Edited by Quinn McMullen
This story was originally all together in one part. After many kind comments I have expanded several sections and divided it into three parts to make it easier for you the reader. All characters are at least 18 years of age. Special thanks to Quinn McMullen for all his efforts with editing. It was no small task!
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Dear Diary
Today is Wednesday
Ok, just had another big day. The day started with me sleeping in till one in the afternoon. I went outside and was assaulted by the heat. I decided to take a swim. I put my suit on and grabbed my cover-up and lo and behold there was a familiar card in the pocket. Immediately my plans for the day changed.
I jumped through the shower and went through my mom’s closet and found quite a few sexy outfits. Who is this lady? I opted for the one she was wearing the morning she was so drunk. Slipping it on it fit me rather well. Mom is a little heavier chested than me but apparently not by much. I always think of Mom as having such a great body. The fact I can wear her clothes kind of makes me feel good.
Anyway, I dolled myself up for the first time since that first date with Jake. I have to say I was stunning. Grabbing my clutch, I stuffed my key card, some cash, and the little card from Beth into it and started toward The Sun and Shade. I figured since I had a room number and a name this time, I could leave a message for Beth to contact me here. This whole no cell phone thing was a pain in the ass right now. If I can talk to Beth, I can get a message to Allie and have her come over. Then I will finally be able to talk to her. Oh, I know… I am brilliant!
I mustered all my confidence and walked briskly down the boardwalk to the little security station. I smiled my best smile as I asked to leave a message for Beth in Suite 2341. The officer typed on his keyboard for a minute. He informed me there was no Beth in room 2341. I furrowed my brow saying, maybe I have the room number wrong. He asked for the last name. I said I didn’t know it and just like that we had come full circle. I opened my clutch and pulled out the wad of cash and the card Beth had given me. My room key fell to the ground as I shuffled the things in my hand around. Oh, I corrected. She is in room 2314. The guard picked my key card off the ground with a puzzled look on his face.
“West Cove condos,” he asked
“Yes,” I said looking confused.
He chuckled and slid the card through the reader. I looked shocked when my face and name appeared on the screen.
“All the resorts are linked,” he said with a smile, “West Cove is a sister resort. You only need this one card to be able to get in for the day as a visitor. I see you have a credit card linked with it. You can also use it to shop at any of the Sun and Shade stores.” Then he pulled out a wrist band and asked me to hold out my arm. “You will need this since you don’t have a Sun and Shade Resort card. It’s good until six tonight. Make sure you leave before six and don’t forget to check out when you leave, or you get on the list.”
“The list?”
“You don’t want to be on the list,” he said, the corner of his mouth turning up a little.
“Yes sir,” I said, giving a little salute.
“So, take this path through the gate and just follow it until you see the visitor center. Stop and check in there and they will get you situated.” He hit a red button, there was a buzz then a click, and the gate swung outward.
It was like Disneyland for adults. I walked through the main gate and breathed in the mixture of sweet and salty smells. Everything was so vibrant and colorful. There were people everywhere with an energy of hopefulness and anticipation. The feeling that all your dreams could come true seemed to permeate the air. Everyone was smiling and laughing as they greeted one another. Heck, as they greeted me. They were like lifelong friends I hadn’t met yet.
Before I knew it, I found the visitor center where I was greeted by a bright-eyed brunette in an official-looking suit-wrapped mini skirt with a matching blazer.
“Good afternoon, my name is Lynda. May I be of assistance?”
“I hope so, I was told by the guard to check in here.” I held up my arm showing my wrist band. Then handed her my key card. She took it and swiped it.
“Great, she said, “and welcome, is this your first time at the Sun and Shade?”
“Yes,” I said. “It’s beautiful and there are so many people.”
“There is,” she agreed, “If you could answer a few questions for us, we can help shape your best experience here at the Sun and Shade.” She looked thoughtfully at her screen. “It looks like we have most of your information already. You’re staying at West Cove?”
I nodded.
“Are you a guest with anyone here at the Sun and Shade?”
“Not really, I met a few couples over the last week, one is Allie and Brett.” There was no recognition of the name on her face, so I continued. “The other is Beth and Rick room 2314. She gave me this card.”
