Date: Fri, 18 Apr 2003 16:02:18 EDT
From: Lacey
Subject: Lacey's World/008a/ Gay Pride Day

Lacey's World
008a/ Gay Pride Day

The usual disclaimers apply. Don't read any further if you are offended by
sexual subject matter. Don't even look at this story if anal sex is illegal
in your country.  Finally if in doubt, simply don't. Otherwise read on
baby. What you read is true. Only the names have been changed to protect
the innocent!


Chapter Eight.      Gay Pride Day


	Angie and I were talking the other day about what I am doing,
writing my memoirs in here. She happened to remind me of the day we went
down to Brighton for Gay Pride Day on one particular year - we normally go
each year if we can because the atmosphere is out-of-this-world.

	It was a beautiful, sunny Saturday and judging by the costumes and
floats, people had been preparing for months, even since the last one. And
it was so hot that we all were stripped down to the bare essentials for the
Parade, almost to the point where the Police were advising some
merry-makers to put something back on, before they would be forced to do
something official. Gays of all sexes, colours and nationalities were
present, strutting their stuff.

I will leave the description of the day and move forward to the early
evening, where Angie and I were squeezed into a Pub (delightful!) along
with our friends, and seemingly half of Brighton. A colourfully undressed
girl came to our group and asked us generally if we had heard about the
Guinness Book of Records attempt that was going to happen at ******'s,
which was currently a Bingo Hall, but had previously been a Theatre, and
which still had a working stage. Apparently it was closed that night
because of the crowds in Brighton for Gay Pride, and 'somehow' its doors
would magically open for the Record attempt. And what was the attempt going
to be? .........  the longest gay, multi-sex, daisy chain in the world! We
all looked at each other and started howling with laughter. The girl
insisted it was true and told us to be there by 10pm, then went to the next
group with her news. I think most people, including myself, thought it was
a hoax, but one of our group made a 'phone call on her mobile, and five
minutes later told us that incredibly it was true, and that the attempt was
on, and open to all comers. She was able to tell others of this in the Pub,
and give them a number to call to verify the truth. Soon we were all
buzzing with the thought of being part of the greatest daisy chain ever.

	(An aside from Lacey:- Angie has just read this and said that maybe
there are those who do not know what a daisy chain is. Imagine willing
persons forming a linked chain to make a complete circle so that each
person is physically linked to the person behind and the person infront,
the links being any form of oral, manual or anal sex. Hmmmmmmmm!)

	At about 9.30 we were making our way to ******s in a side street
near the famous Brighton Pier, and so were a great number of others. We
were ushered in through the front doors and into the main
auditorium. Previously we had been taken back to our friends house with
whom we were staying near the railway station. We collected a few thing we
thought we may need, a carrier bag of various drinks, several dozen
McDonald's handi-wipes sachets, a couple of towels, condoms and lube, and
of course our strap-ons. The stage had been cleared and there was also an
area infront of it where the theatre seats would once have been, but was
now cleared of the tables and chairs used by the Bingo players. In the
middle of this was a 20-foot high tubular steel tower, which had
floodlights hanging from it, and a couple of tripods with pro-standard
video cameras. An amplified voice was getting us to go "Boys to the left,
girls to the right, and if anyone can't make their minds up, just stand
with a friend." Already there must have been over a hundred up on the stage
and we joined the throng on the main floor, with more pouring in through
the doors at the back. The carnival atmosphere, which we had experienced
during the day, continued, and the air near us became thick with the aroma
of 'an exotic tobacco'. Our group of lesbians were all very merry, and
getting merrier by the moment on the drink we had brought. Soon the very
fem-male voice was replaced by the voice of a woman who informed us that
the attempt was going to be videoed, and if "anyone did not wish to have
themselves on tape then now is the time to fuck off, otherwise, let's get
ready to go for it." I think a few left, but we were busy getting
ready. Angie and I stripped bare, putting our clothes in our carrier bags
next to us, and then we slipped on our strap-ons. I had brought a smooth
5-inch blue one rather like a butt plug, and Angie had decided on her
8-inch cock. All the others in our group, there were sixteen of us, had
also brought strap-ons of various descriptions with them and were proudly
showing them to their mates, or sword fighting with them. There were two
guys up on the raised platform, videoing from their vantagepoint, and there
were another two guys walking around the stage and auditorium, with
shoulder mounted cameras. The voice then told up to get ourselves organised
into rows, snaking back and forth across the stage and floor, and with a
bit of pushing and shoving we were able to make ourselves enough room so
that we could move a bit.

