This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or total, without the author's permission.
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I had gone to bed dreaming of a pleasant wake up by Tiffany, hopefully with a pussy full of tasty cum for me lick clean. Unfortunately, it was not meant to be and the blonde who woke me up was about as far from being Tiffany as was possible. "Wake the fuck up you useless whore," Heather screamed in my face, "you're missing all the entertainment that little Tiffany and her sweet pussy is going to provide. Of course, it will only be a stretched out hole after the festivities."
At the sound of her voice, I threw myself from the bed and was getting ready to seriously cripple the bitch who was already backpedaling towards the door. "Don't even think of touching me you cunt. Paul has Tiffany well under control, but I promise if you hurt me you will regret it. I suggest you hurry before the party begins." Watching her scamper out the door I went in search of my phone just to find out the time. Fuck me, I'd slept more than thirteen hours, repairs took longer than I thought.
Slipping into a pair of shorts I opened the curtains and looked out at the yard. The music had been lowered to a less ear assaulting level and I could see the crowd was all facing towards the back of the yard. I could easily see Paul standing facing the crowd with Tina standing next to Tiffany who didn't appear completely focused. Heather was making her way through the crowd and soon stood next to Tiffany. There also appeared to be a large multi-colored wheel behind them, the type you see at street carnivals.
Sprinting through the house I broke out into the backyard and started pushing my way through the crowd. I could hear Paul's voice clearly over the music, "Ladies and Gentlemen as you know each year we get one volunteer from our bevy of sexy young women to spin the wheel. Whatever number it lands on is how many of you lucky guys she will entertain." Now I knew what Heather meant by being the entertainment. "Now ladies, if you're feeling up to the challenge you can always take her place, but only after the spin and your number will be double of hers. Alright, Tiffany time to spin the wheel."
"Woo Hoo." Now I knew she wasn't in her right mind. Tiffany says lots of things when she is excited, but woohoo is not one of them. As I pushed through the crowd I could hear the click-clack of the pointer as the wheel spun. It didn't matter to me what she spun I was taking her place then getting us the fuck out of here. Breaking through the front of the crowd I heard the wheel come to a stop and a loud cheer erupt. Looking at the wheel I could see it had landed on the narrowest strip of the wheel. Twenty-five. Fuck me.
Paul was talking to the crowd but his eyes were locked with mine "So ladies, our volunteer has spun the biggest number possible. Are any of you sexy young women ready to take on fifty guys or will you leave poor Tiffany to her fate? Guys, be sure to check your tickets so you get your chance, remember any hole you want." I'm not sure what Heather's connection to Paul was, but every last one of these motherfuckers was going to pay.
"I'll take her place," I yelled my voice carrying over the music. The crowd fell silent and the music died as I made my way forward. Moving to Tiffany I took her hands and was startled by how hot her skin was. "What the fuck did you give her?" For all the hate I was putting on my glare Heather should have exploded right there. Pulling Tiffany away I sat her on the ground and looked her over for anything obvious. "Tiffany, can you hear me?" Checking her eyes which were glassy and couldn't seem to focus I started getting even more pissed.
"Hi baby," Tiffany said, her voice super sweet and bubbly, "isn't the party fun. I told you it would be."
"Yeah, Tiff it's a blast. Now stay here okay. I have to take care of something then we're going to go."
"Ok Baby, I love you."
"I love you too Tiffany." Leaving her sitting on the ground a couple of the other women came over to sit with her. Walking over to Paul and Heather I was surprised to see Paul bitching Heather out.
Paul intercepted me before I got to Heather and removed her head from her body. "I'm sorry, Heather was specifically told not to do anything to Tiffany but she doesn't listen very well as I am sure you are aware. Please believe she will be paying for that transgression very shortly." Taking my arm Paul stepped in close. "I will let you know something. The more you enjoy this, the less Heather will." As he stepped away I realized he was right. While I wasn't looking forward to fucking fifty guys if I just focused on the pleasure and enjoyed myself it would piss Heather off to no end.
"Alright guys if your ticket has number 145 to 195 line up, the rest you just get to enjoy the show." Sara if you'll come over this way please." I was really surprised at how he was acting towards me. He almost seemed genuinely apologetic about the whole thing. "I'll hold on to those shorts if you want." Slipping them off I handed them to him.
He led me over to what looked like a pale blue kids pool with only one of the rings inflated, just several times larger. Standing in the middle of the ring I stared daggers at Tina who was approaching carrying a bucket of something. "Paul, Heather said if I hurt her you would hurt Tiffany. Does that apply to Tina as well?" I could see genuine fear in Tina's face as she heard the audible pop of my knuckles as I squeezed my hands into fists.
"I know what you're thinking and just wait until the end. I never said any such thing about Tiffany. I care too much about her and have no interest in her or anyone else being hurt. All of this was about you. Go ahead, Tina." It turns out the bucket she was carrying was filled with some kind of oil as I discovered when Tina poured it over my head. Brushing the oil out of my face I ran my hands over my body to spread out the lube. I found myself getting excited about this entire endeavor as I was about to be more thoroughly fucked than was normally possible. I wanted to ask him what he meant by it was for me, but there wasn't time.
Stepping out of the ring Paul settled into a chair that had been set up right next to it. "Alright, first two guys, remember you can fuck her where you want and cum where you want, but once you nut you're done. Leave the ring for the next guy. Enjoy."
Looking at Heather I could see the malicious grin on her face as the first two guys stepped up to me. As they began to run their hands over my body I focused on making sure I enjoyed this as much as possible. Resting my hands on the thighs of the one behind me I could feel his hard cock slipping between the cheeks of my ass as he enjoyed the oil. The one in front pushed his fingers into me as he twisted my nipple ring. My moans were filling the air as I was going out of my way to be loud. Glancing over at Heather her evil grin was gone and she appeared to be squirming around in her chair.
