By Mike Linton

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"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. Travelling alone to Cairns, Australia was exciting in one way. I mean there is the barrier reef, islands and topless beaches with lots of tits. But ... in other ways, such as being in a place where there were strict nine O'clock blue laws, well it was not so exciting. Also, lying in bed and lubing my prick with baby oil was giving me very little satisfaction. I felt restless. I had to move ... try to get something ... someone.

That is why I ended up cruising the bars. One place was sort of fun. I danced with some women but nothing seemed to spark and the loud music 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 the place looked intriguing. There was an "ADULTS ONLY" sign on the painted black glass so I decided to give it a shot. The inside was much cleaner and brighter than the outside suggested. The walls were covered with racks containing soft porn magazines. Directly in front of me was a glass case filled with various dildos and fake vaginas (one that even pulsated!). To the right was a curtained entranceway which had a hand-written sign over top: FIVE DOLLARS - ALL DAY. What really caught my eye was who was the lady 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-twenties, slender, with short blonde hair. Contained in her loose string tie top were two perky, 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 blouse. Her nipples stood out as they rubbed against the fabric like the tips of two pinkie fingers.

"What does five dollars all day get me", I asked, interrupting her sewing as I 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."

"OK, I'll take a ticket", I said handing her a fiver as she touched my hand for a moment removing the bill.

"We usually don't get young ones in here", she said as she smiled at me.

Out of fear I broke our eye 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 and I'm making the costumes. It's one week from today. You really ought to come if you are in town." She answered.

"Ah! That's no good," I answer, "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 and there were chairs and sofas 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 cunt and foam started to overflow from inside her. For the next few hours that was the only memorable scene, other than the blond at the entrance.

At about two in the morning the counter girl 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 got up to leave. Now ... I was more frustrated than before. My cock was rock hard, bulging from my pants and there was no relief in sight. As I was getting up to leave the blond smiled at us and motioned towards our crotches.

"Don't leave yet", she said. "You can't 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?"

I looked to the other two guys and they looked bewildered so this obviously was not standard operating procedure. We moved to the front, taking a seat and she pulled up a chair in front of us.

"All right, pull out your cocks. I want to see how hard our show made them. At this point I needed little encouragement, because 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 compare with my stiff smooth pole. She leaned over the chair and looked closely at our pricks with hunger in her eyes.

"My name is Sheila. I will be the Den Mom. I want you to slowly start stroking your cocks."

Well ... what was I to do but comply with her wish. We all started to stroke our cocks 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 as she smiled again, reached out and grabbed the other two cocks from their hands. She then leaned over and lowered her mouth toward my stiff prick. No contact was made as she held her mouth wide open and continued to lower her head. 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 up and nibbled around the purple-fringed head. My cock was smooth no more. It was engorged with blood and the veins strained under the skin. All the while she was stroking the two blokes beside me.

She ran her tongue down the underside of my cock and I watched her pretty face disappear behind my balls as she probed my asshole with her tongue. She worked her way back up, engulfed my stiff prick again, pulled slowly off and sat back. She released the other two cocks and smiled. Normally there would be a protest but she held our attention as if by a spell.

She stood and peeled off her skirt and panties and I saw that she was a true blonde. She turned around and bent over looking at us from between her legs. Her pussy was plump, swollen and her cunt lips glistened in the dim light. Her pussy was pink tinged with a smattering of yellow blonde hair. She wet a finger in her mouth and spread the lips of her cunt. She plunged her finger in to the knuckle and ached her back as she moaned with obvious pleasure.

After stroking and moaning she peered back through her legs and said, "I want you to stroke your cocks ... again. 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 didn't last long at all. He literally started to scream when he started. Sheila quickly turned around and kneeled in front of him. "Cum on my tits, you old bastard", sh3e cried, as she cupped her breasts and held them up for his hot juice.

The old man shuddered and a slow stream of cum poured from the tip of his cock. The juice didn't squirt, it dribbled ... but it seemed his cum would never end. It looked like he released a pint of milky lumpy cum on her tits. The man on my left started to moan and she quickly moved in front of him.

"Whack that wanker! I want your cum ..... come on .... come on ... whack it!"

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 bursting cock. I immediately started to cum and the milky fluid seemed to shoot everywhere. Into her face, her eyes, her mouth and when she jerked back a long stream shot out and hit the T.V. screen.

She stood up and rubbed the cum onto her breasts, her neck. She mixed all three of our orgasms as she licked her fingers.

"Cum see me again, blokes", she smiled.

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