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The E-club

By: CalDreamer



In the outer suburbs of a certain metropolis are towns connected to the city by interurban train lines. At the last stop on one of them there is a town on one side, in a wooded valley, and a path up the hill on the other side. A short way up is a secluded building, the E-club. I know the owner, so one sunny summer afternoon I rode out to the leafy station. 

On the train I spotted an attractive brunette with a pixie haircut and a lithe body, probably in her late 20s, wearing a very short white skirt and a tight pink sweater with three-quarter length sleeves and a zipper down the front. I sat next to her because I guessed where she was going. I ventured, "Hi, are you going to the last stop?"

She looked at me, surprised, and blurted, "How did you know?" But at the same time she uncrossed her long legs and spread her thighs apart ever so slightly.

"I guessed from what you're wearing, and now I know from how you're moving your legs. The way your breasts bounce, I know you don't have a bra on, it's just you under that sweater. You're on your way to the E-club. I'm going there too."

"Pretty good guess, for a guy."

Most women would have given me a death-look and moved away, at the very least, getting talk like that from a complete stranger. But I knew that a woman who goes to the E-club alone craves sexual attention; she needs men to admire her exposed body, to affirm her desirability. I knew I could push her further, with the right compliments. "You seem to have fantastic breasts -- bouncy and prominent. Pull your zipper down to the middle of your breasts."

She looked at me with a mixture of awe and desperation, but her hand moved itself up to her zipper, and she slowly pulled it down.

I leaned over and whispered, "Beautiful! You do have great breasts - I can see your soft flesh. But I can't see enough. Pull your zipper down to the bottom of your breasts, and show me everything."

This time she looked down at her chest, and did nothing. Just when I thought I had pushed too far she touched her zipper again, as though resigned to her need for exhibition, and pulled. I couldn't believe my luck. "Beautiful! Now turn yourself so I can see under your sweater."

This wanton woman turned her head away, but she knew what I wanted, and was ready to give it to me. Turning slightly toward me, she lifted her head and leaned forward so that I could see a perfect nipple, glowing in the pink light shining through her sweater. Her breast, average in size, was perfectly shaped, with a large bumpy areola and a nipple already erect from the excitement of this display. Though her head wasn't facing me, I could detect the lust in her expression reflected from the train window, in the flickering light between the trees. After a few seconds she abruptly moved back and zipped up, but only a symbolic finger's width.

"I can't believe I'm showing myself to you like this, in public. I don't even know your name. I know I ought to be ashamed, but I'm so aroused I can't think straight."

I put an arm around her, knowing that she hadn't reached her limits yet, and murmured in her ear, "Where we're going I'll see more than just your cute nipple: I'll get a good look at your whole body, tits, ass, and all, even your crotch. You'll open it up for me. And you won't stop me, that's just what happens at the club."

She shivered and spread her legs a little further, whispering "Ogod, I want that, I want you to see me. I even want you to touch me while other people watch."

This girl deserved a reward for being so good to me. I took her large purse and laid it in my lap, unzipped my fly, and fished out my wang. She watched from the corner of her eye while she lifted her knee on the side away from me, planting her foot on the seat, exposing slim thighs that went on forever. I took her hand and gently moved it to touch me; she wrapped her fingers around my cock and squeezed, her eyes half closed, her body slouched down, her other leg pressing against mine. In a slow rhythm she squeezed and released, flexing one finger after another so that waves of excitation flowed toward me. The train rumbled and slowed.

Quickly we straightened ourselves out at the next stop, as three men got off, eyeing us on the way. They probably thought we had known each other for years. One of them leaned in close to her, leering, and gave her a quick thumbs-up before jumping off the train. She returned a subtle smile. The doors hissed shut, and we picked up speed.

"What was that about? Did you know those guys?"

"I never saw them before in my life. But they were watching me all the way out from the city. As soon as you sat down I opened my legs so they could see up my skirt."

"Wow! But why did you wait 'till I was here?"

She arched back and looked at me. "You really need some lessons in city life. I didn't feel safe showing myself when I was alone. With you here, it was ok. They didn't know we were strangers. But you missed the whole show. You were so busy inspecting my boob, you didn't even notice them leering at me, you didn't see me opening up."

"Damn, I must be completely blind. Your breast was worth it, though."

She leaned in closer, a breast brushing my arm. "Thanks. But there's more. I'm not wearing panties. They saw more and more. When I lifted my leg they got a real good look at my bare pussy. I shave so guys can see it better. I pushed my other leg against you to open up more, to give them a better look. You were so distracted with your dong, you didn't even realize I was showing myself to those three guys. It was a thrill, though."

"Wow, you're quite an exhibitionist. It's really exciting to meet you, I'm so lucky to have sat down here."

"You've got a lot to learn about me. I like you already. You're frank, but gentle, you appreciate me, and my needs."

We sat quietly, our hands squeezing the insides of each other's thighs, until the train slowed to our stop. As we exited, this charming but mysterious girl extended her arm to shake my hand as though we were ordinary people, and bubbled, "Hi! I'm Colleen. Great to meet you."

I responded numbly, "Um, I'm Brad. I know John, the guy who owns the E-club - we were roommates in college. He promised to show me around."

Colleen was taller than I thought she'd be, long slim legs with a body that seemed small but nicely proportioned. Her little turned-up nose, round face and gray-green eyes gave her an impish look. We exited the station arm in arm like old friends.

The path up to the club crossed a creek with a little bridge; I stopped, and we leaned on the rail, looking at the creek but thinking of other things, as two couples on the path behind us drew closer. Gently I lifted Colleen's skirt and took a handful of ass in my hand. She leaned into me and said, "Brad, there are two couples following us. They can see my ass. No, don't move your hand, it feels great, I want them to see it."

"But they'll see everything in a few minutes, when we're in the club."

"I know, but there's an extra edge when you expose yourself in public. You're not supposed to do it. That's why the episode on the train was so hot." She bumped me with her hip; I tucked her skirt into her waistband to expose her entire ass, and I caressed it, cool, smooth, round, soft. Colleen shivered as my finger ran lightly down her crack, forward to touch her sex. The couples walked past us, looking back and nodding knowingly. I kissed her on her bare neck.

"I like it that you're fingering my pussy, and we just met a half hour ago. It feels natural and right. But do you even know why I wore a white skirt today?"

"Haven't a clue. Um, because white stands for purity?"

She snickered. "Well, here's a clue. It lets more light in to my crotch, in case an opportunity opens up like I had on the train. And if you're looking for purity, you've got the wrong girl." 

I had a lot to learn about exhibitionism, and about Colleen. I left her skirt tucked up the rest of the way. Walking outdoors with a bare-assed woman gave me a vicarious thrill, I'll admit. As we neared the club we spotted our two voyeur couples again, but they weren't going in. They were continuing on a hike up the mountain. It gave Colleen an extra little thrill when I pointed out that she had displayed herself to ordinary hikers, not clubbers.

We entered the club where the two arms of the L-shaped building come together. A cashier puts a plastic bracelet on you, to pay for drinks when you're too nearly naked to carry a credit card, and you leave most of your clothes in a locker room. Colleen ducked into it. I greeted my friend John, who lost no time getting me oriented. "Hey, Brad, it's terrific to see you! You know, everybody who comes here is displaying their body to other people; some people are desperate to show themselves, other people do it just so they can ogle the exhibitionists. Some people go in completely naked, but most of them wear something scandalous. It's all good, as far as I'm concerned." 

John had been an industrial engineering student in college. He worked hard and got good grades and eventualy a good job. But when he got bored designing factories, he managed to combine his organizational skills with his love of women, and especially the company of attractive naked women. At just the right time a small inheritance materialized from a recently deceased grandfather. The club was the result, his ingeniously designed format for sexual exhibition.

There were men's and women's doors for the locker rooms, but both of them emptied into the same large space, like a gym locker room. "One of my little jokes," John told me. "I like to keep people a bit off balance." I spotted Colleen changing on the other side of the room, but John kept me moving.

I couldn't go in fully clothed - strictly verboten. But I'd forgotten to bring some outrageous costume, so I just stripped to my blue cotton briefs and folded them down until my pubic hair was peeking out. That seemed to please the girl inspecting customers at the locker room exit, who stopped me and pulled my cock up until the tip was peeking out above my waistband. She gave my newly-uncovered helmet a little squeeze, and smiled. Cute, young and topless, her tits were so pert and perfect that I would have been happy staring at her the rest of the day. John pulled me on; we came out into a bar. The sun angled in from a big skylight, spotlighting some of the nearly naked people. Seeing a pair of nice tits is one thing, but seeing a roomful is quite another.  

The most striking thing about this bar, though, was the bar area itself extending all along one wall. John built it for women to display their cunts to strangers. The stools, horseshoe-shaped, opened at the front. Under the bar a long mirror was angled to allow anyone to see between the legs of the women sitting on the stools. A little spotlight hidden below the bar illuminated each crotch. John explained that it's easy for women to display their tits and ass, they're right out there, but the cunt is harder, hidden away. A lot of his customers told him they wanted to display their cunts, so he thought up the design. A sign behind the bar flashed the initials PB, which the bartender explained stands for Pussy Bar. He has the best job in the world. 

John invited me to step up to the bar beside a lovely middle-aged woman with dark curly hair, wide hips and generous breasts, clothed only in a half-bra. "Go ahead, Brad, she's a regular, she'll welcome you. It's easy to strike up a conversation about the bar, or her clothes, or the club, and she's aching for someone to pay attention to her cunt."

Indeed, she was sitting with her legs spread wide, facing the mirror. As I sat down, she spoke before I could address her. "Hi! I see you're already looking at my crotch. I love this place."

I was indeed looking. The stool's contour held her legs spread so wide that her lips were forced open. In the mirror I could see all the treasures inside. She had big floppy inner lips and was showing lots of pink, with no modesty at all. Instead, she seemed pleased that a total stranger was inspecting her genitals. It took me a minute to think of what to say. I decided to go with the obvious: "Well, I guess there's no sense beating around the bush. You have a beautiful bush, it can't be beat, but I'm surprised you're displaying it so openly. Most women would be embarrassed."

"I know, but if there's one thing I've learned it's that I'm not like most other women. I know it seems bizarre, but I'm not the only one. Look at all the other women lined up here with their legs spread for strangers. Oh, and cute pun."

It's not often that you can walk up to a beautiful woman and enjoy her open cunt before you even say hello. Tan lines from a very small bikini lined her hips; her delicate breasts had small, deeply pigmented nipples peeking out above a half-bra that lifted them up for better visibility. I put a hand on her inner thigh while I told her that I liked her tits too, displayed so nicely. She pointed out the house rules, posted behind the bar. They are pretty simple: "1. No genital-genital contact. 2. No oral-genital contact. 3. Ask before you touch." 

