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Archive name: sex.txt (M+/F, exh, bd, gb)
Authors name: Phoebe (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
Story title : Sexual Restraint

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Sexual Restraint (M+/F, exh, bd, gb)
by Phoebe (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)

***

A young woman is bored with her life until she takes
up with an exciting stranger.

***

I worked for the city's water authority in customer 
service. My job was to answer questions about 
billing and scheduling service calls for blue-
marking waterlines for construction companies or 
citizens who needed the service.

In short, at 25 I was board out of my mind. You 
know, numb with boredom, no direction, no special 
skills, condemned to a lifetime to tedious jobs and 
no fun in life. And worst of all I was still living 
with my parents.

Then one day all that changed.

I'd grown up in a normal household with normal 
expectations with all the hopes and dreams that any 
girl might expect to have. But as the years 
progressed I found that one after the other, my 
dreams began to go stale and my hopes were dashed.

Looking back at it all I now realize that I was 
being childish and self-centered. But I guess 
sometimes we have to experience really bad things 
to understand how good we have it. The fact that I 
brought on myself what happened to me makes the 
stupidity even worse.

I met Steve on the phone. He called in to check on 
his billing. Right away I knew he was different 
that the run of the mill customer. His voice was 
boomingly loud and dripping with masculine 
confidence. He also had this way of making a person 
seem like they were the most important person in 
the world.

By the time I had gone over his bill and discovered 
where the problem lay, I had agreed to go out on a 
date with him Saturday night.

When I met Steve in person I wasn't disappointed. 
Although he dressed kind of like a cross between a 
Goth and a Punk, all in black, and he had a shaved 
bald head, he was still very handsome and I was 
excited to be his focus of attention.

We made love that first night. I didn't stay 
overnight, but we had great sex and multiple times 
before I finally pulled myself together and had him 
drive me home around 3 o'clock Sunday morning.

Steve called me at about 8 o'clock, waking me up, 
and asked to take me out to a club he knew that 
evening. I don't normally party on Sundays because 
of work the next day. But as I stated at the 
beginning of my narrative, I was bored out of my 
skull with my life, so I agreed with his suggestion 
instantly.

The club he took me to that evening was the 
strangest place I'd ever seen. As his clothing had 
indicated when I first met Steve, he turned out to 
be a Goth in both lifestyle and inclination. I'd 
never paid much attention to that side of society 
before, but I was finding its appeal by Steve's 
side.

Most of his friends were into this fatalistic 
vision of the future. Never expect good things to 
happen and you won't be disappointed. Never trust 
the establishment and remain free. And above all 
else, don't worry about tomorrow, because it may 
never come.

This club, if that's what you could call it, was 
nothing more than a big room with ragged old 
couches and bench style car seats placed around the 
room haphazardly with a big open space in the 
middle. The middle space was apparently for 
dancing, at least that was what was going on when 
we arrived.

There was a kitchen off the main room that served 
sandwiches and beer, and several restrooms, and 
that was pretty much the whole thing. I wasn't sure 
why anyone would want to come there, it seemed like 
a real dump. But I was with my hunky Steve so it 
didn't really matter to me.

That first time we drank beer and eat sandwiches 
and Steve introduced me to his friends and when the 
night was over and he was dropping me off at home I 
realized that I'd had a ton of fun. I had been on 
an "excitement" high all night. Meeting new people 
and flirting with guys and having them flirt with 
me. It was some evening, not boring that was for 
sure.

After that Steve and I became a couple at the club 
and in the Goth community at large. I dyed my hear 
jet-black and started wearing black clothing. I 
even pierced my tongue, although I got a lot of 
flack at work and my parents weren't very 
supportive of my changed appearance.

About a month or so into my new life something 
happened that changed Steve's and my relationship. 
We'd been hanging at the club for several hours 
when June and Bob, (friend's of ours who were 
sitting next to us) began kissing each other 
passionately.

This type of thing went on all over the place. It 
was sort of one of those things were, to flaunt 
convention people tried to shock other people, only 
so many things that flaunted convention were done 
so often that they didn't shock anyone. As a 
matter-of-fact they were just entertainment for 
everyone.

Then as I watched Bob kissing June, and as they 
slid to the floor I realized that Bob was tugging 
at June's Levis, trying to unbutton them. I was 
shocked.

