The Show (Erotic Story Excerpt)

She’s just seen the greatest show on earth….

My palms were sweaty. My heart pounded. My pussy quivered. It was my first time, but she was an old pro. She told me about this for months, but I never thought I’d actually take that plunge and see it for myself. Now that I was there, a combination of fear, morbid curiosity, and lust had swallowed me whole…and taken over my hole.

They all knew her, so when the horny ladies that gathered around him saw her push through the crowd, they all parted like the Red Sea to accommodate his queen bee. That’s just the way it was: Coupling had its privileges. They knew that if they pissed her off, they would piss him off too — and if that happens, curtain closes, show’s over.

And no one wanted that…especially not me.

“Are you excited, Donna?” Maggie asked me as we continued the long pilgrimage to the front of the room.

“I am,” I said with a giggle. God only knows my panties were a puddle of sweat and sex…and I hadn’t even seen it yet.

“Good! I think you’ll love it as much as I do.”

He sat at the edge of the bed. Naked. Hard. Throbbing. Ready. He always waited for Maggie to take her place at the front of the crowd. She was the biggest cheerleader for the biggest cock. She also controlled the show: You didn’t get to participate without her say so. With a wave of her hand, she decided what you got and what you didn’t, like a sexual Santa Claus doling out gifts in late December.

But that came later.

He sat at the edge of the bed. Naked. Hard. Throbbing. Ready.

The drum in my chest thumped even louder when we finally got to our destination. When I saw the look of recognition in his eyes, I knew it was about to begin. She smiled at him with pride, and looked in marvel at all the vultures who stood around us, dying for a piece of him. And as soon as I saw it, I wanted a piece of him too. She nodded. He began.

He slid his fingers up and down, making an imaginary trail that matched the pattern of the bulging veins. The trip from top to bottom seemed to take an eternity — partially because he was clearly prolonging his touch, and partially because his fingers really did have a long, long way to go up and down that endless shaft. Maggie told me that Mark was big, but lots of women say their men are big. Lots of men say they’re big — only to disappoint you once their boxers hit the floor and you think, is that all of it? But there was no penis marketing puffery going on here. Mark was every bit the monster that was advertised. I wanted to know more, but I didn’t want to push my luck. I was pleasantly surprised that Maggie had no problem initiating the conversation, making it clear she owned what everybody in the room wanted.

“Do you want to guess how big it is?” she asked, beaming with pride.

“I have no idea…ten?”

“No,” she said slyly. The look in her eyes said she was clearly reminiscing about all the good times she’d spent with it. “More like thirteen.”

“Wow! That’s really impressive. The biggest one I’ve had didn’t even come close to that.”

“Yup…Mark is really one of a kind.”

“Was he your first?”

“Oh, no. And obviously wasn’t the last. But he certainly is the biggest.”

“I can definitely see how he would be the biggest,” I said slowly as I continued to stare between his legs as he massaged his balls with one hand, and gripped a portion of his enormous hard on with the other. And what was going on above his cock was pretty impressive too: He had big, bulging muscles and a perfectly chiseled six pack. He was definitely a specimen; there was no doubt about it.

“I’m sorry; I’m distracting you. You should be watching the show.”

“That’s okay. I like hearing about it…especially now that I’ve finally seen it for myself. I always thought you were exaggerating.”

“I know! Most people don’t believe me when I tell them. Mark has a lot of shitty things going on in his head and his heart a lot of the time, but what goes on between his legs has always been perfect.”

“So, you met him in college?”

“Yeah. I don’t know if I’d go as far as to say we were sweethearts, but we’ve always had a really intense relationship.”

There was no penis marketing puffery going on here. Mark was every bit the monster that was advertised.

Mark continued to run his hands up and down his shaft. He certainly had staying power. I felt like I was going to explode from just watching him jerking off, so I couldn’t believe he hadn’t come yet. It could’ve been the crowd — Maggie said he loves nothing more than an audience; the idea of a lot of women wanting him has apparently always been a turn on. Maggie got even more animated, practically jumping up and down and shaking my arm, pulling me out of the trance I was in. “Oh, this is the best part. You can’t miss this,” she said excitedly.

Just when I thought the show couldn’t get any better, Mark spread his legs as wide as they would go. He bent down and rested his lips on the tip of his cock.

“He can — ”

“He sure can!” said Maggie.

Mark started licking his purple mushroom, looking pleased with himself while enjoying his sexual lollipop. Then he took the tip into his mouth and began to suck.

“How?”

“He never told me how he learned to do it. Maybe he does a lot of yoga.”

Mark bobbed his head up and down along his shaft so intently that even from several feet away, you could hear the sucking and smacking sounds inside of his mouth. Once in a while, he would stop for a moment, come up for air, and look around the room at his admiring followers. And there was no doubt about it: The women were impressed. Some of them looked shocked, some weirded out, and some of them, like me, were completely mesmerized by his performance. But, no matter what the women were thinking, all eyes were on Mark. And that’s the way Maggie wanted it.

He bent down and rested his lips on the tip of his cock.

“Wow…if that’s the case, I need to find myself a yoga instructor like yesterday.”

Although you could have heard a pin drop in the room, no one would have been listening to it because of all the undivided focus we put on him. I thought the crowd would be rowdy, like bachelorettes getting entertained by male strippers on their last night of freedom, but no one said a word. No one wanted to miss a thing. I know I certainly didn’t.

Mark continued taking his throbbing member in and out of his mouth, occasionally flexing his muscles or moving his head up enough to flash us his amazingly toned abs. I didn’t know yoga practice created washboards like that, but I definitely wanted to find a slip and slide of my own. Namaste indeed. But I had a feeling that even if I did manage to acquire a sculpted, autofellating god of my own, I wouldn’t get someone with Mark’s stamina.

“He sure can go on forever, can’t he?” I whispered in Maggie’s ear as she watched her man with pride, as if it was the first time she’d seen the show.

“Yes, he can!”

“Does he do this kind of stuff for you in bed?”

“Sometimes.”

I glanced around the room, and all of the women looked like they were hypnotized by watching Mark…like he was some kind of sexual guru indoctrinating his flock.

I couldn’t deny it; I was a convert myself.

Want to find out how the show ends? Check out The Show for the rest of the story.

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