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Audience Participation - Act Two
by Chris Stone (chrisstone530@hotmail.com)

***

This story takes place three weeks after "Audience 
Participation - Act One." The same four main characters 
meet again with 16 other masturbators and voyeurs to 
get off to a stage act and to each other. Only the 
actors on the stage can touch one another. Tonight 
there is a surprise guest, someone who causes confusion 
and ultra arousal. (MF, exh, voy, mast)

***

"So here we all are again," Rob said with a feint 
smile, looking to his left at the buxom redhead, then 
to Dina at his immediately right, then leaning out a 
little to nod to the man to her right. This was their 
second time to the "jack club," as Rob had named it, 
their second time in a month. After the end of their 
first visit, the four of them had agreed to meet again 
in three weeks and try to get the same seats as before. 

"I thought tonight would never get here," the redhead 
said with an edge of anticipation in her voice. She 
looked at each of the others, then let her eyes linger 
on Rob's. "I'm so ready for this. By the way, my name 
is Sammie" 

Dina felt a twinge of jealously, but didn't say 
anything. She felt secure in her relationship with Rob 
and they had even talked after it after the last visit, 
after the redhead and so enjoyed seeing Rob cum. After 
all, the idea here was to watch each other; that's what 
the club was all about. It was just natural if people 
had their favorites, and as long as no one acted on it, 
it was okay. "I'm Dina," she said. Then pointedly, 
"This is my man, Rob." 

"I'm David," the man to Dina's left said, talking to 
Dina chest. "Glad we all made it back. I hear there is 
a surprise tonight. Don't know what, though." 

"Maybe the 'Oh fuckfuckfuck' boy over there is going to 
shoot six feet instead of a mere four feet like last 
time, Sammie said, then giggled." They had all marveled 
last time at how far he could cum, twice within 10 
minutes.

"Yeah, that would really suck," Dina said with mock 
disgust, then smiled.

"Hey," Rob said, punching her leg playfully. 

The setting was the same as last time: a bed on a round 
stage surrounded by enough chairs and sofas to seat 
about 20 people, 20 hardcore voyeurs and 
exhibitionists, an even mix of men and women. Rob 
recognized everyone from last time, except for one 
woman sitting diagonally to him, about six seats to his 
right around the circle. "She's new," Rob said out of 
the corner of his mouth. "The long-legged brunette over 
there." 

"The one with the tits, you mean," Dina said eyeing 
her. "She's gorgeous." 

"Very supermodelish," David muttered, his eyes glued to 
her chest now. 

The supermodel was definitely attractive, but there was 
something that made her standout from all the other 
women sitting about. The others were nice looking, too, 
all of them dressed provocatively in short skirts, 
short-shorts, tight, belly baring T-shirts, and blouses 
held together by one or two lone buttons. Clothing 
picked to tease and to allow quick access when things 
heated up. 

But there was an aura of radiating sexuality about the 
supermodel that the others didn't have. Judging by the 
stares, everyone else perceived it, too. Part of it was 
her seductive face: large, pillow-like lips, intense 
green eyes and a long, sensuous neck. 

Rob didn't know anything about women's clothes, but 
judging how the thin ruby-red dress stretched 
dangerously over her curvaceous body – her thigh 
muscles, nipples, even her areolas showed through - he 
wondered if it was one of those stretch-type dresses 
that start out no bigger than a handkerchief. He felt a 
stir in his groin in anticipation of getting to see her 
play with that full, ripe body.

The room went suddenly dark for a moment, and then a 
cool, aqua blue light drenched the stage, spilling out 
onto the anxious faces. Beyond the voyeurs the room was 
dark. Just as before there came the sound of wind from 
an amplified system secreted behind the audience: the 
wind rushed, it slowed, it moaned, it rushed again. A 
moment later, under the gusting wind, came the 
amplified sound of breathing, a man and a woman 
breathing raggedly, and groaning every so softly. 

"God that's hot," Sammie wheezed. "Very sexy, like 
listening to two people in the dark, fucking." She 
squirmed in her tight purple dress. 

From out of the dark, a man and a woman emerged, 
stepped between the chairs and then up onto the stage. 
They were a different couple than last time, though 
they too were in their 20s, and as Sammie noted, "Damn 
de-lish–ous." The man, dressed in a black tank top and 
loose black running shorts, stood over six feet tall, 
with ripped arm muscles and longish dark hair. The 
woman was dressed exactly the same with, as Sammie 
groaned to herself, "Tits to die for and a perfect ass 
for a pillow." 

When the woman pushed on the man's shoulders, he sat 
down onto the edge of the bed, pulling her running 
shorts down as he descended. She kicked them away from 
her ankles. 

"Told you she had a great ass," Sammie said to no one 
in particular. 

