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Party Night

By: Latinababe



When I was 18 I thought I was pretty experienced with guys, but everything changed in one evening. Sure I'd gotten laid before in the middle of the woods a few months earlier. Though it hurt at first, he made me come; that's what I told him, at least, and there was a second guy who really turned me on, or so I thought. And others. So, I often had a lot of attitude—that's what people said. They didn't realize how uncomfortable and shy I still was with any guy I didn't know well. Of course I believed I knew a hell of a lot about sex, but actually I didn't know about real passion. Passion that blasts the mind and shakes the body and makes you yearns in every bone. Passion that I would not have believed I would ever feel in this body of mine.

The special day -- or, I should say 'night' -- began like this. Friday was party night, and I was determine to get laid, so I dressed in a fashion that was sure to get the men's attention. I wore my shortest mini skirt that showed off my tanned thighs and a low-cut shirt that exposed a little of my breasts. I was supposed to meet my sister at a friend's house, to wait for two men who were going to drive us out to the party. Once at the house, I began getting impatient and a little nervous because I didn't know whom these men were. Then the doorbell rang and we all said, "Finally we can get going now." When my friend opened her door, I heard a voice that sounded so familiar to me. I went over and there he was, a friend that I thought I would never see again, Bobby, the drummer from my band! Five of us had set up a rock band about a year ago. Besides myself singing, my best friend Trisha was on keyboard. Kristina played bass guitar, and finally we found Bobby to be our drummer. He was not bad looking, I thought, and I loved his Jokes. I began to hang around him, and quickly things had gone off track. He had an interest in lots of women, and he finally told he was just there to play music, not to get involved. I'd felt badly. Then he began spending time with another band, and we replaced him.

Now, seeing him again, I was so happy that I pushed my sister and my friend away, ran up to him and hugged him. OK, maybe not just happy, but hopeful. Bobby said, "Oh my god, let me breathe, please." I said "No way, bud haven't seen you in so long." Everyone started laughing at us as I continued to hug him. 

He gave me a kiss, and told me it was great to see me again. As he came more into the house, he said, "Leann, I have someone for you to meet that you will like." 

"Oh yeah, is he single?" 

Bobby laughed, and said that I had to ask him. 

"Yeah right, you know me, Bobby. I am shy as hell." I could admit that to Bobby and in front of my friends.

He told me that I had to stop being such a shy pup. When his friend came thru the door, my mouth dropped open. He was so gorgeous, and, oh my God, my type. "Stop drooling and close your mouth," said my sister, and I laughed as Bobby introduced us. "Hello," I said in a sweet, low voice and put my head down. 

"Nice to meet you Leann," he said, and laughed. "Please call me "Lee". I like that better." He looked at me and smiled and said, "OK, then Jenny it is." I smiled and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you also, Reno." I'd heard Bobby call him that. 

But I was feeling uncertain about myself. I walked away, wanting to calm down. Everyone there looked at me, and my friend said, "Lee, stop being shy he won't bite you. Anyway we all started gathering around 'cause my sister's friend was telling jokes, and I was saying, "Oh come on. I want to go party." My sis looked at me and told me to shut it. When we talked that way, we weren't mad at each other, but I was still impatient to leave. 

Reno came up to me and asked if I would like a drink. "Sure." He gave me something blue, and I had no idea what it was, but it tasted great. My friends were saying, "Oh Reno, do we sense something here?" and I looked at them real innocent and laughed." Lee did you bring your knee pads?" 

I said, "What? I don't understand," as they all started laughing. I really didn't know those words, and I was wondering, "What did I miss here?" Reno came closer to me and whispered in my ear that they meant pads so that I wouldn't hurt my knees when I blow him. 

My face became beet red. All I could say was, Oh my God." My friends weren't really trying to be mean, so they left me alone for a while. Later, we decided to drive to another party. Reno stayed close to me all night. He was easy to talk to, and I found we had some things in common. We both were single and been through hard relationships. I didn't know men could get hurt easy, like us woman. His girlfriend cheated on him many times, and me I had guys that used to lay me and say, "Hey can we just be friends," but always in the end they came knocking on my door for more sex. As the night was getting to morning, he took me upstairs into a dark hallway and started to kiss me. I kissed him back so hard, Hungry for him. It had been a few months since a guy kissed me. Reno's body pressed against my breast as he pulled me close; he kept whispering nice things, how he liked my body and how soft my breasts were. He put his hands on my bottom and drew me so close I could feel his cock pressing against me. "He is so hard already," I thought, "All I did was kiss him," and I felt how my sex appeal must be affecting him. He ran his hands up my back, and I felt my bra getting unhooked. I looked at him; with my eyes, I was saying," Go ahead." Moving his hands to the front of me, he started to caress my breasts. I felt so weak at the pleasure. He started thrusting his tongue deeply into my mouth. "Mmm." This felt so good as I leaned my head back just a little as he kissed my neck. He was so good at pleasing a lady at first contact. 

I heard my sis call, "Lee, you OK up there?" and I gasped and said, "Yes, I am fine, we are just talking." 

"Sure you are," I heard my friends saying. As I laughed, I moved my hands down and grabbed Reno's cock, rubbing it up and down thru his jeans. He felt so big and hard. He lifted up my shirt, and I said, "What if someone comes up?" 

"Don't worry they won't." 

"Ok." He told me to sit on the floor, right there is the hallway, and I sat down. He came down, sat next to me and started to kiss me more. And as I teased him with my tongue, he got more excited. I licked his neck down and then slowly going back up. 

"Oh Lee, that feels great...keep going." I did it again. He said, "Go down more," and I did, tracing his nipples with my tongue." Suck them." I did. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I pleased him. His hands were rubbing on my legs; those hands were moving up and down, caressing me so nice as I continued to suck his nipples. "Lie down," he whispered, and I didn't hesitate. He started to pull down my stockings. After he took them off, he began slowly to remove my wet panties. "Do you want me to eat you?" 

"Yes," I managed to say. I was so shy. I could feel his hand tracing my pussy. 

"Mmm Lee, you feel so good, and you look tasty." I felt warm and giggled as he rubbed my pussy. I could feel my clit getting erect; I was starting to tingle. 

"Oh God, just start licking me." He was exploring me with his hands. "Lick me," I kept saying for he made me wait. He rubbed two fingers between the lips of my pussy. I said, "More, do it more." My clit was starting to ache as he played with it. I moaned, loud. 

"Shh, not too loud!" That is one thing I hated, holding in my enjoyment. But I said softly, " OK." He spread my legs wider, leaned down, and ran his tongue down my soaked pussy. Then he pushed a finger into me. He took it out and sucked it, looking at me. I got so hot seeing him enjoy my taste. That was new to me. He probed me again and went back to licking all around my clit, taking me into his mouth, roughly. 

I moaned a little for it hurt. "Please be gentle with my clit I'm kind of sensitive down there." Things became blurred, and I was just losing it. I moaned again I couldn't help it; I remember yelling out his name, and all of a sudden I saw Bobby in the hallway. He smiled at us and said, "Oops thought something was wrong with Lee, I heard her downstairs". I hid my face. Reno managed to get his face out of my pussy and say, "No, we are okay." All I kept thinking over and over was "Oh My God, he saw Reno eating me out." I was also embarrassed for Bobby whom I had known for a long time. 

Bobby, quite a gentleman, left quickly and Reno said, "Lee you need to be more quiet," "Sorry." My juices were running down my pussy. I heard him unzip his pants. I was amazed at the size of his cock; it was huge, and I lay there wondering if I could fit such an enormous cock in my tight hole. 

"Get on your knees please, Lee." As I did, he rubbed my pussy, getting me even wetter and ready for his cock. As he entered me, I could feel my pussy beginning to cream. I let out a moan as my body quivered. He started to fuck me nice and slow, going deeper into me. He let his cock stay there without moving, for a minute. I could feel my pussy pumping like a pulse. It so needed him. I really wanted him to ram into me with that huge prick. He then started again moving his cock in my tunnel. I was dripping wet. He would fuck me harder and faster, then stop, and then he would go nice and slow, over and over. 

He pulled out of me. "Lee I want to fuck you in your other hole." I was a little nervous 'cause he was so big, and I knew it was going to hurt. My ass had never had a cock in there before, yet I was ready to go. He started stroking my pussy with his hand, and moved it up to my ass, coating that hole with my juice. He began to slide his prick into me slowly, and I let out a hurting moan. And he said, "Lee, you OK?" 

"Yes, keep going." He pushed his cock deeper into me. I would move my ass away and then bring it back to help him in. Finally he was in there; he didn't start to do me yet, he just let it stay there to let me adjust to his size. After a few minutes, he started to fuck me there. I moaned loud, "Oh yes, yes, Reno. …Feels so good. Pump my ass." 

I couldn't believe I said those things. I never talked like that to someone I just met, but I was so hot; I craved a good fuck; I didn't care. He told me to take my hand and rub my pussy. I creamed more and my ass got juicier. He moved his prick faster in me and then harder. He pushed; I felt his balls hit my ass. I moaned louder, and then I heard my sis call, "Lee, we are leaving." 