"You didn't ask", she reminded me gently, "but I don't mind. You can touch my pussy if you like."

I decided that I liked this club already, and this beautifully displayed woman. I stroked her higher, running my fingers in the clefts between her legs and her outer cunt lips. Shaved up to the top of her slit, she was adorned with lovely silky pubic hair above that, carefully groomed for the occasion. She squirmed, trying to get my hand into her soft pink flesh, and finally took my hand and placed it right in the middle of her hot snatch. "Ah, that feels so good, don't be shy, stick your fingers right inside, flick my clit."

I told her how smooth and slippery her cunt was; she confessed that she had sprayed a little scented oil on it, to keep the exposed flesh from drying out. All the girls there did it. Here I was with a woman I had met five minutes before, with my fingers in her vagina, discussing her exposure. Wow! I had to adjust my cock with my other hand. She looked down and asked, "Can I touch?" The rules went both ways. 

So there we were, fondling each other's genitals and enjoying every second. I remembered to ask before I tweaked her nipples, and of course she assented. She was beginning to breathe faster; a sexual blush appeared on her torso and her face. I leaned in to kiss a breast while one hand kneaded her other breast and the other pinched her clit; with all those intimacies, asking didn't seem necessary anymore. Her body stiffened, her hips jerked, and she came in my hand. A minute later she slumped back, exhausted, and I excused myself.

Just as I stood up, Colleen appeared from nowhere. Damn, did I blow it with her for a few minutes' feel with some random woman? "Hi Brad, that was really hot how you handled that woman. Great show - you'll have to do that to me sometime."

It wasn't the first time this girl amazed me. She had been standing behind us the whole time, enjoying the scene. I looked again, appreciating her costume. A lot of the women in the club just wore more-or-less racy lingerie or see-through dresses, but Colleen had changed into a top made of two circles of black leather straps framing her breasts, with straps around her neck and back to hold them up. The effect was to frame her breasts, to draw attention to them. Underneath she wore lacy black bikini panties, open-crotch, her sex protruding through. She giggled when she saw my outfit, "Brad, that's so cute how your pecker tip is peeking out. I just knew you'd invent some sexy look."

I didn't tell her how improvised the whole thing was. We sat down at one of the glass tables in the bar (you can guess why they were glass), where she told me that she really wanted to go home with me at the end of the evening, but she had some commitments at the club. "Can we meet in half an hour right here? I need to do some things."

Anything she wanted was fine with me, as long as I could be in this woman's intoxicating presence again. She got up; I admired her graceful sway and her round bottom as she walked away. 

John found me again, continuing my tour. He explained the rules - they lowered the risk of the club getting sued over STDs or unwanted pregnancies, but you could still have lots of sexual fun. I asked about these women who would expose their bodies to men and allow themselves to be fondled by complete strangers. He said, "You could go up to a hundred women and ask them whether they'd mind exposing themselves to strangers or letting them touch, and you'd probably get a hundred slaps in the face. The women who come here are the one in maybe a thousand who would ask you for the details, with their panties getting damp." With a knowing smile he went on that in a city of millions that meant thousands of such women, exhibitionists and flirts who get off on the sexual attentions of strangers. But not just anyone; the men who come to the club follow the rules (or they get thrown out), and can be refused.

The next room, the small arm of the L-shaped building, was dominated by a narrow counter running its entire length. Unlike the other countertops in the club, this one divided the room, with a mirror built into it. We came in on one side while topless women sat on the other, their tits reflected in the mirror for maximum exposure. John explained that he had designed this room for beginner exhibitionists, so that they could show just their tits in a controlled environment. They had a separate entrance and locker room at the end of the L, away from leering males. 

But almost immediately, something unexpected had happened. Overweight women began visiting the room, paying the entrance fee so that they could display themselves. In hindsight, John said, it was the perfect setup for them; they could emphasize their tits, which were often huge because of their weight. It was a place where they could feel beautiful, admired, even sexy, and enjoy sexual touch. The stools were adjustable so that each woman could spread her boobs out on the mirror. The tit-bar became one of the most popular rooms in the club for women, not only the overweight but women of all sizes and shapes. Usually there were more women on one side of the counter than men on the other. "Go ahead, Brad, take your pick. I'll be back to fetch you in a bit."

I sat down opposite a woman with absolutely huge knockers. Her round face and rosy cheeks gave her a cheerful look, framed by curly brown hair, but the main attraction was clearly those boobs, spread out nicely. The mirror replaced her lower body with a reflected image, mostly boobs and shoulders. She seemed to float there.

I picked this woman because her boobs had huge areolas, discs of deep red sexual skin the size of teacups, with prominent nipples to match. That look turns me on, as though all that sexual skin makes women like that more naked than normal when they're topless. Again it was easy to start a conversation in this sexually charged atmosphere. "Hi, can I sit here? This place is really unique, isn't it?" 

Sort of a lame beginning, but my big-tit partner didn't mind. She went right to the reason she was there. "Hi, you can sit, but I think you're here for something else."

"Well, I guess I can be frank. You have spectacular breasts, and I love all that sexual skin around your nipples. It's amazing that you feel ok displaying them so openly."

She sighed, "I know, I crave sexual attention. I'm heavy, but I still like to enjoy my body."

Even with my limited social skills, I knew it was time to change the subject. My hands rested on either side of those mounds; my gaze alternated between her face and her nipples, poking out halfway across the narrow counter. "I think you're pretty brave to come here, and I love the way your breasts show me your sexuality. Can I touch?"


The E-club Ch. 02



For the next week I thought about my new friend Colleen a lot, while I was away on a brief business trip. Actually, I'll confess I didn't think about much else. I turned over in my mind how I had met her on a commuter train and had her show me her breast before I even knew her name; how we had enjoyed seeing and touching each other's bodies, and those of others, getting acquainted at my friend John's secluded E-club; how vivacious and adventurous she was; and how we had talked frankly on the way back to the city. Her openness with her body and with her emotions had me hooked. Of course, being gorgeous didn't hurt.

We talked on the phone every night, and as soon as I got back home we arranged to meet for coffee downtown, where it turned out that we worked only a few blocks apart. When I arrived Colleen was already seated at a table against the wall, wearing a tight mid-thigh skirt and a simple blue cotton blouse that buttoned in the front. The way she bounced when she saw me, it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra.

I told her how glad I was to see her again, and what a wonderful time I'd had with her at the club. She said that she enjoyed it too. We leaned in close, across the tiny café table. I offered her some of the foam from my cappuccino on the little Italian spoon; she took it and got some on her lips and nose. "Do you like the way I look with white stuff on my face?" 

I knew Colleen well enough by now to know that she would be titillated, not offended, when I answered, "I think you'd look even better with some of my own white stuff on your face."

Already the rest of the shop, the noise and bustle, had disappeared for us. I was lost in Colleen's overwhelming femininity. Her way of tilting her head and raising her eyebrows makes me melt and sizzle. Urgently she whispered in my ear, "I've got something to show you. Let's trade seats so I'm facing the wall."

After we moved, she looked me in the eye and slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. With each button I told her how sexy she was and encouraged her to keep going. When she was finished she took one of the button panels in each hand and pulled them forward and out like double doors, exposing her whole chest so that I could see everything, but no one else could. The setup was perfect. Colleen's nipples swelled and took form with her excitement, her chest heaving as she breathed hard. "I can't do this much longer - other people will start to notice, and they might give me a hard time."

The blouse closed, but Colleen left it unbuttoned. I was having a hard time already, so I adjusted my pants, unobtrusively I hoped. She noticed, with a subtle, uneasy smile. "Brad, I'm inviting you to come with me on a very special visit tomorrow."

Colleen left her blouse unbuttoned until we got outside. Even after all we had done at the E-club, and her exhibition a few minutes before, it gave us both a thrill. I spotted her bra, balled up in her purse. Then I told her about something she hadn't noticed - there was a mirror high on the wall of the coffee shop, and several guys had stopped behind her to enjoy her public display of bare breasts in the reflection. When I said that she shivered and grabbed my arm more tightly, thrilled at the display and the risk. "What's wrong with me? Why do I get damp when strangers see my tits, or my pussy?"

The next evening we approached a nondescript house in a nondescript neighborhood, not where I would have expected Colleen to take me. As we walked up the battered porch steps, she warned me, "It wasn't easy to get you invited. I had to vouch for you. It's way more extreme than your friend's club - the guy who lives here, Jake, specializes in having sex with strangers. I met him at another club. It might get pretty rough. I hope you can handle it."

Even if I couldn't, I wasn't about to admit it. "Let's go for it. But does that mean you'll be having sex in there, with that guy?"

"That's what it means. I'm sorry, Brad. For the rest, you'll see inside. And I'm getting horny already, just being at the door, I can't help it."

Colleen squeezed my hand, but let go when the door opened. We were greeted by a large, rough-looking man with a shaved head and lots of tattoos, the sort of guy you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. Barefoot, he wore a sleeveless t-shirt and black leather pants. He eyed Colleen, then me, asking her, "Is this your guy?"

"Yes."

"Ok, come on in, but he'll have to behave."

In the small, sparsely furnished living room we encountered two other men, equally rough and threatening. Colleen jumped when she saw them. "These are two of my buddies, babe. They're going to do you too."

Colleen shivered, but shook their hands. She didn't ask their names, and they didn't offer. I just stood there, feeling awkward. Jake offered us all a beer; we drank from the bottles in silence, the suspense thick and heavy. After a few minutes he and his friends sank into an old couch, and he said, "Ok, babe, it's time to start. Ah, stand in front of us, and have your friend there take your skirt off."

A little weak-kneed, biting her lower lip, Colleen tossed off her sandals and raised her hands above her head. Apparently she knew more about what was expected of her than she had told me. Dutifully I came up behind her, unhooked the catch at the back of her tight black skirt, and unzipped. Even in this situation, I couldn't help but admire her firm behind and the gentle flare of her hips. I held her hips at the sides as I slid the skirt down. Gracefully she stepped out of it, exposing tiny lace-edged bikini panties, red and nearly transparent, incongruously delicate and refined in this rough place. The three guys leaned forward to get a better look at her crotch; she hesitantly stepped forward to accommodate them. Jake sneered, "Look at you, bitch. Your panties are soaked already, we can all see the wet spot. You know what that means, bitch? It means your cunt is getting ready to get fucked, whether you want it to or not. Now take off that sweater."

