1 comments/ 59663 views/ 22 favorites Denise Dances By: maxmaypo The music was steadily beating, and on the stage my girlfriend, Denise, was performing. By this time she was naked as a jaybird...not a stitch of clothing on. She looked gorgeous and the cheering crowd thought so too. They hooted and hollered out their approval of her gorgeous naked body and her sexy moves. Denise is 5'10" tall with curly dark blonde hair, blue eyes, and a beaming smile. The curly mop of hair, the mischievous twinkle in her blue eyes, and the knowing smile on Denise's face gives the impression of a beautiful but playful imp. She is always plotting something that would cause you to laugh out loud or shock you. Whether it's grinning one minute and then suddenly pulling her top off to feel the cool air against her bare breasts while driving in the country, or taking all of her clothes off and sucking my cock while her parents were sleeping just down the hallway from us, she always surprises me. When I first met Denise she was a senior in high school who loved to party, loved to dance, loved to play sports like field hockey and basketball, and loved to fool around in the bed. I was a sophomore in college. Although as a young Catholic girl she wouldn't go all the way, saving herself for her future husband, but she would engage in just about everything else. I remember one time when we were dating back then, we parked in River Rouge Park, a favorite necking spot in my hometown. She was naked and I was fingerfucking her but good. She loved to be fingered. Even though she wouldn't let herself engage in intercourse, she loved the feeling of something moving up inside of her vagina. She would get positively sopping wet with arousal. And whenever she got sexually aroused she would soon get naked. She might start out with her clothes all on but as she got excited Denise would soon be peeling her own clothing off. She liked to be naked so she could run her hands over her own body while I pleasured her. So invariably that's how she wound up no matter where we were at the time: her folks' house, parked in my car, at a party, or even in a dark booth at a club. So we parked in the parking lot at this park, and all of a sudden a flashlight taps on the fogged up windows of our car. It's the police. Denise didn't even pause. She rolled down the window, held my hand in place so I didn't pull out, and leaning her pretty smiling face out the window said, "We're sorry if we're not supposed to be here, but as soon as I get dressed we'll leave immediately," and she leaned her head back so the officer could shine his light on her naked body with my fingers still slid up inside of her blond haired pussy. The young officer just had to laugh at Denise's boldness and the view she had just given him. "Alright, finish up and get the hell out of here before someone else catches you and really gives you hell for what you're doing. You hear me, honey?" "Denise," she corrected the officer with a little giggle, part from her sense of humor and part from the sensations I was still causing in her belly. "Denise," the officer responded and, quickly shining his light again on her arching naked belly, laughed. That's what Denise was like. She made folks laugh and got away with a lot. Back then Denise's body was buff from the sports she played. As a high school senior she had small but noticeable breasts; they filled out her clothes and her swimwear quite nicely. Her waist was narrow and her hips flared out like many a woman's. Her butt was muscular, rounded and cute to see either in a bikini or in nothing at all. Her legs were perfectly shaped and muscular from all the sports. She was definitely a cute beauty. She wasn't a sensuous or erotic beauty, but rather a cute beauty. She aroused men and made everyone laugh with her cuteness and her flash. Goodness knows why I broke up with her in the second year of our relationship. She was preparing to go to college at University of Michigan -- Dearborn, and I wanted someone who would go all the way. I kept incessantly pressuring her. This led to fights. We both wanted someone with whom we didn't fight. Near the end we seemed to be disagreeing about almost everything, mostly because of the tension surrounding sex. So we ended it. Travel a few years forward. Now Denise is 22 and I'm 24. I had just ended a relationship with a divorcee. Yes, I had gotten my wish of losing my virginity...almost every day. But I hadn't been ready for a woman with a seven-year-old son and who wanted to get married again. At my age I wasn't interested in such a commitment. After breaking up I had decided to call up some old girlfriends, and when I called Denise she was positively ecstatic that I had called her. She said that she had been thinking about us recently. We set up a date for me to come to Ypsilanti where she lived at Eastern Michigan University and made plans to spend a four day weekend catching up and having fun. So as I pull up to her house there is Denise standing on the steps. Damn, she looks gorgeous!! Her hair is still a curly, blond mop on her head; her body is still shapely and muscular. She has clearly been staying in shape. And her clothes or lack thereof, show her body off well. She's wearing a tiny cut off t-shirt and skimpy cut off jeans shorts. Her t-shirt is a colorful blue-green with glitter that is cut off just below her breasts; in fact the twin curves of the bottoms of each of her breasts are visible from where I've parked. Her breasts are clearly larger and Denise is happily showing off her assets. With her breasts partially visible I can only assume she's not wearing a bra. Her shorts are just as daring, cut just millimeters south of her booty and low and open on her tummy. She's looking great!! As she sees me Denise runs down the stairs and as I step out of the car, she gives me a great big hug at first and then looking up at me she kisses me on the mouth. There's a big smile on her beautiful face. "I was so excited about seeing you again after I got your phone call," she says and then kisses me again, this time sliding her tongue inside my mouth. My hands wrap around her firm booty and pressing myself hard against her we kiss passionately. As we break apart I say, "Denise, I had trepidation when you called that you would still be pissed at me for how I treated you three years ago. But, right now, it feels just right...again. You're even more beautiful than you were before." Denise blushed and we kissed passionately again. As we headed inside and up the stairs to Denise's room I got a fantastic view of the bottom of her butt cheeks as she walked ahead of me. At the landing she turned around to look back at me and grinned. She fucking knew what she was doing: giving me a great view and trying to get me aroused and riled up. In this way Denise had not changed. She was older, more beautiful, but still as devilish as before. Her room was a nice large bedroom. Each floor of the house had a bathroom, which in Denise's case she shared with Janice and Rodney, her neighbors on the top floor. The kitchen was shared by all the eight residents of the house. After stashing my overnight bag in a corner of the room, Denise walked right up to me and said, "We need you to get out of these stuffy clothes and get comfortable." I'm thinking that I was just going to change into shorts and a t-shirt from the office clothes I had been wearing on my drive to her place; I had left straight from work. Clearly I was wrong. Denise approached me pulling her t-shirt