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The $$$$$s take turns riding their cocks in front of me.After we are through fucking Master and Cunny, They untie and I get a great tan and go to sleep.The next morning I wake up to the life style of spending hours working at a local café, sitting at a full breakfast table and reading in the crowded restaurant. It's really beginning to feel good. I feel a strong urge to run, but I haven't realized for a while that I'm standing in front of one of the local high schools. I'm standing at the big stage with my back to the audience, just as every year. I sort of run beside them in a genial fashion, making room for them. I see a glimpse of a smile crossing their lips. They all say very nice things about their sophomore year, about their high school experience and so on. After breakfast, it's back to the stage. Here, they take turns stretching out across the stage at the high school. A local coach, his wife and daughter are there. They are strong and muscular and look good. After a while, the lips of the audience reaches my ear and a familiar "laugh" starts to come from my ear. It's a teenage cheerleader from the high school. A bright smile spreads across her face as she sees me. She turns to her daughter and says softly in her ear, "How was your summer?" "Well, it was fun being with you and your friends, but being with you was a little something different," her daughter tells her.

"Well, let's go to our cabin this weekend to try and find some more friends." The cheerleader nods. The coach, his wife and daughter leave the stage with the rest of the crowd. It's a little after midnight and the game is on. The boys and girls are still talking and drinking beer and eating pussy. My half-aroused state of arousal makes it difficult for me to concentrate. As always, my half-aroused state is a beautiful thing. It means I have to keep control of myself. But I have had enough of this. Besides, it's the adrenaline that makes the sex so much more exciting. It makes me crave the deep red rim of anally penetrate with little sticks and feathers and what the hell, I'm probably going to do it anyway. It's the proverbial "59 times worse" type of experience. I can't resist the urges. After a while, the girls decide not to stay. They want to be with Master.

The coach's wife and daughter announce they're not interested. The boys are having fun anyway. Curl up and have some fun, but it's not the same without the intensity. And, of course, the sideshows and house parties don't work anymore. Old friends and new acquaintances alike have stopped inviting me and have become accustomed to my presence. There are just too many people now. I used to be able to "find" people like this, but not anymore. It's too scattered. It's not unusual to see me on the corners of the clubs, in the all-girls' rooms, but the rest of the time, the general public is gone. The atmosphere has become howling, hell-fire-blue. Gang bangs, shootings, stragglers, disappointed, burned out hope. It's the distraction of the party that makes the sex more fascinating. Even the men are lost in the lust. The rape, the damn torture, the orgies gone. The years of hard work, the drugs....