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Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. Val reached over and patted her thigh.

Val looked around the room at the chairs and sofas ringing the stage. Val fought back her nervousness as thirty or so women arrived; mostly in pairs or threes. Val left her sister to greet each one, getting introduced to those she had not met before.

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None were accompanied by men. Among the women were, Gladys Loudon, the District Attorney's wife, and Wanda Carlson, first timers, but looking as excited as those who had been at meetings.

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And except for Bernie, who was conspicuously absent, Val saw all the women who had been to at least one prior meeting. She was also pleased to see that each of the members had brought one or more 'guests' to the meeting, all of whom were women.

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Usually talkative, the women were remarkably quiet, although Val sensed an electric intensity among them as they sat staring straight ahead at the stage in the small theatre Val had hired for the evening. Val also noted that each woman was dressed as sexily as they dared too; many being married had felt a need to use certain restraint, but still had managed to look highly desirable.

Val had leaked word that there would be men on stage, performing for the women and doing God knows what. The small stage had black free drapes behind it and on the sides as backing. Anyone standing on the stage would be outlined sharply by the black, depthless velvet. Pencil-point spotlights suddenly stabbed through the gathering darkness of the room.

The guests shifted around in their seats, made themselves comfortable and sat back anticipating what was to come. The room darkened, and a communal thrill ran through the gathered guests who felt safe sitting anonymously in the dark. Unseen, they thought they could behave as they wished without anyone objecting. The first notes of Stravinsky's "The Rites of Spring" filled the air and the Wilmington and tension in the room mounted. The hall stories darker, cloaking the room with an inky blackness. The only light in the room was on the right side of the small stage where spotlights stabbed down and the black velvet acted as a frame around what was at the very least, a suggestion of a woman's boudoir.

A large canopied bed occupied that side of the stage. The stage itself was tilted, set at an angle so the audience could better see what was going to happen there. On one the side of the bed was a woman's vanity, on the other a window of sorts. Val calmly strode to the stage and walked up to him, picked up a microphone from a small table and said: "Good evening, everyone, and welcome to the third meeting of the Wilmington Women's Club.

Up to now our meetings have involved having a few drinks and telling stories about our, um, sexual adventures. Tonight we will depart from that pattern and move into a We have some very special entertainment tonight. You'll get the picture right away, that I erotic you. But enough small talk.

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The Wilmington Women's Club is proud to present our first performer, the amazing, Mr. The light illuminating the boudoir went out and another focused on Jay Carter, who nodded once at the audience, and began removing his clothing. The audience stories lightly, and excitedly began debating among themselves what the man's performance would involve. Two women started toward the stage, but were intercepted by Valerie, who shooed them back to their Wilmington before taking her own.

I can't actually fuck myself, but I guess I get as close to it as is humanly possible. Now, might I ask for a member of the audience to come up on stage and assist me with what I'm going to do? No one volunteered. Carter glanced at Val, who nodded and went into the audience, looking at row after row of women's faces.

Some registered shock, some excitement and anticipation. She found one in particular whose facial expression was one of near rapture and knew this was the volunteer. Believe me; most young men have tried to do it. I erotic some of you may have attempted it — I don't mean sucking free dick — but you may have tried to lick your pussies. Don't deny it, it you haven't tried it you've most certainly thought about it.

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Some of you have tried, and I know it. Most men fail. Some might have succeeded, but gave up thinking it was too difficult. What I did was, I walked my feet up my bedroom wall, and then flipped them over. I used a soft pillow to hold my head in place. This had the remarkable effect of dipping my penis straight down toward my mouth, I grabbed hold of my hips and pulled down I was able to fuck my face.

Some of the women in the audience drew in their breaths, some laughed and others sighed.

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Still others began shifting around in their seats. Carter had them all enthralled. A keen nose would have smelled the initial stage of their arousal. Heather, you may have noticed there is no wall for me to walk my feet up The audience grew nervous, until a woman stood up and made her way toward the stage.

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Val was stunned to see that it was Gladys Loudon, Wanda's guest and the wife of the District Attorney. She released him and now his penis was no longer dangling, but protruded outward, supporting itself against the pull of gravity, and while not jutting skyward as a teenager's might, it was obvious to all concerned that his penis was indeed, real and quite long in its length.

The audience went wild. Several women left their seats and climbed up on the stage. Val was stunned. She thought at first that she had a riot on her hands. But Jay had seen this reaction from other audiences and quelled everyone by shouting, "Down girl!

Heather let him fall from her mouth. If you want to see, or taste for yourselves, I'll allow it, but in an orderly fashion. Form a line over there," he pointed to his left where Gladys stood.

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Val watched with relief as the women obeyed his directive and stood chastely waiting to touch, kiss or suck his cock. Val counted fifteen women approach Jay, and pay homage to his lengthy phallus. She recalled her own feelings on seeing him perform fellatio and began to understand the feelings coursing through the women in the audience. When the last of the women had finished with him, his cock stood straight out at the rest of those who remained seated. Gladys, there is a chair to your right, would you bring it over here please? Jay sat down with his back to the audience.

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I would like each of you to take a leg. Please don't tear them off of me," Jay said knowing it would get a laugh from the audience, and it did.

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If you would, please push my legs back toward the audience. When they did the audience saw his penis closing in on his mouth. Jay reached out with both hands and took hold of his asscheeks and pulled. The audience gasped. His lips were around the tip of his erection.

Jay took a deep breath through his nose, relaxed his lower back, pulled on his ass and then as a yogi might, slowly let his breath out, while adding a difficult stretch. Sure enough, another four inches of serpentine cock slithered into his mouth. Gladys, still holding Jay's leg in place, leaned in toward him and began licking his right buttock. Several women in the audience began to moan as Jay let his wet shaft slip from between his hollowed cheeks a millimeter at a time until the crown of his now nearly purple head popped out and wagged stiffly in the space above his chin.

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He recaptured it, licked around the corona, then swallowed several more inches and several more until some six, or possibly seven inches were lodged down his throat. In his present position it was physically impossible for Jay to deep-throat himself, if indeed he could absorb his full eleven inches at all. Using herself as a judge, Val knew every woman in the audience was wet. She glanced guiltily about and saw Deidre Kaminski, the saleswoman from Talbot's, and Ursula Smith, the petite 2nd grade teacher exchange ever more passionate kisses.

Val found it difficult to tear her eyes away. Within a minute or two, Ursula unbuttoned the few buttons that held the front of the diaphanous blouse the other wore. She pushed aside what little fabric concealed one breast and began to gently pet and fondle the nipple.