Slechts Groot : Part two

Show Time

In her full frizz dressy hairdo, and wearing only a pair of stiletto black heels, she entered the lounge. The nearest customers and girls gave her a little applause, just to encourage her to continue her trek to the stage. Some of the girls, those few who really knew Jaimie, threw out cheers like, 'God, you're braver than I could ever be!', 'Why'd you tell him you'd do this?', 'Remember to breath!', and 'Honey, I'll take some ice pops out the fridge, and have'em ready for you.'. Jaimie continued to the stage, in spite of such greetings. On the stage, the two black men had not waited. They had removed their own robes, and had already jacked themselves to full size.

'Why do they look much bigger now, as compared to when I see them going in and out of Angie?' The club members and staff were all whistling and staggering their applause as Jaimie walked the 40 feet to the stage. Kees had all the lights turned on, with all the spotlights aimed at the mattress.

The walk had looked like the xxx version of a Miss America pageant. But this winner was to be rewarded by a DP of huge black penises, rather than with the usual little crown. Still, this was a real beauty going to the stage. Everyone there got excited to see anyone new try these two guys; but some members had fantasized many times about Jaimie being the one up on stage. Kees had made it a point to invite Aardbei and Slechts Groot members who got intense rewards from voyeuristic activities, and their presence proved his premeditation over the last few days. The extra attendance also made Aardbei more than a little crowded.

Kees got on microphone back behind the counter and introduced 'Utumi' [11 inches] and 'Batuu' [12 inches] and 'our little Jaimie'.

Utumi and Batuu both reached out for Jaimie's hands, helped her up the small rise, took those little hands of hers and placed them directly on their penises. She began stroking both as they all spun around so that Jaimie was finally facing the crowd. She looked great that night. Great hair, tight body, those great dancer legs, which she used well during the spin around, and a bright smile. Oral had never been a part of the act, and she left it out, hoping to get through the 25 or so minutes of intense fucking that Angie normally went through. She concentrated on stroking and getting lube for everyone. She stroked more onto their shafts, as Utumi and Batuu poked some into Jaimie's pussy and ass. Jaimie motioned to Batuu and indicated 'a lot please!' He smiled, nodded and went back to the jar for seconds.

The music was being turned back up very loud by Kees, as all three got their second or third coating. And Jaimie thought, well, this is it. She motioned for Utumi to sit on the mattress and face the crowd. He sat exactly where three spotlights overlapped. A very bright location. She let go of Batuu and moved over to Utumi, where she also faced the crowd and began to sit down on his vertical post. When the head slipped into her ass, she knew that she was in trouble. For it was a very tight passage. She had rarely doubled, and it was never done with something 11 inches long and 2.5 inches wide. And, in less than a half hour, this man wanted to stroke her freely and twist and grind as he bottomed out? She continued to slowly slide. Huffing and puffing and blowing as she went, she was about two thirds down onto Utumi, and being very tentative.

Utumi and Batuu could easily forget who they were working on. Their most powerful memories were those of Angie's pussy and ass. And those items had already been made very loose by the two Africans. This beautiful Jaimie felt extremely tight to Utumi. With his duty to the club, and with this particular show in mind, he reached for her waist with his hands. Each hand covered half of Jaimie's pelvis, as he pulled back slightly and pressed her downward. She was breathing faster, and squealed loudly with each lower elevation. Utumi was over three fourths into her at that point.

With Jaimie in a sort of tripod, that is the front two legs balanced in a squat position with the third leg going up her rear, Batuu also felt the need to help. Besides it would look good to the crowd. While Utumi was pulling down on her pelvic area, Batuu went around to the front of Jaimie and looked into her red flushed face. From there, he reached out and down, placing his hands on her upper legs. That was exactly where Jaimie was getting all her power for sustaining her squat, right there in those quadriceps muscles. He pinched them a little, then massaged them deeply, trying to loosen them up. It was working, so Jaimie immediately grabbed for his shoulders. When she did that, Utumi pressed down hard and another inch or so went into her. She screamed. But with the loud music, it was not very audible.