It was the same pink sweater that Colleen had worn on that sunny, carefree day when I had met her. She unzipped and pulled it over her head, tossing it aside with her skirt. Now clad only in her panties and a matching bra, her breasts seemed larger than I had remembered them, pushed up and together. Her nipples, visible through the sheer fabric, strained with their miniature erections. "Ain't she gorgeous? Now, boyfriend, unhook the slut's bra. We want to see her tits."

I was getting into the thrill of display, and I knew Colleen was too, so I whispered in her ear that I was about to expose her tits to these men; she shivered as I unhooked and slipped the bra down her arms and into her pile of clothing. I knew how much she craved showing her naked body, but here it seemed reckless, risky. She might have gotten raped, except that she had already accepted that all of those men would fuck her soon. I saw her bite her upper lip, but she leaned forward to show these men her boobs. Jake got up and didn't push me aside as much as he completely ignored me, moving behind her and planting his rough brown hands on her white breasts, moving them around and pinching her delicate pink nipples. I didn't try to stop him because I knew she wanted it. He thrust a hand into her panties, squeezing her crotch. She doubled over, but stood again as he pulled up on a nipple.

"I'm gonna pull your panties down, so we can all see your cunt. I bet it's open already."

Unceremoniously he yanked as he had promised; Colleen was now naked, her clean-shaven cunt exposed to everybody, open and glistening with her wetness, obviously freshly shaved for this occasion. Her outer lips, swollen and starting to retract, betrayed her lust. Jake pushed her in front of his friends, inviting them to feel her up. She groaned, but let them do it, staring at me with an apologetic but resigned expression while their fingers penetrated her cunt. Sitting down again, Jake complained "I got a problem in my crotch, bitch. Unzip me and get it out."

On her knees, Colleen fished out his cock, then the other two. All of them seemed large and threatening. One had what looked like a huge mushroom on its tip, purple and angry. She licked their tips and squeezed their shafts until they nearly came. "I got another problem, bitch. I can't get a big peg in a small hole. We need to open you up."

Jake shoved three fat, stubby fingers up into Colleen's cunt, causing her to cry out. A sharp look stopped her. Then he spied her almost-full beer bottle and muttered, "I think I just got the answer to our problem."

He placed the dark brown bottle between Colleen's feet and motioned her to squat. She knew what was expected of her, staring at her tormentor as her knees bent. When her outer lips touched the bottle she grasped it and drew it along the length of her open redness, coating it with her juices, then pulled herself open and inserted the mouth carefully into her hole. Squatting further she pressed the bottle slowly in, stretching her sexual skin. When it penetrated her up to the widest part she stopped, panting and grunting. She had become a different person, yielding to Jake's kinky perversions and the laughing leers of his friends. He got up, pushed her onto her back, and twisted the bottle further into her outstretched cunt. "Ain't that beautiful, guys? We got us a bitch that drinks from both ends."

Tipping her further back, Jake poured the rest of her beer into Colleen's already-soaked cunt. "Ow, it's cold!" 

She hadn't complained about the nakedness, or Jake's crude manner, or the hands on her body, or the fingers inside her, or even the bottle up her cunt, but now she shook and grimaced. As her vaginal walls warmed the beer it frothed and foamed out around the bottle, soaking Jake's carpet. With a final gush the bottle popped out, more foam spurting from her gaping cunt. "That's better, slut. Now you're ready."

We could indeed see Colleen's cunt gaping open as she laid back with her legs spread. Jake moved up to attack a tit. My friend squirmed as he sucked and chewed; when he released, her whole crotch looked red and swollen, glistening with his beer and saliva. He moved up on her body and gave one breast the same abuse, her nipple pulsing. Turning her body, she arched her back to get her other tit into his mouth; he treated it the same way. Now it was time: Without even taking off his pants, he grabbed her ankles to stretch her legs up and out, slammed his cock into her and started a vigorous fuck, forcing his whole length in and out each time. Colleen writhed and sweated under his undulating body. For the first minute or so she stared at me with a faraway look, struggling to hold my gaze as her head bounced and shook; then she was lost. Jake fucked Colleen without letup until he abruptly stopped, eyed her with a furious look, then pumped savagely with a roar. Her whole body shuddered. She was filled with his cum before he stopped, white goo leaking out around the ring of flesh where his cock met her cunt. She pushed up with her hips as though trying to get him to continue, but he was spent and withdrew. A gob of spunk oozed out onto the carpet, mixing with the spilled beer.

The other two guys had stripped in the meantime. They didn't bother with foreplay. One of them forced his cock into Colleen's mouth while the other knelt down, lifted her hips, and forced himself into her raw, soaked cunt. She was writhing, pulling on his ass with her tiny hands. He pulled out just in time to shoot a few streams over her whole body, up to her neck, before finishing himself off inside her. Immediately the other guy took over, flipping her over and yanking her ass into the air. He forced his mushroom-like helmet in from behind; we all watched him slide into her. He leaned back as she doubled over forward, laying her head on the carpet, so that we could see the point of penetration. A tall muscular guy, his cock was the widest and longest of them all, stretching her out even after the others had finished with her. We saw her flesh pulling out of her cunt on the out-strokes, clinging to his long shaft. After a long bout of continuous stroking he grimaced, grabbed her hips to pull himself all the way in, and came. Colleen's face turned bright red; she screamed and shook with her own release.

It was over. A thin, fortyish blonde woman with a hard-worn look appeared on the stairs to the second floor, holding a lit cigarette and wearing only a tight t-shirt that came down almost to her navel. She snarled, "All done, boys? Come on upstairs with me."

Jake looked up at this creature, probably his wife, and motioned his friends to follow her. Turning to me he said, "Go for it, kid. She's all yours, nice and ready." With that he followed the others up the stairs, leaving Colleen and me alone.

Colleen hadn't moved since the final fuck and her climax; she still had her head on the floor and her ass in the air. I stooped down and found tears in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Brad. I know that was terrible, but I needed it so much." 

I was just beginning to understand what made a seemingly sweet, vivacious young girl do these things. "Go ahead, Brad, take your turn. Fuck the shit out of me. Please."

I refused, even though my cock was like a pipe and she knew it. Colleen reached down and stroked it through my pants. "You don't want me anymore? I don't blame you, I'm sick and perverted and..."

Interrupting, I took Colleen's hand and told her that I wanted her desperately, but I had some entirely different experiences in mind for her. We heard male grunting and female moaning from upstairs. I helped clean her up, and on the way back from Jake's I asked her about her previous sexual experiences. She told me that she had lost her virginity to her uncle when she was 14.

"He and my mom's sister were visiting us for a few days. He was eyeing me a lot. I was flattered, and eyed him back. I was a skinny little thing, but I was starting to develop. He had a big bulge in his pants. Then when my aunt and my mother were out shopping, he grabbed me and forced me into a bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed, flipped up my little short skirt, and yanked at my panties. I guess I was asking for it, wearing that skirt. Before I knew it he was forcing his way inside me. It hurt a lot, but it felt so exciting too! It would have been rape, except that I let him do it. The next day he did it again, even faster, without asking. This time I was ready and I cooperated. I cried, but it was such a rush! Then they left, that was it. I never saw him again."

I took Colleen to my apartment and we talked for another hour, mostly her describing her previous sex life. After that first experience, she had stayed away from boys for over a year. She was still skinny, and didn't think she was that attractive. In high school it was mostly boys overpowering her in the back seats of their parents' cars, with her protesting weakly. Sensing a pattern, her parents had sent her to a protective private girls' college, one of the few left, but as a result her encounters with boys were always brief, sometimes violent, never particularly affectionate. She had never had a long-term relationship. Her father was domineering, her mother ineffectual. Tearfully she confessed that she had been to Jake's once before, a few months ago. "I had to go in just a tube top and hot pants. I looked like a slut. He stripped me naked and fucked me on his couch, then again on the floor. His wife stood there and watched the whole thing."

Then, sobbing, she broke down. "Why are you still talking to me? I'm a mess, I don't deserve you, but you can use me, strip me, fuck me, tie me up if you want, do what you want."

Finally I had my answer, why this sweet girl seemed addicted to rough sex. She was a virgin for real intimacy. Her compulsion for exhibitionism was her way of enjoying a sexually charged experience, though an incomplete one, without being violated. That confident, sophisticated façade couldn't hold in the face of her most secret sexual needs. I told her that I wouldn't fuck her that night; it was late, she would be sore for a week anyway, and I wanted her at her sparkling best, not like this. "When we fuck, it's going to mean something." She stared at me, mistrustful. I took her home.

I made a date with Colleen for the next weekend to see a movie, a light comedy, and come over to my apartment 'for a drink' afterward. She knew what that meant as much as I did. She wore a tight white top, a white miniskirt, and no panties, as I discovered when she placed my hand on her thigh in the movie and slid it up to her crotch. I subtly stroked her wetness, up to her clit. We were laughing at the movie, almost giddy, more with sexual excitement and anticipation than with the movie itself. 

Back at my apartment I had set up everything in advance: music, candles, flowers, the whole romantic cliché. The second Colleen looked in she broke down again, sobbing uncontrollably on my shoulder. I just held her for a very long time, leaning against me and shaking. At the end she looked up, red-eyed, and told me that I didn't want what she was, what she had become. She half-expected me to violate her like all her other guys had done, thinking that the candles and flowers were just a cruel joke. To her all that romantic stuff was just a fantasy for other girls, or for the movies.

Gently I sat her down, got us glasses of champagne, and told her what I had concluded. She cried again, but this time it was different, and eventually her smile returned. It lit up the room. She tilted her head and raised her eyebrows, tentatively put down her glass as I put down mine, touched my face, and we fell into each other's arms with the most intense kiss of my life, and probably of hers. We stroked each other's faces, arms, shoulders, bodies and legs for a long time before I gently carried her to my big bed and unwrapped her like an expensive, fragile present. The urgent, degrading sex was over. We felt the magic of head-to-toe contact, skin on skin. 

I told her, "Remember the day we met, at the E-club, when you told me I couldn't kiss your other lips? Now I can."

"Please. Touch me anywhere, do anything, absolutely anything. I want it."

I rolled Colleen onto her back, spread her legs, and slid down until my head was even with her pink-white nether lips. She was freshly shaved again, slightly perfumed. Gently, lightly, I licked the crevasse where her lips met. Slowly they opened, as I delicately licked her inner lips, then slid my tongue inside. Her head rocked from side to side; she cooed and moaned, her articulate language and intelligence submerged, drowned in overwhelming pleasure, leaving only the primal and the instinctive. I moved up to her swollen clit and sucked it into my mouth, working on its tiny erection while I explored her cunt with a thumb. Her hands pushed my head tighter in; when she could no longer stand it she pulled my head up toward hers.

