2 comments/ 62634 views/ 3 favorites Oh What A Night By: Erotica_Writings I am looking at my brothers wedding pictures and still cannot believe what he confided in me last night. We were sitting at a very elegant restaurant with soft music and a very charming waiter named Alexus, he wore a white ruffled long sleeve shirt, black pirate pants with a red sash and black boots, his hair was long and black that was pulled back into a pony tail, his eyes were so dark and penetrating with a very thin black mustache. My brother, who is a very huge muscle bound brute wearing blue jeans so tight on his ass, with a light-blue muscle shirt and white sneakers. I was his little brother very small and thin and yes I was always being protected from having my head flushed down the toilet at gym. I had grey hair that was balding. He had blonde curly hair, grey eyes and he just told me he was gay and leaving his wife Carol and their three kids. This really floored me, how could my brother be gay? I sat silently looking at him like he just told me my dog died. I could not shut my mouth it just kept falling open. The waiter now is smiling at Paul as if he knew what he had told me, Son of a bitch! He did know what he told me because he was the one Paul was leaving Carol for. I placed my hand on my jaw to keep it from falling open again. I could only move my eyes from Alexus to Paul, Paul to Alexus as my head reeled from too much information being giving to me. I remember the dream that woke me up in a cold sweat and a huge wetness from my cock. I was in this belly dancers outfit, ok I look like Don Knots dressed up in drag with these pirates chasing me through this pirates ship. Yes one was Alexus, my brother’s lover. He grabbed my hand pulling me to his hard strong body, flexing those tight ass cheeks and with those luscious lips kissed my quivering lips with such a hot passionate kiss, he sucked my tongue like it was my cock. I wanted this pirate to fuck me, to make me his bitch, I felt them stripping me of my belly dancer’s outfit and I stood naked in front of all these wild sex crazed pirates, my heart was throbbing as hard as my cock and then I felt myself being taken down to the ground and placed on my hands and knees and now someone had their mouth on my cock sucking and licking and then I felt hands on my ass and before I could scream from the pain of his raging cock going into my ass a huge cock slammed into my mouth. Oh gawd I was breathing so heavy through my nostrils, the pleasure from my cock being sucked while I sucked another cock as my ass was being drilled full of cock was driving me wild with desire to fill his mouth full of my hot cum deep down his throat and just as my cock was releasing its hot thick juices deep into his mouth I felt hot cum hitting me in my face, my back, and deep into my ass. I had never in my entire life came so hard as I did in that dream. I woke up to my cock throbbing, cum all over my stomach and totally out of breath. I got up out of bed slowly going to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. Now here I sit thinking about one dream that may have opened my eyes to what I really want and it’s not my girlfriend. I looked at my watch and was excited it was dinner time as I rushed to my car to have dinner with Alexus waiting on my table and perhaps a chance encounters when he gets off of work tonight. What about my brother? Well I am saving his marriage you could say, and perhaps one day he will be happy that he awakened my own sexual needs and wants. I fumbled with my keys as I parked my car, walked slowly into the restaurant and was seated at his table. My heart beat so wildly as he smiled down at me, he touched my finger tips with his fingers handing me the menu and my cock twitched. I caught myself licking my lips slowly as I took the food off of my fork and slowly out of my mouth knowing he was watching me and my cock twitched more thinking of his cock in my ass. “Will there be anything else for you tonight?” he asked me looking at my crotch seeing my cock fully erect and I purposely ran my hand over it letting him know oh yes there was more that I required tonight. “I think there will be if you can accommodate me tonight.” I said smiling up at him. To be continued. Oh, What A Night Written by Don and Keri, to lovers separated by distance. What I would really like to do with you, than go out for drinks, is to have some wine at your place. I would dance with you slowly there and for every glass of wine we have, an article of clothing would come off. I would love to have you in just your socks and panties, while I am just in my boxers. You would be able to feel me push up against you as we hold each other as we dance. Your arms would circle around my neck, as my hands would pull you tightly on your waist. Our eyes would meet and they would show the desire that we have for the other. Your lips would part and mine would lower themselves to yours as we begin our more intimate dance. Your