When she grabbed Batuu's shoulders, he grabbed the quadriceps on both sides tightly. That caused them to completely release. And Jaimie slid squealing all the way to the base of Utumi. She then panted and gasped as she looked down and saw that his balls were flush with her bottom. The shaft had completely disappeared. Her pussy was pushed out and slightly opened by the action in her rear. And Batuu was eyeing it. Utumi was muttering something about how good she felt way up inside, as Batuu maneuvered to get at that pussy.

Utumi was not one of those softies in an ass. He went in hard as a rock, and stayed hard as a rock. That was something Batuu could always count on. Jaimie could feel Utumi jerking around up inside her rear as Batuu's penis was sliding through her front. Batuu's 12 incher was joining Utumi's 11 inch rod. By working at Aardbei, Jaimie had, at least, done some stretching of both her pussy and ass. But nothing prepared her for this. If an instructional animation was to have displayed a side view, it would have shown a straightened out and very stretched rectum that went up way beyond what nature intended. Then, joining it, would be a vaginal bag being poked lengthwise and joining the rectum in being about the same length, even though it is more strictly defined that vaginas are never supposed to go to those lengths.

But it took some work for Batuu to get that vagina fully stretched. Many deep pokes, some side twists, and, after a few minutes, his penis was buried in Jaimie. So that would have definitely been the last portion or climax of any educational animation display. Jaimie was grunting, squealing, huffing, puffing, well, sort of doing a little bit of everything. She had thrown her head back onto Utumi's chest, and, in turn, Utumi had reached up and wrapped his hands around Jaimie's chest. Each hand then grabbed a breast. Though ample for Jaimie, each one looked very small when mushed by a giant black hand. And mushed they were. He was squeezing very hard, pinching them off at their bases, and pushing everything forward. His hands then occupied the bases and laid directly upon her little ribs. That expelled every bit of breast tissue forward. What did this guy think poor Jaimie had, big zits that needed to be squeezed until they popped? Jaimie thought that might be what he intended.

However, both their penises were making the major headlines and getting Jaimie's attention. Her canals were filled till they were taunt. When filled like that, to make any more space, they would have to burst or at least somehow relieve the tension all around and make a truly larger diameter. Both her pussy and ass could more easily do the length. Although, the required longer pussy would need some lengthwise fiber tears. Those then could be put back by nature at the new length. The most dramatic adaptation for both Jaimie and the audience would involve her width. She was a 'too tight' little thing, as compared to a more experienced person like Angie. In other words, 'something had to give'.

Both men and Jaimie were all extremely well lubed. So, lack of such lube was not a contributing condition. Batuu and Utumi were able to start smoothly stroking Jaimie. But the width of each canal was literally pinching the assigned penis till it hurt. They naturally wanted to work less restrained, to develop a smoother, softer, more loose ass and pussy. Then they could even fuck those to still another level. As far as Batuu and Utumi were concerned, whether she had DP'd in the past or not, to them she was a virgin DP. And she would have to be dealt with as one. Utumi held on to those breasts as tightly as he could and pulled Jaimie to his chest, where her head rested well below his chin. Batuu held her wrists and stretched her arms out wide, pinning them to the mattress.

They began to fuck her hard, to loosen up things their way. She turned bright red in the face, grunted a lot and did a lot of 'whew' sounds. With the spotlights, the crowd had an excellent view of Jaimie's DP. They all watched closely as the too long and too wide black devices punched her, over and over... Just the image of the large stretch of her holes, and minor bleeding, was its own obscene event. Call it an advanced double cherry busting! And the crowd loved it. This is what the invited voyeurs, and even minor sadists, came to see - an event that did not happen very often in civilized communities. The few other members in the room who did not fit those labels, well, they were transfixed too. All the kersloop, slush, snaps, pops, thumps, thuds and other plungering sounds could be heard coming out of Jaimie by those closest to the stage. Certainly, they could hear such things if Kees messed up and was slow to start the next musical selection.

But the visual was always outstanding. Sometimes the picture was filled by the two black men buried in 'someone', with one creamy white beautiful leg going one direction and the other creamy white beautiful leg going the other direction. Tipped by the black heels, the legs and the African men made some great momentary designs and a rather continuous super erotic motion picture. Jaimie noticed that she could see Batuu working in her pelvis. That vision was worth an extra gasp. It was especially gasp worthy since both men were spending most of the time all the way inside her. It was the width work that was increasing. Twisting, grinding, pushing her insides round and round, all done from the muscular contractions of their tight pinched butts, forward through their pelvic muscles, and radiating the motion to the huge penis and its own muscles. Their penises then produced the waves that flowed from her pussy to the top of her head and to the bottom of her feet. That entire sequential process seemed to be working throughout each and every instant.