"Ok," I said in a weak voice, "give me a minute." I wanted my pussy to be fucked hard with that huge tool of his before I had to go. He must have felt the same way. 'At that moment, he pulled out of my ass. "OK, let me fuck your pussy real fast before they come up." 

He started to fuck me; he was going so fast and hard, I had nothing to grab. He was banging me so good that I had to bring my upper body down to the floor but my ass stayed up, cramming him inside me. Harder he pounded as I moaned, "Oh yes, Reno, yes!" My body was shuddering and thrashing as I came. The jolt in every bone was so new. I hadn't known it was there for eighteen years. It shocked me. Thoughts were flashing by, oh my god his cock is so huge. So good ripping my tight pussy as he thrust into me. "Keep going, come for me," I screamed. My wet pussy was clenched on his prick, and it felt so good to be jammed by this enormous cock. He squeezed my ass. "Oh I am going to cum,"

"Oh yes, shoot your cream, deep!" As he pounded me, I could feel his cock throb and twitch inside. He seemed to climax forever; Hot cum filled me. . I felt it running out of me and down my legs as he pulled out. I quickly cleaned up as my sister called again for me. I put my skirt on and stuck my stockings under my shirt. "Thank you!" I smiled. 

"I want to see you again." I gave him my number. Yes, there is more. Maybe I'll tell you later. 

Special note to my editor abashed-dreamer; for helping me get my story sounding wonderful, thank you!!

Party Night



It was Jen's favorite time of year. Summer in south Florida. So different from her life in dirty Philadelphia. There were more trees and more grass in the suburbs of Miami. It seemed as if it were always warm. After the harsh winter she'd gone through, Miami was paradise. And with the sand and sun and ocean comes the friends, clubs, and parties. Of course, none of it would be as fun without her best friend. Emily made the night life alive. And it wasn't because she was twenty-one and could buy alcohol. It was her infectious enthusiasm. At least, that's what Jen told herself as she watch Emily dress to go out.

"Jen! I don't know what to wear!" Emily pulled off her third top of the evening and flung it across her bed. Jen stared at her friend, saying nothing, as Emily rummaged through her drawers. Her small perky breasts bounced with the movements of her arms. Emily was well tanned, but her breasts remained a much lighter creamy color, showing where the sun ended and her bikini began. Letting her gaze go lower, she admired and envied Emily's beautiful and toned legs. They testified to hours at the gym.

"Try that green and brown one. The sparkles will look cool under the lights." To be honest, aside from sparkling, the top did very little to cover Emily's chest. Jen smiled a little, wondering when it was that she had come to want Emily so much. Her friend was completely unaware. Oh, they had kissed a few times, but only under the influence of alcohol. Jen had tried to do more, but to her disappointment, Emily had resisted.

"Okay. I guess that will be good enough. Do I look fat in these jeans?" Emily turned in the mirror to evaluate her backside. Jen rolled her eyes. Jen was endlessly complaining about a nonexistent weight problem. It was all Jen could do to not smack some sense into her friend.

"You look hot. Relax. Besides, you're not out to impress anybody, right?"

"I guess not, but I still want to look good. You always look so great when we go out."

"That's only because you let me borrow your clothes."

"Whatever. Let's just go. It's already getting late."

"Fine by me."

It was a long drive down to South Beach, especially in Emily's old Toyota. Thankfully, it did have air-conditioning. As usual, there were an odd mix od people wearing anything from a pair of jeans and a t-shirt to a skirt that more resembled a wide belt. The line to get into their favorite latin club was not long and before they knew it, they were standing in front of a bar. Jen ordered what she always did-malibu rum with pineapple juice. It was a refreshing drink especially in the crowded and stuffy club. Everywhere there were people shuffling and swinging to the rhythm of a salsa song. After a few drinks Jen was ready to be more than just a spectator.

"Let's dance!" she shouted into Emily's ear. Emily nodded. She swayed a little on the way to the dance floor, but Jen steadied her and soon they fell into step as a trumpet solo blasted through the dark club. They laughed together when they made a mistake and danced closer when the crowd pressed in on them. Jen took any opportunity to let her body get closer to Emily's. When her friend pointed to a sleazy looking guy that was making his way toward them, Jen knew what to do. Every time they wanted to keep a guy away, they would establish that they were together. Emily made a slow turn and pressed her back side to Jen's front. Jen grabbed Emily's hips and held her closer. Together they seductively moved back and forth to the fast paced music. Emily grabbed Jen's thin wrist and held it just below her belly button. 

Jen felt a dull throb between her legs. It was difficult to resist the urge to press her hand lower. As intoxicated as Emily was she might not notice. Deciding to push her luck, she let her hand slide slightly lower. Emily reacted by pressing her back to Jen's breasts. Jen's mouth went dry and her breathing became slightly labored. It felt so good to have Emily pressed against her, her body warmed from dancing. Briefly, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. The song ended too soon. Emily spun back around, leaned over to one of Jen's ears and said, "I think he's gone." Who? Oh, yes.

"That's great," Jen said, smiling at Emily. Within seconds, another song started up, this one with a heavier beat. Jen started to dance again, but Emily stopped her, motioning with her hand that she wanted another drink. That was fine with Jen. She could use another, although she knew the alcohol would only further her desire and lower her inhibitions. At the bar, they bought another two drinks, gulping them down in an effort to cool off. Emily's eyes widened and she smiled widely at Jen.

"Okay, let's go back." Emily led the way, holding on to Jen's hand so that she wouldn't lose her in the crowd. Jen looked around, watching other people dance, noticing how much better they were than her at the seemingly simple steps. She knew that Emily could care less about it since the club was so dark and the people were so drunk. To their right, two girls danced together, rubbing each others chest or thighs. Emily rolled her eyes and whispered into Jen's ear, "we could do so much better." Jen raised her eyebrows.

"Want to?" Emily shrugged. Clearly the alcohol was kicking in. Jen turned around, this time being the one to gently grind against Emily. Em grabbed Jen's ass and moved in tune with her. Jen did not protest, especially when one of Emily's hands traveled up under Jen's flimsy top to grab her breast. Though Emily gently squeezed the soft flesh, Jen gave a shudder. Her own hand went backward to slide up under Emily's skirt and softly touch the thin black thong she was wearing. Emily opened her legs and Jen managed to work a finger around the material. She couldn't believe that she was actually touching Emily's pussy on the middle of the dance floor. What was more, Emily was also very wet. Jen turned around and kissed Emily who responded with equal force. The dancing forgotten for the moment, they made out while the dozens of other people twirled around them. Jen pushed a finger in and then two. She felt Emily's moan more than she heard it. 

Emily wasn't idle either. Her thumb and forefinger pinched ant pulled at Jen's erect nipple through the artificial fabric of her top. Impatiently, Jen pulled the top down so that one breast was exposed.

"Suck on it for me, baby," she whispered to Emily. She hesitated only a moment before fastening her lips on the tip moist with sweat. Jen made a halfhearted attempt to cover what Emily was doing, but it was blatantly obvious. Besides, few people were actually looking anyway. Jen felt too good to let it stop, but after a few seconds, Emily pulled away. Feeling disappointed, Jen was about to walk back to the bar when Emily said to her, "Let's get to the car. I'm soooo horny right now." Jen nodded vigorously, thrilled at what Emily had just told her. They made their way through the crowd slowly, Jen sometimes pushing people away. Come on! Come on! Move, people! It seemed to take forever to walk back to the parking garage where they had left their car. Probably because Jen was so desperate to be between Emily's legs. She knew it wouldn't be easy to maneuver in the small back seat, but she was going to do her best.

Jen fumbled with the keys, but finally got the door open and Emily inside. She wasted no time talking. She kissed Emily deeply while she worked the small thong down her legs. Jen heard Emily's head thud against the side window, but knew that she wouldn't feel anything until morning. Her hands squeezed Emily's small breasts as she ran the tip of her tongue across her lips before going in and caressing her tongue. Emily moaned into her mouth and arched her back so that her tits pressed against Jen's hand. When Jen couldn't wait any longer, she crouched down as low as she could and used both hands to open Emily's pussy lips. And an exquisite pussy it was. Tan and adorable and completely smooth. Jen knew that Emily waxed regularly to stay that way.

"You have such a beautiful pussy," Jen confessed. Emily only giggled in reply. Pushing her long dark hair aside, she bent her head and ran her small tongue from opening to clit. Delicious. She repeated the motion, this time faster, and noticed that Emily let her legs open wider. Jen was delirious. Her tongue moved faster and with short strokes or torturously slow with long deliberate licks, pressing the tip of her tongue to Emily's engorged clit. Emily moaned and held her lips open so that Jen could have easier access.