over her head so that those gorgeous firm breasts of hers were now bare. She again drew my head down to kiss her and I felt the warmth and fullness of her breasts pressed against my chest. Her hands didn't rest long on my head and neck, however. With a deft use of her fingers the belt to my pants was undone and my pants and briefs were pushed off my hips and down to the floor. Aroused and excited I took this opportunity to free Denise of her short shorts and was pleased to feel her bare bottom in my hands. I palmed her butt cheeks and pressed her to me. My cock, getting stiffer by the minute, was soon comfortably nestled between her legs and against her naked belly. The last things to go were my shirt and undershirt. Now the bare skin of my chest was against her soft but firm breasts and my hairy belly was pressed against the smooth soft skin of hers. We devoured each others' tongues and our hands pressed our bodies tightly against each other. A whimper came from Denise as she shuddered ever so slightly from pleasure. Pulling me towards her bed we soon fell into it and were soon making fantastic love. The warmth and wetness of Denise's vagina as it took my unprotected girth and length inside of her was incredible. We soon were in a delicious rhythm of thrusting and withdrawing while I watched her blue eyes gaze up at mine. A smile, a tender, not impish smile this time, graced Denise's cheeks and lips, and then with a sudden pained look and a moan she came. I felt the girl whom I had been in love with years before spasm and grab at my penis now lodged deeply inside of her. I pressed deeply into her so that none of my penis was visible. Where our hips joined was only a tangle of my brownish pubic hair and her blond pubic hair, both damp with the heat of sex and our resulting perspiration. I rested a little, still hard inside of her, and caressed her shoulders and her face with my hands. I placed gentle kisses on her forehead and then trailed them slowly down to her lips where once again we sought out each others' tongues. After kissing for a few minutes still deliciously joined belly to belly, I heard Denise murmur "MMM-hhhhmm," and she began to move her hips once again causing the shaft of my penis to slide against the wet, warm walls of her vagina. I knew she was ready for more and again began a steady thrusting in and out of her. This time my moves varied and ensured that every part of her was touched by my manhood. I carefully ran my thumb down to the top of the split in her belly and finding the round firmness of her aroused clitoris through the blond curls of damp pubic hair I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger and rapidly flicked it back and forth. This drew little cries from Denise's dry lips. Her panting from her increasing sexual arousal as her body began to crest towards yet a second orgasm had dried her lips out but they were still pink and full as when she had kissed me. I dampened a finger with my saliva and ran it tenderly over her lips while never breaking stride down below. She took the tip of my finger between her lips and sucked on it. Soon Denise closed her eyes, arched her back and came once again. This time her vagina became extremely slippery with her flow. Her body was bathing my penis in the slippery juices of her vagina as it alternately squeezed and released with each wave of her climax. Her outer labia softened and deep inside her vagina softened and opened so millions of my sperm could potentially swim up into her cervix and then into her uterus. I inched deeper inside of her and watched my groin press her thick outer labia outwards from her tender vagina. Her clitoris was now visible, poking out through the damp hairs of her mons veneris now lying damp against her tanned white skin. I slipped my thumb across it and this intensified one of the multiple waves of her climax such that she cried out helplessly. Again we did not part, but instead stayed joined at the hips and played with each others' bodies in tender ways: Denise running a finger through the hairs on my chest, slipping a finger between my lips so I could suck on the tip; me flicking first one and then the other of her stiff nipples so beautifully tipping the twin full cones of her tanned white breasts, me running my hands through her hair, over her ears, cupping her face and tracing a path between her beautiful breasts, down across her indented navel, and then down to where my groin pressed against hers. Denise nodded and soundlessly mouthed the words, "Now...please." I knew instinctively what she wanted. I began to move with quicker thrusts that brought incredible pleasure to my penis. I felt Denise's vaginal muscles mold themselves to my shaft and grasp at the head of my penis. Our pace quickened and we were both soon panting. Denise ran her fingers from the base of my neck, down my spine and over my bared butt cheeks. She traced her fingers down the crack of my butt and wriggled a single finger against my anus. Teasing my anus with slight penetrations my hips and my torso were soon literally humming with sexual pleasure. I knew it wouldn't be long before I came, but I wanted Denise and me to climax together. Soon I got my answer. Denise cried out, "Oh, god, yes. Now Mark. Now!!" I quickened my pace and thrust a little deeper and soon I was tensing up as ejaculation after ejaculation filled Denise's tender vagina with millions of sperm and the warm gush of semen. She cried out again, pulled herself tight against my chest and, moaning and quivering, climaxed again. Running my hands down her damp back I pressed her butt up so she was more tightly held against me and I more deeply penetrated her and ejaculated deeper inside of her. Like that we stayed for many minutes clinched around each other, my penis still throbbing and squirting semen and sperm inside of Denise, her vagina opening and closing around my penis. As we were able to unclench our muscles we looked at each others' faces and then kissed passionately for minutes. I let her body down onto the bed and moved myself over her, protecting her as her lover. I felt her face against my chest and felt the pants of hot air against my chest and neck. I kissed the top of her head and held her firmly. I had an instinct to protect this beautiful woman. We had made love and we were each others' mates. Soon we calmed down enough that I began to shrink inside of her and words returned to our lips. "Wow," Denise said. "That was like nothing I've ever experienced." "Me neither," I responded. Although my lovemaking with Barbara, the divorcee I had recently dated, had come pretty close in pure animal passion, this was different. Yes, the intensity had come from having never done it with each other, but there was an almost instantaneous and incredible connection and tenderness too. I laughed. "What," Denise inquired. I looked at her lying beneath me and said, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known. When you were younger you were cute, but now there is a lusciousness and beauty in every part of you." Denise blushed in embarrassment, but then laughed and kissed me hard. "God, what a line of BS," I heard from slightly behind me. It was a female voice. I was startled and started to move off of Denise to pull the covers over our naked bodies, but Denise stopped me. "Mark, this is Janice. Janice, this is Mark." A black girl with a great body was standing now next to Denise's bed. As she reached out her hand to shake mine I checked out her looks. She had her jet black