Hershey's Thusdays
by Kristen Kathleen Becker
May 15th 1999
This story describes sexual acts and should be considered adult entertainment.
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Hershey's Thursdays
by Kristen Kathleen Becker
May 15th 1999
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LOOKING FOR LOVE IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES. WISCONSIN!
Maya felt a little queasy as she watched the women
tugging at each other's hair in a desperate attempt to
overpower their opponent. Everyone was cheering them
on, as usual.
She often wondered how much Hershey's syrup the club
used every Thursday during this event.
The two women where covered from head to toe in chocolate,
you couldn't even see where their bikini's ended
and their skin started.
Maya was startled for a moment when the man next to
her shouted encouragement to his favorite wrestler.
She looked sideways at the man sitting next to her,
idly speculating on what he might be like in bed.
As the man enthusiastically jumped up shouting at the
top of his voice, Maya noticed that he was hard, she
could see that he was aroused.
She looked back at the action where the women were
tussling in the big oversized wading pool full of
Hershey's syrup. They were tearing at each other in
earnest now. Maya could see one of the women pull away
as the other one tore her bikini top loose and held it
up triumphantly.
That brought roars of approval from the spectators,
but you couldn't really make out any details, the
chocolate was smeared all over their bodies and had
seeped under the material of the swim suits making
both of them all brown.
Maya was glad that Murphy's had the Hershey's wrestling
matches each Thursday night, it really brought the guys
in and that's what it was all about, wasn't it! She
almost never went home alone on Thursday nights.
The feeling of nausea shot through her gut again making
her double over slightly. Pregnant at 38 and she didn't
even know who the father was. Maya knew that she was
going to have to change her lifestyle soon, but partying
had become almost a way of life for her.
Life had been one big party since she had moved out of
her parents house at 28. It had almost become a routine
-- get off work at 5:30 each afternoon, home for a
quick shower and change and then hit the clubs. Her
favorites were either Murphy's or Charlie's Forever
because both clubs gave a girl the best chance of being
picked up.
She mentally cataloged the men she'd had over the past
10 years, what was it? It was important to keep track,
if a girl didn't know whom she'd slept with, well --
then she was no better than a slut. It was just that
with so many years of parties and men behind her, it
was getting harder to keep track. It must be 266 she
thought. Yes, 266 was the exact number of men she'd had
sex with.
Maya was jostled by the man sitting next to her, in his
exuberance he'd accidentally shoved against Maya making
her spill her beer in her lap.
She screamed at him, "Dammit, you fucker! Look, what
you've gone and done!" she screamed at him. Standing,
she swung on him, hitting him squarely in the right eye
with her small fist.
The man fell back into his seat holding his head and
looked up at her in surprise.
Maya jumped in surprise as big beefy black hands
gripped her biceps from behind. Seymour's raspy voice
spoke quietly in her ear, and she realized that she'd
broken the house rules about violence and struggled to
get loose from the bouncer's hands.
"Okay Maya! You know the rules, either you take it to
the ring or you leave the club and don't come back for
a month," the bouncer said with a wide smile on his
shiny black face.
Maya knew that she'd put herself in hot water by striking
a fellow patron, but she complained anyway. "That
bozo knocked my beer out of my hand and all over my
lap, how'd you take something like that Seymour?" Maya
looked up at the big hulk of a man noticing his bloodshot
eyes and white teeth in the darkened audience
area.
"Rules is rules Maya, whasit gonna be?"
"Fuck, he's too big... it's not fair, " Maya whined.
The two women in the ring had finished the match when
the topless one had finally given up. Many of the crowd
had begun to leave since it was almost 2 a.m. and on a
weekday too.
Looking at the few customers that were still hanging
around Maya thought to herself, 'What the fuck, this
could be fun. I've wanted to jump in there more than
once, and Hershey wrestling with a guy might be
interesting,' and at closer inspection he wasn't all
that bad looking.
"All right Seymour, if he wants to get messy, I'm
game."
The man stood and said, "You owe me, I ought to knock
your block off for what you did."
Seymour turned to the man and said, "Take it into the
ring or shut up. I don't like men who threaten women.
Now whasit gonna be, you in or out?"
The man looked at Maya and said, "I don't have a swim
suit, and I don't think she does either."
"Not to worry, we got those in the back, go on and get
changed, I think the late crowd's interested in this
grudge match." Seymour looked around at the growing
crowd. He was enjoying himself, this sort of thing
didn't normally happen, and besides it had been almost
a year since the last male-female match, and that had
definitely been fun to watch.
Maya sat on the chair in the dressing room wondering
what she had gotten herself into. 'This is probably the
stupidest thing I've ever done,' she thought, as she
felt another shooting pain run through her midriff.
But there was no way she was going to back down now,
and besides this was probably the last time she'd be
showing off for a long time. Once she got big with the
baby she'd probably have to stay home all the time.
"God I need a drink," she mumbled to herself as she
stripped.
Within a few minutes Maya entered the main room to
appreciative shouts from the audience. One thing Maya
could be sure of was that men liked her body, even at
38 it was great looking. She strutted barefoot down
the narrow aisle to the chocolate filled wading pool
in the middle of the room.
Hamming it up, Maya posed for the crowd. To her surprise
there seemed to be more people than before. She
didn't really care, maybe she'd had a little too much
to drink that night, but whatever it was, this was a
real turn-on to be standing in a tiny bikini in front
of a crowd so close up.
