"I hereby give myself over to chronic masturbation", I announced to
myself.  My words  were chopped up in the ceiling fan and then fell dead in the
silent flat.  Traveling alone to Cairns, Australia was exciting in one way.  I
mean there is the barrier reef and islands and topless beaches.  But in other
ways, such as at nine at night and being in a place where there were strict
blue laws, well it was not so exciting.  But laying in bed and lubing my prick
with baby oil was giving me very little satisfaction.  I felt restless.  I had
to move.
      That is why I ended up cruising the bars.  One was sort of fun.  I danced
with some women but nothing seemed to spark and the music and noise became too
much to bear.  Finally I stumbled on the sidewalk of a storefront (oh yeah, I
guess I drank a few blue tinnies also) in which the window was blackened out.
It was about a block from the docks where the reef boats departed and it looked
deserted.  There was an "ADULTS ONLY" sign on the painted black glass.  I
decided to give it a shot.  The inside was much cleaner and brighter than the
outside would have suggested.  The walls were covered with racks which
contained soft porn magazines.  Directly in front of me was a glass case which
contained various dildos and fake vaginas (one that even pulsated!).  To the
right was a curtained entrance way which had a handwritten sign over top:  FIVE
DOLLARS - ALL DAY.  What really caught my eye was who was behind the counter.
I couldn't believe that a woman who looked like that could work in such a
place.  She appeared to be in her mid to late twenties, slender, with short
blonde hair.  Contained in a loose string tie top were two perkie, firm looking
breasts.  She was busy SEWING! of all things and every time she pulled the
thread there was a solid but definite tremor under her top.  Her nipples  stood
out as they rubbed against the fabric like the tips of two pinkie fingers.
      "What does five dollars all day mean", I interrupted her conversation and
pointed to the sign.
      She looked up, her eyes were blue, and she smiled.
      "Those are x-rated movies luv.  They run all day.  We're not allowed to
have any of the hard stuff in print but it's dinky di if we show movies."
      "O.K., I'll take a ticket", I said.
      I handed her a fiver and she touched my hand for a moment.
      "We usually don't get young ones in here", she said as she continued to
smile at me.
       Out of fear I broke the contact but I still wished to bask in her
presence.
      "Is that sewing your doing?"  I asked.
      "Ah Yeah.  We have a live sex show coming up soon and I'm making the
costumes.  It's one week from now.  You really ought to come if you are in
town."  She answered.
      "Ah!  That's no good," I say, "I'll be flying back to Alice at the end of
the week."
      "That's too bad, luv," she said as she went back to her sewing.
      Walking through the curtain was like walking through the entrance of a
cave.  The room was dimly lit.  Chairs and sofas were arranged in front of a
large screen television.  Some men were sitting and drinking beers they had
brought in by the case.  I had a seat and started watching some movie called
star virgin.  The girl on screen was shoving a "space" dildo in her gash and
foam started to overflow from inside her.  For the next few hours that was the
only memorable scene.
      At about two in the morning the counter woman came in and turned off the
T.V..  There were only a three of us left when we were told it was time to
leave.  Two other men who were in their sixties at least.  Now I was more
frustrated than before.  My cock was rock hard and bulging from my pants and
there was no relief in sight.  As we were getting up to leave the woman smiled
at us and motioned towards our crotches.
      "You can bloody well leave like that, eh?  Have a seat up here dears."
      She motioned us to several seats in the front.
      "If I let you leave with blue balls you won't be coming back will you?"
she then said.
      I looked to the other two men.  They looked bewildered so this obviously
was not standard operating procedure.  We sat in the front and she pulled up a
chair in front of us.
      "All right, pull out those cocks.  I want to see how hard our show made
them.  At this point I needed little encouragement although I felt a little
intimidated by the two older men.  It was sort of like preparing for sex in
front of one's father.  The men next to me pulled out their gnarled and well
worn rods to join my stiff smooth pole. She leaned over the chair and looked
closely at our members with hunger in her eyes.
      "My name is Sheila and I want you to slowly start stroking your cocks."
      Well what was I to do but comply to her wish.  We all started to stroke
at different rhythms and styles.  I didn't know there were different ways to
beat off.  Sheila stood, stretched and peeled off her top to reveal two
bountiful mounds with an all over tan.  She started to play with her nipples,
pinching and squeezing them.  She lowered her hands and walked over facing me,
one man on her left and the other on her right.  She smiled again, reached out
and grabbed the other two men's cocks from their hands.  She then leaned over
and lowered her mouth on mine.  No contact was made yet.  She held her mouth
wide open and continued to lower herself until the first wet contact I felt was
in the back of her throat.  She then engulfed the rest of my cock.  I had to
think of sweat socks and locker rooms to keep from cumming right there.  She
brought her head slowly back up an nibbled around the purple fringed head.  My
cock was smooth no more.  It was engorged with blood and the veins strained
under the skin for release.  All the while she was stroking the two blokes
beside me.
      She then ran her tongue down the underside of my cock and seeing her
pretty face disappear behind my balls, she probed my asshole with her tongue.
She then worked her way back up, engulfed me again, pulled slowly off and sat
back.  She released the other two men's cocks.  Normally there would be a
protest but she held our attention as if by a spell.
      She stood and peeled off a skirt and panties.  She was a true blonde.
She turned around and bent over looking at us from between her legs.  Her pussy
was plump and swollen.  It was pink tinged with a smattering of yellow blonde
hair.  She wetted a finger in her mouth then spread the lips of her cunt.  She
suddenly plunged the finger in to the knuckle and ached her back as she moaned.
      After moaning she peered back through her legs and said, "I want you to
stroke your cocks.  I want you to stroke your cocks like you would in your
wettest dreams.  Tell me when you are ready to cum.
      The bloke to my right wasn't long at all.  He started to literally
scream.  Sheila quickly turned around and kneeled before him.
      "Come on my tits, you old bastard" she cupped her breasts and held them
up for him.
      He shuddered and a slow stream of cum poured from the tip of his cock.
It dribbled but it seemed it would never end.  It looked like he came a pint of
milky lumpy cum on her tits.  The man on my left started to moan and she
quickly moved before him.
      "Whack that wanker!  I want your cum.....come on....come on"
      The man came in short bursts and small sticky gobs flew out of his cock
onto her tits.
      When he had finished she moved in front of me.  She laid the tip of her
tongue onto the swollen and sensitive head of my penis.  I immediately came.
Cum seemed to shoot everywhere, into her face and when she jerked back a long
stream shot out and hit the T.V. screen.
      She stood back and started to rub the cum into her breasts mixing all
three of our together.
      "Cum again blokes", she smiled.

I hope you enjoy!
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