hair done in a short natural, her eyes were hazel, and her skin was a dark chocolate color and was unblemished. She had large, firm breasts that were much larger than Denise's and that were barely contained and covered by the yellow sleeveless t-shirt and no bra she was wearing. Each one of her large nipples was clearly visible through the thin cotton of her t-shirt. And as she shook my hand it was as if each of her breasts moved with a sexy mind of its own, swaying and jiggling. Her midriff was bare and flat and she was wearing a pair of yellow low slung knit shorts that clung to her proportions. The seam of the shorts was nestled tightly between a thick pair of labia and there was the darkness of pubic hair visible through the sheer yellow material running in a landing strip down the front of her groin to the top of her camel toe. Again apparently no underwear!! Noting how I was checking her out, Janice said, "Here, check out the whole package, Mark." She turned around and I could see that her booty was a very round African booty that did not jiggle like her full breasts. Ending her pirouette I felt her cool hand run over my bare behind and squeeze it and then felt her hand work its way between my legs and grab my testicles. "These boys must be empty about now after seeing how many times you came into my friend, Denise." Turning to Denise, she asked, "You OK, girl. He fucked you good. You gonna be ready for tonight?" Denise responded, "I'll be ready. Don't you worry!" And with that Denise wriggled out from underneath me and taking my hand guided me to the shower. There we cleaned up and toweled down. Before going back to her room though, Denise led me over to another open bedroom door and inside was Rodney. He was also in good shape and was also African American. He was in the middle of doing exercises and was stark naked. His skin was all shiny with perspiration. He was doing squat thrusts and was in such good shape that he didn't have to stop to talk to us. Denise standing there in the nude with her bath towel over her shoulder introduced me and then introduced Rodney. Realizing I was curious whether she and Rodney had ever done it, Denise moved around so Rodney could clearly see her naked body, opened her legs slightly so that the folds of her pussy were clearly visible and asked him, "Rodney, does this do it for you?" Rodney tumbled to the floor laughing saying, "Denise, you are so bad. You're going to upset your friend here. Tell you what, you let me see what your friend has and I might not take you over my knee and smack your bare bottom for interrupting my workout." I didn't know what the heck was going on but Denise walked back to my side and tugged off my towel which had been folded and tucked around me waist. It came off, Rodney clearly checked out my junk, and as he clearly started getting an erection, he asked Denise, "Can you turn him around?" She shoved me around so Rodney could check out my backside. As I turned back to face him he was right there and I felt his fingers slide up and down the shaft of my penis as he said to Denise, staring her in the face, "Girl, your boyfriend feels pretty damn good. I might want him to visit me over the next coupla nights." He stopped and released my penis, which embarrassingly for me was getting stiff from his manipulation. "Rodney's gay, Mark. Rodney's studying dance, Janice is studying physical therapy, and I'm studying sports education. The house refers to us as the "naked but athletic" floor. The others aren't like us. We all met elsewhere and just got lucky finding the three rooms on the floor of this house empty. We're all athletic and all don't mind being seen in the buff." Rodney interrupted Denise and grasping my penis again said, "Mark, we will have our way with you yet this weekend. I know this girl and you are good. I know 'cause I just heard you and her about half an hour ago giving it up to each other. (I hadn't realized we had been that noisy.) But you ain't nailed until you've nailed a male." With that he slapped his own butt and then returning to his exercises said, "Denise, I know why this man loves you so much. 'Cause you are fine, fine, fine." Denise laughing pulled me out of the room and we headed back to her room down the hall. Upon entering Denise's room there was Janice lying on a quilt which she had spread over Denise's bed. She was now naked and was lying with her legs wide open such that the pink and black folds of her crotch were clearly visible. She must have been playing with herself because there was the hint of a white creamy substance at the opening to her vagina. Unlike Denise Janice was shaved. Her labia were hairless and she had an inch wide landing strip of jet black kinky hair which ran down the middle of her belly and ended just north of her folds. Without any covering hair and obviously having been masturbating while we were in the shower, Janice's dark clitoris was quite visible. Denise Dances I stammered not knowing what to say or what to do. Denise took my towel out of my hand, pushed my backside towards the bed, and said, "Mark, I love you dearly, but Janice and I reached an arrangement long ago. Her boyfriends and dates satisfy my needs and my boyfriends and dates are supposed to take care of her needs. So take care of her needs." Denise pushed me down on the bed and Janice pulled me between her legs. I was still erect after Rodney had been playing with me and had gotten even more stimulated by the sight of a nude and excited Janice before me so it was an easy maneuver for Janice to guide me inside of her. I know women don't believe this or at least they say they don't believe this but every woman is different. The way her body looks, the way her body feels, the way she responds...all are different. Janice's vagina felt different than Denise's. Her response and what moves turned her on were different. She even kissed different. As we both got close to cumming she and we even began swapping tongues by French kissing. Within minutes I felt Janice tense up and soon her pussy was sloppy wet with her cum. I continued to thrust in and out of her not giving her a chance to recover. I guess I was a little angry that Denise and Janice had sprung all of this on me and I wanted to drive Janice mad. I wasn't making love to her like I had earlier with Denise; I was fucking her. Soon I was feeling that tingle in my lower back and my testicles as a surge of semen wanted to be out and swimming inside another vagina. I was soon tensing up and so was Janice. We came simultaneously. And unlike with Denise where I wanted to share tendernesses I pulled out of Janice as soon as I could. I told the both of them, "Now I'm going to have to take another shower." Gobs of mine and Janice's cum were tangled in my pubic hair and up and down the shaft of my penis. Janice surprised me, Denise laughed and the two of them pushed me down on the bed with Janice positioning her womanly folds over my face. I felt two pairs of lips and tongues cleaning me off. And Janice kept lowering her wide open labia over my face until my nose was up her butthole and her wet labia were against my own lips. I took the hint and began licking her labia clean. Getting into it I even swirled her anus and heard her remark, "Oh, you dirty boy. Denise, you got a good one here." With all this oral sex play it wasn't long before I was announcing that I was going to cum soon. But in this case I felt a pair of lips lock over my cock until every last drop of ejaculate was slurped up into someone's