I handed her ankara escort bayanlar the card with her name and room number on it. To my surprise, she flipped it over and ran it under a black light. The logo for Sun & Shade became visible.
“Neat trick,” I said.
She typed something into the computer, then looked up. “Are you married dating or single?”
“Single”, then after a second, I added, “I am a unicorn.” I felt more than a little silly hearing the word come from my mouth.
“Really?” she seemed to brighten as she looked up from the screen. “Are you here for the Running of the Bulls tomorrow night?”
“Um, I’m not sure what that is.”
Linda reached over and picked up a little flyer. On the cover was a woman dressed in a white bone corset. It was covered in elegant lace. The corset accentuated her hourglass figure and her ample chest. She wore white garters with seamed thigh highs and matching white lace boy shorts. She was covered by a sheer white gown. The fine lace and needlework were magnificent. The gown started at her neck, then flowed downward until it pooled at her feet. She had six-inch heels that looked like they were covered in diamonds. The masquerade mask she wore was also covered in lace and what looked like large diamonds. A beaded veil hung from the bottom of the mask obscuring everything, but hazel eyes framed with black eyeliner and long black lashes. Her eyes seemed to look through me. Her sandy brown hair was piled on her head which was accented by the rhinestone crown. A shiver ran through my body.
Behind the queen in the picture were several well-muscled men wearing nothing but studded leather harnesses and what looked like real bullheads with horns and everything.
Across the top of the brochure, it said, “The Running of the Bull’s Masquerade Ball.”
“Oh my,” I said continuing to look over the cover.
Linda continued, “You can find all the details in the brochure, but the basics are this. We hold this masquerade event four times a year, every fall, winter, spring, and summer. Every seventh year, however, during our summer run, we crown a new queen of the bulls.
“Is that why there are so many people here?” I asked.
“Yes, this year the event turns 49. Almost all our members return for this one specific event because we will be crowning a new queen. The resort even had to rent out all the available rooms from the other resorts to accommodate everyone. When the tropical storm hit it forced us to postpone the event until tomorrow. It’s a very exciting time and even guests are encouraged to attend and get involved.”
“Sounds like a crazy time.”
“Oh, it is.”
“So, what exactly is the running of the bulls?”
“Have you heard of the running of the bulls in Pamplona?”
I nodded.
“It’s based on that theme. Around nine tomorrow night all the women who are participating in the queen competition will gather on the main stage in our open-air pavilion. We limit the number of women competing to eleven. Nine of them are being selected through different competitions held over the last few days. Two of them are from a random drawing. The women who wanted to participate in the run, but were not a finalist gather to the right of the stage.
Then all the men who want to participate in the run, which is usually just about every one of them, are given a number. When their number block is called, they gather at the left of the stage.
On the center of the stage, there is a large round bed they cover in red velvet. It is divided into twelve sections like a giant pie. Each contestant stands in front of their pie peace. Then the current queen comes out and takes her place at the twelfth position.
At this point, twelve men, who were selected by raffle, move to the stage, one man standing by each of the women. Then at the sound of the horn, these women begin the event by giving the inaugural blowjob to the lucky twelve. They each have two minutes to get her man hard, put a condom on him, then turn around and assume the doggy position. The last woman to complete this task is eliminated. The only exception in this first round is the Queen. She cannot be eliminated. Once the remaining ten have attained the goal, the horn sounds.
“This is the signal for the men on the left side of the stage. They need to achieve an erection before they make their way to the stairs to begin their run. Once they are at the top of the stairs, they are to place a condom on, then lube up generously. They are then directed at random to one of the twelve contestants where he awaits his turn. After 30 seconds the horn sounds and the contestant’s current partner is replaced by the man behind him. Once replaced the men leave the stage and, if they are able, begin working their way through all the women to the right of the stage changing to the next partner every 30 seconds as the contestants do.”
The whole event usually takes between two and four hours, but tomorrow, because of the queen, it’s likely to take more than six. ankara esmer escortlar It’s a big stakes night.
“Sounds fun!” I quipped, “What if they need to pee?”
