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 Private Dancer (MF, FF, exh)
 By Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)

 ***

 This story takes place inside a "very private" club
 that caters to a special clientele. Socially and
 sexually sophisticated jet-setters visit this club
 whenever they are in town. There are places like the
 Pink Pussy elsewhere, but none quite so entertaining.

 Gretchen is a private dancer. She's had many experiences
 in her young life, but the one she describes here is
 one of her favorites.

 She was born in Eastern Germany, in a small hamlet
 called Hetzobaden, and grew up in an authoritarian
 society. When the Berlin Wall fell, she was one of
 the first people to leave, gravitating to Berlin and
 becoming an exotic dancer because of her outstanding
 looks.

 She soon had more money than she'd ever thought
 possible. She was a very talented dancer, in great
 demand.

 After a year or so of dancing in Berlin clubs Gretchen
 was given an opportunity to make big money, in one of
 the private sex clubs in Munich. Today she is a private
 dancer at the best one, and her act is fascinating to
 watch.

 I'll let her take the story on from there...

                            *

 I met Kristen and Kathy last year at the Pink Pussy.
 I'd worked there for almost six months by then, and
 remember seeing them walk into the bar area and sit
 down for a drink or conversation.

 It was unusual for unescorted women to visit the Pink
 Pussy unless they were gay. This couple, however,
 didn't look that way to me, and, believe me, I can
 usually tell.

 I was in the middle of my act when they came in, and
 I couldn't see them that well, but it struck me that
 they looked rather young to be there. The platinum
 blonde had a certain magnetism for me and I couldn't
 take my eyes off her, at least not until Kurt jammed
 his big weenie into my mouth.

 At that point I lost track of the girls. I'd been on
 stage for about 20 minutes, and we were about to start
 the really wild stuff. The act was popular with the
 customers, and there was a lot for me to do. I had to
 concentrate, because it isn't easy to take in something
 that big right up to the hilt.

 Kurt began fucking my mouth with his big dick, and I
 went into my act. I let him push me down on the floor
 of the stage and penetrate my mouth and throat as
 deeply as he would a woman's vagina. Believe me when
 I say that taking a man's erect penis up to the hilt
 in one's throat takes a certain talent. Most women
 can't do it, no matter how hard they try; the gag
 reflex is very hard to avoid.

 But it was part of our act, so Kurt was pumping away,
 in and out of my throat, and I was massaging his big
 balls. The act required us to pretend to be members of
 the audience who'd gone up on stage to have sex in
 front of everybody. Many in the audience would follow
 us as the evening wore on, and it was our job to get
 the ball rolling.

 I've always enjoyed exhibiting myself in public. I'm
 proud of my body, and work hard to keep it just right.
 (I've enclosed my picture with this story; it's the
 one Kristen and Kathy would have seen displayed inside
 the private lobby, behind the regular night-club. They
 show all our pictures, so that people won't be upset
 if they notice we're not really just part of the
 audience. You'll like my picture. It's my favorite.)

 As Kurt started to get excited - and I can always tell
 when that happens - he pumped away even harder into my
 mouth. At the last moment, as planned, he pulled out
 and sprayed me with a healthy load of spunk.

 As usual, I tried to catch it in my mouth while he
 jerked his wanger about, kneeling at my side. It was
 very messy, as always, and the audience loved it,
 getting to their feet and cheering us on.

 Kurt's a good boy; there aren't too many men who could
 come two or three times a night in front of a crowd.
 If I were a man, I think I'd get so bored with sex I'd
 have a hard time ejaculating.

 Well, maybe not, because I can orgasm many times on
 stage, and I've been doing this for quite a while.

 Kurt finished his masturbation show, and lowered his
 beautifully firm body onto mine to rub his sperm be-
 tween our bodies. I pretended to be overcome by passion
 when he put his big penis between my legs and placed
 his knob against my pussy lips; and I rolled my eyes
 and grunted when he fell heavily on top of me and
 thrust his shaft into my cunt.