The moment came; as I moved on top of her she snuggled my cock in between her inner lips, sandwiching its length along them. I asked her if she was ready. 

"What do you think? I'm lying naked in your bed, on my back, with my legs spread, I pushed your cock into my pussy lips, and you're the most wonderful man I've ever known. I want you like I've never wanted anything in my life."

Entering her for the first time was a moment of discovery; we were both shocked, I think, at how the emotions and the lust melted together into something entirely new. Warm and tight around my cock, she held me in while we felt the surge of those feelings in what for her was a new way. It's strange that people don't smile when they are in the midst of one of life's most intense pleasures; instead the look is of pain, of struggle. We made love, real love, for the first time in her life. As I had hoped, that phrase 'make love' had a literal meaning for us that night. We used sex, long, slow, gentle sex, to create love out of our stew of fascination, infatuation, arousal and need. 




The E-club Ch. 02



We didn't sleep at all that night; we spent the whole night holding tight to each other, naked in each other's arms, lost in that full-body contact and a warm intimacy that she had never experienced. Actually I had never experienced it either, not this way. Our bodies fit together perfectly; part of the time my cock was inside her, but it was almost an afterthought, a small part of a larger experience. She told me how much she liked my cock there, warm and hard. It wasn't that the sex was any less satisfying so much as the love was more satisfying. At dawn Colleen murmured, "Brad, Brad, I'm yours, I'm yours, head to toe, skin to soul, no limits."

She pulled me on top of her and I entered her again, gently, effortlessly; we rocked slowly together making more love. "In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make." We came, and fell asleep still coupled.

After that we were a couple. We didn't have to ask each other or negotiate or maneuver, because it was obvious to both of us. Colleen moved in with me the next month, so that we could enjoy that intimate contact every night. It was like being on a permanent date; being together all the time was just about right. Anything less was deprivation. We explored each other's bodies and souls, right down to the core, and for a while we didn't need fantasies, captured by the deep satisfactions that no brief encounter can ever approach. 



The E-club Ch. 03



Living together brought us satisfactions that unattached singles can never even imagine. When she knows me down to the core but still wants me, it's infinitely more satisfying. But after a few months the fantasies began to return, the edgy excitement of the forbidden. Colleen brought them up first. Instead of retiring to our bedroom for our evening fuck that had become routine, a great pleasure but still routine, she stripped for me in the living room. Knowing how much she likes to display her body, I encouraged her. My high-rise apartment has a big picture window that opens out to another building across the street, so there's just a chance that someone saw us, and she knew it. I took her on the rug - or maybe she took me. She wound up sitting on me right next to the window, pounding up and down, boobs flying. Perhaps it was the hardness of the floor, or the cool draft, or just the novelty, but our simultaneous climax was so intense that she fell forward onto me as both of us nearly blacked out. All the world, past and future, disappeared, swallowed in an overwhelming present of carnal contact. Afterward Colleen turned my head, tugged on my earlobe and whispered, "I was imagining us doing that at a club. With other people watching."

"You've already done that. Remember Jake's?"

"I want to forget Jake's. That's over. But I know where we can fuck for an audience and feel good about it."

"You mean we'd do a sex show at some dive? I don't think I..."

"No, no, there's no entertainment there. It's actually at your friend John's E-club. Some nights he rents out the whole place to a swingers' club, so they can hold orgies. It's members only. At first it seems like a normal night club, everybody has their clothes on, then the master of ceremonies has the guests do outrageous things, and before you know it there's the most wonderful sex going on everywhere. If we go there, I warn you, I'll probably wind up having sex with other men. But you'll get to have other women, if you want. I wouldn't mind, I'd want you to enjoy it."

"You really wouldn't mind?"

"Well, I don't want you falling in love with anybody, but I'm feeling those urges again. Remember my big sexual appetite? And I promise I won't fall in love with anybody, even if a dozen guys get inside me in one night."

"You'd let yourself get gang-banged?"

"No, silly, I wouldn't let myself, I'd invite each one, I'd be in charge. If there's one thing you've taught me, it's that sex doesn't need to involve humiliation. I want, no, I need that sexual high - the thrill that I can only get from guys penetrating me with their cocks, hard and raw. A lot of guys. Don't worry, you'll be one of them, you'll be the main one, but you won't be the only one. And I want to see you fuck other girls, I'd revel in your masculinity, your power. I'd even hold your cock for you and slide it into another girl."

"This all sounds totally unreal, a little depraved, but - God it's exciting." 

I was hard again, sooner than usual, imagining Colleen watching me with other women. I stood her lithe body naked, her hands against the window facing outward, and scratched her hard nipples from behind. We glimpsed a couple in an apartment across the street, a floor above us, openly watching. I entered Colleen from behind; despite our previous activity she was tight, the new excitement contracting her vaginal muscles, but she was also drenched. I slid in and out of that wet-tight pussy with a new intensity, knowing that strangers were watching, and that soon we would give others a much better show. Their voyeuristic excitement would add to our carnal lust.

A week later we approached the E-club, ready for the exposure and activities Colleen craved. She explained, "At first it'll seem like an ordinary club. There's some alcohol, but most of the people, men and women, don't need alcohol to loosen up. They're already ready. I've only been here once for the orgy night, but boy, it was a rush."

At the door we met John again; one of the fringe benefits of owning the club, he explained, was that he would get invited to these events, even though he wasn't involved in organizing anything. That fell to the swingers' organization. He explained, "At eight they lock the doors, and a few minutes later the master of ceremonies starts the show. They lock up to keep other people from coming in, even members, after the sexual buildup starts. Officially the club is closed then, so we can get around certain laws, but I don't think anyone has tested that. At least I hope not. You have to do whatever the master of ceremonies asks, and in exchange I promise you'll have sexual experiences like you can't imagine."

At the entrance a businesslike older woman explained the rules, verified our membership and our health records, and charged us an outrageous fee. She also checked our coats and cell phones for us. In the bar near the entrance the tables were arranged in the shape of a horseshoe, surrounding a floor that was empty except for a few knee-high boxes padded on the top. We still had about half an hour before the doors would close, as we found our assigned spot at one end of the horseshoe. There were still a few empty tables, most them seating four, all facing toward the center. A couple was already seated at our table. Colleen broke the ice: "Hi, it looks like we're sharing a table. You two look like you'll have some fun here."

I could see what she meant. The guy looked like a prosperous executive, the tall-dark-and-handsome type that every woman seems to want, well-dressed in an expensive dark suit with leather trim. The square jaw, confident demeanor, and faultless hair with just a hint of gray were all there. But there was also a touch of mischief in his eyes, a glint of adventure. His companion, the classic trophy wife, looked out from behind lots of blond hair cascading everywhere, a cherubic face with big lips and laughing blue-green eyes. Her obviously tailored dress hugged her body, black with bejeweled borders. Its top consisted only of two lengths of sheer cloth, nearly see-through but not quite, that tied behind her neck, leaving her backless and nearly frontless, her generous boobs pushed together and bulging out on both sides. A body to die for. We could see the outlines of her nipples.

Everyone shook hands and exchanged names and pleasantries, but immediately the talked turned to the theme of the evening. Colleen confessed, "This is Brad's first time here, so I expect we'll be asked to fuck in front of everybody. I can't wait, he has a perfect dick and he knows how to use it."

This wasn't the language I expected from Colleen, but this wasn't the usual situation either. It should have seemed crude, but it came out delightfully direct. Our companions weren't offended. Hunter, our executive friend, observed that we didn't come here just to fuck each other - we could do that at home. Colleen responded, "But here other people will be watching. That makes it so much more exciting and daring. I don't know why, but I've always loved exhibiting myself." 

Cheryl, the trophy, interrupted. "I know what you mean. We're into that too."

Sensing an opportunity I broke in, "Cheryl, I can't wait to see those amazing boobs of yours naked, and your cunt with a man stuffed in it." She shivered, but looked me in the eye.

Colleen was wearing a silky white blouse with a low-cut scoop top, of course without a bra. Leaning over the table and turning left and right, she let our companions peek underneath. Not much skin was revealed, but a woman willing to show herself was definitely revealed. Both of our companions looked, not hesitant to peer down a woman's blouse. "You have lovely tits, Colleen," Hunter commented. "But I'm sure we'll see a lot more than that tonight."

Colleen turned to me and cooed, so that we all could hear, "He likes my tits, dear. Isn't that sweet? He'll have some fun with them later."

I asked, perhaps naively, "Why do we need an MC? Couldn't we just start enjoying each others' bodies right now?"

Hunter answered, "A couple of reasons. First, he builds up the sexual tension bit by bit, until we can't stand it. You'll see what I mean. And second, some people phone in their kinks and desires in advance, so they get to live out their particular fantasies. But I think the main reason is that some people are hesitant to do the outrageous things that happen here, even if they really want to. The MC takes the responsibility. So a girl isn't spreading her legs for us because she's a slut, but because The MC requires it. She's still a good girl in principle..."

Cheryl jibed, "Hunter, you're pontificating again!"

"But I'm so good at it!"

We all laughed. Just then the lights dimmed briefly and a portly older man in a tux appeared, holding a microphone. We heard a recorded announcement that the club was now closed and drinks were no longer available. But our master of ceremonies winked and began the show. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Club Macabre. I'm George, your host and master of ceremonies. Everything that happens here is confidential. You will be required to do everything I ask. You are about to see and engage in sexual display and sexual contact, up to and including full nudity and intercourse. Anyone unwilling to engage in those activities should withdraw now."

Of course no one moved; that was just for dramatic effect, and maybe to head off lawsuits. We all had different kinds of suits in mind. George walked over to a middle-aged blonde woman with her hair elegantly swept up. Without warning he reached under the neckline of her dress and began fondling her breasts. Walking around the room he did that to several other women, leaving each flushed and breathless. At the table right next to ours, he began fondling a partcularly large-breasted woman in a strapless blouse. She looked down at his hands, now pinching her nipples. "I think you all deserve to see what I'm up to here," he announced. "I'm going to ask your husband to pull down your blouse."

With a subtle smile the husband slid the soft material to her waist, George squeezing and pinching all the time. His victim blushed, but her nipples were already erect. He took one of them between his fingers, pulled it away from her body, and shook it. Her soft breast wobbled and trembled. "Lovely. Now leave your top off so that we can all enjoy the view."

George continued, "I see lots of women with lovely bodies here tonight, and lots of well-endowed men. In fact, I see a lovely lady right here up front."

George walked up to an attractive woman across from us, looking like a serious businesswoman in a black suit and a white blouse. Her jacket opened in a V in front, like a man's blazer. "Ms. Tweed, I think your jacket is inappropriate. Take it off and give it to your husband."