hands gliding down my back.... I caress the back of your neck and your gorgeous tanned shoulders. You know how much your body turns me on... your strong arms envelop me and pull me closer. You slowly crouch down to meet my lips and press them gently to mine. I stand on my tiptoes and open my mouth to invite your tongue. I'm a little tipsy from the wine and with desire and I lean into you for support. You deftly hold me up, pressing your hardness against my tummy. You break our embrace and grasp my hand. You slowly lead me over to the bed where you have sprinkled iridescent glitter. You pick up a bottle of lilac massage oil and instruct me to lie on my back on the bed. You glide gracefully to your bed. The glitter sparkles off the light seeping in your bedroom window from the full moon outside. You place your hands on your bed as you lay down to steady yourself. You are pleasantly drunk, as you can still taste the fruity bouquet of the wine. You feel me place my strong hands on you after I have warmed the oil so it is not cold for you. Running lightly over your skin, my hands begin to knead your shoulders and neck firmly. The lilac scent wafts through out the room infusing it with a summer time feel. My hands continue their delightful dance and descend to your lower back. Becoming a little firmer, I rub the small of your back right above your shapely bottom. You sigh, a sigh of deep satisfaction. You can feel my hand... I can feel your hand making its lurid descent into my moist slit after making way over my bulbous firm bottom. You can't resist the heady scent of my sex. Your finger slides right into my tight pussy, slowly and surely as it has many times before. I gasp as the first knuckle enters me, my pussy aching for your hard cock. You push forth, to the second knuckle, and I squeeze my pussy muscles onto your finger like an intimate hug. I twist around to find your inviting lips as you slowly work your finger in and out of my dripping wet box. I can see your erection straining against the fabric of your boxerbriefs, and I long to set it free. Your lips are the softest things ever to be kissed. You allow me to firmly kiss you as your breath continues to increase. Your tightness in your womanhood clenches upon the desired visitor. You can feel it move inside of you, rubbing along your wall, tingling your entire body. My shaft pushes against the cotton fabric of my boxerbriefs as your fingers glide across the covered length. You know how much I love your fingers to dance along the smooth skin of my cock. You know that I will do anything for your touch. You continue to kiss me, a dance between our tongues. Tasting the white zin reserve on my lips and tongue you decide to give me a special treat tonight. We arrange ourselves on the bed so that I can remove your boxerbriefs with my teeth while keeping your fingers inside of me. You try to pull me into the 69 position, but I refuse to let you use your mouth on me. I tell you just to lay back and enjoy yourself. Your hand slips out of my pussy and you offer me your fingers slick with my juices. I lick them up hungrily and eagerly return to removing your boxers. I manage to rip them off of you to reveal your glorious member. I breathe lightly on the tip as I grasp the base firmly with my right hand. I let down my hair and let it brush against your cock and tummy. I can see how much you enjoy the feeling of my auburn locks dancing across your shaft and inner thighs. I press my erect nipples against the soft skin of your inner thighs as I take your cock between my breasts. You hand me the bottle of massage oil and I take if from you, dripping its contents slowly onto my breasts and your cock. You help me to rub it in to my tits and your cock so I can tittyfuck your cock properly. Your tits sway in the air as you start to kiss my thighs. You can see my shaft getting harder out of the corner of your eyes. My cock feels slick and smooth from the oil that you so generously poured on to it. AS you lean forward, my cock spears between your breasts, rubbing the excess oil on your tits and my shaft to a new slippery sheen. You can feel my breathing get faster and more ragged. You feel your pussy ache for my long shaft, but you know you are going to have to wait. You want to feel me begin an orgasm using just your voluptuous tits and full lips and mouth. You smile, as you know that I have never had this done to me. You smile as you get to be the one person who will rule the hard muscular body beneath you. Your breasts, heaving from excitement, begin to slowly rub along my engorged shaft. As you plunge down, your nipples trail a line of fiery passion down my shaft and onto my tightening balls. Your lips kiss from my belly to the tip of my head. A quick kiss on it and you slide back up my shaft, kissing all the way. The touch of my warm mouth on your shaft nearly sends you over the edge, and you tell me you're about to cum. I throw my head back and revel in the delicious feeling of your