dregs of human contact

You think back on the words of the magic store clerk as you lay in the congealing pool of viscous jizz, the gooey stuff all over you, still warm to the touch.

You then realize why your magical wardrobe hasn't returned. The heat of their contact is still there. You worry if you have it on too long the outfit may dissolve as it is supposed to under hot water for longer than five minutes.

You manage to open the elevator door slightly, surprised no one had tried to use the popular transportation while you lay glazed and confused. You then see why. The frat guys must have found an 'OUT OF ORDER' floor sign and placed it by the door as they left.

Eyes flicking around, you find the court awfully quiet. You decide to take advantage of this and slip out, seemingly naked but for your sparkly purple hi-tops. Quickly, you disappear into the lush ferns surrounding the elevator shaft. You crouch down, seemingly able to beat detection. The glade of ferns also border the court's large fountain and the surrounding pool of blue. You slip quickly into the two foot deep water, eager to cool down and rinse the mess from your body.

The water chills you as you disappear under it and swim submerged to the opposite end. You pull yourself back out and slap your slicked hair back. The few people nearby look puzzled as you pass them, dripping water to the floor. Puzzled but not shocked. You see the purple and black latex-like outfit has indeed reappeared. More confident now, you strut quickly down the mall corridor, still eager to see Xtina. You continue to daub yourself dry with a towel from a passing maintenance cart as you see a large crowd before you.

Xtina has just taken the makeshift stage as you approach the back of the crowd. You are still a couple of hundred feet away from your idol. You pout sweetly, wanting to be up front. Xtina and her dancers chase each other around the small stage as you hear her sing, "gimme some room, coming thru, me and the girls gonna shake the room."

Your reverie is interrupted by a familiar voice. "Hey, you cleaned up nice, cumslut."

The tips of your ears burn in shame as you turn to one of the football players who recently hosed you with his seed. "Gonna keep your clothes on this time, slut?"

The other three jocks devour you with their eyes as they realize you've rejoined them, tearing their boozy eyes from Xtina's onstage antics. "Hey, baby, want to sit on my ..shoulders? You'll see better," one of the basketball players tells her.

Poor judgement overrides your eagerness to see the show. You allow him to hoist you until you sit nearly ten feet in the air.

"Let's get her up front, boys," says your human ladder. "Rock, Brock, push us through," he tells the football players.

The big, brawny toughs easily do. The crowd parts, pissed and annoyed, but afraid to do anything about the man-mountains bulling through. In no time, you are practically eye to eye with Xtina from your seat on the basketball player's shoulders.

Xtina catches your adoring glance. She struts through the half-nude throng of nubian dancers, singing to you,.."I need that, uh, to get me off, sweatin' 'til my clothes come off!" She punctuates that verse by ripping off the translucent red quarter-length tee and tosses it to the wild crowd, leaving her lean torso clad in only a zebra-striped bikini top whose neckstraps crossed in an X below her neck.

Of course, one of your rowdy clan grabs the tossed garment, whirling it around like some war booty. But your focus is on Xtina as she makes her way ever closer to stage edge. .."Sweat drippin' off my body.." You watch her hands glide from her proud chest to her taut stomach until they find the miniscule pleats of her nine-inch long skirt of brown schoolgirl tartan. .."Dancin' getting a little bit naughty," she wails, flashing her bright red panties as she flails the skirt's little hem. "Gonna get drrty!" she growls as she takes your hand, pulling you onstage.

You are pleasantly surprised as she takes you in her arms. The crowd woops as they see your bare ass, the material invisible again from the contact on his shoulders. Xtina breaks her routine and raises your tube skirt to see the cause of the commotion. She makes a gesture of surprise, covering her fingers to her mouth, before she takes you close and frenches you. Your mouth accepts her orally, feeling a stud to match the diamond-encrusted nose stud that scrapes your button of a nose. She then pulls back and theatrically wipes at her mouth in delight. You gaze at her adoringly, her aquiline features still in your direction. You study her heavily made-up look of desire before she pulls you back towards her again, nearing the back of the stage. She launches into an extra verse of the video hit as she dirty dances with you, rubbing her lean muscled thigh into your crotch. With the expected results. Your panties disappear. Hoots come from the throng by the stage edge. Her fingerless gloves cause your top to look ripped as she slides her hands up and down your flanks.

Xtina leaves you to her dancers as she heads back to centerstage. The ebon-skinned men were bare-chested and ripped, their abs rippling as they gyrated around you as Xtina finished getting 'drrty'. As the dancers left the stage to let Xtina mellow with the chords from her newest single, they ushered you along with them. Of course, the sweaty men's rubbing had made your wardrobe completely invisible once again.