I didn't move, but sat there like a stone as Bob 
succeeded in undoing June's pants and began tugging 
them down her legs. I did jump when I felt Steve's 
fingers begin to rub gentle circled round a nipple 
through the material of my shirt. He'd had his arm 
draped over my shoulder when this all started and 
it seemed almost natural that his hand had moved a 
shade lower and began to massage my breast.

My eyes widened when I saw Bob frantically tugging 
at his pants. To see his stiff weenie jump out into 
the open was an exciting surprise, it looked so 
urgent and all shiny.

I didn't get to see it very long though because he 
positioned himself over June and plunged in between 
her wide-spread legs and began to immediately 
thrust in and out of her.

There they were at our feet, humping at each other 
like rutting animals. They were making moaning and 
grunting noises and occasionally would brush 
against my foot as they wailed away at each other.

To my amazement several other couples slumped to 
the floor and were soon fucking each other with the 
same abandon as Bob and June. This was so exciting, 
I'd only had sex a few times before Steve and 
always in private and usually with someone who had 
as many hang-ups as I did.

This exhibitionist sex was something entirely new 
to me, I'd never even imagined something like this 
before.

But before long I was laying flat on my back with 
Steve fucking my brains out. I don't know quite how 
it all happened, it's still a little hazy to me. 
But I do remember Steve's groan of pleasure as he 
sank into me and the feeling of absolute freedom as 
he began to thrust in and out of me.

I also remember that I wanted to give everyone a 
show, that it wildly turned me on to act like a 
insatiable slut for all to see. I enjoyed the 
feeling more than I can say and played the scene to 
the maximum.

Later I was told by several friends that I looked 
so hot getting fucked, that several of Steve's 
buddies asked me to come home with them. I was 
flattered, but of course I turned them down. Even 
if I had enjoyed the lewd show I'd given, I wasn't 
really a slut.

Then the every next evening when we entered the 
club and one of our friends propositioned me and 
I'd smiled and turned him down, I got a real shock. 
Steve suggested that I have sex with our friend, 
that it was okay with him.

I admit that I was hoping to relive the night 
before. That all I'd thought about during work all 
day was what Steve and I would do in front of 
strangers and everyone. But I hadn't even given 
consideration about doing something so intimate 
with anyone but Steve.

But Steve insisted. He said that he would love to 
watch Shane (our friend's name) and I go at it. He 
said that he knew I was the sexiest female in the 
place and it would be a real charge for him to see 
me in all my glory.

I wasn't sure about this. But I was horny as hell. 
I'd been anticipating sex in public all day and I'd 
been wet and squishy all day.

So when Shane pulled me to him and planted a big 
french-kiss on me I didn't pull away. I thought 
about pulling away, but I fought the impulse and 
let him do whatever he wanted.

And what Shane wanted, was to fuck me. And I let 
him. It was almost like one of the slow motion 
replays. Everything was crystal clear, every detail 
was burned into my memory. 

I let Shane lower me to a cushion that had been 
placed in the middle of the room, then I watched as 
he pulled my pants off. As he stood over me and 
undressed I watched fascinated by his body. It was 
different than Steve's, smaller and more defined, I 
could see every muscle ripple as he moved.

Then he was kneeling between my legs and when he 
brought his mouth to my pussy I shrieked in 
surprise and soon pleasure as he went to town on 
me. Shane spent the longest time eating me in every 
sense of the word. I could tell that he enjoyed it 
and that only increased my pleasure.

Soon I was writhing on the cushion while Shane's 
head bobbed up and down between my legs. Then in 
the background I began to hear voices chanting 
softly, "Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her."

The voices became louder and I looked over at Steve 
to she his reaction. My eyes widened in surprise 
when I saw Steve sitting with his arm around a girl 
I didn't know, with one hand draped over her 
shoulder fingering her nipple. Although I couldn't 
hear him I could tell that he was urging me on, his 
lips were forming to words, I knew he was urging 
Shane to fuck me.

Then I was jerked to the moment when I felt Shane's 
stiff cock bottom out in me in one thrust. It 
wasn't uncomfortable to be entered in one thrust 
like that. In fact it was heavenly. I'd been 
anticipating this all day and to finally be filled 
with a big stiff dick was wonderful.

Shane began to thrust in and out of me to the 
rhythm of the crowd's, "Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck 
her," chant. It was so perverted, so lewd, so 
exciting that I came right away.