Rob noted the woman's muscular, round butt and her 
sparkly silver thong. Then he turned his gaze back to 
the supermodel. She had pulled her red dress up, 
revealing all of one thigh and part of a perfect butt 
cheek. One of her hands rested on her flat stomach over 
the dress while the other stroked her bare, tan thigh 
sensuously. Her plump breasts moved with each rapid 
breath, a clear indication she already liked the show. 
Rob's lips trembled a little in anticipation of seeing 
more of her. 

Up on the stage the man ran his hands over the woman's 
hips, around behind to cup her ass, and then down the 
length of her legs. She spread her feet a little as she 
played with his thick, brown hair, a feint smile on her 
parted lips. Her black tank top stopped short of her 
belly button and he leaned forward to take a long lick 
across her tummy and then back again. Almost 
imperceptibly her thighs trembled.

Dina scanned the room and saw that as before everyone 
was transfixed, lost in their building arousal as they 
watched the couple on the stage and the others sitting 
around it. Most were just caressing themselves through 
their clothing – men rubbing their crotches, women 
kneading their breasts, some with their hands under 
their tops. The supermodel was tweaking a hard nipple 
that strained against her tight red dress, as her other 
hand stroked the inside of her thigh. The dress was 
just below her panties now.

Dina's only lesbian experience happened in college when 
she made out with a girlfriend, just lips and tongues, 
nothing else. She had the occasional thought about what 
it would be like, especially when she and Rob watched 
the girl/girl scenes on their porn tapes, but that was 
as far as her thoughts went. Still, there was something 
about the supermodel that intrigued her. Was the 
supermodel turning her on? 

Up on the stage the woman had removed her tank top and 
was bent forward so that one breast hung easily down 
into the man's mouth. She rested her hands on his 
shoulders as he sucked hungrily and rubbed a hand over 
the thong between her legs. Her thighs were virtually 
quaking, looking as if she were close to having an 
orgasm already. 

"How you doing?" Sammie whispered near Rob's ear. He 
turned to her and saw that she had freed both of her 
breasts and were squeezing them and rubbing her thumbs 
over the nipples. 

"Doing fine," he said. "Looks like you are, too." 

"Yeah. But I'd be doing better if you took your cock 
out and rubbed it."

"Okay." 

Dina leaned around Rob and spoke to Sammie. "Check out 
the shooter," she said with a nod to the man several 
seats over who had exploded twice last time. She was 
fine that Sammie had made a request to Rob. It even 
turned her on. Shit, she was already turned on. "Think 
shooter's been saving up?"

Sammie looked over at the man and then back to Dina. 
"We can only hope."

"Oooh yeah," Dina said, pulling her dress up. Next to 
her David eyed her fantastic legs as he stroked his 
hardening cock. His pants were bunched around his 
ankles. Dina looked at him and smiled. 

"I brought a toy," he said, looking into her eyes then 
down at what she was starting to do with her fingers. 

"What do you mean?" Dina asked, looking over at the 
supermodel, who was transfixed on the couple up on the 
stage as she squished a breast with one hand and rubbed 
her hand between her legs. Dina could just see a hint 
of red panties through her fingers. 

"It's a fuck toy," David wheezed. He released his cock 
and reached into his jacket pocket that was draped over 
his seat back. Dina noticed that his cock stayed hard 
and jutting straight up as he twisted around. In a 
moment he had a rubber, tube-like thing and a small 
bottle of lotion. 

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck" Shooter cried out from off to the 
left. Dina and Sammie jerked their heads toward him 
just in time to see a white stream of cum erupt from 
his cock and shoot up his bare chest and splatter 
against his neck. Then a second stream hit a nipple and 
a third drooled into his belly button. 

"Excellent!" Sammie crooned. "I have never seen 
anything like that." 

"Damn," Dina chuckled. "He'd drown you if you were 
suckin' on that." 

"That's what I'm thinking," Sammie said with a toothy 
smile. She looked back to Rob and smiled again when she 
saw that he had lowered his pants, pulled out his cock 
and was rubbing his balls. "Ooh yeah," she said, 
reaching into her purse. 

"Time for my pocket pal." She retrieved a small, 
plastic vibrator without tearing her eyes away from 
Rob's hand. She flipped the switch on its end and then, 
in one quick movement, she bunched up her dress and 
placed the toy against her pussy.

"Watch," David said to Dina, who had removed a breast 
and was pulling hard at a nipple. "He squeezed lotion 
into his palm, lathered the head of his dick, and then 
used his slippery fingers to lubricate a hole at one 
end of his rubber toy. 

He squeezed the base of his dick to make it even harder 
and then poked its head into the slimy hole. "Ahhh," he 
breathed leaning his head back. He began pumping the 
toy up and down on his stiff cock.

"Shit," Dina choked, her fingers working inside her 
pussy as she watched the toy bring David pleasure. 

