I was so glad to finally be in California. I gave the nice guy a five as he put my bags on the bed. It had been a long trip, but I was finally here. I slipped off my heels and stretched out on the bed as I remembered all the layovers coming from Charleston to San Diego, the people I'd talked to, and how I rushed from one plane to another.

It was pretty mundane till I reached Dallas and met some people who were coming to the same place. I was finally living my wishes. I had wanted to come to the Canni-gro  Expo for years, as an amateur grower. My few plants didn't make any difference in the scheme of things but I'd met some major growers in Dallas and kind of realized I might be in over my head. They were all young guys and were the ambitious hard-working types that were in the business, go-getters, and very interesting to talk to.

We boarded the plane In Dallas for the final leg of our trip and I realized I had the center seat between the two of them. We talked for a while until tiredness caught up with me and I laid my head back on the seat. I was dressed in my usual heels, a pale blue skirt, and a black blouse and as I sat there I noticed my skirt was about six inches above my knee. Hubby would've been staring at my legs the entire time, but he was at home doing business and I was making this trip alone.

I sat back and was soon fast asleep. My legs were bare, and I never wear any panties and was awakened by the feeling of something moving on my legs. I looked down and I guess somehow my skirt had ridden up to the top of my legs and they were spread open till they were touching the legs of the guys on each side of me. I was kind of embarrassed and flustered, breathing heavily, at first till I looked over and both of them were asleep, heads down and not moving. My clit was within an inch of being exposed so I quietly adjusted my skirt and closed my eyes again. After a few minutes, I felt it again and when I looked, both of them were trying to slowly ease it up for a better view. I smiled and told them to wait till we got to the hotel. Now I knew I'd be dealing with them sometime later and had to figure out how to handle it. With those words, they let me rest for the balance of the flight.

I awoke to the sound of people outside my patio, by the bed, and realized it was almost time for our opening meetings. I kind of rushed through my makeup, freshening it and doing my hair before changing for the meeting. One of the things I liked about this gathering was that it was totally casual.  We were going to be by the pool for a meet and greet with cocktails and I was looking forward to seeing everyone.

I stood before the mirror for a last inspection and was pleased with my white shorts and top. Sandals would do for now, and I loved how the white accented my tanned legs. The shorts were form-fitting and showed off the curves I work so hard to maintain. Makeup perfect, hair perfect, outfit showing just enough to make the night interesting. I was ready to go.

As I walked up to the pool area, I could see my guys and many more, mostly young in swimsuits and shorts, with drinks talking, and doing the mingling thing. It was fun to interact with them. They had no idea I was just a little home grower looking for knowledge mixing with big-time people. I was again surprised at their ages. Everyone was so young, late 20s and early 30s. Lots from Colorado, some from Canada, places with medical dispensaries, and somewhere it was just legal for everyday use.

I got a drink and started mingling right away. It wasn't hard because my outfit drew some attention from the group I flew in with. They commented on how nice I looked and from my mirror, I knew they were right. I had a great time listening to them talk about business, methods of growing, etc. All the while consuming growing amounts of alcohol.  My favorite drinks seemed to appear whenever I needed them from my new group of friends and everyone around me was getting quite friendly.

After a few hours, the group seemed to thin as people drifted off to talk or swim or lounge on the chairs around the pool. I was to the point in my drinking where I was doing fine but was feeling friendly. We stood by the pool and laughed, telling jokes and they seemed surprised at my knowledge of dirty jokes. We were standing by the edge when one of them stumbled and ran into the guy I was talking to and both of us went into the pool. After the initial shock of being wet, I was being helped out. I was soaked to my neck but my face and hair were ok. Being the trooper I am, I accepted another drink and made the best of it. That is until the guys on the other end of our little group started smiling and really checking me out. It was then when I looked at them that one of them said that it was apparent that I shaved my pubic area and that I had great nipples.

I looked down and my entire outfit had gone transparent from getting wet. It was like being dressed in clingy cellophane. My breasts, ass, and pussy were all on display and everyone was looking and smiling.  Looking around at all the guys smiling, I was instantly turned on and could feel the wet material on my nipples rubbing against them.

Someone brought me a towel, and I put it around my shorts, leaving my breasts uncovered. That really seemed to please everyone and the crowd grew larger. One of the guys looked at me and said I really needed to get out of those wet clothes. I agreed and he said his room was just off the pool and he had some dry things I could put on so I didn't have to show the world what I had all the way back to my bungalow. (The hotel was laid out in single bungalows and it was a walk to mine.) Besides, he had driven in and had a new strain of bud he wanted everyone to try.

We walked to his bungalow, just off the pool area and as I went into the bathroom, he handed me what looked like a tee shirt. I went in, stripped out of all my clothes and put it on. It was an extra large tee shirt with his company's logo and my first thought was to ask him if I could keep it. My nipples were standing up from being wet and the air conditioning had them rock hard as I exited the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, thinking that here I was in a tee shirt with absolutely nothing on underneath in a hotel room full of guys. X rated thoughts went through my mind as I opened the door and I thought of how jealous hubby would be that he wasn't here. If he was he'd have been making plans for me to be fucking everyone in the room. We would see about that. I might have a story for him when I got home.