"My Lord! The little bitch is naked!" the tall man with the shaved head remarks as they round the stage divider. You self-consciously rub yourself between your legs, unable to quelch the electric tingle caused by the latex's chemical reaction as well as the excitement of being groped by Xtina in front of hundreds of her fans. "Oh, shut up and fuck me,will ya!" you cry, near tears as they stand dumb-founded around you.

"Anything for one of Xtina's fans," the tall one smiles as he undoes his trous and pulls everything off. You gasp at his length,only to gasp again as each dancer strips nude, save one.

"I don't know, this ain't right man," the hold-out says.

"Pretend she's your boyfriend and we'll let you take her up the ass," smiles the tall man as he slaps the still dressed man on the ass.

"Well, well, okay, man," he says. Of course he has the longest one of all. Down on all fours they have you, the now nude man laying pipe to your ass. Two of the men vie for your sweetly ovalled mouth. They both somehow win, the twin lengths battering at your tonsils. The limber dancers' bodies are able to lower themselves, along with you ,so their friends can bury their bones in the dripping wetness of your snatch as well as the silken valley of your boobs. The remaining man manages to slip his length into the top crevice of your bumcheeks.

Your mind is short-circuited in lust, not even able to comprehend the idea of seventy-two inches of black cockmeat sliding on or in your body. You just continue to buck and writhe as the men buffet your nubileness with their ever greasier meat.

"Man, this bitch is even dirtier than Xtina!" cries one man. "Such a cocksucking, assfucking little ho!"

As you continue under their six-way, Xtina's words drift back. "I am beautiful, no matter what they say, words can't bring me downnnn."

"Let's go guys," says the tall man, "we gotta get back out soon. Spray the hot little whore!"

"No problem here," says the ass-fucking man, she's so tight she's practically tearing my skin off!"

"Amen man." "Uh-huh" "Gonna noow!" they chime in unison.

The last in seem to be first to blast. The guy with his hot dog in your split buns pulls back, jetting sperm across your backside like he was putting a fire out with his cock. But the fire was burning down below. The breast man's cock sprayed all over your tits, making them drip like cow udders as you still wobble on your hands and knees. The assman shoots at the same time he feels his friend shoot your pussy full. The sensations travel through the thin skin separating the two holes. You feel so much come plaster your loins, you'd think it'd back up and blast out your mouth. But that wasn't to happen because the last two firehoses were going off simultaneously in your gullet. Caught unaware, you cough and lose the first two pints down your chin and over your jutting boobs. Then, like a trooper, you try to swallow the rest of the twin geysers of goo. The sweat from the hung six also drips on you as they pull out. Without them for support, you fall limply to the floor and roll to your back. The men quickly redress and run onstage on cue.

Cum seems to ooze from every pore as you lay there, stunned and surprised by the shadow above you. "Thanks for helping make the show a success," the platinum blonde with the dyed black braidtips says as she drops to her knees beside you. The next thing you know, Xtina is lapping black love from your overflowing cooze. Silently, she moves to your face. You open your mouth, expecting another girly frenchkiss. What is delivered is a mouthful of mancum, sucked by the songstress from your own muff.

The dancers continue to entertain the crowd while Xtina prepares to return from her break. "Whatever you might hear, it's really cum that is the best medicine for a singer's throat," she winks at you slyly as she stands back up. And then her saucy bubble ass disappears around the divider, resplendent in its' bright red thong.

"Where's our girl?"

You start as you recognise the voices even through your sex fog.

The jocks stumble around you, looking disappointed that someone has beaten them to their prize. "Damn, bitch, we give you a good seat, get you up front, and this is how you repay us? " asks Rock, slurring his words, chugging a beer from the backstage catering. So were the others. "Well, piss on you!" He undoes his fly and pulls out his half-hard cock. So do the others. "Yeah, piss on you!" the others say.

And then, unbelievably, your skin is scalded by four torrents of hot piss from the drunks. You want to get away, but you don't . Your short-circuited senses just buck your curves into the golden storm, crying and laughing as the drunkards defile your prone form with their piss. The hot liquid also serves to cleanse the cum from your body. On and on it seems to scald your curves.

"Hey, what's going on there?"shouts a voice from the backstage. The five of you spy a uniformed officer. The jocks run in different directions, confusing the man. You, meanwhile, stumble to your feet,naked. You also come to the sudden realization that your outfit has been removed by the long hot golden shower.

You run for the exit behind the stage as Xtina encores 'Drrty',"take it to the parking lot, I betcha somebody's gonna call the cops!"

You find yourself out in a dark corner of the parking lot. Two tourbusses sit there, as well as a taxi.