Ms. Tweed hesitated, then stood, removed her jacket and sat again. To our surprise her long-sleeved high-neck blouse was a very sheer see-through fabric, and without a bra we could all see smallish pert breasts and dark nipples underneath. "I like your tits, Ms. Tweed, but we can't see them well enough. Your husband thinks you should put them on display. I'm going to ask him to take the water glass on your table and christen your right breast."

A look of panic came over Ms. Tweed, but she didn't resist. Smiling broadly, her man took the glass and slowly poured, revealing a large nipple. "Very nice. But now you're uneven. Take the glass yourself, Ms. Tweed, and wet the other side. We want to see both your breasts."

Blushing furiously, she took the glass and poured, her hand shaking. Another nipple appeared, stiff and erect. "You have lovely tits, Ms. Tweed. Now stand up, push out your chest and give us all a good look."

Hesitating, she glanced at her husband and at her tormentor, but she stood, folded her arms behind her back and slowly turned to display herself to everyone. The contrast between her professional dress and her drenched, exposed nipples made the display especially appealing. I turned to Colleen to tell her how much I liked that, and found her holding onto her own breasts, staring, imagining that it was her. George said, "Now you must be uncomfortable in that sopping wet top, Ms. Tweed. Your husband will take it off for you." He took his time,enjoying every second. Bare-breasted, she blushed before a roomful of fully clothed admirers. This was different than exposure at a beach, because it was overtly a preparation for sexual contact.

Finding a small dark-haired woman with a sweet expression, wearing a very short purple dress, George offered, "Hi. I have it on good authority that you're not wearing any panties tonight. I think I know why. Pick out a man you find attractive."

The woman hesitated a while, looking around the room, then pointed to a tall, slim man sitting across the room. "Excellent choice. Now, go over to his table, ask him to stand up, and put your hand down his pants. That's it, find his scrotum and his penis. How does it feel?"

"Um, it's soft, it feels nice."

"Is it getting hard?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now repeat after me: 'I like your cock.'"

"Um, I like your cock."

George continued, "Later I'd like you to fuck me, here in front of everybody."

"Oo! Later I'd like you to, ogod, fuck me, in front of... everybody."

"Excellent. Now lift your skirt, show him that pussy that he's going to fuck, and sit down."

George moved on. "I think we should expose more tits. Let's see..." He found a short buxom blonde in the back of the club, wearing a provocative dress, the kind young girls wear at hot clubs. Made of some kind of shimmering gold material, it had a short tight skirt below and lots of straps crisscrossing everywhere on top, a couple of small panels barely covering the tips of her breasts. 

"Tina, that dress is rather provocative. I think you chose it to wear tonight because you want to get laid. Admit it."

Tina looked up, grinned, and shook her boobs at George. She wasn't shy. "We need to find a volunteer to strip that dress off of you." In mock shock she put her hands over her boobs, then laughed nervously.

"Let's see... There's a guy at your table who's been eying you. No, not your date, the other guy. Go ahead, take off her dress. Beautiful. You look lovely naked. Now squeeze those tits for us."

He squeezed; Tina squealed. George continued, "So, tina, how does it feel so show your naked body to all these people?"

"I'm like totally exposed, but it's so hot."

"Wait, it's not fair that your neighbor gets to fondle this bit of feminine fluff and no one else does. Tina, I'm going to ask a couple of other men here to feel your tits, squeeze your ass, get his hands on that soft crotch. Go over to the table at the end and offer your body to the guys there." 

"Oh god. Those guys are going to fondle me? That's like so intense!"

Tina blushed, more with excitement than embarrassment, as she jiggled her way over to our table. Hunter and I shared her marvellously soft tits with puffy pink areolas. I put one hand on her tit and another on her bare ass, cool and smooth, rubbing both. Hunter explored her moistening blond muff while everyone else looked on. George started again.

"I think you women deserve another turn. I have it on good authority that one of our men has a particularly generous endowment. Will the gentleman at table 8 please stand."

A woman at that table gave her date a pinch and pushed him up. "We need someone to unwrap you, sir. Just a minute. I'm going to pick a woman at random to explore your cock and balls."

George produced a spinner, like the ones you find in board games only larger, and announced, "This man's date is going to spin to see who gets to explore her man."

She gamely reached out and spun. "Will the lady at seat 4a please come over and claim your prize."

George coached the diminutive lady 4a into kneeling in front of her prize, unzipping, pulling everything down, and revealing a truly impressive member, still flaccid but reaching halfway down his thigh. "Now show us how big it really is. Stroke it, that's good, swirl the tip with your tongue, put it right in your mouth, don't be shy. We're all here for sex, after all." The big man threw his head back and moaned.

"Don't be greedy, now, there must be other women who'd like to kiss that cock. You, you, and you, get over here and stroke him. And while you're doing it, I see a woman who'd love to show her cunt to us all."

He turned to a tall dark-haired woman in a smart green suit with gold trim. The calf-length skirt, as we saw when he brought her to center stage, had a broad slit on each side as wide as her hand, all the way up to her waist. She looked surprised and a bit flushed. "I think you have this skirt on sideways, madam. Let me adjust it for you." He rotated the skirt through a quarter-turn. 

"There. Now everybody can see your ass, and your lovely cunt." She looked at him and bit her lip as he turned her to show her dark thatch to everyone. "But I think the crowd here would like to see more of you. Right?"

That got a round of applause, mostly from the men but from some women too. Our hard-working MC pulled up one of the horsehoe-shaped barstools from the pussy bar behind us, designed to spread a woman's legs and display her cunt. He helped her up, and sat her down with her skirt panels pushed off to the sides. 

"Now we can get a good look at that cunt." The stool forced her legs apart, and we could all see that the display was arousing her, her outer lips parting to reveal a quivering slit of pink flesh. He unbuttoned her vest as well; two large boobs flopped ou. "Let's get your husband down here to fulfil one of his fantasies and open up your cunt for everyone to enjoy."

A grinning man bounded over to the nearly naked beauty, but it wasn't the guy who had been sitting with her. George explained that he and our exposed woman's companion had traded wives for the evening. The guy knelt beside his wife and gently pulled her outer labia apart, exposing the inner labia. Then he pulled those apart, looking around the room to make sure that everybody could see inside his wife. With her spread legs we looked into her gaping gash, wet with secretions and pulsing with little involuntary twitches.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, our first open cunt of the night. Madam, how do you like exposing everything to these nice people?" 

"Well, I.. I know I shouldn't feel this way, but it's thrilling. I feel the cool air in my cunt, and I know a dozen men are watching. They want to fuck me, and I'll let them. I want them, I'm inviting them by exposing myself like this, and my husband doing it. A total rush."

George sent the lady back to her seat, wobbly and a little flushed. Her husband's friend, her partner for the night, lifted her floppy boobs and showed them to everybody. "Before we go further, ladies and gentlemen, we have a special event. Two men are joining us for the first time, and it's tradition for their dates to fuck them in front of all of us. I'm sure all the ladies want to see how capable they are. So Brad and Colleen, come on out and prepare to show us some sex."

Colleen squeezed my hand as we stood up, my cock tensing already. Another couple joined us, but I was so focused on Colleen's beautiful expression and the anticipation of fucking her in front of all these people that I hardly noticed them. George invited up two other couples to strip our clothes off and 'get us ready.' Before I knew it a tall, slim girl was standing in front of me unbuttoning my shirt. Her red hair and pink skin seemed to glow in the spotlight illuminating the scene of our initiation. She was the sort of girl who would look nice though not outstanding in a photograph, but something in the way she moved attracted me, her willowy grace and dreamy expression. 




The E-club Ch. 03



"Go ahead, guys, fondle the woman who's stripping you."

I found soft, smallish breasts under a very thin tube top. As I slipped my hands underneath to roll her warm nipples in my fingers she began working on my pants, and soon she was squeezing my stiffening cock. A short squarish man had already stripped Colleen and was stroking her pussy lips. George interrupted: "That's enough. It's time for the main event. Brad and Colleen, you're first."

I was led to a padded box, lying back with my feet on the floor and my cock sticking straight up in front of everyone. I looked at the women seated a few feet from me, staring hungrily at my erection. This exhibition thing is great. George had Colleen stand on the pad, straddling my hips and facing my feet. He gently pushed her down, keeping her knees spread so everyone could see. I entered her. For just a second I remembered Colleen lowering herself onto that beer bottle at Jake's. That almost cost me my erection, but the feel of Colleen's hot soaked pussy woke it up. I looked around again; everyone was staring at that wonderful point of contact, probably wishing that they were participating instead of Colleen and me. I could tell how aroused she was, shaking and moaning, but still skilfully sliding me in and out. George turned her around and said "Go ahead, Brad, fondle her lovely boobs while you fuck. We're all watching." 

The whole experience was so intense that we couldn't hold back our climaxes. The lights went out except for a bright spotlight on us. I knew how much Colleen had fantasized about this. She screamed, shook, and collapsed on me as I furiously pumped her. I was dimly aware of applause as George started a similar routine with the other couple, right beside us, close enough to touch. It was beautiful to watch them fuck, while I was still hard inside my woman. They were very young, perhaps still students. George put them in the reverse position from ours, with the girl reclining. Tiny and well-proportioned, her brown hair curled up around her neck. I admired her high perky breasts with impossibly large nipples, broad hips and a prominent bush of thick brown pubic hair, shaved on the sides to a kind of hand-width nether Mohawk. Her guy was lean and lanky, fucking enthusiastically. Colleen and I watched his long, thin cock slide in and out of her effortlessly. Their obvious pleasure kept us aroused. Before they came, though, George interrupted them and insisted that we trade partners! 

Colleen leaned into me, with my cock still buried inside her. "Here it comes, Brad, we get to watch each other with other people." She seemed thrilled by the idea. It was happening so fast I didn't have time to think. I pulled out, my still half-erect cock glistening in the spotlight, and moved over to my new partner, who smiled up at me and tipped her hips subtly forward. She murmured, "That was so beautiful the way you two went at it. I can't wait to get you inside me."

The comment was meant just for me, but George had thrust his microphone near her face so the whole club heard. I told her how lovely she was, and how her rounded pubic area excited me. Unlike most women, her outer lips puffed out beyond the contours of her crotch, and her thick hair made her cunt even more prominent. In her present state those lips were separated, a long narrow slit of bright pink-red living flesh hiding inside. I moulded my hand around that mound of sex and touched her clit; she groaned and pushed her hips even higher. George asked Colleen and me to go down on our partners, so I obediently slid down and thoroughly enjoyed getting my tongue all over those warm, wet lips, while Colleen squeezed and twisted her partner's long cock in her fists with its tip in her mouth. She looked over at me with big eyes, without letting go.