cum spraying onto my face and boobs. I begin to rub your issue into my skin, and you pull me close to kiss my neck and bite my nipples, tasting yourself on my skin. Luckily, your cock stays erect and I beg you to put it into me. Oh, wow, you worked your magic once again on me. Your ownership of me is complete. You know it and so do I. My tongue runs all along your breasts, nipples, neck, and chin. I urgently kiss each line of my cum and then kiss your mouth, sharing the treasure I have found that you have brought to eruption. After each kiss, you hold my juice in your mouth, savoring its thick manly taste. Swallowing each time I kiss you, you feel the warm cum slide down your throat. You feel my cock rub along your thighs as I keep kissing your breasts. Their graceful beauty, a treat for anyone, is tenderly treated with kisses. I know what I am doing though. Each kiss brings my shaft closer to your pussy. You feel my bulbous head spread your lips apart as it slowly glides between your lips. Your clit, still in its hood, slowly stirs. You can feel me push father and farther between your pussy lips, but never going inside your body. Your wet vagina throbs and radiates the heat of your pleasure. Dripping wet, your lips continue to let my shaft in and out with no resistance. Your arms tighten around my shoulders as you feel yourself begin to float. Your body, feeling my manhood, begins its quick trip to ecstasy. You rarely climax off the rubbing of a man’s cock. Rubbing like the tiny dildo you keep in your dresser drawer. This is so much better you think. You can feel the roundness of my head bump along your clit. Making you arch farther back, waves of pleasure start their deafening decent. Ripple after ripple of pleasure melds into surge after surge. Your orgasm erupts as moans at first but transcends into yelling out my name and gods'. You feel this orgasm like you have never felt one before. As it recedes, you collapse into my arms, feeling my hard thick cock, slide into your dripping wet pussy. You flip me over and begin to enter me from behind. You know how much I enjoy you penetrating me doggy style. I love how your balls slap my ass with the force of your thrusting. I also love how you reach around me and fondle my tits and clit while banging me from behind. I cum again, quick and hard, and I feel your asscheeks tense up as you are about to cum. You let your load loose into my already dripping pussy, as I come to my third orgasm of the night. I'm spent, but your appetite is insatiable. You lay me onto my back, throwing my legs over your shoulders and you bury your face into my pussy once again, licking up your milky sperm. You reach up to kiss me, bringing me the intermingled taste of your cum and my juices. "Babu!" you cry out. "Bring me our dessert. I am hungry for our dessert." Your request is answered in the sweet kiss that lovers share after giving to each other the most passionate night ever had. Our lips meet and my tongue darts into your mouth. My cum, your pussy juice, flow right into your mouth like I was serving it to you on a spoon. Your arms tighten around my shoulders as you keep me firmly locked in our embrace. My thighs continue to hold yours open as you lock your ankles along my calves. Your hands run their fingers through my matted hair as you savor our last kiss of the night. You feel me roll to the side and my weight leaves you and our kiss ends. You look into my eyes and see the thanks that I have for a wonderful night. I see in yours, the same thanks and mischievous spirit for what you feel for me. Oh, What a Night Nicole invited me to a lingerie party a friend of her's was hosting. When she told me her friends name I could not place her right away. It was only after I saw the host of the party; I recognized Maria. The party's theme that evening was "Sexy is Back"! I said sure I'd go, and was given a catalogue and a program to look through. I was surprised at the items and topics that would be discussed at the gathering. Nicole asked me if I saw something that I was interested in buying. I let her know I had a few ideas, but asked what was up with the sex topic. The idea behind a lingerie party is to show off the sexiest and hottest new Lingerie available and give you an excuse to let your hair down and have a little fun. Whether it's a nice piece of lingerie, a sexy costume or that grown-up toy you have been wanting but too embarrassed to go into a store to buy it. It doesn't matter what you look like or how old you are, there is something for everyone. Nicole went on to inform me the party would be a good way to meet new people and maybe even start a new friendship while we indulged in the exploration of sexuality served with tasty snacks and a few nice bottles of bubbly. This also would loosen people up for the night and help everyone share their innermost secrets. Who are we? We are your mother, sister, aunt, cousin, grandmother, great grandmother and so on. If you love your body and love sexy