AUSSY SLUT

"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.