 While he was pumping away I looked out at the audience
 and saw the two girls again. They'd moved to a table
 near the front (ringside tables are always given to
 attractive women) and the blonde was watching us
 intently.

 Her friend looked as if she'd seen it all before and
 wasn't really paying attention. Instead, she seemed
 to be sizing up the men in the room.

 Kurt finally went into his orgasm act, and I went with
 him. He started really pounding into me, while I wrap-
 ped my legs around his hips and started meeting his
 thrusts. I was really enjoying Kurt's cockthrusts; he
 could be like a machine after his first orgasm of the
 night.

 He started grunting, pretending to come inside me, and
 I realized he was going to call it quits before I got
 myself off, so I grabbed him and rolled on top. There
 was no way I was going to let him leave me feeling
 frustrated. I started riding him as though he were one
 of those mechanical bulls you see in fake western night
 clubs.

 I was really enjoying myself, and as I rode Kurt's cock
 I looked down at the blonde and saw that she was right
 there with me. She was holding her breath, and it was
 obvious that she was oblivious to everything else; it
 was as if I was performing for her alone.

 She looked so sexy, gazing up at me with innocent lust
 in her eyes, that I became excited, and an orgasm began,
 quite involuntarily, to rise up inside me. In moments I
 came on Kurt's big dick, and as my body shook in a
 mindless, orgasmic state I looked into her eyes, and we
 connected. She was right there with me, and it felt
 wonderful.

 Of course, Kurt, the consummate professional, came
 right along with me, and our show reached a sexual
 height most couples can only dream about.

 We collapsed in a sweating, sticky heap, breathing like
 a couple of blacksmith's bellows. At last I stood up,
 and so did Kurt, and we gave our signature smiles to
 everyone before prancing off the stage.

 "Thanks, Kurt. That was great. You always surprise me
 with your technique. Just when I think I'll have to
 pretend, you get me horny."

 Kurt smiled complacently, saying in his Bavarian
 accent: "Gretchen, you're much too horny to need to
 pretend; that's why I like to perform with you. You're
 always my first choice. Well, I'm off to the shower.
 We're on again in two hours." And with that, he walked
 naked down the hall, his magnificent wanger swaying in
 front of him.

                            *

 You might think, with all the sex we get, that we'd
 become blase about it, but you'd be wrong. Sure, as far
 as being naked around people is concerned, you get used
 to that, but fucking in public is always a turn-on.

 Suddenly remembering my little blonde, I hurried to my
 dressing room and took a quick shower. The time between
 shows was our own, when we might choose to lie back and
 relax, or go out into the crowd, and maybe do a little
 private dancing.

 Private dancing is where the big money is. A talented
 girl - or guy, for that matter - can make a lot in one
 night. I once got a ten-grand fee for about twenty
 minutes' work. That's unusual, though I keep my eyes
 peeled for rich Arabs now.

 My normal nightly take is around two to three thousand,
 not counting the money I get from the club. That's
 taxable; the rest isn't. At any rate, it says something
 about my state of mind when I tell you I wasn't think-
 ing about private dancing at that moment; only about
 that little blonde.

 After finishing my shower and douche, I looked for
 something appropriate to wear. I picked out a French T,
 which is a silk dress, cut like a normal T-shirt for
 girls.

 Looking at myself in the mirror, I could see through
 the material every curve and plane of my body, even
 the little goose bumps around my areolae. It occurred
 to me that most women would be scared stiff to wear
 something so revealing in public.

 After admiring my body a little while, I bounced out
 through the door and into the main room to look for
 my potential new playmates. I wasn't certain they'd
 still be there, but when I remembered the look in the
 younger girl's eyes I was hopeful.

 Yes, there they were, giggling together about some-
 thing. For a second I was uncertain what to do; what
 if my intrusion was unwelcome? However, I really wanted
 to meet them, especially the blonde who had so
 intrigued me, so I plucked up courage and strolled over
 to their table, ignoring the usual offers from
 customers I passed.