mouth. I didn't know whether it was Janice or Denise. I was frankly worn out. Here it was only a couple of hours after I had shown up and I had made love to two different women, had them and a gay guy play with my penis, and was totally drained of cum. I dozed off with both women curled around me and it was several hours later, when the sun had set, that I woke up. I was alone and naked lying on Denise's bed. I got up, slipped some shorts on and went exploring to see who was around. Rodney, now dressed, greeted me in the hallway and said, "Denise left you a note to go to the place she works at." He handed me the note. I got dressed and followed the directions to the Purple Onion Saloon. The directions took me outside of the city limits into what looked like a rural area. When I pulled into the parking lot I noticed that it was crowded. It was a Friday night so I wasn't surprised; I reasoned the food and/or entertainment must be really good. At the entrance I was directed to one of two inside entrances after paying a cover charge which was called a membership fee on the receipt. The loud music coming through the walls gave me an indication of what kind of place this was, and they were confirmed as I passed through the inner door. A dark seating area coupled with a brightly lit stage, scantily dressed waitresses and a woman dancing and stripping on the stage...it was a strip club. Denise was working as a waitress at a strip club!!! I thought to myself that it must pay well if she was working here. While I was pondering this realization a petite redhead dressed in a black, sheer nylon blouse with no bra underneath and a short black and white skirt that exposed her cute bottom but also snugged low on her hips which a gold chain encircled, took my hand, smiled bewitchingly and led me to a table. After being seated I asked her, "Can I have Denise U. serve me?" "You must be Mark. Sorry, I'm your server," she responded, "but you will see her soon. I'll let her know you're here." She then took my order and departed. I watched Ginger's perky little bottom moving away from me and then turned my attention to the club. There appeared to be a separate section for customers to watch male dancers, so male dancers on a stage on one side of the club and female dancers on my side of the club. For two-thirds of the club there was a low partition, not a full wall. This allowed the patrons to see what was happening on the dance stage of the other half of the club. While I waited for my order and for Denise I checked out the other side. The lady patrons on the male dancer side were rowdy and loud, and I swear I saw several bridal veils. I guessed it was girls and their bridal parties having bachelorette parties at the Purple Onion...a final fling before getting married. The male dancer didn't just stay on the stage but moved in and among the women and couples seated on that side. In fact there appeared to be several male dancers some of whom disappeared with the customers into a draped area that was hidden from view once one passed through the drapes. I studied our side of the club. Similar to the other side there appeared to be a room hidden by dark red velvet drapes and as I watched I saw a nude woman with a man and woman in tow who disappeared through the draped opening. My imagination ran wild on what was happening behind the red velvet drapes. Turning my attention to the stage on our side of the club I saw a cute, busty Asian girl dressed in a sexy cowgirl outfit who was in the process of bumping and grinding and removing articles of her clothing. It seemed pretty standard to me so I turned my gaze back again to the other side. At a particularly raucous table of girls near the stage the bridesmaids seemed to be egging the bride, the girl wearing a white bridal veil, to do something. The male dancer, a muscular, handsome man dressed in a black thong at this point, came down off the stage, leaned into the bride, said something to her, and drew her up onto a chair on the stage. He was assisted in this by pushes from the bridesmaids who also whooped and hollered as the bride went up on stage. Now the dancer began to gyrate intimately around the bride, grinding his groin into her face and moving up against her as much as he could. He then grabbed a towel sitting on the stage and asked her to undo the clip holding his thong in place on one hip. Her bridesmaids egged her on some more so she did it. The dancer took her left hand and laid it on his naked hip and pushed her hand around so she could get a handful of his muscular butt. As she slid her hand across his bare skin, her friends went wild. Next he indicated that she should use her other hand to release the clip on his other hip. Again her friends loudly encouraged her to do so. When she did his thong fell to the floor revealing a massive penis and a tiny soul patch of pubic hair at the base of his penis. His penis was already thick and standing up so he moved it towards her lips. At this point he surrounded her head with the bath towel so that only his bare butt was exposed to the audience. No one could see what she was doing. Some time passed and a can of whipped cream was used for something, and then the dancer dropped the towel to reveal the bride performing some serious fellatio on his penis. Her mouth was halfway down the shaft of his penis and her hand was rapidly stroking the remaining shaft. Her other hand was fondling and squeezing his testicles. Her lips and nose had remains of whipped cream still on them. Now one of her friends came up on the stage and kneeling down next to the bride she began massaging the dancer's bare butt and also running her hands and lips on his exposed chest and belly. The bride quickened her pace of stroking his penis and licking and sucking the tip and upper shaft until all of a sudden the dancer's butt cheeks tightened in a spasm and he must have cum in the bride's mouth. His spasms went on for a long time filling the young woman's mouth. Her friend wiped some cum dribbling down her chin with two fingers and licked it off them. As the dancer's spasms ended the bride stood up, opened her mouth for her bridesmaids so they could see the load of cum she had in her mouth. One of her bridesmaids handed the bride a drink and she downed it along with the cum. She then let out a whoop and after kissing the dancer on the mouth, returned to her table. Even soft after cumming the dancer's penis was quite sizable, and he was able to entice another young woman up on stage. Soon he was sporting yet another massive erection and again the routine of towel, whipped cream, and fellatio played itself out. But this time the woman didn't fellate him until he came. I guess she was satisfied with a large, warm penis moving in and out between her lips and the sweet taste of the whipped cream over the salty taste of his cum. At the end of this show the dancer slipped his thong back on and gathered up his clothes, making way for the next male dancer, a muscular black man. The first dancer went down to the table of the bride he had performed with on stage, talked to the bride's bold friend and soon the whole party was retreating to the red draped room. Given the wildness of what I'd just seen on stage I assumed that some serious sexual activity was going to happen in there...either with the bride to be or one or more of her friends. My attention was now drawn to our own stage as the strip club host and DJ announced a new dancer to the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together