"That's it, baby," Jen whispered into Emily's pussy, "Hold those smooth lips open for me." She sucked at Emily clit, make it strain out further, drawing it out with slow movements next. She sucked on it as if it were a small cock, keeping a steady pace when she felt Emily's hips buck and her legs twitch. Jen added two fingers, sliding them in as she continued to stroke Emily's clit with her mouth.

"Ahhh. Ah, fuck. Suck on my clit, Jen. I think you're going to make me come!" Jen said nothing. She knew that Emily had never had an orgasm and was excited at the thought of being the first to give her one. 

"Come for me, Em. I won't stop licking your pussy until you do." Emily said nothing, her only response her rapid breathing and occasional moan of pleasure.

"Oh please! Make me come, Jen. Keep going. Lick me everywhere." Jen lengthened her licks to include Emily's tight ass. Spreading her small cheeks apart she tongued the tight opening. Emily quickly went over the edge. She couldn't contain her screams and Jen did nothing to discourage it.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" She grabbed Jen behind the head and ground her face closer to her pussy as warm liquid seemed to gush from her, drenching her friends face who never stopped licking her clit for a moment. Jen wanted to draw out Emily's pleasure for as long as she could, knowing that she may never have another opportunity to do it again. Emily hung in the place between reality and ecstasy for several seconds before collapsing onto the seat. Jen rested her face between Emily's small breasts.

"That was awesome,"Emily gasped. Jen only nodded, trying to catch her breathe. Emily stroked Jen's hair away from her face. They fell asleep there for about an hour before Emily decided she was sober enough to drive home. Neither one said a word for most of the way home. Finally, when they were about to park in front of Emily's apartment building, she said, "I hope this doesn't ruin our friendship."

"Don't worry about it, Em. I doubt it will."



Party Night



Drake Edwards pulled his cab slowly into the crowded night club parking lot. Young people littered the parking lot, while others filed in and out of the club. Cars double parked and poured out into the street. Groups hung around one car or another talking loud and laughing. Drake remembered his early twenties, and nothing seemed to change except now the skirts were a lot shorter and the cars were faster.

The young women in his back seat clamored to get out before Drake reached the entrance of the club. They were in a hurry to join their friends who walked between the moving cars.

The young woman who sat in the middle on the back seat of the cab had the largest tits Drake had ever seen on a girl so young. Every time he tried to still a glance, the young woman would shoot him a flirty smile and nudge her friends drawing them into uncontrollable laughter. "Don't you want your tip," the young blonde said after handing him the fair. She snatched her top and bra up over her large boobs flashing Drake before jumping out of the cab. 

Drake chuckled. He remembered hanging with his buddies, drinking, and having fun with the young ladies. He was the ring leader of his band of hoods looking to do just about anything for kicks. It didn't seem like it had been over forty years since he made out with sexy young twenty year old in parking lots, but his license on the visor showed his birth date.

With the crowd moving back and forth in front of his cab, he hadn't realized that the car in front of him was parked and so was the car that was almost touching his bumper. He got out of his cab and began moving amongst the crowd in the parking lot. He got a few flirty looks by various young women, but for the most part the young people didn't seem to mind him.

A rocking car caught Drake's attention, and he saw a young couple fucking in the back seat. The windows were down and people passing by only took small notice of them. It was a big change in the young people's attitudes from when he was their age. He saw a couple of girls French kissing seemingly for the amusement of their small crowd. The only thing that didn't seem to be different was most of the young people seemed to be looking for some kind of sexual excitement.

Drake walked up on a group of three guys and two girls. One of the guys had a video camera focused on one of the girl's ass, while she bent over in the window of the car. The girl's bottom was fully exposed under her short skirt and she wasn't wearing underwear. The others didn't seem to mind Drake standing almost directly behind the girl. One of the other guys reached over and pulled the girl's butt-cheeks apart as they all made remarks about how good the girl's pussy looked.

"I know you never seen a pussy as good, have you?" the girl joked as she moved from the window.

Drake's veins swelled as his cock grew to full erection. He had been trying to keep a low profile refusing his calls from his friends and staying away from his normal hang outs. He had a reputation that caused him more harm than good.

The girl turned around leaning back against the car and looked up at Drake's face. She arched her back seeing Drake's eyes fall on her swollen tits. She blinked several times as to focus her eyes. "Hey! I know you!" she exclaimed. "He's that guy I told you about."

"What guy?" the other girl asked.

The guy with the video camera pointed it at Drake.

"The guy with the huge dick that was doing my mom," the girl said giving Drake a flirty smile.

"Oh!" the other girl giggled looking wide-eyed at Drake's crotch.

"So, did you like my pussy?" the girl said reaching out to touch Drake's stomach as she stepped to him.

"Fuck'em Ashley," one of the boys said and the other two agreed.

Ashley giggled. "I saw how big your cock was when you were fucking my mom. If you thought she was good, wait until you get some of this." She slid up on the hood of the car and pulled her skirt up around her waist.

Drake's cock was throbbing in his pants. He didn't want to pretend that he knew or not who the girl's mother was. He never bothered trying to get a girl's name when he had sex with them. Other than the video camera, he never gave a thought to being caught. He was over sixty years old, too old to be going to jail. The girl's drinking concerned him. "I think that you may have had too much to drink."

"No I haven't. Have I Julianne?" Ashley asked her girl friend.

The other girl, Julianne agreed with Ashley, and so did the young men.

"Com'on...let us see that big dick," Ashley giggled spreading her legs wider and rubbing her fingers over her moist cunt.

Ashley looked so young to Drake. They all did, but Ashley's pussy looked so mature and inviting. A few more people came around to see what was going on. The small crowd joined in to encourage Drake.

"How old are you?" Drake never had to ask that question before.

"Old enough to drink, smoke, and to fuck," Ashley amused the crowd.

"Okay. Let your friend take it out," Drake announced.

The crowd cheered when Julianne crotched down and began opening Drake's pants. The crowd grew larger and louder, but gasped to a hush when Julianne finally fished Drake's cock from his pants. The old man's cock was quiet a sight.

"Damn!"

Ashley smiled at the sight of the huge cock in her friend's hands. Julianne stroked it looking up at Ashley.

"Suck it, Julianne," the guy with the camera said.

The crowd chanted until Julianne was stretching her mouth over the circumcised head of Drake's cock. The guy with the camera zoomed in as the crowd leaned in for a closer.

"Lick Ashley, Julianne," one of their guy friends said.

Julianne continued stroking Drake's thick cock, while she started licking and sucking on Ashley's already wet cunt. 

The crowd got louder and bigger. It was a feeling that Drake hadn't felt since those long ago days when he would make out with two to three girls at a time in front of his friends. The cheering encouraged him. He grabbed Julianne by her hair and pulled her away from Ashley's glistening cunt. He stroked him awesome man tool to astonishment of the crowd.

"You want me to fuck you like I fucked your mama?" he announced for the amusement of the crowd. He lift and spread Ashley's legs up and rested them against his shoulders.

The massive head spread the young woman's pussy lips as the camera zoomed in on the shaved cunt and monster cock.

Ashley cooed into the camera feeling the thick cock spread her canal. She could feel the ridge of the head of Drake's cock pushing steadily inside of her. She smiled and licked her tongue out teasing her fans.

Drake began to sweat as the young cunt applied more pressure around his throbbing cock. He wished for just a little bit of the strength from his youth. He pressed his fingers into the soft flesh of Ashley's leg and drove his cock with every ounce of strength he could.

The crowd was silenced. All across the parking lot, heads turned. The spectacle was unmistaken. 



Party Night



Two friends, who went to two different colleges, haven't seen one another in half a year. Finally, they meet up at their friend Tiffany's house party... Kristin is pouring herself a drink, too caught up in the fizz rising to the rim of her cup; she doesn't notice Parie standing next to her. 

"Kristin, is that you?" asked Parie. 

Kristin turns around to see the gorgeous face that has stalked her mind since their first encounter. 

"What's good? What you been up to?" asked Kristin. 

"I've been studying... trying to pass my classes. What about you?" 

"About the same as you, I've been writing for a local magazine in Pittsburgh and currently still writing my book." said Kristin. 

"Wow, I see you've been busy." said Parie. 

"Yeah... I'm trying to." replied Kristin. 

"I guess too busy to think about me," whispered Parie. 

"Come with me," said Kristin. 

Kristin and Parie walk into Tiffany's bedroom and close the door. There they sit on Tiffany's soft Queen size oak bed. 

"I miss you," said Kristin. 

"Aah! I miss you too," replied Parie. 

"No, I don't think I'm being clear enough," said Kristin. 

"Okay than, what do you mean?" asked Parie. 

Kristin takes a breath. 

"Well as you know it's been about half a year, since the last time we seen each other, and within that time, I felt like there was something missing. I felt empty. I realized that you were missing in my life." 

Kristin laughs to hide her nervousness. 

"I don't know if you even know what I'm trying to say. Just forget..." 

Parie's kiss interrupts Kristin's words. 

"...about it." continued Kristin. 