While Kees did not allow members to take pictures, he did have his own photographer for special occasions, such as Jaimie's first stage show. That photographer was taking some great 35mm photos that would chronicle the process. Next for him to chronicle was a change in position. If a viewer was more than a few feet from the stage, it appeared as if Angie's accurately described 'two logs' were being pulled out of Jaimie. Both were still rock hard and both forcefully sprang out into the open. When they did, those up front could see that both penises had gooey pink streaks throughout their lengths, with more of a red color at their bases.

Jaimie's chest and belly were still rising and falling with great speed, as she tried to get her breath. Utumi held her more softly, but still held her. He leaned forward, still holding a beautiful black haired woman who was only big enough to occupy his torso, and asked her to spread her legs for the crowd and pull open her pussy and ass. She actually was able to display a sincere relaxed smile to the lounge crowd, while she revealed that her pussy gaped with an open center that was between the size of a quarter and a half dollar. Her lips were all beet red and she had some minor bleeding just inside that open center. Her ass had an almost identical condition. Utumi let go of her chest and smacked the side of her butt slightly. That was her cue to move on.

She was turned away from the audience as she sat back down on Utumi. This time his penis got her pussy. Batuu got her ass. In that more common position, both worked their way back in quickly and began a real intense double of Jaimie. Kees had an even nastier funkier tune going, and had turned the volume up so much that the bass could be felt outside in the street. Both Africans got a smooth sawing rhythm going. Jaimie was having a hard time keeping her senses. It wasn't the hashish as much as it was the physical pounding. There were times where she was sure that either her rectum or pussy would break open. But, in reality, neither was close to doing that; of course, Jaimie knew of no such safety margin. She convinced herself that she did know one thing for certain, and that was that Angie was 'one hell of a tough red head'!

The normally controlled and hard to impress crowd was constantly yelling, whistling and generally being obnoxious. They had one of the most beautiful girls to ever work at Aardbei, up on that stage, having her holes reamed out to a new gauge. It took hard stuff to entertain this crowd, and this was hard stuff. But the show was still building.

Another 10 minutes into Jaimie and her treatment, and Utumi and Batuu almost simultaneously decided to just 'let go' and 'let Jaimie have it' in the same manner and degree as Angie normally 'took it'. They pumped faster, hitting bottom each time, while they held her waist tightly; Jaimie was held so tightly that her pussy and ass were the only parts that were allowed to move against the Africans' maximum grind and stretch. The men reached their peak just as the song reached its peak. When they came, their penises twitched and gushed, sending poor Jaimie into spasms. The cum squirted out the sides of her ass and pussy. Mostly creamy, but with some red streaks. Batuu slowly pulled out of her ass. His penis still oozed cum out its tip, with the first half of his shaft rubbed raw, while its base was more red than earlier. Her ass had a large bright red hole for an opening; around the edges of the hole were small rough areas of deeper red.

When Utumi pulled his penis out, it looked similar, except the head was still jerking and the upper third of the penis was flushed with his own particular deep internal peach/orange/pink/red/ multi-tone coloration. Exactly like Batuu, Utumi, from his tip to about halfway down his shaft, was rubbed raw. The rawness of both penises represented the cost of trying to soften Jaimie's tough meat. Jamie's present condition was better indicated by the lower portion of Utumi's shaft, where his balls, and, even his groin, dripped a gooey pink mix. Her labia were fire engine red, her center was a large ragged hole, and the rough edges that surrounded that irregular hole were a more moist beet red.