pieces of clothing, then you should have a lingerie party. Some women rather buy sexy garments at a party instead of parading around in a store where the lighting or the mirrors are not flattering. Besides lingerie parties have stepped up their game. The industry sells more than sexy wear they sell toys to women in the privacy of their own homes. I listened attentively as Nicole pitched her sale to me as she continued to talk about lingerie and the adult industry products. The parties can be fun and informative, and give you the time and a comfortable location for friends to get together to talk, laugh and share intimate stories and secrets about great sex. Or in other words get drunk as hell and bring out the slutty behavior of the women at the party including the consultants and the host. It's not your mother's party where bloomers are the sexy wear of today. This is about sexiness and beyond. Nicole even made a banner for the party "whatever happens at the party stays at the party." It bought humor to the night as we prepared to transform from nice girls to naughty sluts. Nicole was good at what she does and went about handing out the brochures to the neighbors in her subdivision. She invited them to join her for a night of adult play, food, and an open bar for those with the acquired taste for liquor and naughty products to purchase. She didn't have to persuade the women too much; they told her she had them at food and liquor. I knew before going with Nicole to the lingerie party it would definitely be more than sexy underwear. They would be pulling out all the stops, bringing in consultants who could talk you into buying fragrances for the five senses that will drive your man wild. They found a knock off Dr. Ruth to talk about new sex tips that your mother would never tell you. I've heard of her well-known motto "Remember ladies - sex is perfectly natural, but not naturally perfect." Upon Arrival I was handed a brochure with a list of sex topics in the foyer of Maria home. A bartender was taking orders and mixing drinks. I have left few parties with Nicole where I did not wake up with a wicked hangover. I asked Nicole if Maria had thought of any remedies for those who may experience hangovers or the morning after blues like yours truly. Nicole said she had remedies and let her take care of the morning after aches. I said all right and settled down for a night of sex education and great conversation amongst the women at the party. The consultants and guest arrived around seven for the introductions, appetizers and cocktails. Afterwards the lights were dimmed and we settled down for our first lecture in sex education, lingerie, and fragrances for those special occasions to make your man melt. The cocktails started to bring out the wild and crazy side in this group of conservative ladies by day and women gone wild by night. The first topic of the evening was an oldie but goodie "vibrators". The market had changed and there was so much to choose from. We saw several new ones and those brave enough to be the guinea pigs were used as training aids. I'll let you guess who volunteered to demonstrate as a model for us; Nicole, of course. I didn't mind since she is a dominatrix and loves to buy toys, she would be the perfect person to show us. There were traditional vibrators that claimed to be fun, effective and easy to use. The rabbit vibrators suggest great clitoral and vaginal stimulation during adult play, G-Spot vibrators are curved at the end for direct contact to your special spot; finger vibrators the consultant explained are attached to your finger for more kinky play. It was turning into an interesting night. The drinks warmed our souls and the dimmed light in the room hid the flaws of our not so perfect bodies as we undressed to our panties and bras. We went through every topic on the brochure, and items ordered were from vibrators to kinkier sex toys. I even bought several girl toys to try out. As the night went on some of the older ladies were ready to leave. Maria being the perfect hostess called a cab; she paid for the fare and assured the ladies their cars would be fine over night at her place. It was her responsibility to make sure the women were safely returned to their families without incident. It was a smart woman taking the safety measures so no one would be accuse of drinking while intoxicated, especially since she is a member of MADD and takes the necessary precautions to protect friends and family. After the older ladies left, Nicole suggests we go for broke and play a few adult sex games. She volunteered to start with a game titled "Strip blackjack and get that 21" If you are winning in black jack, the gangster babe (Nicole) will strip for you. If she has nothing more to take-off, she will do some sexual favors for you. Leave it up to Nicole to take the party to another level. What surprised me is that everybody wanted to play, hell we were stripped down to our undies anyway so why not go for