They start kissing passionately. They only stopped to remove their shirts. They continued kissing. 

"Wait, wait," said Parie. 

"What... What's wrong?" asked Kristin. 

"I don't think we should do this. I mean, what if we do, do this and from now on, whenever we see each other, it's gonna be awkward. Don't you think?" said Parie. 

"O'course, this was just gonna be a one time thing." said Kristin. 

"Yeah, you didn't think it would be anything else, did you?" said Parie. 

"No, o'course not," said Kristin. 

Kristin laughs. 

"Well, I'm glad that it's not anything more. I don't know what I would do, if you weren't in my life." said Parie. 

Parie hugs Kristin. 

"Yeah... me too," replied Kristin. 

"Let's go back to the party," said Parie.



Party Night



I couldn't help but giggle to myself as I filled the bowls with chips. The clowns! I thought about the many antics watching these kids grow up, now 18 and graduating, it's hard to believe.

Baseball, football and basketball games. Travel teams. My son, Billy, always insisted that I was the team mom, so I've been actively involved in all of their lives. They are good kids, just high spirited, although the local cops and school principal my disagree a bit. I will admit they are a lot to handle. Mostly I just give in to them and let things roll.

So, I filled the bowls, set out soft drinks, cups, etc., all the "fixins" for a great party. My friends said that I was crazy throwing a party for them with my husband out of town, but I'm not worried, it will all work out. They deserve a celebration and no one else was stepping up.

I had my hands full with a tray of barbecue stuff when the first batch of 10 or so muscle heads arrived. Big, strong athletic guys, and a few cute, feminine girls pushing and shoving each other, playfully oblivious to me. I was scrunched against the hallway wall, "Ugh!" I grunted as my face made harsh contact with plasterboard.

"Sorry, Mrs. C," said one as he gave my butt a quick, gentle squeeze. "Didn't see you there," he said giggling. Laughter followed as we were all jammed up together in the hallway, unable to move.

"Guys! Guys!" I yelped, holding the tray of food up high. Feeling hands on my boobs and ass now, I squirmed and wiggled. "Stop! Stop it!" I pleaded, only to hear more laughter.

All I heard was, "Mrs. C, you are always a blast!" The hallway cleared and I caught my breath, finding myself, face fully flushed, twirling in the shuffle of all those bodies racing for the swimming pool.

A never ending stream of beautiful kids kept coming in. I call them kids but they are all really young adults. Most every one gave me a hug and a kiss. It's always been this way, they just love to touch me. 

They don't much like helping out though. I worked like a slave putting food out, pouring drinks, cooking hamburgers but it was great fun and a lot of laughs. The kids were having a ball and I felt great about it all!

As I moved about doing my chores I was constantly brushing up against people, often jammed against them. "You're so cute when you blush," said Sally, a tall blonde volleyball star as she planted a kiss on my cheek.

"You can't kiss Sally and not me," said the long legged Shellie as she planted one on my lips.

I giggled and blushed my way into the kitchen after taking 4 or 5 more kisses from guys and girls. With music blaring, I finally stopped for a second at the sink, taking a long drink of water. "There you are Mrs. C," mumbled an obviously drunk Eddie Freeman as he reached both long, hairy arms around my petite frame and hugged me for dear life. He squeezed so hard that I gagged up some water and spilled the rest all over my front.

"MMMMMM Mrs. C," he mumbled softly over and over as he lifted me, swaying back and forth, snuggling his scratchy beard into my sensitive neck. 

"Ow! Ouch! Eddie, you're hurting me," as I struggled to get free, giggling at the same time knowing his playfulness. Being so big and strong he had no problem turning me around and seating me on the counter facing him. Looking into his sparkling eyes I couldn't help but be captivated by him.

"One kiss, just one kiss," he demanded softly as he moved in. Tired from all of the work, loosened up by all of the prior roughhousing and excited by all of the intimate contact, I couldn't help but melt into his mouth and invading tongue.

Who knows how long we held that kiss but when I came to the kitchen crowd was chanting, "Mrs. C! Mrs. C!" I blushed profusely as we came up for air.

A shot glass replaced Eddies mouth on my lips and my head was tilted back. Before I knew it, tequila burned my pipes causing my eyes to water. Everyone laughed as I gasped for air. Where did they get the liquor? A 2nd shot was poured down my throat as my face exploded into a ball of heat! "Stop! Stop! I can't do shots!" The kids all laughed and clapped as Eddie helped me to my feet. 

"Mrs. C, you're all wet," he said while grabbing a handful of napkins and dabbing my cleavage. "Let me help you," he giggled unbuttoning my drenched blouse. 

"Yes, we'll take care of you Mrs. C," said Allie a stunning redhead with deep blue eyes unbuttoning my blouse completely.

"My, my what a mess," offered Ashley, a bikini clad brunette unsnapping my bra and removing it. Meanwhile, Allie loosely tied my unbuttoned blouse, mid-drift, while Eddie finished drying my boobs. 

I finally caught my breath and each of them kissed my cleavage and laughed. "There ya go," they exclaimed proudly, "ready to go back to work," pushing me back into the crowd with a hard slap to my ass.

The chaos, noise and body heat placed me into a fog. I slid among and through the masses of swimsuit and bikini clad bodies, finally catching a whiff of fresh air off the lanai, near our large fir trees. From the corner of my eye I saw Joey, our big star defensive end approach me. "Mrs. C, you look awesome tonight," as he grabbed me tenderly, beginning to dance slowly. I rested into his shoulder gliding to the music. "Awesome, soooo awesome," he whispered twirling me gently into the trees.

I know that I should have resisted but I just couldn't as I let his hands roam all over me. Kissing, snuggling, melting into a mass of muscle, well I'm just weak that's all! In no time he had removed my panties and lifted me up only to set me down on his rock hard manhood! Standing tall and proud, up and down he pumped my whole body until he filled my dripping slit. 

"Uuuummmmm, awesome Mrs. C," he panted, placing me back on my feet. "Here," offering his still stiff penis to me, "Lick it clean so we can go back and party." Mindlessly, I opened my mouth and sucked him clean. "I'll keep these," he said holding my panties up as he turned to return to the group.

I looked like I was rode hard and put away wet because ... I was! Catching my breath and straightening my hair I looked upward and savored a deep breath of cool night air. I slowly walked toward the back door and into a group of girls. One handed me a drink, giggling, saying that it looked like what I needed. I gulped slowly enjoying the alcohol burning down my throat. "What she needs? Looks like she already got what she needs," laughing and pointing at the jism running down my leg. I felt humiliated and helpless standing there as they all laughed at me. 

One girl hiked my skirt laughing, "Look, no panties. Mrs. C parties commando!" And twirled me around with my skirt up showing everything. Slap! Slap! One after another starting smacking my ass. 

"Slut!" Slap! They were merciless as they giggled.

"Ouch! Ohhh! OWWW! I screamed out as they spanked me. I felt another hand scoop up a dropping of cum from my leg and start feeding it to me, "You must clean up after yourself now," laughing loudly. "Lick my finger clean." They all howled with laughter as my face burned with humiliation. 

"Stand still while I fix your lipstick," said a cute little blonde as she gobbed bright red lipstick on me. "Pucker," she said admiring her work. "Say thanks properly," as she pulled down her top revealing a beautiful, firm boob with a very hard nipple. I kissed and licked her nipple adoringly. "Good girl," she whispered approvingly.

"Hey, I want some of that!" Demanded a tall, busty brunette who, in one movement, jerked my head away from the blonde and lowered her own top into my face. I licked and sucked her big boobs carelessly smearing lipstick all over her massive chest. "You worthless cunt! Look at the mess you've made. You can't even suck boobs!" Grabbing my face with one hand squeezing my lips together and staring into my eyes she said sternly, "You are kinda cute though." Holding her stare, she used her other hand to grab one of my nipples and squeeze hard. "How you gonna clean this up?"

"She can't even clean herself up," teased another girl who had just run her hand into my pussy harshly and scooped out some more leftovers to force into my scrunched up mouth.

My mind wasn't functioning. I was dazed, confused, tremendously excited and in a fog. I could hear my own heart beat. The intense air of sex was drowning me. Overwhelmed, I just stood there as they all laughed at me, spanked me, pinched and prodded.

"Come over here," said the tall commanding brunette as she pulled me to the side of the house. "Give me your blouse to use as a washcloth," as she untied and tugged it off. Wiping her chest clean she walked up to me and said, "Lick them clean." I did. She then threw my blouse on top of the house much to the delight of the crowd.

"We now have a topless waitress," announced one of the girls as she turned on the hose and pointed the stream at me. "Clean yourself up!" She demanded as she hosed me off. 

"Get to work, bitch!" Teased another as she handed me an empty tray.

Dripping wet I walked around the still crowded party collecting empties and bagging trash. Trust that I passed no one who did not pinch or kiss my boobs. People laughed, prodded and pointed at me. My face was a constant state of red! I was soooo humiliated and at the same time soooo excited my brain could not process the events. Mindlessly I continued to work and take all that they could give.