There was a group of eight guys standing in the room and the pungent smoke was already everywhere. I sat down on the edge of the bed next to one and he passed me a glass pipe. I took a long hit and it was really good. Someone walked up with another drink and I just relaxed sipping it and enjoying my new friends and some good smoke. It was really potent and we were soon laughing and talking. As I looked down a few times, I noticed my shirt had ridden up around my waist and wasn't covering my ass and pussy anymore. I attempted to pull it down a few times but after a while, it just didn't seem important anymore By that time I was really medicated on booze and weed and didn't really care. The guys were busy looking as they talked but that was all. I looked around the room and devilish thoughts started going through my mind. Would I be able to deal with them after or just be considered a good piece of ass? I guess I'd find out.

As we laughed in our tight group, one of them finally made a statement about how my nipples looked poking my tee shirt. In my fog, I said that rubbing against the material made them stand up and that they were incredibly sensitive anyway, and that any stimulation made me go over the edge.

Almost immediately, there were two hands from the guys next to me testing what I'd just said. I just sat there, feeling them tweaking my nipples and was overcome with how good it felt. My head tilted back and as soon as my eyes closed, I could feel them pulling it up and over my head. The hands were replaced by two mouths licking and sucking them and it felt like electricity through my body as they continued. Oh My God, it felt so good. After a few minutes, I could feel them laying me back on the bed continuing to suck as we went. My legs were over the side and I could feel them being parted as I started breathing faster and faster and I could hear myself moaning softly.

With them spread as wide as the bed would allow, someone slid a finger inside my wet pussy and started fingering me, first with one, then two, and then three fingers. Without my tee shirt, I was totally naked and as he fingered me I felt a tongue on my clit. I went into full sensory overload and raised my feet up on the edge of the bed and started grinding my hips into someone's face. It was such a wonderful feeling with them doing me everywhere at once. I was gasping for air in a few minutes with my mouth wide open as they continued, at least until I felt something on my lips.

It was the head of someone's cock, resting on my upper lip as he hunkered down over me from above, his knees on both sides of my face. Right before I took him in my mouth I looked up and everyone was in various stages of undress, gathered around behind the guy eating me, looking and grinning, taking pics and video. I knew what was coming and closed my eyes as I took his cock down my throat. I sucked his cock as well as I could with him so deep, but he just started fucking my throat, holding me by the neck. At that time I felt the first of many cocks inside my pussy and the way they did it was outstanding.

I think it was the guy who was eating me. he must have stood up and the bed was perfect cock height. I'm not sure because my eyes were covered with the first guy's balls as he did it. He rubbed his cock head on my clit and the soft skin felt so good, then he let it slip down into my pussy. His first thrust was so very slow, and I could feel him parting my pussy inch by inch till he was buried deep inside me. I squeezed my pussy muscles making myself as tight as I could, and he just kept slowly pushing. He was huge and I enjoyed every second. Once as deep as he could go, he started fucking me and flicking my clit with a small vibrator. Oh God, electricity again. It was wonderful.

As he got started, the first guy came down my throat and pulled out, only to be relieved by another guy. He took up the same position but allowed me to suck his cock. All the while the second guy was fucking me and two others were sucking my nipples hard. I was pushing up with my hips on every stroke, meeting him in mid-air, burying him deeper and deeper inside me. Then he exploded inside me, and after filling me, he pulled out. I was empty for only a second as the next guy filled me and started banging me hard from the start... 

And that's the way it went for another three hours.

They all took turns fucking me or having me suck them and they all had at least seconds, and some thirds. I was fucked silly and loved it as they humped me over and over.

When we finally finished, some of them walked me back to my bungalow and said goodnight to me in my tee shirt, holding my wet clothes.

The next day everything was as if nothing had happened and I learned a lot at the expo, but every afternoon, they took me to dinner at a nice place, and then we would come back to my bungalow for a replay of the first night.

I really enjoyed every minute of fucking these young guys. They were nice, polite, always trying to make me feel wonderful, and they always made sure someone was sucking my nipples all the time during our encounters. You'd be surprised how important that is to me. I came so many times that week I lost count after the first night, and I know the towel service got a workout from all the cum filled towels.

On the last day, they met me after the last class and presented me with a package. Tee shirts, email addresses, and packets of very expensive seeds. (I told them I would enjoy the seeds and they would remind me of how they filled me with their personal seed all week.)

When I got home, hubby asked me if the expo was fun. I said it was and I learned a lot, but we needed to sit down so I could tell him a story. And I did, and he had a shit-eating grin on his face the whole time, and a raging hard-on when I finished which I helped him with.

I told him the guys wouldn't allow pics or vids for me because they were heads of businesses, and he didn't like it but understood.

Next year I won't be able to go by myself. He wants to watch.