The two Africans expected Jaimie to act like a pro, and she did not disappoint them. Both took her hands and helped her fly up to a standing position, then, after checking each other's faces for the cue, all three simultaneously took a ridiculously over dramatic bow. Or was it just appropriate in this case? The lounge crowd chuckled while applauding with a new vigor. Having watched Angie many times, Jaimie knew what her next move was supposed to be. She spun around , aiming her rear toward the crowded lounge. She bent over, put her face all the way down to knee level, and then looked between her legs into the upside down crowd. Her hands moved from their original positions, just below and behind the knees, up to her butt cheeks, where they spread those cheeks wide. Perhaps it was because Angie started out each show with larger, more relaxed holes, but Jaimie was much brighter red than Angie usually was. Jaimie's were not closing quickly; rather, both holes stayed wide open. One or two moist red drips came from the membrane that, now, only partially framed the gaping entrance into her vagina. Both holes were similar in size to Angie's, probably because the same reaming tools had been used on them. Of course, the sizes of Angie's holes were permanent, and Jaimie's were not...well, not yet.

While Jaimie showed the crowd how much damage such a fucking can do, the guys were putting their robes on and moving toward the dressing area. Night after night the two Africans got to fuck some of the most beautiful women in the world. For over seven months, they had double worked girls for Kees. Their pay was never stated, but it seemed enough to live in Amsterdam and still send money home to their many wives and families. Their dedication to such work was duly noted. They were so stoic in their presentation that it was hard to tell when they were really having a good time. But, tonight, they really did enjoy tearing into the knockout american girl. As Batuu was leaving the stage, he made an impression on Jaimie by bending down to her level and flatly stating, "I look forward to next time." Out of character; in fact, something that Batuu had never said before.

Jaimie stretched up, with her legs straddling one of his, and kissed Batuu on the cheek. A just as strange reply, from a woman, who many outside of this sub-culture might have considered an object of sexual abuse. As he walked away, he seemed embarrassed, but pleased by that kiss. Amazing...comfortable with grotesquely powerful fucking in front of everyone, but embarrassed by a kiss?

Jaimie went to the dressing room where she gladly accepted a couple of plastic enclosed ice pops, lubed them up separately and inserted them, "Aaaaah..."

Kees stepped into the room and handed Jaimie an envelope, "That was great kid. Really great. It was more than any normal show, and it was shared by a lot more people than usual. We should even develop some great photos of tonight. What I am trying to say is that you deserve a better reward. You can leave right now, and take this home. Uh, you might do some of those healing douches that you have told me about." Smiles. "Have a nice day off."

Kees added, an 'acting out' of his thanks for her substitution, a dramatization of his attempt to get the regulars back as soon as possible, and a pledge to get his own act together. Just as Jaimie was accepting his apology of excuses, he went on to say that it was nice to have 'someone additional who could do the show just in case'. She was momentarily exasperated by that last assumption, that is, until she looked into the envelope. There was her pay for the two guys that she did before the show, and, not the double, but a quadruple pay for the show. So, there at 9 PM and dressed and leaving at 11:00 PM. But she better understood his statement of many weeks ago, that 'some girls just do the show and leave'. Jaimie was thinking that only a rare person like Angie might even be able to consider continuing on into the night after such a show.

In keeping with his image as an excellent prostitute fisherman, Kees effectively reeled her out by getting Angie and the others back during the next week, assigning shows and other extreme duties to them, and letting Jaimie do the more ordinary clients. And then he hit her with another request to do the show, this time under the guise of her popularity. Applying flattery and another quadruple bonus got Jaimie to do her second 10 PM show with the Africans. And once again, Kees's special invitations to special members resulted in a crowded Aardbei. Unknown to Jaimie, Kees had asked the boys to not show the restraint that they showed at first and to stretch out the display and give Jaimie another ten minutes of fucking. Then, over the next two weeks, Kees was able to have Jaimie do the show four times (with each show slightly longer than the one before it). He really was having Jaimie reamed out, to prepare for some of his new plans for her.

Jaimie heard from Dave frequently. She knew that he was actually enrolled in the grad school now, had picked out his Fall classes and had a nice little place just off campus. But, those obtained goals just seemed to require maintenance money that would make the actual savings for future goals a slower process. On her own, Jaimie had come to the conclusion that, at least, another six weeks at Aardbei would be necessary. In addition to telling Dave that she should stay, at least, another six weeks, she did update him on her sexual adventures. Although, for some reason, she left out her new services that included some of the 10 PM shows. She really was unable to explain, even to herself, why she left out such information. She just did.