At one point, Allie came up to me sweetly asking if I would like a top. I thought how kind she was and nodded yes. "I found this string bikini top of yours hanging in the bathroom. At least I think it is yours," she said as she tied it on me. I quickly noticed that most of the fabric had been cut out in a hole shape making the top look like two very small donuts. 

"Oh my god!" I squealed as Allie tied it tighter and tighter forcing my nipples to protrude from the holes. I think the whole party stopped at that moment to gawk at me, laughing and pointing. I was slope-shouldered and defeated, totally overwhelmed by the crowd. I went back to picking up trash and getting felt up. The two string bikini ties lasted about 5 minutes as I found myself topless again by the time I reached the kitchen.

"Great party Mrs. C!"

"Thanks for so much fun Mrs. C!" Commented one after another as they kissed my cheek and or grabbed my crotch and/or pinched my boobs. How could kids so nice drain so much out of me? And why was my pussy so dripping wet? I was so sexually excited that I was actually vibrating!

One of the bigger boys grabbed me pulling me down the hallway toward the master bedroom. We never made it that far. He stopped, hugged me saying, "You need a hard cock don't you Mrs. C?" 

"You don't know how badly I need it!" I whispered as he picked me up and did me like Sonny Corleone against the door.

It was a great party!!



Party Night



Our next door neighbors were having an "adults only" birthday party and invited us, our close neighbors, people from their church, and other friends to attend. For the first few hours of the party we were catching up with our neighbors that we barely saw all winter and met a few new people and overall it was turning out to be a really good time. We were hanging out with our friend Nate from down the street most of time up until we decided we should head out and pick up our daughter from the babysitters. I was coming back, but my wife was going to call it a night. 

When I arrived back at the party, everyone was definitely much drunker than when I left, but there was a new arrival. Our friend Nate had switched with his wife Heather. To say that I was excited to see Heather was an understatement. In my opinion she was prettiest and sweetest neighbor we had and I always secretly fantasized about her. She had the prettiest eyes, best smile, and an awesome body with a pair of the most perfect breasts I've ever seen.

Some of my other neighbors were still there, so Heather and I kept on chatting with them. The other group, the ones we really didn't know seemed to be getting drunker and their conversations were taking a decidedly sexual turn. We were all like, what are they doing over there? Eventually, my other neighbors had gone home, leaving Heather and I with what remained of the other group. As we really didn't know any of them, we kept to ourselves mostly, drinking and talking, catching up on this and that.

Someone from the other group suggested that we play a game, some truth or dare, but with partners. We were drunk so we were up for it, expecting that it should remain pretty tame, but boy were we wrong. Heather and I partnered up because we were the only ones from our group left and felt the most comfortable with each other. The game started with some truths, but the questions were definitely sexual in nature, like what's your favorite position, how often do you go down on your spouse, have you ever had anal sex, have you ever had sex with someone of the same gender, do you spit or swallow, have you ever had a threesome. Heather's answers to the questions were: From behind, a couple times a week, no to the anal sex, yes to sex with a girl, swallows, and yes every now and then. I was now supporting a full blown erection as Heather's sexual side was coming out, I had no idea and it was really turning me on thinking of her and her experiences. It definitely opened my eyes. 

During the truth portion, Heather and I were sitting together and slowly inching closer to each other to where our bodies were now in contact. Her touch was making the butterflies in my stomach go wild, I could barely talk without sounding like I just entered puberty. Then she did something I couldn't believe, she rested her hand on my thigh and started lightly squeezing and rubbing. I put my arm around her and held her close, we never said anything but I was feeling a really powerful bond between us.  

We finally got to dares and I was getting really nervous. The first was to give your partner a hug, so we were like no problem, stood up and pulled each other close. It was really my first contact with her breasts and they felt so nice mashed up against my chest and her scent was out of this world, I wanted to stay like that forever. I definitely think she felt my hard penis poking her through my pants as when the hug was over, she winked and smiled at me taking a quick glance down at my crotch. The next dare was to kiss your partner on the cheek which we did and we lingered a little longer than everyone else, she even surprised me when she took a quick nibble on my ear, I was in heaven. I had no idea she was even attracted to me, but I was now staring into her eyes with pure lust in mine. The next dare was to french kiss your partner, I looked into her eyes, she looked into mine and we moved towards each other and locked lips and took each others tongues into our mouths. It was so hot, I had dreamed of this moment for years and couldn't believe it was really happening, I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. I was rubbing my hard penis against her crotch and she was pushing back. 

After reluctantly coming apart, it was time for the next dare. Some guy called out and instructed us to fondle your partner's private area. Heather was wearing a shortish jean skirt, which didn't exactly allow access over the top to get a good feel as it was stretched tight across her thighs. So instead I went under and worked my way up in between her thighs as she slowly parted her legs till I finally reached her vagina. While expecting to rub her over the top of her panties, I was shocked to find her bare, mostly shaven, dripping with juice. I started rubbing her clitoris and she was getting so hot and breathing so heavy that I made my move. I slipped one finger in, then two and started to finger fuck her until she was brought to an orgasm. She was a screamer and everyone was now looking our way with her pussy out on display with my two fingers buried to the hilt. I looked around and everyone's clothes were starting to come off around us, dicks were being pulled out and sucked, pussies were getting licked. I decided that I just had to have a taste and went down on her and slurped and sucked her clitoris, exploring her opening with my tongue, pushing it in and out, in and out. When I looked up, Heather had pulled off her shirt and bra and was playing with her beautiful tits, rubbing, squeezing, pinching, and rolling her perky nipples between her fingers.

Heather then pulled me up and flipped me over. She quickly took off my pants and underpants letting my eight inch cock spring to life. She then took all my length into her mouth and down her throat, bobbing up and down like a pro, fondling my balls gently until I quickly came in her mouth of which she drank every last bit. I've never experienced a better blow job in my life, maybe it was the danger of having your spouse right next door asleep, or doing it in front of other people who were doing the same thing, or having it done by someone so drop dead gorgeous, but no matter, it was amazing.

Someone at the party came around and asked if I wanted a Viagra and I didn't hesitate, I took it, I wanted to make the most of the night because I didn't know if I'll ever get a shot with Heather again. While waiting for my penis to recover and the Viagra to take hold, we laid there naked, in each others arms kissing, rubbing, and sucking on each others nipples. After a little while, he sprung back to life, so I looked into Heather's eyes and asked her if she wanted my penis deep inside her. We didn't have any condoms on us, but knew each other for years so we could trust each other was clean, plus there is something to be said for the feel of direct contact between my penis and her inner vaginal walls, something so pure and right and how it is meant to be. 

She bit her lip and shook her head yes and then I slipped it right past her opening making her gasp and say that she never felt one so big around and couldn't believe how hot it made her. I slowly started thrusting the full length of my cock in and out, in and out, picking up speed. Everyone around us was fucking like crazy at this point, and no one seemed to be with who they were married to or who they came with. Some of the girls that didn't have a male partner were eating each other out. Heather's tits were flopping up and down on her chest as I pounded her pussy, her legs wrapped up around my back so I could get the deepest penetration. I sucked on her nipples while I continued to fuck her which sent her into a huge screaming orgasm causing me fill her pussy with my hot load. When I pulled out of her, another woman came up and gobbled up my cock cleaning off the sperm and Heather's juices. I had my eyes closed at the time and when I opened them, I realized that the other woman was my wife and she was totally naked. She smiled and then went down on Heather and cleaned up her pussy. Seeing her go down on another woman made me so hot that I got up behind her and entered her pussy and fucked her from behind hard and fast. Heather scooted down under my wife's pussy which had my dick pumping in and out of it. She started licking my wife's lips and clitoris, but also my dick as it would come out and go in while also occasionally sucking on my scrotum. After about ten minutes, I finally dropped my third load of the night, but this time into my wife and Heather took a turn at cleaning us both up. The Viagra was still working like a charm, so I instructed the ladies to lie on top of each other and spread their legs so that I had their pussies stacked one on top of the other. I wanted to fuck them both at the same time. I alternated between the two pussies, at little bit on one, then a little more on the other, mixing their juices together and finally added what was left of my cum to the mix. I was spent, exhausted, and just laid there between the two of them, holding each of them close.

I came to find out that my wife and Heather had been getting together in the afternoons when I was at work and playing with themselves in front of each other while watching porn. The porno movies eventually inspired them to try each other out, girl on girl,neither of them being a lesbian, but were curious nonetheless. My wife, knowing how I always checked Heather out, trying to look up her short skirts when she was sitting or peeking down her shirt trying to catch a glance at a nipple had asked Heather if she was attracted to me to which she confided that she was. My wife then gave her permission, should the situation ever arise, that she had her blessing to go all the way with me. Apparently my wife called Heather that night when I headed back to the party alone and told her tonight was her chance and where I could be found and I guess it explains the neatly trimmed pussy and lack of panties. My wife couldn't stay away, so she secretly hid outside the window and watched our game, coming inside at the end when Heather and I were too engrossed in fucking each other to notice that she walked in. Heather is now a regular part of our lovemaking, whenever we can get her over without raising her husband's suspicions.