As a group we had decided to ass-fuck each other standing up. We passed
around the condoms we had brought for each of our group, and Angie passed
round sachets of Glide lube for each of us. Much frivolity followed as we
rolled condoms onto various shapes sticking out from 'our girls' and then
we were lubing up our weapons and making sure that our backdoors weren't
dry.  The camera guy came round and recorded us as we prepared. He knelt
down behind me as I slapped two fingers of lube up my shute and then turned
round and waved my 'probe' at the camera for good measure. Not to be
out-done, Angie dropped to her knees infront of him as he taped, and went
down on my probe, pinching her nipples and generally making a show of
it. One of the other girls got round behind him and put her hand up under
him to feel his cock in his trousers. Apparently it was as hard as a rock
and he almost fell over when she did it. Obviously not a gay, or not very!
She made some comment or other, which got a laugh from those near her, but
he stayed around once he found out what we were all going to do. Then the
voice again, telling us to get into our positions for the record attempt.

I had chosen my particular strap-on friend as I knew that Angie would only
let me fuck her ass and no one else. In a group she is shy like that, and
we both knew that she could take it with no fuss. We had all lined up and
individually were getting to grips with the girl in front, or making an
easy passage for the girl behind. The girl infront of Angie was having
trouble getting in and up the girl infront of her, and Angie put her hands
on this girls hips and bent forward, bending her knees slightly and
presenting me with her delightful brown ring. The guy with the camera was
filming and he moved in closer as I wrapped my hand around the blue plug
and made for Angie's rear. I positioned myself and nudged her ring with a
thrust of my hips. Angie waggled her bum and then let her head drop a
little, so I knew she was concentrating on relaxing her sphincter
muscle. Camera boy videoed as I pushed the smooth plug slowly into Angie,
and in one easy push, I was up to the hilt in her. Then it was my turn. I
leaned over Angie's back and presented my ass to a girl called Phyllis,
'Filly'. With Angie taking some of my weight, I reached behind and held my
cheeks wide open. I had already greased the way, and I felt the 10 inch
bendy dildo hit my ring. I relaxed the muscle, and felt the cool length
slip in, filling me up so that I felt as though I wanted to break wind. 10
inches went into me just like that, and then I felt her pulling out. With
video-boy catching everything she started to long length me, fucking those
10 inches in and out fairly quickly. I stood up after a few seconds and
looked over my left shoulder. "Gotta do it when you can," Filly said with a
shrug and a smile, but she stopped all the same. Slowly our group got into
position, with each up the ass of the one infront. I don't know what
happened to 1 and 16, but they obviously found some way to complete the
line. The cameras above us took their video, the two camera boys walked the
floor, and 3 referees walked round to confirm that the daisy chain was
complete. There was a countdown from 10 to make sure that everyone was
in/on/up at the same moment, and then applause broke out up on the stage,
and spread. Filly gave me a couple of dozen strokes, deep and hard, and
then broke away, and I gave Angie a few before pulling out. We kissed and
then cleaned up, before going to our respective partners and kissing them,
which basically lead to an orgy of group feeling and kissing. As we climbed
back into our clothes the group decided to meet back at a particular
address to perhaps continue the fun. The voice told all that almost 400 had
participated in the gay daisy chain. Subsequently I was told that the
Guineas Book of Records would not accept such a sexual record, even though
it had been fully documented. I wonder what they made of the tape as they
watched it in their Offices!

More from Lacey soon.