Linda laughed, “Don’t worry, the contestants are given a break every half hour for two minutes. They can use the bathroom then if they need to. There are also water and sports drinks provided to rehydrate. They just have to be back in place when the horn blows or they are disqualified.
“During this next phase, the girls self-eliminate until there are only three left, not including the current queen. Then that round is over and the next begins.”
“Self-eliminate? Why would they do that?”
“Well during a normal sexual encounter there are lows and highs with sex sometimes lasting for hours. In this case, because men only need to perform for 30 seconds, it’s pretty much a constant pounding for the women on the stage. Then when it becomes too much for them, they simply raise their hand. Once the other eight contestants are eliminated, we are left with three finalists and the queen.”
“Can the queen be eliminated in this round?”
“While her presence is more ceremonial than anything. If she lasts the longest, she doesn’t win again. She only passes the crown along. If she does tap out before the final contestant, however, then she is considered to be dethroned by the next queen. No former queen has been dethroned in the forty-nine years we have been doing this so to do it would be something if it were done.”
“Wow, almost fifty years. So, it’s more like bragging rights, the queen is basically saying “look, I can still hang with the best of them.”
“Exactly.” Now once they are down to the three finalists they proceed to the next round and the Twelve Bulls are brought to the stage. They are the ones wearing the masks in the brochure.”
“What’s special about them, other than being all muscles?”
“These twelve represent the cream of the crop when it comes to the male specimen. Only two of them are even club members. The rest are imported from the adult entertainment industry where they specialize in stamina. You need to be able to get and keep an erection easily.”
“Secondly, they need to measure up. These guys are blessed with both excessive length and girth.”
“Third they need to be able to pay close attention to what is going on and be able to respond and coordinate with the other men at a moment’s notice. These guys are packing some heat, and they need to be careful not to injure the women.”
“Once the round begins the girls now assume the doggie style position and will stay in those positions until the end of the contest. It makes it easier for the bulls to switch quickly between themselves as needed. In this final phase, there are no more breaks for the women. The guys rotate at their own pace in a clockwise manner. So as each bull mounts, there are two waiting to relieve him.”
“The last phase is usually over quickly, the beating these women take is impressive. Again, each contestant can tap out whenever they want. In the end, whoever makes it to the end either inherits the crown or takes it depending on if the former queen is still in the game.”
“Wow! That sounds crazy!”
“Oh, it is” Linda assured me.
Then a voice came from my left. “Are you going to buy a raffle ticket?”
I turned and saw Beth walking up to the little pavilion.
I looked at her dumbfounded, “What? To compete? That’s crazy!”
Beth continued. “I didn’t make the cut this year, but I could still get in with the raffle. The odds aren’t great with over three hundred entries. But you would have a good chance.”
“Me, why do I have a better chance?”
Linda spoke up over her laptop. “Because your odds are currently one in three,” she said with a wink. The two names that are drawn for the raffle are from one woman who is in a relationship, that’s the blue raffle ticket, and one unicorn, that’s the purple ticket”.
“So, there are only two Unicorns here?”
“No mam, there a quite a few, but only two have decided to enter.”
“So how can I compete, the guard said I had to leave by six?”
“Oh, easy, you just need to have one of your friends sign you in as a guest. Outside visitors must leave, but guests have full resort access as long as their sponsor is here.”
“Beth stepped up to the counter.” Hey Linda, “I would like to sign my friend here in as a guest. Oh, and she will take one raffle ticket.” Beth gave me a wink.
Once I was done at the visitor center Beth gave me a tour. The place was huge. She took me over to the outdoor pavilion. They already had the stage set up and were in the process of setting up chairs. Beth said they would be able to fit almost two thousand people inside.
I asked about Allie and Brett, and she told me they were around, but she hadn’t seen them yet today.
Beth then informed me that I needed a costume for the ball. She took me over to the Sun and Shade costume shop. It was huge. In the front window sincan grup yapan escortlar of the shop was the queen’s costume. It was even more beautiful in real life.
We entered the shop and we looked at several simple masks and sexy outfits. Then I saw it. It was in a glass case near the back of the shop. It was a red and black leather outfit covered in buckles and straps similar to the one worn by Harley Quinn. The main difference was it was crotchless and the corset went under the breast leaving them open and exposed. The mask was a red leather bull mask that seemed made for a queen. I pointed at it and said that one would be perfect. Beth pointed at the price tag, six thousand dollars.
