Dan Webster - Forced into damnation

Johnny Walker leaned over so that his lips were but scant inches from her ear. Speaking just loud enough for her to hear him, he asked. "What do you think of her?"

Connie conquered the urge to shout the word "obscene" in response to his question, muttering a noncommittal, "Not bad."

"No," Johnny answered. "Not bad at all."

The woman's body was covered with perspiration now, and she rubbed it sensuously over her thighs and belly. Connie wondered whether the redhead's heat was the result of the spotlight or of her lascivious self-stimulation. The passionate expression on her face made Connie sure that it was the latter. But it certainly was warm in there, in spite of the air conditioning.

Connie was perspiring steadily. In fact, she felt as though she were bathed in sweat. Warm stains were forming at her armpits, wetting the pale-yellow blouse that she was wearing. And her crotch was bathed in moisture, the damp material of her panties sticking wetly to her pussy and working its way uncomfortably into the puffy pink slit. She tried to work it loose by shifting her position in the chair, but her movements only served to pull the twisted cloth even more tautly across the lips of her moist young cunt. The girl on stage had leaned way back now, exposing her pussy to the view of all the members of the audience. Connie found herself staring at it in fascination. She had never seen another woman's pussy before. She wondered whether it was normal for the lips and inner membranes to be so red. As the performer leaned further back, the lips of her cunt pulled obscenely apart, revealing the deep-red hue of her cuntal interior.

Connie's panties were becoming more and more uncomfortable as they pulled insistently across the sensitive mound of her snatch. The heat was becoming intolerable, and the light material felt like it was wringing wet. Connie reached under the table and tugged at the crotch of her black jeans, trying to pull the bunched-up material away from her cunt.

The girl on stage had plunged one long finger into the wet red confines of her drooling cuntal opening. Connie watched in shocked disbelief as she began driving the finger in and out like a pistoning cock. She had never seen or even imagined anything so lascivious before in her life. She wished that she could turn away from the obscene performance, burying her face in the sand like a frightened ostrich, but feared that to do so would arouse Johnny Walker's disapproval.

Then, suddenly, a man walked out on stage. Like the girl, he was completely naked. His cock was long and thick, and hung down in front of him, not quite erect, as he walked to the center of the stage and bowed elaborately. He was short and slight of build. The hair on his head and around his long dangling cock was dark and shiny. But the rest of his body was almost hairless. His skin glistened wetly in the illumination of the bright spotlight in which he was centered. The red-haired girl abandoned the lewd fingering of her pussy and placed both hands behind her on the floor. She leaned back until her long red hair was spread luxuriously out on the floor beneath her head. The pouting lips of her pussy were splayed open obscenely, drawing the attention of every pair of eyes in the room. Connie couldn't believe her eyes.

The dark-haired man fell to his knees in, front of the open-cunted girl and brought his face close to the flowered lips of her glistening pink pussy.

Then, with no further preliminaries, he kissed her cunt, his lips making a loud smacking sound which could be heard throughout the room.

Extending his long pink tongue as far as it would go, he pressed forward, burying his face in the wet slash of her gaping pussy. Connie was astounded. The man was lapping at the thickly moistened membranes of the red-haired girl's widely splayed cunt with apparent gusto. Connie could hear the slurping sounds made by his tongue as it sawed feverishly in and out of the gaping slash.

The sound was having a strange effect on Connie, making her own cunt tingle as it had on the night of her forced seduction by Lionel. Her breathing was becoming labored, and her eyes were riveted to the sight of the girl performer's cunt, her thick mat of flaming red pubic hair framing the bobbing head of the man who lapped so greedily at it.

Connie could hear the girl moaning with delight as the man plunged his stiff slithering tongue deeper and deeper into her cunt. She actually sounded as if she were enjoying the shameful act. Connie simply couldn't understand it. It was so dirty and immoral. How could anyone do such a thing? she asked herself.

The girl bent her elbows, lowering herself gradually to the floor. As she did so, the man followed her down, his head apparently glued to her pussy as he continued, lapping and sucking her with a lewd slurping sound. Connie found herself craning her neck, straining involuntarily for a better view of the shameful spectacle.

Now the girl lay flat on her back, her shapely white legs thrown wide apart, opening her pussy completely for the lingual assault of the dark-haired man. He had turned his body now so that his head pointed at her feet and his knees straddled her head. Connie could see his prick, long and hard now, swaying from side to side just above the red-headed girl's nose as his body shifted. The girl inhaled elaborately, letting everyone in the room know that she was savoring the aroma of her cunt-lapping partner's sex.

Then, to Connie's amazement, she extended her tongue, running its curling tip lovingly along the underside of the thick hard cock. Connie could see the swollen shaft jerk violently in response to the touch of her tongue. He buried his face even deeper in her vaginal slit, turning his head from side to side so that he could lick the inner walls of her cunt from all directions. His nose nudged insistently at the swollen bud of her clitoris protruding erectly from the scarlet tent of cuntflesh which sheltered and surrounded it. The deep-red pleasure button was long and cylindrical, like a miniature wiener.

Connie had never really examined her own clitoris, but was vaguely aware of its sensitivity, having stimulated it accidentally with a bar of soap in the shower a few times. She knew that it was tiny, not much bigger than the head of a pin. She couldn't imagine why the girl on stage had such a big one. Connie wondered whether they became enlarged with exercise like the muscles of one's arms or legs.

Connie was painfully aware that her own blood engorged clit was throbbing and that she longed to disentangle herself from the damp material of her twisted panties. Perhaps if she went to the ladies room, she could straighten herself out. But glancing quickly about her, she realized that she would have to stand up and walk in front of the stage, attracting the attention of all those present who were staring at the lewd performance being enacted. She resolved to untangle herself as soon as the act was over. It couldn't go on much longer.

"Like the show?" Johnny Walker asked, his deeply resonant voice soft and controlled.

"It's all right," Connie said, trying to sound casual. She was aware that her voice had risen several decibels above its normal pitch, betraying her nervous excitement. She hoped that Johnny Walker hadn't noticed.

The couple on stage rolled over, the man now on his back on the bottom while the girl straddled his face. He was still working lovingly at her cunt and Connie could hear the loud slurping sound that he was making with his tongue as he drove it in and out of the red-fringed gash.

But then Connie's attention was completely captured by the sight of the girl's mouth wrapped hungrily around the thick red shaft of the man's cock, moving rapidly up and down its length. She thought briefly of the horrible scene that had taken place the Saturday night, before in the Sunnyside warehouse. The thought of Foxy's evil smelling prick forcing its way down her throat made her feel like gagging again. Yet the girl on stage appeared to be enjoying her work.