 "Hello. My name is Gretchen. May I sit with you for a
 moment?" Both girls looked up at me. The older one
 smiled, but the younger, blonde girl seemed startled.
 I thought I saw her shiver, but it might have been my
 imagination.

 "Why, of course. We loved your show, and we were just
 talking about you," the older girl said. She sounded
 American.

 Americans seem to stand out in Europe. I guess Europeans
 do the same over in America. She continued: "I'm Kathy,
 and this is Kristen. I can't tell you how sexy you
 looked up there."

 "Thank you. Coming from such a good looking member of
 our gender, I consider that a real compliment. Have you
 been here before?"

 "No. We're in Germany for the international figure
 skating competition in Nuremberg. We had a few days on
 our own and, well, I'd heard of this place, and just
 had to visit while we had the chance."

 Kathy was gushing, and mixing up some of her words in
 her excitement. I turned to the blonde. "And you, what
 do you think of the nightclub?" I examined her closely,
 and was as intrigued as the first time I saw her. She
 looked quite innocent, but I sensed a kindred spirit
 lurking behind those big blue eyes. I continued to
 stare at her as the silence stretched out, then she
 started as if shocked by electricity, and her beautiful
 young face flushed an inviting pink. "I... I... I'm
 sorry," she stammered. "I didn't mean to stare at you.
 It's just that I... don't really know what you said
 just then. I was so busy looking at you that I wasn't
 hearing anything. Please forgive me..."

 "My beautiful young friend, I could forgive you any-
 thing. Please don't be sorry. I, too, enjoyed looking
 at you." I smiled at her, hoping that things would go
 as I planned. I hadn't realized before that they were
 American, or I'd have taken it into consideration. We
 all know what prudes Americans are. I still felt,
 however, that I could make a new friend if I tried hard
 enough.

 By now another couple were on stage. They were amateurs,
 but I had to admit they looked pretty good undressed.
 "Kristen, you didn't answer me earlier. Have you enjoy-
 ed yourself this evening?"

 "Oh yes. I didn't think I would, but Kathy talked me
 into coming, and I can't begin to tell you how sexy I
 think this place is." She said this with such enthus-
 iasm that I was charmed.

 "What did you think of Kurt and me on stage?"

 "I've never been so turned-on in my life. I never
 thought that sex could be so, well, sexy. You almost
 made me want to join in." Kristen giggled nervously as
 she said the last sentence.

 That was my cue - what a lovely girl to give me such
 an opening. "Kristen, Kathy, how would you like to
 perform for the audience?" I truly thought they would
 make excellent performers. I could tell they'd look
 good naked on stage - their bodies were really shapely,
 perhaps because of their ice skating - but would they
 do it?

 Kristen sounded shocked. "Oh no! I could never do that.
 Honestly, I'd die of embarrassment. But you do it,
 Kathy. You'd be wonderful."

 "Kristen's a virgin; that's why she's so shy. But I
 have to agree with her. I just wanted to see some hot
 sex; not perform or anything like that." Kathy sounded
 a little nervous, but I noticed a glint in her eyes.

 "A pretty  girl like you still a virgin?" I said.
 "That's hard to believe. How old are you, Kristen?"

 "I was 18 last February, and it may sound weird, but
 between school and trying to be a professional skater
 I haven't had a lot of time for dating, and boys and
 things. And I don't like being made fun of about it."

 "I don't mean to do that, Kristen, honest. I just felt
 a kind of connection between us, and thought you might
 like to perform. It could be just you and me... and
 Kathy too, if she wants... You know, you won't be here
 that long, and this could be your only chance. Many
 women do it here, just once. It's a once-in-a-lifetime
 opportunity to let oneself go. You might find that it's
 as enjoyable as it looks. And I don't just ask anyone,
 you know."

 "I don't want to get pregnant or even take the risk of
 having it happen. I admit the idea does excite me, but
 what with diseases, and the pregnancy thing, it's just
 out of the question." Kristen said this with such a
 cute firmness in her voice, it made me smile.