As I clung to Shane's heaving body I couldn't help 
myself, I screamed, "EEEEEYESSS!! FUCK ME!!!" And 
my body spasmed and I hugged him tightly pushing 
him deeper into me until I felt him pulsing into 
me. He was so excited that I could actually feel 
the first spurt of his hot cum as he jetted into me 
hitting my insides with his molten lava.

Shane continued to thrust into me for the longest 
time. For so long in fact that I was on the verge 
of another orgasm as he stopped and pulled out of 
me.

I lay there devastated and rolled up into the fetal 
position and began to moan, "No, no, don't stop, oh 
gawd, I need it, so bad, oh gawd." I reached down 
between my legs to rub myself off, not caring what 
I looked like to the others in the room.

But just as I was about to cum, my hand was held in 
a strong grip and I opened my eyes to see another 
friend of Steve's hovering over me naked. I didn't 
care that I didn't really know Jon. All I saw in 
that moment was ready dick pointing proudly out 
from his body. I opened my arms and legs to him and 
groaned in satisfaction as I felt him slide home.

In moments my body was jerking and thrusting up at 
Jon taking him as deeply as I could, feeling the 
wonderful sexual surges blasting through my body, 
sating my terrible need with each spasm.

Finally my intense joy was over and my body was 
spent. But just as I was ready to protest at Jon's 
continued thrusts I realized that deep down inside 
me he was rekindling another orgasm for me. I 
couldn't believe it.

But it was true. Jon continued to thrust into me 
like a machine, never breaking his stride, until my 
third orgasm was rushing through my exhausted body. 
Then he hugged my tight and released his need into 
me grunting with each deep thrust, showing his 
pleasure as he emptied himself.

I lay there totally whacked out as a naked Steve 
came up to me and helped me to my feet. Steve 
hadn't just been a passive watcher, he'd fucked the 
new girl while I was getting my final orgasm of the 
night.

*

Anyway, that was when things started to get out of 
hand. That's when I started to regularly go with 
other men. Steve encouraged me, almost insisted 
that I please his friends and acquaintances. I 
couldn't seem to stop either, so I have to take 
much of the blame for what ultimate happened.

As it turns out our little "club" started to turn 
into a "sex" club. That was pretty much what was 
happening there every night now. Someone was always 
edging up the "bar in lewdness" and daring. It was 
common place to sit back and watch a girl get 
gangbanged, or a guy for that matter.

But the night Steve dared me to try out "restraint 
sex" was the night I should have drawn the line. 
But I didn't.

What Steve had decided was that (if I accepted the 
dare) I would be tied to a table and gagged and 
blindfolded and offered to any man or woman who 
wished to partake.

It sounded so strange and totally perverted that it 
appealed to me. You have to understand, by this 
time almost any sex act had become pretty mundane 
to me. I'd had sex with multiple men and even women 
out in the center of the room for all to see, many 
times now.

After living this kind of life style for almost 6 
months, something like offering my body to anyone 
who wanted it and not being able to refuse was 
exciting at some animal level.

Not thinking it through, I agreed to do it on 
Saturday night. The word got out and Friday when 
Steve and I came to the club I was getting all 
these speculative glances from everybody. I 
realized that I'd topped everyone, no one had the 
guts to perform like I was going to. It made me wet 
when I thought about not being able to choose my 
sex partners or stop them from doing whatever they 
wanted to me.

Then Saturday night came and Steve and I walked 
into the club to low slow music and a huge crowd of 
people. I knew many of them but there were quite a 
few that I'd never seen before.

Looking back I should have placed some kind of 
limits on this, but hindsight is always 20/20. I 
didn't, and I wish I had.

There was a bench style table in the middle of the 
room and I kept glancing over at it while Steve and 
I had a couple of beers and chatted with a group of 
friends. About 8 o'clock Steve suggested that we 
start.

I of course had been ready for days. I hadn't had 
sex with Steve, or anyone else for that matter for 
a couple of days. I wanted to enjoy the 
anticipation and I had. Now the moment of truth was 
here and I was more excited than ever before.

I looked around the room as I undressed and 
wondered which of these many people would be a sex 
partner to me tonight. It was incredible that I was 
doing this, I almost couldn't believe it.