Up on the stage the woman had removed her thong and was 
standing on one leg, her other one draped over the 
seated man's shoulder. She gripped his hair as he 
tongued her pussy with big lapping strokes. Her support 
leg trembled with pleasure as her ass humped against 
his face. 

Dina tore her eyes from watching David fuck his toy and 
saw that everyone was stroking now. All the men had 
their cocks free, some pumping fast, some slowly, as 
they watched the stage or the partner to either side of 
them. Every woman was so engaged as well: some 
fingering themselves, some working vibrators like 
Sammie's. Several were humping with total abandon, 
enjoying the sensations between their legs and the 
devouring eyes around them. Real moans and whimpers 
joined the sound of the wind and the amplified groans 
of pleasure. 

The supermodel, however, had not progressed beyond 
caressing her breasts and over the top if her panties. 
She looked about the room, taking it all in, and then 
she suddenly stood. She turned slowly from right to 
left, as if ensuring that all eyes were on her. Her 
long delicate fingers traced over her sprayed-on dress, 
first over the large swell of her breasts, down over 
her flat belly, and behind her, over the perfectly 
shaped ass.

"What is she doing?" Sammie asked, pulling her vibrator 
away for a moment. "Does she want us to watch her? I 
think that's against the rules. You can't stand up." 

"Oh my God," Rob sputtered. 

The supermodel had slipped her dress off her shoulders, 
down over her ripe, full breasts, down over her flat, 
well-defined stomach, and down over…

"She's got a bulge in her panties!" Rob announced, 
though every eye was on her… and on it. 

The supermodel turned slowly letting every person ogle 
her incredible body, and then quick as a blink, she 
tore away her panties. 

And released a thick, bobbing cock.

A man off to the left cursed angrily. Several other 
voices gasped. There was a splattering of applause here 
and there. 

"A shemale," David coughed, and began moving his toy 
faster. "This must be the surprise I heard about for 
tonight." 

"I love it," Sammie breathed, moving her vibrator 
inside her pussy.

Up on the stage the couple moved toward the edge and 
extended their hands to the shemale. The supermodel 
moved sensuously toward the stage, and the couple 
helped her up. The man extended his arm to her and 
looked about the room, presenting her to the crowd of 
surprised masturbators.

Rob had stopped playing with himself and stared in 
shock. He had actually been aroused by the supermodel 
earlier. Now it turns out she had a cock. And balls! 
But those tits are so nice. Fake probably, but they 
looked perfect. He felt a rush of disgust and arousal 
at the same time. He looked at Dina as if she could 
solve his dilemma. 

"Wow," Dina said softly. She thought the shemale's cock 
was nice, beautiful even. Average length, but thick and 
shaved clean. But there were tits above it, which sort 
of interested her, but not really. But the cock! And 
the legs were better then hers. She looked at David. He 
wasn't having any doubt about what he thought, as he 
was stroking his toy madly, rubbing his balls and 
muttering to himself as he took in the awesome sight. 
All around the circle others were getting back into it, 
lost in whatever thoughts, justification, or fantasy 
was going on in their heads.

Up on the stage the woman pressed herself against the 
shemale and they kissed deeply, the supermodel's tits 
crushed against the woman's, her cock against the 
woman's leg. The man stepped back a step and pulled 
down his black running shorts, revealing a quickly 
stiffening dick. He moved behind the woman and pressed 
his arousal against her ass. She ground back against 
him as she sucked the shemale's tongue, and pawed at 
her tits. 

Rob decided to keep his eyes above the supermodel's 
waist and focus on her breasts, one of which was in the 
woman's mouth now. Rob felt his stir return and the 
blood rush to his dick. Faster than he thought it 
should, given the circumstances. 

"I love it," Sammie whispered to him. "Best of two 
worlds."

Rob shook his head slightly. "I don't know about--"

He was interrupted by a chorus of orgasms from the sofa 
straight across from him. Two women were writhing, 
shoulder to shoulder, as they worked their pussies with 
blurred fingers. 

Up on the stage the man was sucking on the supermodel's 
other breast. The blond shemale's head was thrust back, 
eyes closed, as she savored the delicious sensation of 
two mouths licking her nipples. Her cock jutted 
hungrily forward, twitching in the air.

The woman continued to suck at the big tit, as her 
hands reached blindly for the two hard cocks. Finding 
them, she ran her hand along their length and cupped 
the heads with her palms. The man pulled his head back 
from the breast and stood straight, as did the shemale. 
The woman knelt down and stroked both cocks with her 
hands, her face flush with excitement, hunger. She 
pulled them closer until the heads touched, then 
stuffed both into her wide mouth and worked her tongue 
around them, sucking and slurping noisily.