 "Sweety, I wouldn't let anything happen to you. For
 your information, the professionals who perform here
 make as much as $600,000 a year, and don't want to get
 pregnant, or contract any kind of disease. Kurt has
 had a vasectomy, and couldn't make you pregnant if he
 tried. But I was thinking about just us girls. Come on,
 Kristen. Give it some thought. I can just see us up
 there; and I know the crowd would go wild to see you."

 I noticed that Kathy seemed to be thinking over what
 I'd just said, and I remembered my first time. I hadn't
 been a virgin or anything, but it was a great thrill.
 To get up in front of 50 people and have sex with some-
 one makes the heart pound like nothing else. That first
 time, I just let it happen, letting the man do whatever
 he wanted to me, and just reacting to his touch.

 I think I had more orgasms that night than ever before,
 or since. It was as if every nerve ending in my body
 was on fire. I tried again.

 "Kristen, you'll never have better sex than with me; I
 guarantee it. You won't have to do anything, just leave
 it to me. And Kathy, I know you'd love it too. Come on,
 what do you say? Our show starts within the hour, and
 I'd love to have both of you in it."

 Kathy had a glazed look in her eyes, but answered after
 a little hesitation: "Sure. Why not? I guess I really
 wanted to do it all the time. Come on, Kristen, lets
 both do it. It'll be fun, and you don't have to do
 anything you don't want to up there. Besides, I've seen
 you in the shower often enough, and I can tell you
 you've nothing to be embarrassed about. This is a one-
 off chance, and if we don't take it we'll always wonder
 what it would have been like."

 "Kathy! I can't believe you said that!" Kristen sounded
 shocked; it was obvious that she usually agreed with
 her friend.

 I really wanted to have sex with this girl, so I pushed
 just a little harder. "Kristen, it would be a fling for
 you. In a few days you're going home to America, where
 there's nothing like this. You'll be perfectly safe
 with professionals, and believe me when I say it will
 be a memory that will stay with you the rest of your
 life."

 "Well... I don't know... I've never considered doing
 anything like this."

 I could tell her resolve was breaking down, and looked
 at Kathy for support. Kathy got the idea and piped up:
 "Come on, Krissy. Let's do it - I dare you. I'll do it
 if you will. Come on."

 "Well... I guess it would be different... but I wouldn't
 have the faintest idea what to do?"

 A thrill ran through my body and I jumped up, saying:
 "Follow me, ladies. I'll take you back stage and we'll
 go over the program."

 With that, I took them by the hand and led them out of
 the front room. I noticed on the way that some of the
 more experienced customers were eyeing the girls, and
 putting their heads together, no doubt having guessed
 that they'd been talked into performing.

 We went directly to my dressing room, and I buzzed
 Kurt. I asked him to stop by and see me, saying I had
 a couple of beautiful women I wanted him to meet.

 Kurt, being Kurt, was there in a flash. "Ahh, yes," he
 breathed. "They are quite exquisite, Gretchen. I would
 like to perform with them very much. Hello, ladies. Did
 Gretchen tell you about me?"

 Kathy said, in a small voice: "We saw your last per-
 formance."

 "That is very good. Did you like our act?"

 Here Kristen jumped in. "Oh, you were marvelous. I
 never realized sex was like that."

 Kurt looked a little taken aback by this, and shot a
 questioning glance at me.

 "Yes, Kurt, Kristen is a virgin, but she wants to
 perform."

 "We have never done it with a virgin before, Gretchen.
 Is this wise?", Kurt asked, sounding a little troubled.

 "I'll take care of Kristen," I said. "You perform with
 Kathy. I'm fairly sure she can handle you." I chuckled.
 "And if Kristen wants to do more, we'll let her, OK?"

 "Sounds fine to me, but you ought to get them ready;
 we're on in 25 minutes. I'll see you ladies a little
 later. I'm really looking forward to it." Kurt gave
 Kathy a long smoldering look before padding out of the
 room, her eyes following him with the look of a child
 in a candy store.

 With Kurt out of the way, I turned to the girls. "OK.
 Now you have to strip for me."

