned her head so that I could kiss her mouth.

I locked my lips onto hers, slipping my tongue inside her and swirling
it around her mouth, into both cheeks, to the back of her tongue. I
continued to hold that kiss and she melted quickly in my arms. She
breathed loudly in through her nose. I didn't break that kiss as I slid
her t-shirt up to her breasts, and fondled her smooth, soft skin. I
didn't break that kiss when I pulled her bra down and squeezed her
nipples with gentle force between my fingers. The kiss continued even as
I pulled her panties halfway down her legs. Now she turned her body so
that I could lie properly atop her, my tongue still pervading her mouth.

Although it was at first incredibly awkward, I placed my legs to either
side of hers, straddling her body. Her legs could barely part because of
the panties at her knees, but nevertheless I pointed my cock directly
down to slide between her clasped legs. I doubt very much that such a
position exists in the Kama Sutra, but I somehow managed it. It was not
easy to penetrate her, but it was the perfect position to stimulate her
clitoris, rubbing up and down against it and making her sigh into my
mouth. I adopted a slight angle and managed to penetrate slightly, but
only managed to get the head of my cock into her. Having already cum
three times I was in no particular rush and with some time and effort I
managed, sitting astride her legs, to press my cock against her precious
hymen. But no further could I go.

All efforts frustrated, I at last pulled away from her mouth and flipped
her over onto her stomach. This made things much easier and I lay fully
atop her, crushing her into the carpet and pressing my cock into her
pussy. We were both fairly wet by now, so it was no particular trouble
to burst her hymen in a single stroke. She made a funny little noise,
and I thought I could feel her rectum muscles flex beneath me, but that
may have been my imagination. I began to stroke in and out of her,
rising and falling to a steady beat, the wet slaps sounding oddly hollow
here, hidden amongst the seats.

Soon she was whimpering again, but now it was inflected with carnal
desire. I was stretching her cunt nicely, and it soon fit me like a
warm, wet fish. Or at least, so I imagined a fish would be like.

I wanted to cum, but found that I was unable to. We were both too wet,
too slippery, and there was not enough friction despite her
near-virginity. Also, I had spread most of my seed around already. I
persisted for a long time, sometimes slowing, sometimes quickening as I
saw fit, responding to her breathing and the contractions that I felt
around my dick. At one stage I pounded into her furiously, a haywire
pumping machine which drove in, out, in, in out, in-out-in a blur, but
still I could not get off. As I did this she yelped and muttered, being
driven through a haze of pleasure that would rise and fall to the rhythm
of my cock. She was speaking words, but they were bleary and impossible
to decipher.

After half an hour of relentless fucking, I was left with no choice. I
adjusted my position slightly and pushed at her puckered ass hole. I
don't think she was expecting this, but nor was she fully conscious of
what was happening at that stage. All it took on my part was steady
pressure.

I had never screwed a girl in the ass before, so it was a new and
exciting experience. So much tighter, almost painfully so, but the
pressure around my penis was so much more intense, so much more
unyielding, like going from a silken glove to a small rubber one. At
that stage, it was just what I needed.

It was not easy to get inside her rectum, and it took several minutes,
shifting my weight, moving as she squirmed slightly beneath me, before I
was fully embedded, my hairy balls tickling her pussy. I rested inside
her for some time, occasionally twitching my dick to see if she could
feel it. I think she could; I'm sure -anybody- would something twitching
in their ass.

Pulling out of her was even harder than pushing in, because it felt as
if she were sucking me in even as I pulled out, literally as I imagined
fucking a vacuum cleaner. I was surprised I couldn't hear the low
guttural schlops of noise that usually accompany air filling a void. But
at last I was far enough out that her sphincter was clasping just the
head, and from then on going in and out was relatively easy.

Irritated by carpet burns on my knees, I pulled her ass backwards, so
that it was raised up. She pushed herself up onto her hands but I
pressed her back down again, so that just her buttocks were sticking up
in the air. Then I moved up into a crouch, my cock still embedded in
her, so that I was positioned just above her protruding rear.

 From this position I could pound into her ass as hard and fast as I
liked, and I proceeded to pound into her as hard and fast as was humanly
possible, leaning over her and grasping at her tits. She was a quivering
mass beneath me, a vibrating sexual entity whose only use was to suck
the cum out of me, and it was not long before this was achieved.

We both came quickly, this being the first ass-fucking for both of us. I
emptied my balls into her bowels, pumping quite a larger load than I had
expected, and fell to the ground next to her, kissing the back of her
neck gently as we lay side by side. I whispered in her ear, telling her
I loved her, and that I wanted to hold her next to me forever. She
whispered back that she had to go home to her family, she had to go to
school, and I asked her if she had any sisters. Yes, she said, smiling
hesitantly at me. One of them was getting married next week, the other,
her twin, had her first day of high school tomorrow, like her. I smiled
devilishly back at her. She saw the look in my eyes but no longer seemed
frightened by it. I rose and pulled her up next to me, taking her hand.

Around us people seemed to be at last nearing exhaustion. Only a few
stallions were still screwing, tiredly pumping in and out of girls who
could barely keep their legs apart. The others had fallen where they
fucked, lying asleep or half-asleep in couples, triples or more. Centre
stage was a tangled mess of arms, legs, breasts and cocks in which it
was impossible to distinguish individuals. All one could see were naked,
sweaty bodies pressed closely to each other for warmth. A few unlucky
ones slept in pools of semen, others had the presence of mind to
collapse next to them rather than in them. But all, in their slumber or
near-slumber, seemed content. Well fucked, initiated to womanhood,
initiated to manhood, pumped full of cum, sodomised, pregnant. I took my
pet by the hand and led her out through the foyer.

Naked, I walked her home.

THE END
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