"Junk mail, junk mail," you thought, wading through all the garbage cluttering your mailbox. "Never anything but bills and adds." Then something catches your eye, and add yes, but.
'The Hell Hole Club. A special club for gentlemen of special tastes. Come participate in our Beerbelly Darts tourney held every sunday night.'
Slowly a big grin spreads across your face. It couldn't be, but you have to go find out. The rest of the week creeps along, you impatient for the time to come. Finally it is sunday and off you go, knowing that it can't be what you think but too lost in the hope that it could be to not go.
The address is in a very run down part of town, almost abandoned, the architecture, gothic in its somber mood. You walk towards the bar. There are no other establishments open and the only light cast by a flickering streetlight and the uncanny red glow of light from the windows of the Hell Hole Club.
The door creaks open and a chill goes through you as you step in. It is not a large place and dimly lit, half the light coming from a roaring fire in a huge fireplace. There are not many patrons and most of them look like they live here, what with their unkept appearance. A small bevy of beautifull young women however imediately catch your eye. They are all clustered together, excitedly but quietly chattering with each other. Feeling very bold you go to sit with them and they welcome you.
"Hi!'" says the gorgeous blond slyly, that you sit beside. "Are you a regular here?"
"No. Actually it's my first time." You respond. "I saw the add for the dart competition and had to come and see what it was all about."
The waitress comes with a huge tray filled with big mugs of beer and the girls quickly remove them and refill the tray with empties. Zestfully they start pouring the beer down their throats.
"We're here for the free beer," explains a lovely redhead. The other girls nod their heads vigourously while gulping down even more.
"You get free beer?" you ask.
"Yup!" says another pretty lady. "All the beer we can drink. And we can drink a lot!" The girls all laugh and agree. The pretty one who spoke loosens her belt.
"Good idea." Someone says and they all start loosening their belts, undoing buttons, and unzipping zippers. The gorgeous blond beside you turns to face you then makes a special show, just for you, of first rolling up her shirt to tuck it just under her ample breasts. Then enticingly she snaps the botton on her cutoff jeans and slowly lowers the zipper, lowers it all the way so you can see that she's not wearing anything underneath. Her exposed stomach and belly round before you, her navel round and deep.
Boldly she reaches out to take your hand and she guides it to rest over her navel. You feel the depth of her abdomen through the warmth and softness. She smiles wonderfully at you and jiggles your hand on her belly and you feel the beer slosh about inside her. She holds your hand there and purring asks you, "Would you like to get inside here? Would you like to let this out? Would you like to see me sqirt?"
You are speechless. You don't know what to say. You see the bar manager coming over and realize your mouth is hanging open in amazement. You shut it and remove your hand from the blonds belly, but not without just a tad of resistance from her.
"Excuse me sir," says the manager, "but I need to coach the ladies for the beerbelly dart competition this evening. Could you wait at the bar? It won't be long now."
"Of coarse." you demure, and get up and look at the ladies as you go to the bar. They continue to consume vast quantities of beer while the manager speaks quietly with them. They giggle and stare at the manager and get drunker and drunker. They look at you lustfully and nod their heads. All the while their abdomens get bloated from all the beer they are imbibing. Every one of them by now has her pants unzipped all the way and her shirt rolled up as far as possible. Their bellies jiggle and slosh about.
The manager comes to join you at the bar. "I presume you are here for the beerbelly dart competition?" You nod your head. "OK. As I believe this is your first time I will explain the rules to you. "
"The winner of the competition is the one who can get the most darts the closest to the target. There are four of you in the competion today and you will each have three darts. As there are seven girls, as a bonus prize the victor will win the remaining three girls. You were the last to arrive so you will throw last." The manager gets up as if to leave.
"Ah. Excuse me. I have a couple of questions." You state.
"Yes, but make it quick." the manager replies. "We have to get the show underway."
"Just what is the target?" You ask, hoping the answer will be what you want to hear.
"Why, the girls navels of coarse!" The manager looks at you strangely. "What did you think?"
You take a deep breath. Your excitement almost getting the better of you. "And what is the prize?"
"You get to have your way with the girls. Anything you want. Absolutely anything!" Replies the manager. "Also." He smiles wickedly at you.
"Yes?" you prompt.
"You get to leave." The manager laughs evilly, then walks away. Your spine shivers.
The girls get led stumbling over to a clear area. The bar patrons move to sit where they can more easily watch. You are beaconed over by the manager along with the other participants. The first man is instructed to pick a girl. He picks one that you hadn't paid much attention to and she is moved to stand in front of a cork wall.
She wobbles a bit before settling into a posture that exposes her belly to the maximum. She is clearly excited as she breaths deeply, her large high breasts straining through the skimpy cloth of her blouse.
The first participant is clearly drunk. In fact you are the only one who hasn't drunk anything. All the other participants are at the least tipsy.
The first goes to the line and squints at the girls belly. He takes his first dart and throws it clumsily and misses the girl completely. The disappointment on her face is clear. He readies his second dart and throws. The girl squeals! And looks down at the dart lodged deep in the nipple of her left breast. She looks up at her man and lets out a short giggle and then gets a stupid look on her face.
He throws the third dart and with an audible POP!, it peirces her belly two inches below her navel! She squeaks! She holds her pose as a trickle of blood starts its way down. You look closely, and sure enough there is a thin but strong spray of yellow liquid squirting out of her belly!