  They stood there, wide-eyed, neither making a move. I
 walked up to Kristen, and began unbuttoning her blouse,
 while she just stood there quietly, letting me undress
 her. I pushed her open blouse back off her shoulders,
 then unclipped her skirt and let it drop.

 I was enjoying myself, guessing how Kristen must be
 feeling to have another woman undress her. I remembered
 the first time it happened to me, and hoped Kristen was
 enjoying it as much as I had. I smiled at her as I came
 in close, reaching around behind her to unclip her bra,
 and stepping back with it in my hands.

 Yes, I liked her body as much as I'd thought I would.
 She stood, now, just panty-clad, her arms at her side.
 It was a good sign when they didn't try to cover their
 breasts. She had a small, but well-muscled and highly-
 toned body. I like that in women. So often they're just
 soft, and that does nothing for me.

 But Kristen's was an athlete's body. She stood there,
 with excitement in her eyes, and looking into mine. I
 found myself wanting to feel her, but held myself back.

 "Kristen, you're beautiful. I really mean it. You're
 going to make a lot of people dream about you tonight."

 I now turned to Kathy and helped her take off her
 sweater. After I'd pulled it off over her head she
 unfastened her own skirt, then removed her bra and
 panties. Yes, I thought, she's got some nerve. I don't
 know if I could have undressed myself like that the
 first time.

 The girls were now standing buck naked in front of me.
 Kathy was a few inches taller than Kristen, and larger-
 boned, and her breasts were a size or two larger than
 Kristen's. Both girls, however, were quite perfectly
 proportioned.

 "Come along, girls. We have to take a shower, then oil
 our bodies, and we're running out of time." I threw my
 French T onto the back of a chair and led them into the
 shower stall. Oh yes, this was really going to be fun.

 I started the water flow and stepped in, beckoning them
 to follow.  Once all three of us were wet, I started to
 soap Kristen's body. I had my reasons for picking on
 her first. To my surprise, Kathy joined right in, and
 while I soaped Kristen's front, Kathy was doing her
 back.

 I roamed my hands all over Kristen's firm body; it was
 heaven. I thoroughly soaped her up, massaging her
 breasts until her nipples were standing at attention.
 She just stood there with eyes closed, letting me do
 whatever I wanted, luxuriating in the sensation she was
 getting from being massaged all over. Remembering my
 mission, I ran my hands down her flat stomach, and
 knelt down in front of her to wash her thighs. As I did
 that I trailed my hand over her love triangle. For a
 while I kept up a pretence of washing her light blonde
 pubic hair, but then, without any warning, I pushed two
 fingers deep between her pussy lips.

 As I expected, Kristen jumped in surprise, but I had my
 answer. Our little Krissy might be a virgin, but her
 hymen was gone, so she'd had something in there. That
 was good. I was glad to know that.

 I apologized for my 'mistake', and Kristen and I now
 turned our attention to Kathy. Once we'd washed and
 oiled one another (and I enjoyed that too) it was time
 to go.

 "Well, girls, this is how it works. Kristen, you'll
 be with me; and Kathy, you get Kurt. Don't worry; he'll
 treat you gently. Kristen, you do whatever, and when-
 ever you like; no pressure. And if there's something
 you don't like, just let me know."

 With that, I took both girls by the hand and we walked
 out on stage. There was immediate applause. Of course,
 I always get applause, but this seemed to contain a
 note of expectation.

 I guessed that the 'fact' that Kristen was a virgin had
 reached the audience. That's one thing management is
 good at, getting the word out to the clientele. Both
 girl were nervous. They knew roughly what to expect but
 not really how to behave.

 I was impressed to see that they didn't look awkward,
 only a trifle subdued. "Step to center stage, Kristen.
 Kathy, walk over there; that's where Kurt will come
 in."

 The girls did just as they were told, and I thrilled
 at the sight, knowing this was their first time.
 Kristen was mine, and I had everything ready.

 Kurt came on stage to a fanfare, sporting his signature
 hard-on, which, I thought, looked a little harder than
 usual for a second performance. I wasn't at all of-
 fended. After all, I felt the same way about Kristen.