Party Night



This was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. Slave girls as far as the eye could see. The club was nothing more than a two-story harem. Alcohol moved the tide of the sea of latex and chains. He could not believe he had the balls to set foot in a place like this.

The club Lotti's Place was way more than a strip club. It was a fetishists dream come true. One charming young blonde girl walked up to him. She wore a collar and latex dress and gave a smirk. "You must be new here."

"Uh, yes," he nodded distractedly.

"Mr. Salvatore bids you welcome to Lotti's Place. My name is Jade," she leaned in close to him. "And for the right fee, I can be your slave-girl for the evening. I'm sure I'll be calling you Master by the end of the night, but for the time being what's your name?"

"Allen," the man in the suit said. "A girl named Harley told me about this place."

Jade smirked. "Harley's a friend of mine. I keep telling her to stop tending that little bar of hers and get a job here. The money is much better than tending a group of thugs and bikers. Can't be much fun dealing with that lot anyways... present company excluded, of course." She winked.

Allen was still slightly overwhelmed by the sensation of the place. He was afraid that she might take his jacket and see his badge. If this was now a Salvatore operation a Federal agent would not be welcome.

"So," Allen said, mustering his confidence. "What kind of fee are we talking about?"

Jade smiled. "We can go into detail later. Let's start by finding you a place to sit, and you'll want a drink no doubt?"

"Screwdriver, no ice," Allen nodded. 

Jade took his hand and led him to the second floor of the pub. There were booths here divided by the usual wooden outcropping. Curtains around each booth indicated that their goal was privacy, a few of them were already drawn. The girls on this floor all wore latex masks and ball gags. Allen caught on that this was more than just a fetish style. The girls were meant to be seen and not heard, but more importantly, not to overhear anything they weren't supposed to.

Allen sat down in the booth and Jade went to go get his drink, but not before shoving earplugs in her ears and donning one of the masks. Allen took this time to look around and keep an eye on his exit points. The booth was nice and wide, ostensibly for the ease of the performers movements. It meant that he wasn't cornered in here, per say, but if they caught onto who he was the only exit was on the ground floor and that meant a 200 foot jog through a crowded bar with potential assassins all over. 

He had backup waiting a block over, of course, but honestly he doubted whether or not they were reliable. And if the entirety of Salvatore's men were here, a massive shootout was far less preferable to his backup just booking it. They had families to worry about, and he didn't. It's why he chose this assignment.

Jade returned and gave the drink to him. He took it and sipped on it. He double-checked it for signs of poison before swallowing: it was clean. Jade removed the mask and earplugs. Suddenly she was all business.

"Well now, shall I put the mask back on? Looks like you've had a hard day and need to," she slid up to him, speaking directly to his crotch. "Unwind."

Something about that word stirred in his memory, but he ignored it for the time being. No time to get distracted. 

"What are we talking here?" Allen replied, trying to sound less green than he clearly was.

"$200 gets you a blow-job and a little dancing. $500 means I'm yours while here at the bar. $750 means you get to discipline me while you're here. $1000 and you can take me home with you and do whatever your heart desires," Jade smiled teasingly.

"$1000 is a bit rich for me, but I'd sure like to see that sweet ass of yours all red," Allen couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. It sounded like a bad porno. "$750 it is." He tossed a small money clip which actually had $800 on it. "Consider the extra a tip."

Jade smiled and unzipped her latex dress, revealing a set of irresistible black lingerie. She put the earplugs and mask back on. "I can still hear you love, it just drowns out background noise." She then pulled a small drawer out from under the booth which Allen had not even noticed. In it was every possible toy you could imagine. 

Jade shut the curtain and bent down on her knees. She put the ball gag in her own mouth and, being sure to keep her head low to the ground, handed Allen a crop. 

Allen had never done this to a woman before. He and his high school girlfriend had played a few tie-up games but none of them involved anything more than tickle torture. Striking a woman was against his personal code of conduct, but it couldn't be helped. He needed to fit in to meet his target.

He bent her over his knee and began to spank her with the crop, each strike making her whimper a little bit louder than was realistic as he wasn't striking her very hard. In truth it became a bit annoying hearing her moan on like that, but he pretended to enjoy it.

He stopped spanking her and then stood her up. He tied her up as tight as he could imagine, even taking the time to take off her bra. While it repulsed him there was also something undeniably... stirring about this. Having complete control of a woman. Being able to force her to do anything for his own amusement. Having her permission to punish her as he sees fit.

He unzipped his pants, he tried to rationalize it as just doing his job but something deep inside him knew this was personal. He removed her ball gag

"You know what to do, slut," Allen said.

"Yes, sir," Jade replied, in a soft breathy voice. She proceeded to suck on him. She was clearly an expert from several years of having performed this kind of service, her tongue driving him mad with ecstasy. Allen looked at the sight of this. A nude woman, completely tied up, sucking him off. He'd never been here before.

Before he even had time to think about warning her he had come. She swallowed every drop, even cleaning him off with her tongue.

"What now, my master?" Jade asked.

"I'm hungry. Bring me some food. And don't get dressed before you leave," he ordered, not sure why he'd given that last command. That wasn't true. He knew exactly why he had given that order. He wanted to see his slave girl humiliated.

"Yes sir," Jade replied in a voice that sounded more genuine than her previous routine. He could tell she was impressed by his mastery.

Allen zipped himself back up Jade returned, and walking with her was the man he had arranged to meet here, an insider into the Salvatore operation. He had slick black hair and a suit that looked like it belonged in a museum.

"Not that kinda party, huh?" The man asked, chuckling. "Wanna tag-team this bimbo?"

Jade set down a plate of chicken fingers, mozzarella sticks and jalapeno poppers on the table and shot the man a disgusting look. Allen though this was borderline gutsy considering who this man was.

"I'll pass. Let's conduct our business. Jade, I want you ready to return to my booth the moment I order you, understood?" Allen said harshly.

Jade nodded and even flushed a little bit. "Yes sir."

She turned and sat down at the bar. The man shut the curtain.

"You know considering who you are I wouldn't think of you as the type to attend such... high-class parties," the man replied.

"Look, we both know why I'm here. I'm not trying to get involved in family business, it's more than my life's worth to try and mess with you guys. I'm just looking for a girl that was kidnapped a few weeks ago."

"I know who she is and where you can find her and you're not gonna like either answer I have to give," the man replied.

"I know who she is too. Amelia Hardy. Family wants her back," Allen replied, tersely. He couldn't let this guy realize how intimidated he was by the environment.

"Yes, little Amelia Hardy. 19 years old right? She got in the way of a Salvatore operation and she's in the prisoner holds below. Fortunately, she's been relatively unharmed and we're gonna release her to her family tomorrow morning," the man said.

"Why should I believe that?"

"Her dad forked over the $50,000. Guess he didn't have faith in you, poster boy," the man flashed a set of pearly whites and snagged one of the mozzarella sticks. "Try some, they're delicious. And have your fun with Jade."

Allen felt a surge of anger at Mr. Hardy, and at this stupid man sitting before him. His last two weeks of investigating had been all for naught. True, the girl was safe and that should be his main concern, but he felt so much anger at the waste of his time. The man left and Allen knew exactly who would feel the brunt of his anger.

"Jade!" Allen shouted, signaling her with his hand. The slave girl walked in and closed the curtain. And she was going to earn that $800.



Party Night at Evening Class



Evening Class

My wife Faith is a teacher at evening class, with an all-male class, and tonight was the last night of the year. Traditionally the last night was party night, and tonight was to be no exception.

She had kept me intrigued in the past telling me stories about the men in the class, with one man in particular, who not only kept inviting her out for a drink (an invitation she had put off each week) but was probably the most lecherous, although they were all a little naughty in their innuendos and bantering, often to the point of being certainly bawdy, if not almost lewd. But she loved it, and usually gave some of it back whenever she felt she could get away with it. She was also something of a tease, for she told me each week how she made a point of sitting perched on the edge of the desk, this position allowing the class to see right up her skirt, for she always sat with her legs parted a little and usually wore skirts which had a slit, and this slit was usually worn at the front. Sometimes she had even worn fishnet tights instead of nylon ones, as she said that fishnets didn't hide as much so that they could always tell the colour of her knickers!

But tonight was to be party night, and she had decided that, as a treat, she would wear stockings and suspenders. She said that she intended giving the men a better view of her thighs, and had asked me to help her choose her outfit, so I was fully aware of her intentions.

"I'm also wondering whether or not I should accept that invitation for a drink afterwards," she said. 

"I think you should," I told her, "in which case I now know what you ought to wear."

"Remember then that I intend wearing stockings and suspenders!" she laughed.