George compressed the whole foreplay into just a few minutes, to keep our audience engaged. He announced, "Now is the moment of truth. Brad, slide your cock into Megan's lovely cunt; Mike, get yourself inside Colleen."

So Megan was this lovely teenager's name. As I slipped smoothly into her moist flesh, she cooed "Oo! Your cock's way bigger than Mike's!" She flailed left and right, becoming aware of all the men watching her body doing its intimate dance with me. Very responsive, she squirmed and bucked in just the right ways. Colleen was forcing herself on Mike's slim member, her head back in that grimace of sexual concentration that I had come to know so well, but now it was centered on another guy. No matter, Megan's warm, soft body was pushing me toward a rushing climax. Her face and torso turned bright red, then almost purple, her tits pulsated, and she convulsed under me. I spurted pulse after glorious pulse into her, feeling the change in her texture as my warm semen softened her tunnel. Colleen screamed and pulled desperately at Mike's hips, pulling him into her as far as he could go. 

George allowed us the luxury of a few minutes inside our new sex partners. Megan told me I was the first guy who had ever fucked her except for Mike; they had been high school sweethearts who wanted to experiment without being unfaithful to each other. This was their celebration of her 18th birthday. They had fantasized about exhibition, but didn't have the courage to do anything about it until now. After she told me all this, she asked, "You two were so into each other, are you married?"

I looked at Colleen, naked, pink and still groaning with arousal, a drop of sweat dangling from one erect nipple, and blurted out, "Not yet." That was as close as I ever got to proposing; Colleen leaned into me and we kissed, sealing the deal while each of us got re-aroused and rode our respective partners. I suppose we're the only couple in history to get engaged while each of us was fucking another person. Truth is stranger than fiction - or maybe truth is no stranger to fiction?

Each of us enjoyed another exhilarating episode with our new partners, rolling around in all sorts of positions, George subtly opening our postures so that the audience could enjoy the scene. That made the episode even more intense for all of us, showing others our emotions and our bodies.

Things loosened up at the club Macabre after that; we went back to our tables. Our final assignment was as simple as it was drastic. "Men, shake hands with your partner. Then fuck the hell out of the other woman at your table."

I had the pleasure of fondling Cheryl's perfect boobs. I flipped up her skirt and fingered her while she looked at Hunter, moaned, and slid her perfect fingers around my slippery cock. Since Colleen was already naked, Hunter enjoyed feeling her up everywhere while she explored his cock. I sat Cheryl on our table on the side toward the center and spread her long legs wide. Colleen reached over and, as she had promised, slid my cock into Cheryl. As I entered her I was surprised that I was still capable, but the Coolidge Effect did its magic; a new woman meant a new erection. The trophy wife leaned back, her straight arms supporting her on the other side of the table, and moved her hips in a circle while I explored that marvellous tight pussy. She arched her back to push her tits into my face, asking me to chew and still fuck. We kept going for a long time, feeling the sexual intensity slowly build, until I released, pumped into her, and we finally separated, exhausted. In the meantime Hunter stood right next to me, with Colleen's legs wrapped around his hips and his large cock sliding in and out while her little round ass tensed and relaxed, pushing herself into him. He told us what a great fuck she was. Cheryl and I stood on either side and hugged them while they continued. George then released us to do what we wanted with whom we wanted.

Now we saw why the club had admitted several unattached men; for all their bravado, the men didn't last as long as the women. The men are good for only a few encounters, while the women (at least these open and willing women) could go on fucking indefinitely, one partner after another. Not many women were brave enough or motivated enough to come to the club unescorted, so the single men outnumbered them, and they got their chances when the rest of us were petered out.

I sat back and watched the action through a lazy postcoital haze; George released a contraption of leather straps and buckles from the ceiling. To my surprise Ms. Tweed's husband brought her out onto the floor, stripped her naked while she stood passively, and strapped her into it, a forcing her bony legs wide open and her arms above her head. The swing pulled her small, smooth cunt open, dripping the fluids of forbidden excitation. Several men took advantage of her slim body while she shuddered and moaned, unable to stop them, as her husband looked on. I wandered over and reached through the back of the harness to enjoy her small soft boobs with their rock-hard nipples, while other guys fucked her over and over. As another guy approached, I whispered in her ear, "Here comes another naked guy. He's going to fuck you, and you can't stop him. Your husband wants you to have sex with any guy who wants you."

She shuddered, but I felt her nipples stiffen in my hands. I kissed her on the mouth as the new guy shoved himself inside her while half a dozen others watched. She was getting what she secretly wanted, but couldn't admit even to herself.

The red-haired waif who had first stripped me came over and offered herself to me, seating me back on my chair and lifting one leg onto it to open her muff in front of my face. She managed to get me up again, her glowing red pubic hair lending an air of unreality to her soft sensuality, the nearly transparent flesh of her nipples pulsing with pleasure and excitiement. I pinched them hard as she crouched over me and pulled me inside her. As I came she produced a dreamy smile on her wide face that made me understand her beauty. Colleen turned to me and knelt beside us, her hand stroking my pubic hair as I slowly worked myself in and out. Later Tina came by and played with my half-flaccid cock, but I was played out. Colleen and I took a cab home, exhausted but fulfilled.

We still visit the E-club occasionally, where Colleen gets a charge out of displaying her body and I get a charge out of watching her do it. John has added an indoor/outdoor pool and a sunning area, where she likes to lie languorously on her back with her legs spread wide to let everyone see everything. But it's just for fun. Her sense of desperation has evaporated in the warmth of our love.



The E-club



"Ogod, please, touch, stroke, whatever you want. And I loved how you just sat right down and started talking about my bare breasts." A throaty note of arousal quavered in her voice. I moved my hands forward and pressed them together, palms toward her soft flesh. She looked down, watching me fondle her. I worked my fingers under those mounds, squeezing them, lifting them, feeling their weight. I took one, then the other in both hands, shaping their roundness in my palms, enjoying the way they molded to my touch. Holding a handful of flesh in one hand, I gently stroked toward the tip with the other. My fingers ran over the rough pink flesh surrounding her nipple, little bumps, some with short back hairs growing out of them - a vast wonderland of sexual flesh, exposed for me. All the time I was telling her how beautiful and sexy they were.

"Touch me on the tip, I need it."

She jumped when I scratched and pinched there. Instantly her nipple responded, unfolding and swelling as I stroked.

"Ah, that's wonderful." Her mood changed immediately. Her posture straightened, she smiled and lifted her boobs in her hands to offer them to me.

Bringing them up almost to my mouth, she murmured, "Go ahead and kiss them - they won't melt." I took one, then the other into my mouth, sucking, licking, nipping. The tips glistened with moisture and with tension. She pulled back on the flesh to stretch the breast skin out even more. 

Now this buxom woman was bouncing, excited, nearly jumping out of her chair. The older, olive-skinned woman sitting next to her asked if I wouldn't 'massage' her too. "Wouldn't it be hot to fondle two women's boobies at the same time?" 

I took the bait. The two felt different; the new woman's breasts were warmer, the skin rougher, the flesh firmer. She turned her shoulders to force her boob closer to me. I pinched both nipples, and got two squeals. The double fondling continued for a few minutes, but I knew that the objects of my attention would eventually get sore and the pleasure would subside. Another guy came up and sat opposite my first large-breasted friend, asking whether he could caress her other now-neglected boob, and she assented. Now she was really in exhibitionist heaven, with two different guys fondling those two huge orbs at the same time. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. I excused myself, letting the new guy take over - best to stop when they still want it. 

My attention was distracted by a gaggle of giggling teenagers at the far end of the room. The three of them were daring one another to take their lacy bras off, and finally one of them did, baring modest-sized, perfectly shaped breasts, riding high, their erect nipples pointing slightly out and upward. I walked over.

"Hi mister, how do you like her boobies? Ain't they, like, just awesome?" The topless girl covered her face, still giggling, but didn't cover her perfect boobs. These girls were clearly very inexperienced, experimenting with exhibitionism for the first time. 

I asked, "May I?" Miss Topless's boobs shook and vibrated as she laughed and shifted, now peeking at me, looking embarrassed but determined to take her friends' dare. She nodded. First I took her hands and gently removed them from her reddened face; I told her how beautiful her slim body was, a gift of nature, and dared to gently stroke and squeeze my way up her arms and down her chest. 

She jumped when I reached my goal, but allowed me to caress those breasts, abruptly pulling her shoulders back to thrust them forward. They were tipped with little hemispheres of glowing pink that I rubbed with my palms, drawing a surprised gasp. Her skin was warm, smooth, alive with the translucent glow of youth. Looking more closely I noticed a trail of glitter from her neck down to the tips of her tits. When I asked her about it she giggled again and confessed that she had been at a party the night before, wearing a very low-hanging top. 

"Well, dude, my friends put the glitter on before the party. We were hoping some dudes would, like, take my top off, but none of them ever did. Wimps. The whole idea of, like, exposing me got us so horny we came here today."

I was doing pretty well, going from 'mister' to 'dude' inside of five minutes. I caressed her whole upper body while she shivered and squirmed. Still holding onto one nipple I turned to the other girls. One had a squarish figure and a not particularly attractive face, but her bra hid an obviously well-developed anatomy. I dared her to take it off, and to my surprise she did. These girls were into dares. Two glowing white cones appeared, tipped with already erect nipples that looked impossibly large because she had almost no alveoli, her nipples protruding like pink-brown islands in a sea of white flesh. They pulsed with each heartbeat. Remembering the permission thing, I said "I'm going to play with your tits now in front of your friends, ok?"

She murmured, "Awesome", and leaned over the counter. Letting go of Miss Glitter I reached out, palms away from her, and caught each nipple between two fingers. She looked down at them as I used my thumbs to rub the tips, eliciting an involuntary squeal, another push forward, and a moan. It appeared that her tits had never enjoyed much male attention. I couldn't resist getting those meaty morsels in my mouth, their rough chewy texture entrancing me.

Suddenly all of them started giggling again. "Oh my god, I don't believe it, awesome!"

A young guy had walked up beside me, his large semi-hard dong hanging in front of their faces. Miss Glitter extended a hand to touch it.

Before I got myself in more trouble, John appeared at the door and rescued me. We went back to the bar at the entrance to meet Colleen, who was nowhere in sight. I enjoyed surveying the people sitting there, especially the women, some bare-breasted, some barely covered with see-through wisps. They weren't all goddesses with perfect bodies; some had overly wide hips, or bits of flab here and there, but I appreciated what they had to offer, not what was lacking. Waiters and waitresses bustled among the guests, nude except for tiny aprons. The waitress aprons were semicircles about the size of an outspread hand, tied low about the hips and edged with lace, while the waiters had aprons of similar size but square and without the lace.