 He strode up to Kathy and took her in his arms. Mean-
 while I walked up behind Kristen and wrapped my arms
 around her, leaning my chin on her shoulder to watch
 Kurt and Kathy perform. I didn't want to go too fast.

 We saw Kurt spin Kathy round within his arms so that
 they faced each other. He looked huge next to her, like
 a genie with a fairy princess. He knelt in front of her
 and reached up to her shoulders with his massive hands,
 then ran his big paws down over her breasts, her nipples,
 down her firm stomach to her legs.

 He did this several times with Kathy standing erect and
 proud in front of him, obviously enjoying the sexual
 massage. Suddenly, as if overcome by lust, Kurt took
 hold of Kathy by her shapely hips, and lowered her to
 the floor as if in a ballet.

 Unlike a ballet, however, he immediately sank his face
 deep into the V of her golden thighs. Kathy was
 responding beautifully, and I was becoming extremely
 wet from watching them.

 Almost without thinking, as I rested my chin on
 Kristen's shoulder, I started toying with her nipples.
 We swayed from side to side as we watched Kurt giving
 head, and I was surprised, and pleased, when Kristen's
 hand crept up and started caressing my cheek.

 Kurt was putting on a great show, and the audience were
 getting excited, some of the regulars on their feet to
 get a better view. Kathy's hips were writhing under
 Kurt's mouth, and she was obviously not acting.

 After a while Kurt crept, still on his knees, up to
 Kathy's lovely face. He plunged an arm under her upper
 body and pulled her up from the floor. Still kneeling,
 and with only one hand for support, he began pas-
 sionately frenching her. Soon Kathy was struggling for
 air but Kurt, in dominant mood, kept up the suction.

 Meanwhile, my little vixen had found my mouth with her
 hand and inserted a finger, a move that had taken me
 six months to devise for myself. I began to think
 Kristen might have natural talent for sex.

 Becoming aware that she was pushing back against me in
 a slow rhythm, I stopped paying attention to Kathy and
 Kurt and gave my full attention to my own partner. I
 turned Kristen around in my arms and kissed her on the
 lips, lightly at first, then a little harder, then we
 started frenching.

 We stood in the middle of the stage, our bodies pressed
 together, and over fifty strangers watched as my little
 Kristen began kissing me in earnest. I was amazed at
 how quickly she'd become aroused. A new girl normally
 just lets things happen, but Kristen was obviously
 enjoying her little exhibitionist fling, and was pre-
 pared to take the lead if she felt like it.

 The crowd started cheering us on by name. I think, by
 now, they all knew about Kristen's virginity, and that
 this was a rare one-off experience. I pulled back from
 Kristen and knelt down in front of her. I had intended
 demonstrating some of my famous tongue action, but she
 did the unexpected again and knelt down with me,
 clamping onto my mouth again and giving me a little
 tongue herself.

 Eventually I pulled away, whispering: "Kristen, I want
 you to get on all fours, because I'm going to fuck you
 from behind. The audience will love it, and I guarantee
 you will too. Trust me, sweety."

 Kristen frowned, but did as she was told, going down
 on all fours and waiting for me. As I crawled around
 behind her I was able to examine her body. In the light
 of the club her skin seemed to glow with its own inner
 light. I was moved by her beauty as I raised myself up
 to lean on her strong, smooth athletic back.

 I reached between her legs and began stroking her cunt
 slit, rubbing my knuckles against her clitoris at the
 end of each stroke. I wasn't surprised to find that she
 was wet; so was I...

 I was finding jerking her off even more enjoyable than
 doing myself. Her body shivered each time my hand
 touched her love-button, and I enjoyed that too.

 To know that this girl had never had anyone's hands on
 her before, that her sexual pleasures had previously
 only been self-induced, and that I was her first, really
 got me going.

 I signaled to the stagehand and he threw me my prop. I
 whispered to Kristen: "Sweety, I'm going to fuck you
 very soon. Trust me. I won't hurt you. Just stay loose
 and let it happen, OK?"