"I am remembering!" I told her. Then I went to her wardrobe and took out an extremely short mini-skirt which she usually only wore only on holidays as an alternative to a sundress. It was so short and tight that it barely covered her crutch when she wore it on holiday, but she usually wore matching knickers underneath, which made it appear a purpose-made outfit.

"They'll be able to see my stocking tops and even my suspenders without my perching back on the desk," she gasped, " and almost be able to see my knickers every time I move!"

"I know!" I replied wickedly "That's why I don't think you should wear any knickers at all!"

She looked at me with an expression I found it difficult to fathom, then with a equally mischievous grin she looked me fully in the eye and said, "Right! I'm game! Just so long as you realise it was your suggestion in the first place!"

"And no bra, either," I added. "But you can wear this top!" And I handed her another of her holiday items - a halter top with a 'plunge-to-the-waist' neckline and no back at all, the material being see-though fine lace, which allowed her nipples to be plainly seen, and which meant she could usually only wear it indoors when we were on our own.

She looked at me again in that strange sort of way, and then said, "I might just as well be completely naked. They'll all be able to see everything most of the time. And how dare I go for a drink dressed like that? For one thing what will John think, and for another, how am I going to be able get into a pub dressed like that?"

"I would imagine that John would be thrilled if you accept his invitation dressed like that!" I laughed. "I can see you getting a good pawing at least from him. If he doesn't he would not be worth going for a drink with!"

She laughed in her turn. "In that case I think you had better be in bed when I get home in case you get upset at what I might get up to!"

I laughed, then said, "Quite sincerely - you are free to get up to whatever you want, and I genuinely promise that whatever you do will be the exact opposite of upsetting me - it will actually excite me!"

She finally dressed in my chosen outfit, put on a fairly long coat, and explained that John would probably want to bring her home in his car, so she would not take hers this time. So I ran her to the college in my own car so that her mode of dress was not obvious to anyone she might meet on the way, dropped her off after kissing her and once more re-assuring her that whatever she chose to do that evening would receive my fullest blessings.

It was well after midnight when I heard the front door open. I crept to the top of the stairs as I heard her say quite loudly, "It's all right, John. He sleeps like a log once he has gone to bed. Nothing will disturb him." We have two lights in the hall - a soft glow type which is normally left on most of the time, and a very bright fluorescent one which we only use when doing any type of work in there. So, as if to emphasise her meaning, she switched the intensely brilliant light fully on! Her hair was mussed up, and apart from her tall-heeled shoes she was completely naked! In the bright light I could see, as she turned from switching on the light, that her back was covered in patches of something dark - probably mud, and one of her breasts was similarly coated. Her shaven pussy, puffy and fiery, seemed to glisten with moisture in the harsh hall light. 

"Thanks for a wonderful evening, John," she was saying. "I know we only had the one drink, but it was worth not wasting time drinking when it meant we could spend more time fucking. I feel almost sore from the times we have done it, but remember you will only have to ask in future and my cunt will be yours. If my husband answers the phone tell him you are John from Evening Class with a bit of a problem. He'll call me over and you can say whatever you want then. He won't hear you, for he always leaves me to speak quite privately on a telephone, as if he shouldn't eavesdrop! But can you fuck me once more before you go?"

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I'm exhausted. I don't think I have any come left in me, and I wouldn't be able to get it hard again very easily! Let's leave it for another time, in the distant future, say, such as tomorrow night?"

His hand was rubbing her pussy quite tenderly as they were speaking, and her hand was hidden as it groped inside his trousers. Suddenly she bent down and took out his now limpish prick and kissed it fully on the helmet before returning to kiss him not only on the lips but inserting her tongue into his mouth the way she had only ever done with me previously. At least as far as I knew, that is, but I felt certain I was right in this respect. 

When they broke apart she looked straight at him, still holding on to him by the waist, and asked, "How would you like me to dress tomorrow? Or would you rather come here so that I can look absolutely wanton when I open the door to you - no long coat to go out in like I had to do tonight. My husband won't be in until the early hours, so we can suck and fuck as long as we like before you go home to your own wife."

"I'll leave it to you how you dress, in that case," he answered. "Just as long as I can see and taste that fabulous pussy of yours whenever I want to, just like we did tonight. But I shall have to be going. My wife thinks I am at a friend's house playing cards, but it is time I was home. Until tomorrow, then, Faith," and once again they embraced and French-kissed. But eventually they had to break apart, and with a last look at Faith in her dishevelled state he returned to his car, Faith standing fully lit up in the doorway for his benefit, although she knew she could not been seen from the road owing to the bend in the drive and the trees flanking the drive.

As soon as he had walked round the curve she closed the door, and without looking up at me said, "You can come down now. I want another drink while I tell you the full story of tonight!"

I followed her into the lounge, where she poured out a large whisky for me, and an even larger neat gin for herself. She made no attempt to cover herself, although I don't know why she should after her displaying herself as she had done for John.

"Now sit down, play with yourself if you like, but don't touch me until I have finished my story or I'll never be able to remember all the details, and I want to tell you every single element of it."

I sat down opposite her, and although she played with finger after finger in her cunt as she told me the story, never once did I attempt to touch her until she had finished. 

"I arrived in my long coat, as you know," she began, "and just as I entered the classroom I met John - the man who has repeatedly asked me out for a drink after class. Once again he asked me, and I told him that as this was the last night I would agree, but that there were conditions. When he asked what they were I told him that firstly he had to make sure that he was seated right at the front of the class. I also made it clear that no one else had to know that we would be going for a drink together afterwards no matter how tempted he might be, hinting that he might wish to boast about it. When he asked me why I thought that, I told him, as mysteriously as I could make it, that, as tonight was party night, things might be said which could alter any teacher/student relationships."

"I remained in my long coat until the rest of the class had arrived, although three of the men had sent their apologies, as they had already started their holiday."

"John had done as instructed, and had taken the seat in the centre at the front, then I walked round to the front of the class and said, 'As you know, tonight is 'let-your-hair-down' night, and I intend doing just that. You must all be aware that I have always been fully aware of the fact that whenever I have perched on my desk you have all done your utmost to look up my skirt. Every one of you! And I have always let you! Well, as this is the last night as a special treat I've put on stockings instead of tights so there won't be anything obstructing my knickers tonight, but I must insist that you all remain in your seats until I give permission for anyone to stand up. Agreed?"

"They all agreed, their smug grins indicating that they thought that they were ahead of me, and that they would be able to see my knickers properly. I was soon to prove them wrong!"

"I told them, though, that my coat was staying on for the time being. I could hear them whispering about stockings and suspenders versus hold-ups, and inwardly I was roaring with laughter as to how they would soon see more of me than anyone other than you had ever seen."

"Anyway, I said that we would have the last lesson, although much shorter than previously, after which we would then eat our party cakes and share the couple of bottles of wine I had provided. I would then ask them all to write down their answer to a simple question after which I would give the answer and also remove my coat. But there was also a promise which they all had to make - that not one of them would ever let on to anyone else what might happen in this classroom this evening!"

"They all agreed, a little subdued, but evidently looking forward to my removing my coat. I gave the final summary of what we had done throughout the term, then asked John as he was nearest to the front, to pour out the wine for everyone else, and asked Mike to take round the cakes which had all been pooled onto one large plate. As soon as we had all eaten I asked them all to take out a pen or pencil and a piece of paper for my final question, which I would collect and then remove my coat as I gave them the correct answer."

"They all looked a little eager now, and pens and paper were produced immediately, and they all looked up in anticipation for my question. When it came there were loud chuckles, and instant hurried scribbling, for the question I asked them all was, 'What colour do you think my knickers are?'"

"I collected the papers, glanced through them, then put them on the table, after which, very deliberately, I unbuttoned my coat but held it together until with one swift shrug I dropped the coat onto the floor, revealing myself in the exceptionally short skirt and displaying both stockings and suspenders for their incredulous gaze plus the almost non-existent transparent lace top. I reminded them all of their promise not to move without my permission and then told them to watch carefully, and two things would now happen. Firstly I would sit for them in exactly the same position I had sat in every lesson for the past term, and then I would sit in such a way that they could see who was right at guessing the colour of my knickers. I stood quite still for a few seconds whilst they all became excited in expectation, although none of them could possibly have anticipated what they were actually going to see. Then, placing both hands firmly on the table behind me, with one swift leap backwards I not only placed my bottom on the table, but both feet as well spread apart in front of me! I was not only showing them that I was minus any knickers at all, but was actually flaunting what they had never expected to see - my gaping pussy in all its shaven glory!"

"Then I reminded them all once again that they could only move with my permission, although every one of them was now fumbling under the desk - presumably touching himself and trying to have a surreptitious wank. They nodded their agreement as much as they could with their eyes almost popping out, and so I said again that as this was the last night of the term, and we were now just about at the end of the night's lesson, I would allow them to leave one by one as I called them out of their place. Immediately they looked as if none of them wanted to leave, but I grinned as I continued that this meant that if they appreciated me as a teacher over the term, then I would permit a little indulgence and would not report any of them should they decide to snatch a kiss. 'After all, you have been a wonderful class' I praised them.' And then I proceeded to call out their names one by one to wish the goodnight, but adding that no arms were to go round my neck. 'That position for a kiss is reserved for my husband!' I explained, 'but nowhere else is taboo! Which means your hands can go anywhere else!' I audaciously added, hoping that they would grasp my meaning. And they did!"

