“FUCKN’ A!!! GO FOR IT PINKIE!! ” “HARDER!!! FASTER!! HARDER!! shouted the men with wild enthusiasm. She felt intoxicated with lust as she watched her long tassels thrashing back and forth. She was feeling dizzy as she watched her huge whoppers flying across her chest and bouncing on her slender rib cage as she danced around. “THAT’S IT!!! SHAKE’M FASTER!!! shouted Crowbar, who had worked his way through the shouting crowd of men to get right to the edge of the small stage.
“COME ON NOW!! YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN! SHAKE FASTER AND HARDER!!!” Cindy stopped, let go of her buns and stood up straight looking Crowbar right in the eye. “YOU WANNA SEE ME SHAKE FASTER? I’LL SHAKE ‘EM FOR YA” she retorted as she loosened her shoulders, bit her upper lip and began this time to throw her shoulders in a contorted rotation sending her incredible tits gyrating in every direction. As the music picked up a double beat, she recklessly jerked her shoulders faster and further in a boob slinging frenzy that sent her tits flapping in every direction. She felt super erotic, wild and nasty as her big mams whapped, warbled and whiplashed wildly across her chest, slapping and swinging like shutters in a hurricane. Most of the men were stunned. Never had they seen such radical boob swinging action anywhere. And definitely not from a girl so young, beautiful and above all – so busty!!
Like a barker in the front row, Crowbar egged her on with ‘SLAP YOUR TITS!!!!” he shouted. “SLAP YOUR FUCKIN’ TITS BITCH!!!” “YOU BOYS DON’T WANT ME TO SLAP MY OWN TITS NOW DO YA?” she teased, mocking Crowbar. “HELL YES! LETS SEE YOU DO IT!” one shouted out. “LETS SEE YOU SLAP YOUR TITS SWEETHEART! SEE IF YOU CAN TAKE?!” shouted a front rower. With a little hesitation, Cindy smacked her own heavy tit open handed from the underside, sending it quivering and the pastie jiggling. “HOW’S THAT?” she asks, her eyes on fire as she stares at her fans.
“IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO?” “THAT’S NOTHING!!! SLAP ‘EM HARDER!! they responded. “MUCH HARDER!!” “LIKE THIS?” she groals as she slaps her heavy boob “WHAP!” and then again. And again “WHAP! WHAP!! WHAP-WHAP!!” A heavy hanging breast, Pinkie stikes her own tit until it is finally flopping up off her chest and then dropping – slashing hard on her chest – flattening on impact – only to be stuck immediately again by her own firm hand until her pasties are whacked off – absconded as a souvenirs – while her breasts become reddened with her own handmarks.
“LIKE THIS?” Pinkie grins into the spotlights and then looks down at her own reddened breasts as the lust crazed audience cheers, stomps and encourages her to continue. Then without prompting, with one hand, she grips her own nipple and lifts her breast high off her chest, while she slaps it hard on the underside with the other hand waking up nerves and sensations unfamiliar to her.
“HARDER?” she asked as she slapped her other nipple. Then the other, back and forth until she was flogging her own breasts sending them every which way. Then, with knuckles whitened, she grips her nipples intensely and lifts her enormous breasts high off her chest to show the audience her milky undersides, stretching the soft outer flesh and twisting her big pink nipples. With two hands, she kneads her silky breast flesh, pulling her nipple up to her mouth, then bites her nipple with clenched teeth. Then she lifts higher and just lets go letting it drop splash with a double bounce and a jiggle onto her rib cage. She laughs devilishly into the audience as they cheer her on while she slaps, sucks, stretches and drops her boobs a dozen more times before the song number ends.
End of chapter 4 (to be continued)
THE ADVENTURES of PINKIE CHAPTER 5 – SPREADING HER GASH FOR CASH
As Pinkie sat bare assed on the tiny stage floor, she delighted in the attention of the men and good vibes in the club. She smiled, chated and enjoyed acting natural while in the buff in front of all these guys. In fact, it was a sensation she couldn’t get enough of. She had a beautiful body and was feeling compelled to constantly be naked whenever she was around men and sometimes women, too. It was like an inner demon was taking possession of her mind and sole and transforming her into a sexual slave of her own lust.
She couldn’t get enough of this whole crazy sex lust stuff. As the rap music began, she winked at the guys in the front row, arched backwards onto her back, reached under her legs and rolled her legs all the way back assuming a yoga position pointing her pink asshole right in the faces of the men in the front row. “YOU GUYS GOT THE BEST SEATS, THAT’S FOR SURE!” she teased. “I JUST LEARNED HOW TO DO THIS … WATCH THIS!” she snickered as she bit her tongue and peeled open her shaved clamshell. With fingers from both hands she pulled her vagina wide open for a close-up view.
“HOW’S THAT LOOK FROM WHERE YOU’RE SITTING?” she laughed, pumping her tattooed fanny to the music, holding her pose for all the gawking men. As the music continued, Pinkie graced her legs and moved with the refinements of an natural stripper as she strained hard to pull her cunt lips apart even wider – stretching them and pulling her labia giving everyone a generous view inside. “WELL FELLAS,” called out he DJ, “OUR MISS PINKIE IS SHOWING YOU HOW SHE GOT HER NICK NAME. LET’S SHOW HER YOUR APPRECIATION AND KEEP THOSE GREEN BACKS HAPPENING. “LOOK, DON’T TOUCH,” she whispered softly as a young black boy leaned forward and began blowing into her deep gapping pussy hole. “Oh yea, that feels good!” she laughed.
“HI, COME TAKE A SEAT,” she encouraged some newcomers who walked up to the her stage. “CAN YOU SEE OKAY?” she asked, as she inserted her fingers a little deeper and got a fresh grip on her slippery vagina cavity – tugging hard on her labia as the men took their seats. As Pinkie brazenly displayed her wet vagina for their viewing pleasure, she couldn’t stop thinking about all of her classmates from high school. If they could only see her now, they’d be shocked. Afterall, she had been Homecoming Princess in her Junior Year. And the only reason she didn’t make Homecoming Queen as a senior is because her PE teacher, Ms. Bleacher cut her from the Cheerleading Squad because she didn’t think Cindy put enough energy into her performance. “FUCK ‘EM ALL” she smiled to herself.”IF THEY COULD SEE ME NOW, I’D SHOW ‘EM A HIGH ENERGY PERFORMANCE.” “YOU GUYS ARE JUST IN TIME FOR THE HOLE SHOW!!” she laughed, puckering her lips and winking at them as she waived her legs in the air.
She was obviously pleased to be showing her “pink” to all these men as the spot lights shown down into her gapping young cunt. One by one, the men opened their wallets and placed their bills at the base of the stage. “Go on, you can put those bills in my garter,” she encouraged them, slipping on a red elastic garter, tugging it all the way to the top of her thigh. “OOH YEA!” she groaned as each guy took his turn snapping her garter as he stuffed it with bills. Each guy took his time to let his fingers glide across her wet cavity as he reached between Pinkie’s legs.