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This is part true story, part history and part fantasy, I'll leave you to decide which parts happened and when.
So Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark came to Perth and in a surprise move, played at Red Hill Auditorium. It could have gone either way, but the venue was surprisingly full; not exactly packed, but well atended, with a crowded mosh pit at the end of the night.
Now I was not expecting it to be too crowded, so a couple of weeks out, I began to dare the wife to go commando. She begged off at first, but I kept at it and broke her down until she was excitedly looking forward to it. Indeed, the night before the concert, she came home to show off the short skirt she was going to wear. The big night arrived and, despite the chill, she put on her skirt and we drove to the concert.
I was pretty excited.
We set up at the back of the Auditorium and waited. The support act came and went. I went to the WC, and when I came back, she was talking to another woman. As I watched, the wife flirted shamelessly with a very receptive @45 year old, who leaned in close and got an eyeful of pussy. I hung off, not wanting to put either of them off. I was very horny now.
The concert started, and after a few songs, with nobody noticing, she guided the woman's hand to her honeypot. The other woman looked nervous, but she didn't take her hand away, and soon she was stroking my wife to an orgasm.
I needed to get away, because any more would have had me jerking off in front of everyone.
I headed for the mosh pit. I was trying to focus on the music, but it wasn't long before I was thinking about a secluded corner at the back, and what might be going on.
That's when the first dick dug into my rump. A sizeable portion of meat had accidentally stuck my arse through my pants without an apology. Normally I wouldn't have thought anything of it, but my wife was on my mind, and the thought of being used... it happened again. Same dick, I was fairly sure, same smooth run up the crack of my arse.
"Sorry" the husky voice said, but did it mean anything.
I decided if it happened again, I was going to try and grip it with my arse cheeks. I wasn't listening to the band anymore, I was too horny for that.
It seemed as if ages had passed, but eventually the dick was back, hard but unsure. I leant forward slightly, swallowed the shaft of a far bigger dick than I had first thought. It was so big that when I straightened, I basically impaled myself in public. Well, in for a penny...I reached behind me and gripped the monster, adjusting it so I no longer had to stand on tiptoes. For good measure, I gave it a few tugs, glad my stud was wearing cotton pants. I looked sideways and licked my hand of his precum, such as it was.
He rubbed my cock through my jeans, all the while rubbing his dick up and down through denim. I couldn't believe nobody noticed anything. My imagination went wild, and I imagined what his cock would taste like as I whirled around and gave him a blowjob, with an audience.
What the fuck! The toilets were meters away. I nodded towards them. "Yes" was the reply to my unasked question.
The line of porta-potties went into darkness at the end, right where we headed. As I opened the door, I turned and looked at my prospective partner, and saw an older guy, between 50 and 60. We squeezed into the porter pottie and I lowered my pants while he divested his own. I was about to turn and add my slobber to his shlong when he pushed his dick into my naked butt crack, an obviously inexperienced mistake as my ring was never going to open on its own. As my hand gripped his shaft and prepared to stop its headlong rush for my boipussy, I felt the slimy precum make my fingers slip, and he drove his head into my hole, not making it but a bit too dead on to say he missed. I let out a cry of pained surprise.
"Shut it, whore!" He told me, and pulled back and let me have another thrust. My hand was still on the shaft as he tried to fuck me, carefully guiding his thrusting and relishing the slippery feel. He never really pulled out far enough, but I felt he still needed guiding.
And then he exploded inside me. It was like having a fire hose outside a window: about half ended up in my jocks around my feet and about half had worked past my sphinctre and felt like it flooded everything. It felt fantastic and as I enjoyed the sensation of all that semen, he kept pushing until his head breached, and I was lifted upon my toes as the semen slicked cock, probably aided by a chemical boost, kept humping me. He grabbed my hips and started to pull me down, grinding his dick further into my bowels. The more of him that enterred me, the more I tried to scream, but my voice had cut out and only hoarseness remained.
"Oh my God, this feels fantastic!" He shouted, just before he shot the whole second load into my quivering, abused arsehole. "Ohngh!" Over and over, until he was jizzed out. He deflated quickly, realising about the same time what he had done (apparently). Pulling his pants up, he yelled, "Sorry" and unbolted the door and ran off, leaving me in the bottom of the porter pottie with a wrecked arse hole and a desire to do it again.
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Posted on : Feb 16, 2025
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