Then as I dropped my pants and climbed up on the 
table, totally naked and the restraints were 
fastened and as the gag and blindfold were put in 
place I realized something. I was afraid. What had 
I done? How could I have agreed to this?

Up until this moment I hadn't given any thought to 
disease, or for that matter how many partners I 
might be expected to accept. I twisted in my bonds 
trying to pull loose, I wanted to make sure that I 
told Steve that there had to be some kind of limit.

But I couldn't pull myself free and then I felt my 
first lover between my legs. He didn't enter me 
right away, and to my pleasant surprise I felt a 
tongue licking at my pussy. It was exciting not 
knowing if it was a man or a woman doing this to 
me, or who it might be. It could be anyone, someone 
I'd never even seen before.

Involuntarily my body jumped in rhythm with 
whomever's tongue it was working on me. I soon gave 
a muffled moan as I orgasmed on that tongue. That 
was unusual for me to get off being eaten, but I 
was so aroused that I think a finger could have 
done the job.

As I shivered and shook I finally found out the 
gender of my cunt liker as his prick thrust home 
and he began to fuck me fast and ferrous.

He didn't last very long and I could feel his hard 
belly slapping against mine as his body jerked in 
ecstasy as he unloaded himself in me.

I was panting into my gag. Whoever that had been, 
he'd been good, really good, and I was ready for 
more. Just the knowledge that so many people were 
watching all this kept me at a peak.

I've always been proud of my body and to show it 
off like this, and to get great sex to boot was 
just so hot. I shivered as I felt another body 
climb on top of me. To my surprise I felt a tongue 
at my pussy again.

Wow, someone was going to eat a creamy?! My creamy! 
And then I was writhing under the attention of my 
new lover as he or she began to send me skyward 
again. Then just before I was ready to cum my 
assailant pulled away and repositioned their body 
so that my head was between their thighs.

Soon I realized that this time I was with a woman. 
As I felt a hot and juicy cunt descend onto my chin 
and a mouth covering my pussy again I realized that 
we must he in a 69 with each other.

I tried my best under the circumstances to give as 
good as I was getting, but all I could really do 
was thrust my chin between her nether lips using 
the same rhythm she was on my pussy.

I must have done okay, because suddenly I felt 
moisture spreading down my chin and then my neck as 
the body above me shivered and her thighs squeezed 
my head between them.

Then after the longest time my lover climbed off me 
and another took her place. This time it was a man. 
I could tell because he just climbed on top of me 
and stuck it in and started humping.

I felt like a rag doll, you know, like one of those 
blowup dolls that porn shops sell, as he fucked 
away. He didn't last very long and came with 
heaving thrusts. At least he enjoyed himself.

My next lover was much more sensitive and caring, 
and experimental as it turned out. I found out soon 
enough that it was another guy, but wasn't sure 
when he started out by licking out my previous 
partner's cum from my cunt.

At first I was amazed, most men wouldn't do 
something like that, but before he made me cum, I 
was clean as a whistle, and then of course he 
emptied himself in to me for my next lover to take 
care of.

Only my next lover was another slam bang fucker who 
just climbed up on top of me and fucked me until he 
emptied himself.

Then my next partner did the same, he just fucked 
me until he came and then after a while he started 
pumping again until he came again. I thought he 
might hang around for a third go but apparently 
others wanted their turns.

I can't tell you how many people used my body that 
day. I lost count after 30, I lost consciousness 
after what seemed like hours. I woke up in the 
hospital and wasn't released for 5 days. The 
surgery had taken my ovaries, and I had to have 25 
stitches to repair my torn labia.

About a month after getting out of the hospital I 
finally stopped by the club to see why Steve had 
never called me. He was there with another girl, 
and the table was still in the middle of the room, 
and it looked like it was getting regular use.

Steve looked over at me and with hooded eyes he 
smiled and I watched at his hand dropped down to 
the girl's breast and a finger circled her nipple. 
She looked at me and I could see myself in her, and 
I didn't like what I saw.

I turned around and headed out of that place and 
haven't been back since. I have a new boyfriend who 
loves me even though we can't have kids. And I've 
even pulled my life back together.

One thing's for sure, I am pretty happy to lead a 
"boring" lifestyle again. I'll never have to wonder 
about what it would be like to live in the fast 
lane again, and I'll always restrain my sexual 
urges from now on.

END

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