Taken by strangers

[juliexxx]

I'd love to hear a story where a married girl shows her panties to a group of 5 guys in a bar during the course on an evening. Each guy circles past her, touching her each time.

As the night draws on, the touching becomes more intimate and in the end they lead her outside and take her.

Kisses Juliexxx

 

[Quasimodem]

a story where a married girl shows her panties to a group of 5 guys in a bar

And she does it because:

1) . She's a Victoria Secret salesperson?
2). She had buritos for supper, and the gas is blowing her dress above her waist
3). She's conducting a most intriguing consumer survey to name new lingerie colours.
(Best response so far is fuzzy pussy peach!)

 

[Axeltheswede]

I kind of like the "buritos" idea. There must be some flatulence fans among fetish practitioners.

Otherwise, it sounds like a fairly typical "Loving Wives" story. Her exhibitionism turns on hubby and the gang of five. She pulls the train, as the Hell's Angels used to refer to it.

Maybe by adding the action of her dropping "short rounds" during the gangbang, would make it fresh, or not so fresh, as the situation dictates.

 

[Guest]

There must be some flatulence fans among fetish practitioners.

Yes! They can't all be "dumb asses".

 

[Tatewaki]

"Men don't make passes at girls who spew gases."

-T

 

[Axeltheswede]

Maybe instead of a gangbang, the five guys could do the ceremony where they induct her into "The Order of the Purple Flame".

On a more serious note: juliexxx, a scroll through the "Loving Wives" category should yield more than a few stories very similar, if not spot on, to your request.

It is not that we didn't take your idea seriously. It was that evil Quasimodem that got us sidetracked.

 

[Bob Waters]

Kind of off topic, but many moons ago when I was a callow youth, I was in Maine for 2 weeks with the folks. Being an only child, I was allowed to bring along my best friend 'Bill' (Named changed to protect the not-so-innocent).

We had our own room (no, it's not a gay male story) with a small TV. We were laying in bed (2 twin beds, sheesh!) watching Saturday Night Live (the Bill Murray years - hey, I'm old).

Anywhoo, we were laying there in our underware, as guys will do and 'Bill' says, "Hey, watch this." He rolls his ass up in the air and farts. He then flicks his lighter and a big blue ball of flame shoots up between his legs like a Daisy Cutter taking the top off an Afgan mountain. Luckily he had his tightie whities on or he would have singed his balls bare.

The best part was the look on his face, he had no idea it would actually work, he thought the whole 'light your farts' thing was a joke, an urban myth type of thing. Or it could have been my mons horrible cooking.

 

[Axeltheswede]

No myth, Bob. Methane gas is methane gas. It ignites the world over.

My "Purple Flame" days were in the Boy Scouts (heaven forbid anything even hinting of homosexuality there). If memory serves, various foods produced different results. Quasi's burrito feast would "light up the night".

Former farmboys in the Army claimed they lit up the pasture by lighting cow farts. They called it "Rocket Cow".

Back to the thread. Did juliexxx find the story she was looking for?

 

[Quasimodem]

Rural Legend: Circa 1920's - Passed to me as a True Story.

The hired man was housed on the top floor of a particular farmhouse. As there was no plumbing, he would have a rather long walk to the outhouse. Especially onerous in mid-winter. As a concession to nature, he was issued with a chamber pot for his particular use, but was told if he used it, he had to clean it.

At first, it appeared that this hired man had a tremendous bladder. All through the summer, he was never seen emptying the thunder mug.

Came the winter, by February, his secret was out. A huge yellow icicle had formed from the evestrough, directly below his window.

This is the same farm house where the three brothers conducted evening contests to see who could produce the biggest ‘big blue ball of flame'. All went well, until one night when the eldest son had saved up a tremendous backlog of menthane. When it was released, the fireball produced was so big and hot that it shattered the glass chimney on the oil lamp. And burned the hair off Number One Son's ass.

Everybody in that rural community had a favourite story about that particular family. Not - as far as I could learn - that anyone was disgusted. Far from it. It seems, considering the dearth of entertainment in a small town in the 1920's, the family was considered a most entertaining addition to the community.