Rob was stroking hard now, his legs spread way apart, 
his balls swinging madly with his pumping. Sammie 
watched Rob's cock, then the stage, and all around the 
room as people stiffened and exploded. Two men came 
next to her, and she devoured the shooting semen and 
the undulating bellies with her eyes before she looked 
back to the stage. 

Once again the man played with the shemale's breasts, 
while down at their knees the woman sucked hungrily on 
both cocks. Sometimes she sucked one at a time, other 
times she engulfed both. Then she would suck one as she 
rubbed the other over her face. 

David exploded into his toy. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, shiiiit!" 
he cried, humping with each cum spasm. Dina took it in 
like a fat man eyeing chocolate. 

Sammie leaned around Rob and begged David desperately, 
"Now pour it out on your stomach. Lemme see it. Come 
on" 

David complied, letting his cum drip from the rubber 
tube onto his belly and wilting cock.

"Oh, man!" Sammie wheezed, taking it in for a long 
moment. Then she looked at Rob's hard unit. "How you 
doin'?" 

"A couple minutes. I want to cum with them up on the 
stage, and with Dina." 

"Mmm," Sammie said. "Me too."

Shooter exploded again. This time he stood so the 
totally naked gal next to him could see his cum fly. 
When he did, the appreciative woman shook to an orgasm, 
her breasts jiggling, her belly undulating.

Up on the stage the woman spit on the man's cock and 
then on the shemale's. She pushed the two heads 
together to rub the spittle around and then deep 
throated the shemale, making her cry out.

"I wish the bitch with tits and the man would do 
something together," Sammie said aloud to no one. 

"I'm not ready for that," Rob said. "I don't think, 
anyway. Him sucking her tits is about all I can handle 
right now."

Both the shemale and the man were stroking hard now, 
their cocks aimed for the open, waiting mouth of the 
hungry woman. Her hand rubbed feverishly at her pussy 
as she looked from the ready cock heads to the faces 
above them. She stuck her tongue way out and wiggled 
it. 

"I'm close," Rob said.

"Me too," Sammie and Dina said together. The two ladies 
leaned against Rob as all three pumped their hands, 
watching each other and those up on the stage. 

The man squeezed and crushed the shemale's tits with 
one hand as he stroked himself closer and closer with 
his other. The shemale reached down with a free hand 
and stuffed her fingers in the woman's open mouth, 
which she sucked desperately as the two strokers inched 
closer to her face. 

The man shot first, his cum shooting right into her 
mouth and onto the shemale's retracting fingers, who 
didn't seem to mind. 

"Agggghhh!" Rob cried, as his cum shot straight up and 
back down onto his hand. 

Sammie grunted as her vibrator sent her into spasms. 
"Fuck!" she cried out, staring at Rob's dripping cock. 
"Oh, oh, fuuuuck!" 

The shemale shot, her cum spraying the woman's tongue 
as she was lapping at the man's dripping cock. She 
jerked her head to catch the second stream in her 
mouth, which sent her into her own orgasm, her hips 
humping her fingers hard. 

Dina was pumping her hand and whimpering like a child. 
"Fuck yes, fuck yes. Ohhh, damn!" 

"Sweet," David said, watching her. "Very sweet." 

"Oh God," Dina continued. "I'm going to cum again." 

Sammie was leaning in her direction watching Dina's 
hand. "Do it baby. Do it once more." 

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Dina collapsed back into her 
chair, her eyes closed. "My…god…that was so…intense," 
she breathed. She squeezed her eyes shut hard.

Taking advantage of the moment, Sammie used her finger 
to scoop a glob of cum from Rob's dying cock, and 
shoved it into her mouth. She sat back quickly in her 
chair, as innocent as a 12-year-old child.

Rob's breathing caught in his throat as he jerked his 
head guiltily toward Dina. Her eyes were still closed. 
He looked back at Sammie who was wiping her vibrator 
off on some tissue. She smiled, and asked, "What?" Then 
swirled her tongue around her wet lips.

The room burst into applause as the three performers on 
the stage bowed. All eyes followed the shemale as she 
stepped down onto the floor and picked up her panties 
and dress. Her jutting cock had yet to subside. A small 
string of cum danced in the air from its tip. 

"I don't know what I think about that scene up there," 
Rob said. Or about Sammie, for that matter, he thought.

"Well, if it bothered you, it didn't keep you from 
shooting a load," Dina said teasingly. 

"Hey, you, too. Twice in as many seconds. And that's 
from someone who acts like she isn't interested in the 
girl/girl scenes." 

"Shut up," Dina said with a laugh, pushing her dress 
down. "I don't think she, or he…whatever, counts."

"Yeah, I don't either," Rob said, convincing no one.

"Well, I liked it," Sammie said buttoning her dress 
top. "Very delicious," she added pointedly, looking at 
Rob.

"Well, no guilt from this straight guy," David said. 
"Let's keep the fantasy going. Same time next month 
gang?" 

All heads nodded. 

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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