 She just moaned in reply, rhythmically thrusting her
 behind back onto my fingers. I pushed my leg between
 hers and let her hump my thigh. Meanwhile, I took my
 famous strap-on "manhood" and slipped one end into
 myself, then strapped on the support harness.

 Oh, it felt so good to be full. I always feel powerful
 when I wear a strap-on; I sometimes think I can use a
 fake dick better that most men use their real ones. But
 then I have an advantage; I know what it feels like to
 have a man fuck me. No matter how hard they try to
 imagine it, heterosexual men can never really know that
 feeling.

 I felt a little thrill when I realized that Kristen
 didn't know it either... yet. 

 I pulled my leg back from between Kristen's while she
 groaned with frustration. Then, leaning back a little,
 I rubbed my "manhood" against her glistening pussy
 lips. I said softly: "Kristen dear, I want you to reach
 back and put me inside you."

 She looked back through her legs, and I felt her body
 jerk in surprise when she saw my life-like 10-incher.
 I said: "Trust me,  Kristen. You're going to enjoy this,
 I promise."

 She slowly reached back between her legs and fingered
 my 'cock'. After a while I had to say it again, a
 little more urgently this time. "Kristen, please put
 my cock against your opening. Do it now; everyone's
 calling for you to do it. Can't you hear them, Kristen?
 They're waiting for me to take your virginity. Do you
 want me to, sweety?  Do you?" My heart was pounding as
 she now took my fake cock and pulled it towards her
 cunt, making 'my half' of the dildo move inside me as
 she did so.

 She placed it at her opening, and I gently urged my
 hips forward to penetrate her pussy lips. Kristen cried
 out as her virgin pussy was stretched, but I didn't
 stop.

 Slowly I inserted an inch. She was quaking under me,
 but whether from pain or pleasure I neither knew nor
 cared. I was simply concentrating on doing my little
 American princess, so I rhythmically went an inch
 deeper, then another.

 The crowd was going wild by this time. I could hear
 Kristen's breath coming fast and shallow, like a woman
 in childbirth using the Lamaze method.

 Successive thrusts went deeper into her stretched
 opening until, finally, I bottomed out. All ten inches
 were inside my little princess, and she wasn't screaming
 into the night.

 The audience was egging me on with a low, rhythmic
 chant of: "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck  her!...", and
 that's what I did, and Kristen seemed not to mind one
 bit.

 Thrust in, pull out, thrust in, pull out... The rhythm
 started slow, and built up. I know what a crowd likes -
 and that is a big dick going in and out of a pretty,
 wet cunt. It sounds crude, but that's human nature, and
 I make a lot of money because I understand it.

 So that's what I did to Kristen. I gave her a lot of
 dick; fake dick, to be sure, but good dick. She was
 really getting into it - I could hear her groan at the
 peak of each thrust - and I knew that she was going to
 reach the summit tonight.

 The crowd were making a terrific din, but Kristen was
 in her own little world. I was holding her around the
 stomach, keeping up the pace, when I felt her tummy
 muscles start to ripple, and her body began to jerk
 under me. Then she began screaming: "OH yes! YES! OH
 GOD YES!", and thrusting back at me as hard as I was
 thrusting into her.

 Each of her movements pushed my half of the two-way
 dildo against my clitoris, and within a minute I
 experienced the most exquisite orgasm I think I've
 ever had.

 Knowing that Kristen was coming as a result of my
 efforts greatly helped to push me over. We shook and
 spasmed as one, our juices and perspiration mixing
 as we were simultaneously overcome.

 All of a sudden Kristen seemed to lose her strength
 and began to sag under me. I couldn't hold her up, so
 she fell to the floor of the stage, sprawling out
 under me, pulling my vinyl 'manhood' out of her body
 while the audience roared with approval.

 I looked down at her sweet, limp body and smiled. An
 expression of utter bliss was on her face, her eyes
 were closed and she was breathing hard. She's a
 natural, I thought. She wasn't acting, but didn't need
 to; she was a natural.