for a new dancer. This beautiful lady is an amateur and is here with her boyfriend. She's both a student from Eastern Michigan University and a part-time teacher and this is something she has always wanted to try. So, gentlemen, let's see if we can coax Deedee to shed her clothes on our very own stage. Give her a warm welcome." It sounded interesting. Amateurs always brought nervousness but an innocent sexiness to their dancing. I had seen amateur contests in Atlanta, Washington, and Windsor, Ontario. There were often much more erotic than the regular strip acts. The women started out nervous and then, if they got into it, were much more erotic than the normal dancers. If they didn't, the audience usually cheered them on for at least trying. Their amateur efforts at stripping naked in front of a crowd were always appreciated by the male audience. So out came a blondish girl wearing a business suit; she had on eyeglasses which made her look like a secretary or business woman. Because of the lighting I didn't see her face at first. She came out rocking slightly to ZZ Tops' "Legs". The crowd cheered raucously as she reached for the collar of her jacket. Then turning away and shaking her hips back and forth, she slid the jacket down off of her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Still facing away from the audience her hands started at the top of her blouse and began to unbutton the buttons. The audience began to chant "Strip, strip, strip!" or "Go Deedee!!" As her hands appeared to be halfway down her blouse she raised her head up as if getting into the music and her hips began to rock more sensuously and more emphatically. She turned around and let the audience see as her blouse opened up slowly down to the last button. Then making eye contact with the audience for the first time she put an inquiring look on her face and blushed. At the same time she pointed to the edges of her blouse as if to ask, "Should I take this off?" The crowd roared its assent, "Strip, strip, strip," and "Show us your tits!!" It was while this sexy woman was facing the audience that it dawned on me that it was Denise up there on the stage, dancing and attempting to take her clothes off for this aroused audience. It was both shocking and arousing. My girl was going to take all of her clothes off in front of the hundred or so folks seated on our side of the Purple Onion. As I watched she tugged the blouse off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Denise was wearing a lacy cream colored bra through which her round nipples were poking out. Her body was beautiful and luscious. Now again she blushed at being blouseless before the audience but she pressed on, again raising her head and allowing her body to feel the rhythms of ZZ Tops' music. Still facing the audience she pointed first to her sheer lacy bra and then to the skirt wrapped around her waist and covering her down to her knees. She was moving to and fro and waiting for the audience to decide which garment she would lose first. The cheering was loudest for her losing her bra and baring those beautiful round breasts of hers. So as the song changed to Pink's "Get the Party Started" Denise reached behind her to wild cheers from the audience and popped the clasps on her bra. She shrugged it off of her shoulders and let it fall to the stage floor. Now she started to dance more vigorously and this caused her bare breasts to bounce and jiggle. She reached up, grinned mischievously and tugged on each of her nipples so now they popped right out all perky and hard. A smile crossed her face now; she was really enjoying this and was losing her nervousness. The crowd began chanting again, "Strip, strip, strip" and "Bush, bush, bush". And so Denise pointed to the waist band of her skirt and blushing shook her head back and forth as if to say, "I can't remove my skirt; I'll be too naked then." The crowd ate up her innocence with even louder calls for her to take it all off. Again Denise turned away from the audience and unhooking her skirt let it slip to the floor revealing a pair of sheer cream colored panties which didn't hide the darkness of the crack of her butt. In fact the panties were molded to her round, firm bottom and moved with her as she danced even more excitedly on the stage, moving her hips back and forth so that the muscles in her beautiful butt and thighs moved and quivered. The panties weren't thongs or g-strings but a standard pair of women's panties that just emphasized that she was just a normal girl who was up on the stage ready to strip naked for all the guys and gals in the audience. The crowd ate it up and cheered loudly. She turned back to face the crowd now and raised her arms up to the ceiling as if to say, "Here is all of me guys. What do you think?" She got the biggest smile on her face as the crowd hooted and hollered its approval at her sexiness. The panties which had seemed so tame from her backside now were revealed to show a sheer diamond-shaped panel over her crotch so that nothing was left to the imagination about her pubic triangle and the fullness of her labia down below. Now rather than just rocking to the music, she began to strut back and forth across the stage, as if she were giving in to the sheer pleasure of the roaring adulation that greeted her almost nude body. She stepped up to a young man standing at the edge of the stage with a twenty dollar bill in his hand. She took the bill and tossed it to the floor with her clothes. Then she raised his fingers to the edges of her panties and let him do what any man would have done in response to such an erotic invitation. He slid her panties down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. The crowd instantly roared its approval. There she stood bare and beautiful. Her light brown pubic hair formed a perfect triangle on her lower groin and covered her pussy lips. The natural unshaved look drove the audience wild. Here was an amateur not a pro with her pussy shaved bare and a nasty hunk of metal piercing her clitoris or labia. Denise strutted back and forth across the stage again and then another young man with a twenty dollar bill stood at the edge of the stage and Denise stood right in front of him with his face inches from her naked belly. She took his twenty and tossed it with the other one. She bent over to listen to his request. She nodded affirmatively and placed his hands on her hips. The young man then kissed her bare belly and nuzzled her pubic hair with his nose and then at the last moment he flicked his tongue out and licked her clit. She jumped back and then looked at him sternly. Then beseeching the audience she pointed down there and pushed her pubic hair aside to reveal her clitoral hood. After the crowd roared its approval Denise grabbed the guy who was still standing there admiring her nude, sexy body and gave him the "give me another twenty look" and indicated with her finger that she wanted him to hand it to her before it went further. The guy, fully aroused and ready to part with whatever money it took, handed her another twenty. She tossed that back on the stage and then asking for his hands, placed them on each of her bare warm hips and said, "OK". The guy leaned forward, holding her hips steady and proceeded to tongue Denise's clit. She let this go on for about 30 seconds during which she began to wriggle in pleasure and get very flushed. He must have been good because he was causing her to get aroused. Pushing him away she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, then