I asked John whether it was hard to find employees willing to work in such provocative outfits; he boasted, "Just the opposite. They work for minimum wage, and it's hard for our guests to tip. They do it part time so they can support themselves with real jobs. Of course they're all exhibitionists, they enjoy having their bodies inspected. It's the perfect combination of work and play."

Looking more closely, I saw what he meant. Most of the staff was young and nubile. When a man was served, a waitress would usually lean her chest near his face to deliver a drink or a snack, and hover there just a little longer than necessary. Women were served by waiters who could lean into a nice set of boobs, and sometimes get themselves fondled as a 'tip'. Taking orders, I saw them pressing their bare hips subtly against their bare customers.

Just then Colleen rushed up, her boobs trembling deliciously. "I'm so glad I found you. We have to be in the back room in half an hour."

Before I could ask her what that was about, John asked her how she had found the club. She said a friend at work had told her about it, joking that nobody in their right mind would even think of going there. But without saying anything to her friend, Colleen visited the next weekend, and had been back several times since. She liked the way John had arranged it to be more egalitarian than you would think, designed to give each sex the maximum pleasure, with little touches that made everyone comfortable and made it easy for them to manage the displays they craved.

I objected that the equal-rights fairness seemed to go only so far, because the entry fee was larger for men than women.

"What?" John exclaimed. "The fee's the same for everybody."

"When we came in, they charged me four times more than Colleen."

"Oh, that," John answered. "The fee's really the same when you allow for income. See, women only make about 85 percent as much as men in this town, even for the same job. It takes about 80 percent of a man's salary for basic expenses, so a man has 20 percent of a salary left for fun and a woman has 5 percent. We charge everybody the same percent of the extra income."

The guy was an engineer all the way to the bottoms of his toes - I couldn't argue with his logic. I was only glad that he had used his engineering skills so cleverly. "The club makes a little money, but not much. I'm mostly in it for the, um, fringe benefits." 

He nodded at a statuesque red-haired woman sauntering by, bands of shimmering silver fringe framing her breasts, and a silver-fringed belt about her hips substituting for a bottom, leaving her sex completely exposed. 

"Oh, fringe, I get it," Colleen laughed. John asked her to show me the rest of the club, and excused himself. 

Hand in hand we walked back along the long arm of the L, a broad corridor lined with little shops selling provocative outfits and such, and a few snack bars and coffee shops. I told Colleen, "I like the way your boobs bounce when you walk. And the contrast between your black panties and your white lips is a great dramatic touch."

"What? My lips are nice and pink." She leaned over on tiptoe and kissed me on the cheek.

"No, not those lips, your vertical lips." 

"I know, I was just teasing you. You can't kiss those lips here - maybe some other time." I liked the sound of that.

We stopped at a little coffee shop, because Colleen joked that a little caffeine buzz makes her 'naughty bits' tingle more when they're touched. There was table service, of course, with the tables right out in the corridor like an outdoor cafŽ, only indoors. We ordered espresso, and sure enough, a short buxom blonde of a waitress delivered mine while managing to lean her tits right in my face. I whispered "May I?"

She whispered back, "Of course." 

I rolled a tiny, hard nipple in my fingers for a few seconds before she politely said "Enjoy your coffee," punched a little hole in my bracelet for payment, and disappeared.

Immediately a clean-cut young man appeared with Colleen's drink. He leaned into her chest with its nicely framed attractions. She whispered "May I?"

He whispered back, "Of course." 

Colleen flipped his apron up and gave his cock a nice squeeze. He punched her bracelet and departed, smiling, his apron horizontal.

"That friend of yours, John, is really clever," Colleen said. "This feels like a normal coffee shop, but in a normal coffee shop you can't sit around in an open-tit bra and open-crotch panties. And the people-watching is way better than a normal coffee shop. It's like I was saying on the way here, exposing yourself is more of a thrill if you do it where you're not supposed to. It's not like taking your clothes off at a free beach, where everybody expects it."

I was staring at Colleen's gently wobbling tits the whole time. "And you're not supposed to hold your date's nipples while you talk", I added, reaching out and pinching each nipple between two fingers. The big Italian espresso machine hissed and gurgled. 

"Mm, that feels nice, hold on while we talk. Oh, I should move my cup to the side so you can see the opening in my panties. Isn't that marvelously wicked?" That's when I noticed that our glass table had a little light for everybody's crotch. John had thought of everything.

We had the usual get-acquainted discussion, about backgrounds and jobs and such. I work for an architectural firm that specializes in large renovations, so I have to travel every now and then. Colleen is with a publisher. She laughed that it's not about romance novels with swarthy men ravishing helpless young virgins - she translates manuals from Engineer into English, not as sexy but it pays well. 

In the meantime there was a non-verbal conversation going on, perhaps more meaningful than the verbal one. I held her tits while she inspected the tip of my wang through the glass table. I had to let go to sip my espresso, but it was that much more satisfying to reach back across the table and touch her again. Her leg found its way into my lap. She said she liked her body, she liked to display it, to use it for her pleasure. I liked her body too, so we had some major compatibilities.

"Brad, there are still some things you don't know about me. There's a dark side to my sexuality. I have a big sexual appetite. Sometimes I have a hard time controlling it. You'll see what I mean later."

I was about to ask her what she did mean, when she abruptly invited a couple at the next table to come over and sit with us. We found ouselves sitting with a big bear of a 40-ish man, heavy and hairy, wearing only a black leather vest, and his slightly younger partner, with penetrating blue eyes, high cheeks and a big shock of frizzy brown hair. Her body was nice, average, except for one thing - her absolutely enormous breasts, not really hidden by a sheer scarf tied in a bow in front. The ends hung down loosely, teasing her belly. Every time she moved, the objects of my attention wobbled and shook. She had tied a similar scarf around her hips, its ends obscuring her pussy most of the time.

She did most of the talking. "Hi, I'm Sharon. This is Sidney, but everybody calls him Bear. Thanks for inviting us over, you two look really yummy and..." 

Colleen interrupted, "I saw the way you two were looking at each other, and you have wedding rings. It's so nice to see a married couple doing this together."

"Oh, we're not married - that is, not to each other. We're next-door neighbors. When my husband and I moved in, I started sunning myself out in our backyard. Bear started watching me. I enjoyed being watched, so I wore less and less each week. Bear started sunning himself too. Eventually I was in a bikini, not very stable with my, um, endowment, and he was in a jockstrap. By this time each one of us knew the other one was watching, and we both liked it. One part of our backyards is separated by just a flower bed; we moved our lounge chairs there. Then one day I dared to sun myself naked, and Bear did it too. We turned toward each other. I showed him my big boobs, he showed me his, um, equipment, and we touched ourselves for each other. It was so hot."

"Wow, that must have been exciting, displaying yourselves like that," Colleen interjected.

"It was. But then his wife caught us, there was a big drama. After everyone calmed down she said we should come here, at least we wouldn't wind up fucking each other. We're mostly into exhibition, not extramarital sex, so that was great with us, and here we are. I still like to touch his balls, though."

"And I'm into her giant gazongas," Bear added. "Ever seen somethin' so fuckin' sexy?" He gave one huge melon a squeeze with his big hand. She closed her eyes and inhaled.

"Actually," Colleen said, "That's why I invited you two over. I knew Brad would love to see you close up, and he'd really love to fondle your boobs. If you don't mind, that is."

"I don't mind. I'd love it. Just pull on this string, Brad."

Sharon gave me the loose end of the bow holding her bra-scarf up, and I pulled. I'm into tits, but these were in a class by themselves, huge but well-proportioned, standing way out from her chest, topped with perfect nipples. I reached over and cupped them in my hands, showing everyone how soft and jiggly they were, before I stroked the soft flesh and teased her nipples. She looked down at my hands, smiling, and said, "I love that moment when they come out, and everybody gasps. And I love how you're feeling me up, you're gentle but firm - keep doing it. These things are such a hassle most of the time, it's nice when somebody appreciates them."

Colleen stared, saying "You're so lucky. If I had boobs like that, I'd have the time of my life teasing with them. I could attract any man I want."

"It's a mixed blessing," she sighed. "When they first got this big, in high school, they changed my life, mostly not for the better. I think there are guys from my school who wouldn't recognize my face, all they did was stare at my tits. They made cruel jokes, kids would laugh behind my back and call me nasty names, like Sharon share-em. They thought I lived for sex just because I had big boobs. Later I thought of getting a breast reduction, but then I met my husband; he said they're a national treasure, and the government would sue me if I did it. He was the first guy I met who saw me as a person since I was 14."

"Well, they're a real treat for us," I said. While Sharon had been talking, I had been feeling up her great expanse of woman-flesh, enjoying her in ways I never could outside this club.

We sat quietly for a while, enjoying one another's bodies. Colleen teased Bear's nipples and the hair on his chest. Sharon reached into my crotch and just quietly held my penis. Too soon Bear said they had to leave, but first Sharon invited me to touch her pussy. She complained that men don't give it enough attention; they get distracted. I lifted the ends of her lower scarf as she raised both feet onto her chair, opening up a juicy cunt and exposing for me the black-lined lips of a woman who had had children. I touched her sex and Colleen's at the same time and gave them a few strokes, contrasting Colleen's smoother, slicker feel with Sharon's more rippled texture. Another first. Sharon kissed my cheek, I gave each of her nipples a big wet kiss, and she and Bear departed hand in hand.

"Colleen, you don't mind me fondling another woman like that while you watch?"

"I love to watch, silly, remember? I'm not jealous, I know when you're here fondling somebody's body it doesn't mean you're in love. And you didn't get jealous when Bear stroked my pussy."

"Yikes! I didn't even notice, I was so busy with Sharon. Did you like it?"

"Of course I liked it. He has big strong hands, and I have a gigantic sexual appetite, remember? And I'm not afraid to satisfy it."

I remembered. "But did you think he was attractive? I'm strictly AC, I'm not much of a judge of how attractive a man is, but he looked pretty gross to me."

"No, Brad, he wasn't that attractive. But with him it wasn't about attractiveness, it was about power. And he had power."

That gave me something to think about. We got up and walked back to the last room in the club, a large open space with a dance floor, a small stage, and the usual bar, this time just tables along one side. They stood in front of a long bench, and there were a few chairs too. I was startled, though, to see some of the tables topped with naked women. They all sat in about the same posture, leaning back on their straight arms, their legs tucked under their asses and their knees spread as wide as they would go. A few of them arched their backs to display their chests when a man walked by. They were just about the only completely naked people in the room.