it. Another game high on the list to play was called "Dare." before the game starts everyone writes as many dares as they can think up. You try to include tame dares (kiss the person on your left) a dare may be "Tell us the last place you had sex". Or "No dare this turn" and one or two "draw two dares" All of the dares are put into a bag. When it's your turn draw a slip and do what it says, what really makes it fun is that the inventive person always runs the risk of getting a dare they thought up. One of the ladies in the group ask if anyone ever heard of a game called "pass the vibrator" Nicole hand went up and explained how the game is played. You have to pass the vibrator around the group using your chins. You cannot touch it with anything else. Maria thought it was not much you could to do with passing the vibrator around and suggested another game for us to play. The game is called the "Handbag." Every woman has to take two to three items from their handbags and place them in a paper bag or plastic bag. The host then opens each bag in turn and the others have to guess who the items belong to. Another game we played was called "Condom Crazy." You use glow in the dark condoms the winner is the quickest to completely cover the courgette using only their mouth. The winner will get to choose from a list of prizes a lollipop condom, candy garter, or a lipstick vibrator. One of the consultants had her eye on the bartender the entire evening and suggests we play the game "Suvorov's Vodka." The players manufacture Suvorov's favorite vodka. It must be the strength of 47 proof. Each participant is given a half of the glass of water. They must manufacture vodka of 47o by tasting it. The bartender checks the correctness of the strength with the help of the alcoholmeter. I was damn near passed out by now. The walls in Maria living room were spinning as I tried to put faces to the laughter of the women in the room. The last thing I remember was Nicole handing me my fifth Tequila Sunrise cocktail. I can't recall if I drank it. I awoke the next morning in Maria's guest room sprawl across the bed with Nicole feet across my back. I had a wonderful time that night. During breakfast with the ladies we raised our glasses of Nicole special hangover remedy to Maria as we thanked her for bringing back something we somehow let slip away because of work, family obligations and so forth. I told Nicole to RSVP me for the next one if it's anything like Maria's party for I will never forget the faces, and laughter where women of different ethnicity and size came together to express their sexiness and had fun doing it as well. Oh, What a Night! It was 1976. Jimmy Carter was president. Rocky ruled at the box office. Disco was in its heyday. We all watched Happy Days, Charley's Angels, and (my favorite) One Day At A Time. Dream Weaver played on every radio and I can't even count the number of nights that I cried myself to sleep with Eric Carmen's All By Myself going through my head. It was also a time when nearly all of the girls in our high school were virgins. In this day and age that almost sounds unbelievable, I know. However, this was in a time before nudity was all over cable television and the world wide web was a fantasy better left for an episode of The Jetsons. It was a much more innocent time for teenagers and I'm so sorry that we have allowed that to slip away. I was a senior in high school in 1976. That meant that I knew everything in the world - even if my parents were too stupid to see it. I mean, why did they insist on treating me like some bratty little kid? I was eighteen years old and I was ready to become a woman. You would never guess it to look at me now, but I was once a perky little thing that just couldn't wait for each new day to begin. I stood all of five foot-one and weighed just a shade under one hundred pounds. Cellulite, stretch marks, and wide hips were things that I wouldn't have even given a moment's thought to. I wasn't in the popular crowd, but I wasn't one of the nerdy types either. I was part of that much larger group that tried to make it through each day without calling any attention to myself whatsoever. What a confusing time of life that was! One part of me wanted to look and act so cool that everyone would take notice. The other part of me lived in fear that, if I did call that kind of attention to myself, then everyone was sure to see that I was such a fraud and they would all know just how weird I was. God, I really wouldn't want to go through all of that again! My boyfriend's name was William Paulson. Billy was on the swim team and had the most gorgeous body that any girl could ever hope for. I still wouldn't have said no if Peter Frampton (with those amazing curls and dreamy eyes) could somehow step down out of the poster hanging on my wall, but Billy was more than enough to warm my blood every time that I looked at him. And I used to be able to look at him plenty. I never missed one of his swim meets. I