No.

'This doesn't turn me on. This doesn't turn me on." Finnie kept repeating in her head. 'Trent has changed now. I don't want to be with him any more.' She said, trying desperately to convince herself.

But it wasn't true. She was turned on. She wanted to be next. And she knew she needed to run.

The girls up front started to scream again as Trent jumped down to pick one. Finnie backed off, heading through the crowd, she bumped up against bodies, some fully dressed, some less than. Her head spun.

It was as if someone had released a gas into the room that was clouding her vision. But there wasn't. It was just sex. The sexual insanity of the situation was seeping into her brain. She heard the crowd start to chant "Down! Down! Down!"

Finnie hit a wall, and breathed hard. The lights flickered. 'Keep going' she told her self. She knew what would happen if she lingered. It was starting to happen already. Without any self-control she reached under her polka-dotted dress and slowly pulled her cotton panties down over her shapely legs, then off her toes. Her muff was so wet. She had to get out. 'Run' she thought to herself. 'Run!'

So she ran, but only made it a few feet until another person tripped her up and she went tumbling down to the ground. Finnie shook her head, trying to clear it. She looked up at the stage. Some goth girl with blue dreds was tied low to the ground, a speculum held her mouth open and Trent held his cock out, jerking it in that general direction.

Finnie reached for something to help her get her footing lift her up. But her hand met up with a nearby stranger's crotch. It was happening again. Finnie felt it grow under her palm and her pussy tingled. Soon the stranger had gotten the hint and his cock was inches away from her face.

Finnie told herself to ignore it and keep running as she parted her lips and invited it inside her mouth. The taste of stinking sex and flesh filled her throat and she started to bob. Before she knew it there were three more cocks surrounding here, pointed at her. She grabbed two with her hands, pulled her mouth of the one she was sucking and bobbed onto another one. It all came so easily. She wondered, 'Is this how MomChristine felt at her orgy?'

Finnie's mind still raced. Still told her to leave. She'd never had four cocks at a time before. The thought overwhelmed her, let alone the reality. As one of them men lifted her off the floor, her skirt flipping up exposing her ass and pussy, she found her footing and made a quick run for the door.

Outside The Candlelight, Finnie rested against a brick wall. Her small chest heaved. Her pussy burned with desire. Her throat was sticky with cum. She had to get away. She had to go home.

Finnie jumped in her car and started to drive. She ran into her hotel, into her room, through everything she had into her suitcase, not caring what she forgot and ran down to the desk.

"I'm checking out" she said, voice shaking, noticing the pretty clerk, wondering what would happen if she snuck behind the desk and demanded that the clerk lick her muff.

No time for that. She had to hit the road. 'A long night drive will clear my head' she thought and did just that. But after an hour on the road, her thoughts still weren't free from the grip of Trent and his wild sex. Those poor, lucky girls who he'd fucked, and how many had there been? She didn't want that to be her, in front of everyone, but she did, so badly. Her twat throbbed.

There was no question what to do when a rest area sign flittered by the car. Finnie pulled in and ran in. She had to finish. She had to rub herself off so she could concentrate again. And just like last time, thoughts of sneaking into the men's room filled her brain. But now she wasn't strong enough to resist.

The men's room was empty, dank, and just as nasty as the ladies' room. "Anyone in here?" Finnie heard herself shout. "I need to fuck!"

No answer.

So Finnie, **** as she'd ever been pulled her dress off over her head and plopped herself down on the sticky tile floor, completely nude, as her fingers found her clit and started to rub.

She thrust her hips into her fingers and rubbed and rubbed, her swollen clit throbbing, juices squirting on the floor around her and eventually let out a massive wail as she felt her self cum, her body tremble, her whole being explode.

And that would do it, she thought. She could get back into her car and go home with a clear head. But as she caught her breath, her fingers brushed against a hard nipple and she suddenly felt nothing more than the desire to cum again. Within moments she was on the floor again, on all fours, her hand reaching between her legs, her fingers rubbing at herself mindlessly. What had she become, she wondered. Did she care? It felt too good to give in.

She didn't even notice when someone finally entered the men's room.