When I pointed them out, Colleen said, "Yeah, those are the extreme exhibitionists. They want everybody to see everything. A lot of them are submissives - their guys are sitting behind them on the bench seat. If you want to touch one of them, you ask him, not her. Go try it, I'd like to watch."

She was encouraging me again to fondle another woman in front of her? That's a no-brainer. I found a particularly cute young thing who looked at me and at my crotch as I approached. Her straight blond hair teased the curve of her shoulders, and her narrow nose gave her a vaguely Scandanavian look. Taking Colleen's advice, I asked the tough-looking young guy sitting behind her, "Mind if I touch?"




The E-club



"Go for it. She's a total slut, she loves it."

I saw her stiffen, push her chest out a little further, and open her slim thighs a little wider, struggling to please him and me. Playing with her was going to be great. But first I teased her a little. "Your boyfriend there told me I could touch you."

I stood right in front of her and pulled my briefs down a bit, spilling my equipment out a hand width away from her open pink twat. She stared at my crotch, but said nothing. Leaning in just a bit I declared, "You're going to get your neck stroked, you're going to get those lovely bare breasts fondled, I'm going to roll your nipples in my fingers and pinch them, hard." 

Now she was staring at my eyes, her face a mix of anxiety and arousal. "And I'm going to stroke your belly all the way down to your nasty cunt. I'll rub your nice blond bush, then I'll shove my fingers right into your sex. I can see it, you're showing it to me, it's pink and open already. You're a slut, you're shameless, you'll let me do everything. But first I'm going to kiss you, because you're beautiful and you're surrendering to me."

She blushed and quivered; she wasn't expecting anything personal. I leaned in, held the back of her head in both hands and grazed her lips with mine. She lurched forward, I opened my mouth and our lips locked. Even with all the exposed flesh around us, and her lovely body, that kiss was one of the most erotic experiences I'd had at the club so far. This girl was soft, warm, giving, accepting, eager. Our tongues played. My hands wandered down to her neck, her torso, her breasts, small but softer than I expected. Her nipples, warm to my touch, pulsed with the urgency of arousal. I did all the things I'd promised. 

Finally we broke our kiss so that I could rest my chin on the table's edge and inspect every detail of her open cunt while I pushed my fingers in as far as they would go. My other hand found her clit, protruding from its translucent pink hood. A few drops of fluid oozed from her hole as I squeezed my fingers inside. She looked down at her cunt, her torso reddening, as her boyfriend stood up beside us to watch the penetration. He told her that she was being a good slut, that he liked to see her squirm and cream. After a few more minutes of this I felt her cunt clamp down; she stiffened and her whole body vibrated. She gasped and convulsed. Her boyfriend dashed around behind her to hold her up by the shoulders.

"You did great, man," he said to me. "Well, slut, do ya like to cum with some stranger's fingers up your juicy twat? Do ya like that, huh?"

Tears came to her eyes as she looked back at him, reaching up to fold her arms around his neck. It was time for me to withdraw.

Colleen and I wandered around, enjoying the bodies on display. The waiters and waitresses busied about. Arm in arm, we commented to each other about some of the people: a large woman with a tight corset and huge tits spilling out over the top, and nothing underneath but a huge thatch of thick black pubic hair; a slight young girl in a transparent smock, twisting to show her sex and her breasts to anyone who'd look; several big-muscled guys that appealed to Colleen. A young girl approached, so thin that her pelvis and ribs poked out from her skin; naked except for large rings hanging from small, pierced nipples, her head looked too large for her body. She was young and exposed but not sexy. Colleen joked that she must be a fashion model. But the main thing was that we were together, becoming more secure in our mutual attraction. Several people of both sexes commented on how nicely her 'bra' framed her pink breasts; each time, she returned the complement with a bounce and a jiggle. She confessed that she always sunned herself with a top on, so that the white of her breast flesh would contrast with the light brown of her body. "That makes it just a little naughtier, as though you're not supposed to see them." I knew this game by now.

It was getting later, and the dance floor was filling up. We danced both fast and slow. Colleen was a marvelous dancer, flaunting her body to everyone with the fast numbers and molding her body to mine with the slow ones. Once she pulled her open-crotch panties halfway down her thighs and somehow held them there for a fast song. "Its dirtier to pull your panties half-off than to just go naked. This way everybody can see my bare ass and my whole crotch."

We traded partners a few times, dancing with near-naked strangers. The usual stance was for the man to hold one arm around the girl's hips and ass, the other on a breast. There was plenty of kneading and stroking. The women would usually put both arms around the guy's neck, to give him free access to everything, but occasionally a hand would find its way to a cock.

Some people began to congregate around the stage, where customers, mostly women, engaged in particularly blatant exhibitions. This would usually involve stripping and doing lewd moves, sometimes getting felt up in front of everyone. We sat near the stage and enjoyed the show for a while; one wide-hipped woman stood with her cunt right in front of me, hands behind her head and legs slightly bent, knees spread. She twisted and rolled her hips forward and back, showing me and everyone else her fucking moves. I coud smell her musk. While this was going on Colleen excused herself. I thought she was just going to pee, but a minute later she climbed onto the stage.

A general murmur arose from the crowd as Colleen appeared, now fully naked, with a naked man on each arm. Tall and strong, each man held a hand tightly on one boob, leaving her nipples protruding between their fingers. She held onto each cock. Most of the displays in the club weren't that overtly sexual. Looking me in the eye, a hard, determined look, Colleen squeezed the cocks of her two consorts to signal them to get started on her. She wrapped an arm around each neck to lift herself up, allowing her men to support her by her splayed-out thighs, each man easily holding a thigh in one hand, leaving the other to work on her exposed body. 

The men returned to her boobs, fondling more overtly and more roughly, squeezing the soft flesh and yanking them out by the nipples while kissing her cheeks and neck. Colleen whispered "Now", and the two brought their mouths down to her boobs, not kissing but biting, sucking a whole boob into their mouths, letting it scrape back against their teeth, then leaving little bites all over it. When they released we could see the teeth-marks. She was breathing hard.

By now everyone in the room was watching. Colleen's two tormentors began a similar mistreatment of her hardened nipples, as their hands found their way to her gaping cunt. Holding herself up with her arms around their necks, she was helpless to stop them. Each jabbed a thumb roughly inside her and vigorously wiggled it around. Colleen whimpered, biting her lip, sweating, little forward jerks of her hips betraying her lust. The hands grabbed her inner labia and yanked them to each side, hard, stretching her red, living skin so far that it looked like it might tear. The sexual skin glistened with tension and female secretions. The hands returned to her vaginal opening as four, five, six fingers penetrated her and pulled her canal open, exposing the rough red flesh inside. Colleen was panting and blushing. The men released her nipples to reveal more bite marks and concentrated on her cunt, furiously forcing themselves in and out. Finally one of them held her inner labia open while the other forced his fingers, then his palm into her up to the wrist. She cried out and grabbed her tormentors more tightly, but pushed her hips forward again to show us all how he twisted his fist inside her. With great strength he lifted her whole body by the cunt, Colleen balancing herself with her hands on their shoulders. The room fell silent. Another twist; she screamed and convulsed, soaking his hand and arm with gushing fluid.

After it was over Colleen's two companions gently lowered her and steadied her on her feet. She reached up to kiss each one on the cheek, squeezed their cocks one more time, then turned to me and walked off the stage with an unsteady gait. A scattering of uneasy applause arose from the bar. She stood in front of me, bite marks all over her neck and boobs, her crotch a soggy mess. "Let's sit down. You haven't bolted yet, that's a good sign, but I owe you some explanations."

Colleen sank into a nearby chair to discuss her perversions. "Those guys were pretty rough! Are you ok?"

"Brad, I asked them to be rough. I knew them from before, they're brothers, and I told them what I needed them to do to me. I hope it doesn't shock you. I needed to show you what my sexuality is like, what you're up against if you ever want to see me again after that."

I slid my chair closer and put an arm around her shoulder. "Colleen, that episode was a shock, it was so intense. I couldn't believe it, my new cute little friend getting mauled like that, my carefree exhibitionist..."

"I had to show you that because I'm not what I seem. I've had so many guys get revolted when they find out what I'm really like, how far I have to go with sex. It has to be in a controlled situation, I don't want to get raped, but now you know what I need. I'm not the sweet young thing you thought I was. But you're still sitting here, your arm's around me, I like that, so I guess you pass the test."

"Wasn't it painful, what they did to you?"

"Sure, it was plenty painful, but that's the point. For me sexual pain and pleasure are all part of the experience. When they bit my tits the pain focused my whole consciousness down to those two points, I was all sex. Even more when I got fisted, my pussy burned, the pressure was unbearable, but the arousal takes me to a whole different level. When he twisted inside me, the pain lit up my whole body. That's why I came, in front of you and everybody. And the pain's easier to take when I'm turned on."

My cock was telling me how exciting all this was, and she noticed. "Brad, that little show turned you on, didn't it?"

With the state my cock was in, I couldn't deny it. That thing always tells the truth.

Colleen said she needed a shower; there was a ladies room door nearby, so she asked me to go into the men's room door. I guessed I'd have to just hang around until she came out. But on the other side of the door I saw her again - another one of John's little tricks. Some voyeurs like to watch other people pee, though I don't, but this club has something for everyone. Colleen pulled me to a shower stall. They were all open, as you could guess. As I slipped off my briefs, Colleen exclaimed, "Oo, you're naked, you nasty man. What makes you think you -mmf..." 

I broke her off with a kiss hard on the mouth, our first kiss, an arresting experience that surprised us both. My hands wandered up and down her body, as her hands did the same to mine. Just as we were about to break the genital-genital rule, we pulled apart, and simultaneously exclaimed, "Wow!" For both of us, that moment changed our lives.

We laughed and jumped into a shower. I enjoyed soaping Colleen up, especially where she had been mishandled. She squealed, "You didn't ask permission to touch me!" 

Again we laughed and kept caressing each other, enjoying each other's bodies while a couple of other people enjoyed watching us. For both of us, that just intensifies the experience.

As we dried each other off, Colleen said, "Next week I'll take you to another club I know about, downtown, and you can finish seeing what I'm like at my worst, my most terrible. I was going to go alone, but I'd love it if you'd come too."

Anything to see her again. "I'd love to. And I still love you, even after that scene, or maybe even because of it. You're being more honest with me than I deserve."

Did I actually say it? I'd only known her a few hours, and I said I loved her.

On the way out we ran into John again; Colleen congratulated him on a wonderful club. I told him I liked the whole experience from the moment his inspector employee put the tip of my cock on view at the exit of the changing room.

"What? We don't hire anybody to do that!"