Then the catcalls started as the man came trotting down
the aisle toward Maya. She was pleasantly surprised --
he was well muscled and although there was a little
pouch around his waist he looked good.
His name was Mel, and according to the announcer he
was an accountant from New Jersey. Maya was introduced
and the couple stepped into the wading pool.
It was a strange feeling to step barefooted into 6
inches of lukewarm chocolate syrup. The syrup closed
over her toes and surrounded her ankles. She playfully
kicked syrup at Mel, splashing some on his swimsuit.
Maya noticed that he was hard again, bulging under his
suit, and she couldn't help saying, "Is that a gun
you've got in there," pointing at his bulging crotch,
"or are ya just happy to see me?"
Sure it was an old cliché, but the crowd roared with
laughter and even Mel smiled back at her. Then he stepped
up to Maya and grabbed her hair in his fist. She
was totally shocked by this move, not knowing what to
expect; this wasn't something that she was prepared
for.
Mel bunched her hair in his fist even tighter, almost
painfully, as he pushed Maya to her knees in the pool
of chocolate. She reached up trying to loosen his hold
on her hair, but she wasn't strong enough.
The crowd was laughing and cheering their encouragement
to him now. Maya was forced onto her hands and knees
with Mel standing over her. Then without warning he let
go of her hair and sat on her back forcing her face
down into the syrup.
Things happened quickly after that. Maya pulled her
face up from the pooled chocolate sputtering and cursing,
but was given only long enough to spit syrup from
her mouth and cough, then Mel was down on top of her
again, this time hugging her to him.
They wrestled around slopping chocolate syrup over the
pool's edge, Maya kept trying to find a handhold, she
wanted to teach this beast a lesson, but she couldn't
seem to make any headway. She ended up just holding on
to Mel's thrashing body as he rolled them over and over
in the sweet brown syrup.
Maya could tell that Mel was putting on a show for the
crowd, he was in control and she was only able to respond
to his moves while trying to keep her head above
chocolate level.
Then it happened; Maya felt Mel's larger body on top of
her smaller frame. She panicked, her only thought was
to keep her head above the syrup level, but then she
felt Mel's arm cradling her head, and his hips begin to
push at her.
At first this relieved her of her fear of drowning in
chocolate, but the feeling of relief didn't last for
long.
They were totally covered with chocolate syrup from
head to foot, and all the audience could really see at
first was two syrupy people thrashing around in the
pool, it was hard to tell who was who, and what they
were doing.
But Maya knew what he was doing! Mel was holding her
down in front of the crowd and humping her, holding her
chocolate covered hair tightly, making sure that she
couldn't move. She could feel his erection pressing
against her as he moved on top of her.
What happened next is a perfect argument against drinking
too much alcohol. Nothing like this could have
happened if the people in the room hadn't been drinking
all night, and if they hadn't been enjoying the sight
of semi-clad women covered in chocolate all night too.
Mel began to hump on top of Maya making it obvious what
he was doing. Maya could only push at him, trying to
dislodge him, then someone in the crowd shouted, "Fuck
her man! Fuck, her!"
Maya started to struggle under her opponent now, to
kick out and push at him desperately. Then another
person in the crowd yelled, "C'mon fuck her Mel, do
it!"
Then almost everyone around the struggling couple
started to chant, "Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her..."
Maya was almost dazed by what was happening. She could
even hear women's voices in the crowd, demanding that
her opponent screw her. She was fighting him with all
her strength now, but he was too slippery for her to
successfully grip him, and his strength was too much
for her.
Then she felt her attacker fumbling between them, and
as they struggled -- him on top of her. Maya felt his
fingers at her chocolate covered pussy opening.
Panic! 'What the hell did he think he was doing?'
She wanted to scream, but all she could do was pant as
she struggled under his larger body pressing her down
into the syrup.
The chanting grew louder -- Maya hoped that the club
management would do something to stop this. But at that
moment she felt Mel sink into her unprotected sex. He
must have pulled his chocolate cover cock out and now
he was fucking her! She felt momentary pain as her
opening stretched to accommodate him.
'God how could this be happening to me, how could these
people let him do this to me!' She wondered. She stopped
struggling and as she did the crowd went quiet.
The only sound in the room was of Mel thrusting into
his victim, splashing chocolate with each downward
thrust, and the sound of Mel's grunts of satisfaction
as he ground himself into her helpless body.
It seemed like it went on forever; the spectators
watching her being publicly fucked in a pool of chocolate
syrup, but it was probably only a minute or two.
Maya didn't know what to do, nothing like this had ever
happened to her before. She lay under Mel's thrusting
body accepting his attack numbly.
Mel was so worked up, that when he felt his opponent
stop struggling he began deep thrusts into her and the
combination of the bizarre circumstances and the sensation
he was experiencing fucking Maya brought him to
an intense orgasm.
Grunting loudly as he came in her, Mel thrust away
savoring each spasm as he jetted his come deep into
his vanquished opponent.
After he was through coming, he sensed the quiet crowd
watching. Self-consciously he pulled out of the
splayed female body under him. And as his shrinking
dick pulled free from her well-fucked, chocolate
covered pussy he noticed his white come smeared between
Maya's thighs and around her sex.
Without thinking, Mel joked loudly, "Gee, we could make
smores!"
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Thank you "Professor" Stephen
(c) May 1999 Kristen Kathleen Becker -
email:Kristen078@hotmail.com
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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