putting her hand to her head and rubbing her belly like she was excited and on the way to having an orgasm, she strutted across the stage to yet another man standing at the edge of the stage. He had three twenties in his hand. She quickly grabbed those and tossed them into the growing pile of cash sitting on top of her clothing. This time however she didn't lean over and ask what the guy wanted. Instead she turned around so her unblemished, round butt was facing him and proceeded to bend over at the waist and grab her ankles. Without a pause the guy leaned forwarded and feasted on Denise's exposed labia and anus. I don't think she was expecting to feel his tongue dart up her anus because she started when she felt him probe her there (she told me this later). Again after about 30 seconds she righted herself and the guy cheered loudly as he plucked one of her fine pubic hairs from his teeth. His buddies slapped his back and cheered him for doing what he had done. Denise again leaned over and pecked this guy on the lips. The third song was on and Denise, gathering cash quickly, strutted back to the original spot at the edge of the stage where she had left the young man who had licked her clit. Now standing there was a muscular young black man. As Denise approached him he posed as if to say to her, "You are one fine lady." He offered her $100. I was frankly amazed at how quickly these men were parting with the cash. I think Denise's apparent amateur status coupled with the fun she seemed to be having on stage really got the guys in the audience riled up. I noticed that several of the guys had already called for several of the other dancers to escort them back into the red draped room; the sexual excitement in the room was definitely increasing as Denise continued her act on the stage. As I turned back to the stage Denise again offered her bare bottom to the muscular black man standing there. As he placed his large hands on each of her naked hips he demonstrated to the audience that he had an exceptionally large and long tongue. But he didn't pause too long before he was lavishing his lingual attentions on Denise's exposed genitals. And in a short time Denise was actually quivering and shaking and having to steady herself as she apparently sustained an orgasm. The strong man held her firmly until she actually orgasmed right there on the stage. Denise Dances This prompted more guys to approach the stage now, but it was at that moment that the third song ended and the announcer came on and said, "I know you don't want to hear this, but that is the end of Denise's set on the stage. So what do you think, guys? Is she hot or what? " "Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot," the audience cried out repeatedly until the announcer had to come out on the stage to calm the audience. He held the microphone out to Denise, and she said to the audience, "Thanks, guys!" in the cutest little girl voice she could use. She was now laughing in embarrassment with the realization that she had just stripped naked on a public stage and had sustained an orgasm at the tip of a stranger's tongue...an incredible tongue but a stranger's tongue nevertheless. The announcer escorted her off the stage and the next act came out. Soon Denise was at my table and sitting down, now fully dressed in a sheer blouse and a short knit skirt. She had on no bra and the outline of her booty was clearly visible as the skirt's material clung to it. "So what did you think?" "I can't believe you just got naked in front of all these men and women and then had that guy get you off. I'm shocked to see that you aren't a waitress here and stunned that you had the guts to actually do that." "Mark, dear, I was a waitress until tonight and before you ask, yes, I do wear this outfit and, yes, I'm not wearing any underwear, and, yes, that's intentional. It increases the tips to let guys fantasize. But Janice and Rodney, who are dancers here...you should see Rodney's show; he drives the women crazy and they don't even know he is gay...have been bugging me to try it out. But it wasn't until I knew you would be here tonight that I agreed to try my first time on the stage. I figured if I totally flopped I'd have you to comfort me. So did you think my performance was sexy?" "My goodness, Denise; that was one of the most erotic stripteases I've ever seen. So are you going to do like the other dancers and visit the Red Velvet Drape Room?" I was half joking hoping that she would take me back there and we could fuck each other's brains out with an audience of similar couples copulating right next to each other. "Well, I wasn't going to do it, but what happened on stage has got me curious. I know that we're going to be boyfriend and girlfriend for the foreseeable future and I love you madly...but," she paused, "I gotta know if that guy's penis is as big as his tongue was." She pointed to the same muscular black man who had gotten her off on stage. "And I want you to be there with me." So Denise wanted to know if that stranger's penis was equally sizable and, I'm guessing, did it feel equally sizable inside of her. Part of me wanted to say, "Fuck, no...you're mine." And "what about the afternoon delight we had so intimately shared." Then it hit me. "Yeah, and what about the fact that I had had my dick up Janice's pussy just a few hours ago and had gotten off inside of her unprotected and skin to skin." I couldn't resist her disarming, playful nature. "OK. But I want to be there like you were when Janice and I got it on." "Thanks, sweetheart," and Denise kissed me hard on the face and pushed my free hand between her legs so I could feel how wet and aroused she already was. I know I should have been ticked off that she was all wet for another guy's penis, but her kiss, her sensuality, her cuteness, and the fact that she wanted me to share this with her all calmed my potential jealousy and anger. As Denise worked her way over to the guy's table and propositioned him in front of his friends, I waited for her, the guy, Bo, and his friends to enter the Red Draped Room. I entered with them. His buddies asked who I was when I sat with them facing Denise and Bo about to do the "dirty deed". "The infamous boyfriend," I replied. Upon knowing who I was several of Bo's friends then warmed to me with, "Heah, brother, that's cool. You have a fine woman there." But then several, laughing at me, continued, "But after Brother Bo pops her cherry your Deedee will be hard to keep, man!! We hope you know what your GIRLFRIEND will be fuckin' tonight. Bo's enormous and is a "fucking" machine; he has driven many a fine young woman absolutely crazy. They brains say "no" but they pussies say 'Yes, yes, yes...YES!!" They were feigning Denise's reaction after Bo got done with her. They continued, this time with sympathy in their eyes and a hand on my shoulder, "After they've had Bo they can't go back. They leave their boyfriends, they husbands, they fathers, and whomever to get some 'a' Bo's big black cock. Good luck, brothah. Your woman is fine, but she about to be mined." Again several laughed. They apparently had seen this before where some unsuspecting guy like me watched as his girlfriend or wife got absolutely wild on the tip of Bo's big cock. "What had I been thinking?" I thought to myself. "Was this guy that good and that large that Denise would never be satisfied by my penis again? Would we no longer have the afternoons like we had just had earlier today? Would we break up once