"I called out the first name, and Mike came bounding eagerly towards me, his mouth meeting my open one for an unquestionably sex-laden tongue kiss as his hand hesitantly touched my naked thigh. I grasped his hand with mine so as to slide it upwards along the bare flesh until it reached my wet gaping pussy. When he found that my only reaction to that was to reach my tongue further into his mouth he plucked up enough courage to really diddle me. Finally, though I broke away and wished him 'Goodnight', and reminding him that others were awaiting their turn, that being sufficient of a hint to tell him that he had had his share for tonight. He left, vowing that he would be joining my class again next term!"

"I must admit that they were all extremely good in obeying my wishes. Even though every single one of them had a good grope they made no moves to go further, and all of them obediently left without any fuss, although my pussy was actually dripping by this stage. That is, until John's turn, and I had purposely left him until last. As he was the only one left in the room I was able to speak more frankly to him as I told him that he would have to leave in a minute or so in order that the others might have no suspicion about our arrangements. I would accompany him for one drink, I told him, but that I had other needs than a drink, nor would he need to use alcohol to release any of my inhibitions, as he could see! But then I told him that because he would in all probability want a kiss later on he could not kiss me on the mouth, but that he could do so anywhere else if he wished. "

" 'On one condition,' he countered. 'That you tell me where you want me to kiss you!'"

"I knew that he was just wanting me to talk dirty, so I humoured him. 'You can kiss either my tits or my cunt,' I told him, whereupon he grasped his penis through his trousers to relieve the discomfort caused by the pressure of his swollen prick, then put his face right up against my thighs, his tongue going right inside my gaping hole whilst his hands reached up and grasped both my breasts at once. Scooping out his tongue but still keeping hold of my breasts he transferred it to my own mouth, where I could taste the tanginess of my own juices." "But it was impossible to continue in the classroom, as I reluctantly had to tell him. Another teacher or even a cleaner could pop their heads round the door any time, and in any case, he had to be seen leaving the classroom alone to keep up the charade for the benefit of the others in the class, who were probably still hanging round outside."

" 'You go now,' I told him. 'Drive off, and then come back again for me when the others think you have gone. I'll be in the car park with my long coat on again.'" 

"He smiled agreement and went out, and I could hear him talking to the others outside, but I trusted them to keep entirely quiet about what had transpired this evening."

"I put on my coat, left the room, and wished 'Good night' to the odd person I met, then went out into the car park. Soon I heard a car entering, rather than leaving, as most of the cars were already doing, and assumed it was John. It was, and he chivalrously got out to open the passenger door for me."

" 'I presume you are hoping I will give you another view of my cunt as I get in,' I laughed. 'I'm sorry, but there are too many people around at present, but once I am in the car I will unfasten my coat all the way down for you.'"

"I kept my word. As soon as he had moved out of the car park I unfastened the coat all the way down and pulled it aside, whereupon his eyes started roving up and down my body. I quickly pulled my coat back into place, admonishing him slightly but nevertheless laughing - 'You're supposed to keep one eye on the road!' I scolded him. 'Let's get for that drink, for that's what I promised my husband - that I would accept your offer of a drink, and I wouldn't want to deceive him, would I?'"

"So I told him to turn into the nearest pub, have our drink, then to find somewhere where we would be secluded and undisturbed, as I was too hot with my coat on and that I could then leave my coat in the car. I told him that if we could find somewhere secluded he could then do whatever he wanted with me, to me, at me or on me! He looked quizzically at this remark, but as we were just about level with a pub he turned into its car park."

"I left my coat on, naturally, and we ordered drinks. Finding a quiet corner we went to sit there whilst we sipped them. 'I am in something of a hurry.' I said to him softly so as not to be overheard. 'I'll want you to take off everything I am wearing as soon as we get to where we are going, but I shall keep the coat on, naturally, until we are out of here.' "

"He agreed, and we could not finish our drinks fast enough. And in spite of the possibility that I might be seen I also took off my coat before getting into the car, giving John (and anyone else who might have been looking) another flash of stocking and suspender!"

"Once in the car he lost no time in driving away, as I said, 'Right - take me wherever we are going as quickly as possible. I'm dying for a piss and I don't want to ruin your upholstery. But I'll let you watch, of course, after you've torn my clothes off me!' "

"We had hardly gone more than a mile or so when he turned into a side turning, something like a farm entrance, but which seemed to peter out into a high-hedged field. Skilfully he stopped the car quite close to this hedge so that it could not be seen from the road at all (at least, I presumed that we could not be seen as we could not even see the road)."

"There was a full moon, as you know, and so we didn't need any light at all, so he switched off the car lights and we were completely alone in this meadow, yet we could see another quite plainly".




Party Night at Evening Class



" 'Tear them off if you can't unfasten them quickly,' I ordered him, and as he started by ripping off my halter-necked lace top I assisted by snapping at my skirt zipper and flinging that aside, too. All I had on, now, were my stockings and suspenders, having kicked off my shoes in the car before getting out, so I simply fell backwards, ignoring the mud which I had fallen into, and grasped both ankles to wrench both legs apart as wide as possible as I started to piss in a steaming cascade, absolutely drenching my skirt which was still between my feet.'

'John lost no time in stripping right off himself, and before I had finished pissing he had flung himself on top of me and his cock was already inside me, causing the piss to spray everywhere. He must have been absolutely worked up, too, for no sooner had he entered than he began to spurt, as I could feel. It was not a case of premature ejaculation - more of a case of being unable to hold back any longer. After all, I had given him more encouragement than practically any other man could have stood.'

'I was not far behind him with my own climax, though, and so for some time we just lay there, John on top, whilst we recovered our breath. Eventually, though, I suggested we get up and move on, but reminding him that I still had on my stockings (such as they were now - more rags and tatters, actually,) and suspender belt on. I told him to be as rough as he could and try again to literally tear off whatever I still had on. It actually hurt when he violently wrenched at the suspender belt, but it gave at the fastening and he flung it aside with the rest of what was once my clothing.'

'I then told him that I was perfectly willing to be driven back in my filthy but naked state, explaining that whatever mud was sticking to me would have my coat to protect it from his upholstery, although for his sake I would not wear it - just use it to protect his car. He seemed a little reluctant to get back in the car, though, but I reassured him that he would not lose out on anything, as I intended giving him a blow job whilst he was driving!'

'So he partly dressed again, enough to appear decent when we were actually on the roads, and I left all my clothing where it was in the field, as it was useless now being not much more than rags after the treatment they had had. I spread my coat over the seat and leaned back on it before bending down to release his prick once more so that I could get my mouth right over it.'

'It wasn't long before he started to come again, and luckily we were still down a country lane and moving quite slowly, so that he had to brake whilst I sucked in all he could spurt out. After that he went limp, and asked me to discontinue for a short while to let him recover, so I just played with myself as he drove on.'

Unfortunately we met no other traffic on our way back here, or I would have been tempted to try to expose myself still further to whoever was in the other car. Anyway, on arriving home and coming up the drive to the front of the house to park I told him that a gentleman always opens a door for a lady, especially if she is completely naked and intends getting out with her legs spread as wide as possible to show off her cunt whilst she does so.'

'He rushed round to my door and opened it, then deliberately stared intensely at my wanton display, and I took a great delight in flaunting my gaping lips for him, then just as deliberately I pushed two or three fingers right inside then offered them to him to suck! As he did so I grabbed his dick again and pulled him towards me so that as I stood up to get out he was positioned ready for another fuck. He was still a bit limp, and he said so, blaming the intensity of our previous fuck plus my sucking him off! But, it was semi-rigid enough to be able to push it in me again, and although we were in a very awkward position, half in and half out of the car, we did manage adequately until a much milder jerking from him told me that he was coming, albeit less forceful than before.'

'After this, though, he seemed satisfied enough to escort me to the door on the promise that I would definitely see him again tomorrow night - or should that be tonight, looking at the time now?' 

By now, though, I was absolutely raging to quench my own hunger for her, and one tug was enough for my pyjama trousers (all I had on at the time) to fall, as I plunged on top of her, receiving just as much frenzied passion as I was giving. Her pussy felt aflame with heat, and I could not contain myself sufficiently for a loving session - I felt I was raping her and wanted to do so. And she was responding to this assault with as much force as she was getting! When we finally subsided she lay panting, as she gasped out that she was well and truly fucked in every sense! She then confided that she was beginning to feel sore around her pussy area, but that every fuck tonight had been well worth while, not least the last one with me. I hardly remember any more than that for we both fell into a deep sleep almost immediately, completely exhausted!