“I asked if she thought they did rentals.”
Beth laughed and said, “No, probably not.”
We continued shopping, but nothing stood out and the late night was starting to catch up with me.
I told Beth I thought I would head back and lie down for a bit and maybe come back over later in the evening.
She asked if I wanted her to let Allie know I was here, but I said no that I would see her tonight when I came back, or tomorrow for the party and it would be a surprise.
So now I sleep
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Dear Diary,
Yup, still Wednesday,
I took a short nap then decided I wanted to go check on Mr. Beach and maybe catch the sunset with him. I haven’t been able to get him out of my head today. I still felt bad that I had been cruel to him. Tonight, I thought I would even walk him back to his condo. I did have an ulterior motive, I hoped to run into Maria, but I did want to check on Mr. Beach. I wondered if there was anyone here kind of keeping an eye on him.
I arrived at the gazebo around the same time I had yesterday, and just like yesterday, he called up as I topped the small hill.
“Virginia?” He called.
“Hey Mr. Beach, it’s me.”
“Oh, he said sounding confused again. Have we met?”
“We met yesterday,” I got closer and saw recognition in his eyes.
“Oh yes, the nice lady with Virginia’s eyes. Call me Bruce”
“That’s me, Mr. Beach, Oh and that reminds me, I saw the green flash and Maria saw it too.”
“You did, he sounded genuinely excited.”
Then he told me more stories about Virginia and their children. How this used to be the only resort on this key. They had picked it because you could see the sunrise and set from here.
It wasn’t long though until he stood. “Well, I got to be going, it’s time to get back. Did you want me to walk you back to the condo?”
“Yes,” I said, trying to sound as excited as I could. “I want to get back before the weirdos come out.”
Mr. Beach looked into my eyes as he smiled, “Gods you have her eyes.”
With that, we walked back, and I watched the sun drop further and further. I realized that the sun was going to be setting just about the time we reached his front door. I kept watching the horizon trying to determine whether we should slow down or speed up. Mr. Beach never looked he just kept a constant pace.
We arrived just about the same time as the sunset. Although I didn’t see it. I found myself staring into Mr. Beaches’ eyes as he stared into mine. I saw the love he felt for her, and it was overwhelming. A single tear rolled down his cheek and he thanked me. He turned and opened the sliding door and walked inside. I followed.
He asked if I wanted some water or something. I said sure and watched as he pulled a glass from the cupboard and put it under the faucet. While he did that I walked over and pulled two chairs from the little kitchen table and moved them in front of the slider that overlooked the water.
I sat down and invited Mr. Beach to sit down when he handed my glass of water to me. The moon and stars had appeared as we sat there in the dark looking out the screen door. It was so peaceful, we didn’t speak.
I finished my water then stood, walked to the kitchen putting my glass in the sink. I returned to Bruce where he was still sitting and looking out the window eyes fixed on the moon.
I felt all the hair on my arm stand up.
I slid to my knees in front of him and unfastened his shorts. Only then did he snap out of his trance to look down at me. I made sure I caught his eyes with my own and held them as I reached into his shorts. I wrapped my fingers around him, but he didn’t seem to respond to my touch.
He began to protest, but I shushed him gently asking, “Do my eyes look familiar?”
“Yeah,” he said dreamily. “They are Virginia’s eyes.” When he said her name, my mouth felt the life begin to return to him.
It took a long time, but when he was ready, I straddled him on the chair. I placed his hands on my hips and felt he still had strength in them. His face only inches from mine, I never let my eyes break contact with his.
“Virginia?” he asked,
“Yes, Bruce”
“God, I miss you”
“I miss you too”
I rode him as tears rolled down his cheeks. My movement was slow, and unhurried. He called her name one more time as he climaxed, then sobbed when we were done, I let my tears mix with his. I helped him to bed and tucked him in. He thanked me and before I left the room, he was asleep.
When I got back to the condo Maria was sitting outside the door. She looked up and smiled. She was radiant.