again, but this time because I couldn't give her what this stranger was about to give her? I had ended our relationship three years earlier out of desire for warm, soft pussy sliding all around my penis? Would Denise end our relationship now out of desire for hard, thick, long cock sliding all around inside of her vagina?" "You're kidding me, right guys?" I was hoping their answers would be "yes". And they said that, they were kidding me, but I knew that they were being nice to me. I could see it in their eyes, "That poor motherfucker doesn't know his woman will no longer be his after Bo gets done with her pussy." Across the room Denise had removed her skirt and blouse and was now beautifully naked in the red lighting in this special room. She helped Bo unbuckle his pants and drop them to the floor. It was clear to me, even in the dim lighting that Bo was hung. His enormous equipment was already straining at the boxer briefs he was wearing. Denise leaned over Bo and dangled a gorgeous firm tit in his face and taking the bait Bo encircled her nipple with his lips and at the same time the fingers of one hand darted up between Denise's legs. I could see her quiver with pleasure at the dual assault on her erogenous zones. Now she walked over to a bowl and retrieved a condom. Bo had removed his own briefs and had managed to kick off his shoes, his pants and his briefs. One of his friends remarked, "Bo sure does like the freedom to maneuver. This will be long and strong for your lady, Mark!!" Tearing the package open Denise worked the condom down Bo's already hardened shaft. It only went down halfway. The condoms at the club were meant for normal men, 6 to 7 inches long and an inch in girth, but Bo's cock was an easy 9 to 10 inches in length and a few inches in thickness. He was circumcised and the mushroom cap of his cock looked like a club head. Denise was working the condom down Bo's shaft when Bo took charge. He stood up suddenly and pushed Denise back on the couch they were using. He opened her legs and soon his head was working furiously between her legs. As if they were sports commentators and I was the fan, some of the guys remarked to me, "Bo does like the taste of white girl pussy. He say it taste like sugar and the white girls like his tongue and what it does to their tender insides. Gettin' 'em all excited also gets they pussies softer and more elastic...better able to take in Bo's equipment." They chuckled as they watched Denise's legs tighten and her torso arch up to Bo's expert tongue and lips...once...twice...and yet once more. I knew Denise. I knew she had thought she could control the situation. She thought she would have Bo eating out of her hand. Instead he was eating her out...out of her mind. She told me later that long tongue of his actually curled up inside of her vagina and was able to flick against her g-spot while his lips kept up a rhythmic sucking on her clitoris. The sensation was incredible, she said. Like nothing she had ever felt. Although the music hid the sounds from us sitting nearby, Denise told me, that her vagina got absolutely liquid at Bo's probing and pleasuring. She heard how sloppy wet she became and saw her juices shining on Bo's lips and cheeks. With hardly a pause and before Denise could stop him, Bo leaned up grabbed a nipple between his lips distracting Denise and then he was inside of her. His thrusting was incredible. A symphony of long, extended strokes pulled at Denise's belly and quick, short thrusts that drove her mad after a slow but intense burning pleasure rose up inside her belly. At one point she looked at me directly and there was the look of apology as her body betrayed me. This was more than she had bargained for. Bo was indeed driving her mad with incredible pleasure. Now pulling her body close against his he picked her up and then sat back down on the couch. She was now on top of him and facing him as he rocked her completely aroused body back and forth and to and fro. And when Bo would pause Denise would take over keeping up a constant fucking of that enormous member buried deep inside of her pussy. She ripped Bo's shirt off so he was soon as nude as she was. She kissed him violently and tasted the salt of the sweat on his neck and his chest. And every few minutes she would beg for mercy and then shudder violently as her body gave itself up to yet another climax...another incredibly delicious climax. All of us watching were getting incredibly turned on. And then it was over. Denise, looking totally exhausted by the incredible sex she had been engaged in with Bo, slipped her top and skirt back on and asked for a comb so she could look halfway presentable before going out to the main floor of the club. Bo dressed and disappeared with his friends; they were all laughing and having a good time. When we passed through the red drapes we didn't see them anywhere in the club. Denise said, "I have to get a pair of panties to put on; I'm dripping." When I looked puzzled, Denise responded, "During intercourse with Bo, the condom came off because of his size and he came inside of me. He came in me quite a bit; three times to be exact. I need something to catch it before it drips down my leg. " As Denise disappeared I sat at a new table that was vacant just stunned at what I had just seen. I finally connect with Denise, whom I haven't seen in years and we hit it off right away. Then she surprises me by having me fondled by a gay guy and then having me fuck her roommate. Then she surprises me further by revealing that she is a scantily dressed waitress at a strip club. Then she further surprises me by stripping nude for her first time in front of everyone in the club and entertaining several customers to play with her body. And then last of all she surprises both me and herself by engaging in an incredible half hour of fucking a guy who has the biggest dick I've ever seen. When Denise returned she sat down at the table. As she approached she still looked beautiful and bright once again. Her bare breasts bounced visibly through the sheer blouse she wore. Her hips moved side to side in the sexy vibrant way she had of strutting. And as she approached the table she hiked up her skirt so I could see that she was no longer pantiless. "Because I finally stripped on the stage, the owners say I can have off for the night. Plus between the tips from the stage act and what Bo paid me I made $400 already tonight. So I'm all yours for the rest of the night." She had a beaming smile back on her face, but I could see behind it that she was tired. And I was still shocked at how readily Denise had given herself to Bo because of what he had first done to her on stage. "Mark, when you deserted me three years ago, it was because of sex, or the lack of it. Well, I like sex now; I like it alot. It's emotionally wonderful when we make love like we did this afternoon. I feel not only physically satisfied but emotionally complete when you hold me in your arms after making love like we did. But...but I have also found that I just like sex for the physical pleasure it gives me. Like any woman I can cum multiple times and...I like it!!" "I know tonight hurt you seeing me like that with another man. I like sex. I liked what he did to me with his tongue on stage. I'd never felt anything like that before and I just had to know...was he as long and big as his tongue was." And now I could see Denise get flushed as she recalled what had just happened. She was both aroused and excited. The imp was back and I loved her