 I heard another part of the audience shouting Kurt's
 name and, still on my knees above Kristen, I looked
 around to see how he was getting on.

 He was pounding away like a machine at Kathy's pussy.
 From my angle I could see his huge cock pulling out
 of her, then disappearing back into her like a snake
 into its hole. Kathy was oblivious to everything but
 the fine screwing she was getting from Kurt.

 I knew how that could be, having been there a few times
 myself. I looked down at Kristen. She was curled into
 a ball, her knees up to her chest, lying on her side
 and facing the audience with her eyes still closed.

 Then I looked back at Kurt. His bottom was rising and
 falling. I knew that even if he came inside Kathy he'd
 keep up the rhythm till she had an orgasm; he could do
 that. I felt I ought to join in, so I stood up, my fake
 member in one hand, and skipped over to the rutting
 couple.

 I knelt behind Kurt and looked questioningly at the
 audience. They cheered me on: "Do him! Go on, do him!"
 I usually ask Kurt in advance if I'm going to do my
 reverse routine, but things were different tonight.

 The only warning I could give him was to bend over him
 and rub my nipples against his back. He didn't seem to
 notice me, however, or perhaps he didn't care - I don't
 know which.

 So I grabbed hold of my still-wet and slick 'cock' and
 pushed the head against Kurt's rear door. I let him
 take me in at his own speed. Each time he pulled out
 of Kathy he impaled himself on my 'dick'. I'd sort of
 follow him down a little when he thrust into her again,
 so that with every backward move of his hips my "dick"
 buried itself a little deeper in his ass.

 Eventually it was buried up to the hilt. I always like
 doing men. It's a trip to turn the tables and, besides,
 the crowd always loves it.

 Every time Kurt pumped into Kathy, he'd pull himself
 off my 'cock'; and whenever he pulled his own dick out
 of her, he'd get mine deep in his rear.

 Therefore, while Kathy was getting the screwing of her
 life, Kurt was getting banged up at the same time. We
 put on quite a show. It isn't easy to maintain a rhythm
 like that, but Kurt and I knew what we were doing.

 At last Kathy started to convulse in her final orgasm.
 Both Kurt and I could tell that he'd used her up; that
 she couldn't take much more. She was making unintel-
 ligible noises as her beautiful body flopped around
 uncontrollably underneath Kurt.

 Then, to my surprise, Kurt himself started to come. I
 could tell, because I was stroking his shaft evey
 time he pulled out before thrusting in again, and all
 of a sudden I felt hot fluids gushing out over my
 hand.

 I smiled triumphantly at the audience, holding out my
 dripping hand up for everyone to see. Kurt now fell
 sprawling on top of Kathy, pulling free from me, then
 rolled off her prostrate body.

 I was so breathless I just stayed on my knees, jacking
 my vinyl 'cock' in my hand, actually pushing it in and
 out of my vagina, though the crowd just saw a woman
 masturbating her dildo. I liked doing that; it was kind
 of my trade-mark.

 After a minute I jumped up and pulled off my strap-on,
 holding it above my head like a trophy, and Kurt got
 up and stood next to me. The music swelled. There we
 stood, in the middle of the stage, two blonde Germans,
 with our two American conquests, used-up and prostrate,
 on either side of us. It was a very erotic, and a sym-
 bolic scene, believe me.

                            *

 That night was such fun for me that ever since then
 I've always kept an eye open for another virgin to take
 on stage. I must admit, though, that I never found one
 like Kristen again.

 She and Kathy went back to Nuremberg for their skating
 competition, and did well. A week later they went home
 to America. I still get Christmas cards from them.
 Kristen has told me many times that if I ever come to
 America I must stay with her.

 I've no idea where Oregon is, but if I ever do go to
 America I will surely find out...

                            *

 Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for his
 encouragement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a
 good job editing my little story.

          (c) July 1997 -- Last ed. 05/15/00
              Kristen Kathleen Becker
    Author contact address: Kristen078@Hotmail.com

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