The manager requests that you bring her to the side to make room for the next. You go to her, put one hand on her shoulder and the other hand cups the dart in her belly and touches where it impales her. You feel the warmth of the blood leaking out of her and the spray of the beer sharp. You lead her to one side and lay her down on her back. She puts one of her hands down her pants and starts to masturbate while her other hand starts to play with the dart in her belly. As she lays there you see a thin geyser of beer going straight up out of her belly.
The second participant has picked his girl and led her to stand in front of the cork wall. This fellow doesn't look very drunk. She steadies herself but has the look on her face of a deer caught in the headlights of an onrushing truck.
He throws, POP! She gasps as the dart sinks into her stomach just below her chest. He throws again, and she shreaks! She looks down to see the dart imbeded deep inside her clit! She looks back up just in time to see him throw the last dart.
The audience applauds as with another POP! the dart plunges deep into her navel! She gasps hugely and arches her back such that all can easily see the darts sticking deep inside her. Twin fountains of beer spray mixed with her blood! She sinks to her knees then lays on her back and is dragged to one side. She takes hold of the dart impaling her clit and the dart impaling her navel and moaning and squirming, works them around inside her.
The third girl is already in place and the man seems to be treating the darts more like shuriken than darts. He gets into a martial arts stance then his hands blur! POP! POP! POP! Three jets of beer jut out from her belly as the three darts penetrate her in a triangle around her navel. Each dart two inches from her center. Three trickles of blood flow as she falls to the ground.
"Your turn." Says the manager as he points to the girls waiting with curious looks of both lust and horror on their faces. "Go pick the girl you want to throw darts into."
As you walk towards them your choice is obvious, the gorgeous blond. She's been eyeing you all evening while rubbing her tummy and looks like she really wants this. You really want her as she is one of the most beautifull women you have ever seen!
"I knew you'ld pick me." she says happily as you touch her belly, putting one finger inside her deep soft navel. "You are going to see me squirt!" She says with a little girl voice.
You lead her to the wall but she stops and gives you a big kiss, her tongue thrusting deep into your mouth. She pulls away and says, "After you throw darts into my tummy, I want you to fuck me while I bleed to death."
You hesitate, then say, "I don't know if you would actually die from just a few darts!"
"Then you'll just have to push them in deeper!" She says to you smiling beatificly. "My name is Betty."
"Just a minute." Betty says and picks up a mug of beer from a table and pours it down her throat. Then she drinks another, followed by a third.
She pats her belly. "There, that's better. Now I'm sure to squirt real well!'
She spreads her arms wide and her legs a bit. She arches her back to streatch her bloated belly to the maximum. The look on her face one of pure lust. "Go ahead. Do it! Burst my belly!" she whispers huskily.
As you ready your darts you notice the waitress standing to one side with a funnel and a huge jug of beer. She winks at you.
You steady yourself. You focus on Bettys beer filled belly. Her beautifull navel begging to be penetrated by your dart. You throw!
POP! The dart pierces her stomach two inches above her navel. She flutters, "Oh Yes!" she gasps. Blood and beer sqirt out from inside Bettys body in a thin steady stream! She looks into your eyes and smiles.
You ready your second dart, trying not to be distracted by the furious erection straining to get out of your pants. You throw!
POP! The dart penetrates her belly two inches below her navel and a second small fountain of beer immediately juts out as Betty quivers and sighs, "Oh Wow!" She stares at you. The look in her face insanely excited!
The bar is silent as you ready your third dart. Betty holds her pose, takes a deep breath, then holds the breath and forces down with her chest to put the maximum strain on her belly. The two thin jets of beer and blood instantly get twice as long as her belly strains to burst. You throw!
POW! The dart plunges deep into the center of her navel and her belly seems to explode! With a sound like a balloon deflating, beer and blood gushes out! "GHAAHG! AH! Ohhh..." Betty gags! You look into her face to see her drooling, her tongue hanging out, her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. Her whole body quivering, she sinks to the ground, her belly gurgling out its geyser of blood and beer a full two feet into the air!
You rush to her, knowing that you have won, and rip off her shirt, exposing her beautiful breasts. You pull off her cutoff shorts and look at her increadibly sexy naked body as she spreads her legs for you. You unzip and enter her and start to fuck her wildly!
Betty gags out as she is being fucked, "Betty... squirt!"
The three girls who have already had darts thrown into them remove their clothing and slide close to you. You take the darts sticking inside of them out, only to repeatedly jab them back in, puncturing their bellies over and over, creating new fountains of blood and beer! The three fresh girls come over excitedly to be close to you in case you want to play with them.
The waitress puts the funnel she was carrying into Bettys mouth and pours the whole jug of beer into her, to keep her full.
"More!" Gags Betty. "Push them in more!" She begs.
You feel yourself coming. The waitress tells you, "Go ahead. You've got all evening for the rest!"
Your body arches with the first moment of orgasm! You put the palm of your hand over the dart in her navel and Betty nods her head desparately. You push down hard! Driving the dart deep inside Bettys body and with a WHOOSH! Bettys belly bursts wide open and blood and beer and your come flood all over the place as you come and come and come...
The evening is long...
Peter