for it. She continued, "Ohmigod, Mark, he was huge. I hadn't counted on him performing on me with that tongue of his again. He was actually able to slip it up inside of me and flick the tip rapidly against my g-spot. The sensation of a soft, warm tongue doing that as opposed to my finger or someone else's finger sent me over the top repeatedly." I remembered seeing Denise arch her back in climax at least three times. "I had three large orgasms and multiple small ones. And while Bo was playing with me he kept stroking my ego by saying, 'God, Deedee, you have the tastiest, most beautiful pussy I've ever had. Damn, but you are one hot woman!! You're tangy and salty at the same time.' When he said 'salty' I knew right then that he was tasting you, Mark, and I had to chuckle to myself. So the big man who's impressing his friends is actually tasting another man's cum...your cum, Mark...and says he likes it. But I have to admit these impish thoughts didn't last too long before I felt his mouth travel up my naked torso and felt his lips lock on one of my nipples. Instantly my nipple popped out hard as his tongue swirled all around it. I felt his hand reach underneath my butt and lift my hips and then I felt his naked penis slide up inside of me. Unknown to me he had managed to slip off the condom so his naked penis would ride me bareback not saddled. I didn't stop him either; he felt too goddamn good! "At this point he pushed past my control and I stopped thinking and started reacting like a female animal in heat. God I became so horny for his penis. I didn't like how I must have looked to you. That's when I turned to you and wanted you to forgive me. But then, and I hate to say this, the first crushing orgasm shuddered through my body. His penis was so thick and so long that it was touching me deep in my vagina and also sliding against both my g-spot and my clitoris at the same time. I was on fire in all three locations. I felt my arms, legs, butt, and back all tingling long after that first set of thrusts from Bo caused me to cum. When the second, third and fourth climaxes passed across me in rapid succession my entire body including the skin on my face became one sexual organ. My whole body was like my vagina, erupting with pleasure. Again I had never felt anything like this. I was totally helpless as this stranger fucked me silly. "I didn't like losing control like that. I became angry after his thrusting caused me to climax. So I tried to use the muscles in my vagina to milk his massive penis. I wanted him to know that this wasn't going to be a one-way street with him dominating me sexually. What I hadn't counted on however was Bo's incredible size and his staying power. I used my vagina to milk the head of his penis. I moved my muscles as if sucking his penis deeper into me but also moving my muscles along the length of his shaft to milk an orgasm out of him, have him cum, and then stop as he softened. It didn't work. "Believe it or not he actually came inside of me three times but each time the sheer size of his penis still filled me everywhere even as it softened. And within a minute I would feel him stiffening again and the incredible sensations of his thickening cock would begin to drive me over the edge again. It took all of my control to give it back to him. And by the time I felt him gush a third time deep inside of me he grinned in acknowledgement: 'I know...you fucked me back, Deedee. Damn, you're good.' And then he'd continue fucking me. Oh god, Mark, I'm so confused. I loved it and hated it at the same time. Even now I feel myself getting wet from the thought of Bo's enormous cock incessantly thrusting in and out of me. "As he shuddered from his own orgasm that third time he actually leaned over and said, "Damn, girl, that man of yours, Mark, is one lucky bastard. You're draining me, and I never been drained before. Make me look good to my boys, can you, Deedee. Let this last time ride like I've fucked you out of control. He didn't realize it but I didn't have to fake it. "That last time he quickened his rhythm and the sensations inside of me and at the opening to my vagina increased. I actually passed out that last time as that final climax shook me so much and pushed so much blood into my brain. But before I lost consciousness I felt Bo's cock positively gushing semen and sperm. I feel his sperm now creaming my insides. He must have squirted a half a pint of semen into me. I'm embarrassed to say I feel erotic and full of life right now. All womanly and motherly wanting to hold his semen deep in my belly until it grows." All this from 30 minutes of fucking!!! Then it struck me...30 minutes of fucking. For a woman that's an eternity to have a man keep moving his penis in and out of her for that long. And this was no ordinary penis. I had seen it as he pulled out of Denise lying there on the couch like a rag doll. It was not only long but incredibly thick, capable of stretching a woman's labia and vaginal walls like they had never been stretched before. And the length would sink to a depth a woman again might never have experienced, filling her from the opening to the deepest parts of her vagina. The fact that it not only stretched the walls of Denise's vagina so that it was constantly sliding its hot, slippery length against her g-spot but also was dragging her clitoris back and forth, was a testament to both Bo's size and his talent at using his manhood expertly to drive a woman crazy with pleasure. How could a normal guy like me compete with that? Love!! That was the answer. I loved Denise. I had been willing to let her do this for herself. And I still loved her. Bo!!! He had just fucked her. Yes, he had admired her for what she gave back to him. But that was like a man watching the flanks of some white skinned thoroughbred horse rippling with muscle as they moved in action, and admiring the beauty of it. Her body moving against Bo's was just that: a body. An admirable body, but a body nevertheless. When Denise and I had made love earlier that afternoon, it had been making love, not just fucking. I wanted to hold her and protect her after we had finished, not pull out of her and leave her cold and exposed. I did the only thing I could do. I grabbed Denise's beautiful, tear-filled face in my hands and kissed it and then kissed her gently on the lips. Then I hugged her to my chest as she broke out crying with large sobs. Her waitress friends came over and wanted to know what I had done and I answered that she had just been overcome by the stress of stripping on the stage for her very first time. Yes, it was a lie but it was all they needed to know. If the other dancers who had escorted customers back into the red-draped room had seen otherwise, they never said anything. Now, that same beautiful girl is my wife and she is a great athletics teacher teaching young men and women physical fitness and the use of sports to relieve stress and build friendships. And yes, every so often we take a trip outside of our local area and Denise enters an amateur strip contest. She is in her thirties now, but is still in great shape. She enjoys the hoots and hollers and I enjoy watching her have so much fun up there on the stage. And, yes, every so often she encounters a well-hung customer and they go back in the private area, if the club has one, and she relives and remembers, if only for a little while. And then she comes back to me all that more sensual and loving. I'm a lucky guy who got a second chance with the girl he had dumped.