could never take my eyes off of that chiseled physique and those sexy buns wrapped up in that tiny speedo. My girlfriends used to tease me unmercifully, but I was secretly happy that they also found him to be a real hunk. The extent of our sexual explorations were pretty typical of the times – We made out every chance that we could. During these necking sessions, Billy would try his hardest to push me a little further than he knew I would allow and it was my job to stop him before things got too far out of control. It would always make me feel so bad to see that look of disappointment in his eyes when I would call a halt to things. The truth was that I wanted to let him go further, but my catholic guilt always held me back. It was especially difficult when I could feel his erection pressing through the fabric of his jeans. Simple kissing had given way to roaming hands and then to his hand slipping beneath my shirt. I can still (after all these years) remember the first time that Billy touched my breasts. I had stopped him from doing this on several occasions, but that night I had made up my mind that, if he tried again, I would let him. That night we had gone to the movies to see Return of The Pink Panther. For the life of me, I could still not tell you one thing that I remember from that movie. The whole night, the only thing that I could concentrate on was what was to come later when we would be alone in his car out by the lake. After the movie finally ended, Billy suggested a couple of discos that we could go to. I felt like such a little whore when I told him that I would rather go someplace more private. It still makes me laugh to remember the look on his face when I made that suggestion. He drove that old Bel Air station wagon like he was Mario Andretti! My heart was pounding in my chest as we came to a stop at the lake and scrambled into the back. Our hormones were so far out of control that it is a wonder that we even let the car come to a complete stop before we were all over each other. Within minutes the windows were steamed over and we were locked in a heavy makeout session. I kept wondering if Billy would try to touch my breast again. Maybe he wouldn't and I would be the one who wound up disappointed this time. Oh, God! What would I do then? Luckily, Billy didn't disappoint me in the least. He slowly crept his hand up my side and let it cover my tiny breast. It may have been my imagination, but I could swear that he held his breath while he waited to see if I would move his hand away. When I didn't, he began to tenderly rub me through the material of my blouse and bra. I felt like such a dirty girl, but it also felt so heavenly at the same time. So, I was young, had a wonderful boyfriend, and I had a whole world of sexual pleasure to yet explore. It all sounds pretty perfect, doesn't it? Unfortunately, there was only one major drawback. Billy was one year ahead of me in school. That meant that during my senior year of high school he was away at college. Instead of this being the most wonderful year of my life, I was brokenhearted, miserable, and a general pain in the butt. My girlfriends were absolutely no help at all. I don't think there is any creature on earth that can be crueler than a teenaged girl. They were all quick to point out how many beautiful and easy college girls that Billy was sure to be hanging around with. I tried not to let them see how much that bothered me, but I felt that I was always on the verge of tears. Finally, it was time for Billy to come home for Christmas break. I couldn't wait to see him and to be with him again! If he had changed and didn't want to see me anymore, I would just die! I needn't have worried. Billy was just as excited to see me as I was to see him. I just wanted to jump up and down and scream for joy. You couldn't have wiped the smile off of my face for anything in the world. I just couldn't wait to be alone with him! Luckily, there is no force in the universe that is greater than two horny teenagers that have been apart for four long months. It just happened that Billy's parents were going out that night for an office Christmas party. We were locked at the lips and stumbling towards his bedroom before their car even cleared the driveway. I could feel his erection through his jeans as soon as we sprawled across the bed. Our hips ground against each others and I thought for certain that my lips were going to be bruised as we sought to devour each other. It wasn't long before I felt Billy slip his hand beneath the front of my t-shirt. This had become part of our normal routine and I made no move to stop him. I wanted to melt when I felt his hand cover my bra-clad breast. I knew that I was built really small. I dearly wished that I had been more amply endowed like some of my other classmates. However, if Billy was disappointed, he never let on. I moaned deeply as he pushed the cup aside and his fingers began to play with my aching nipple. When we had collapsed onto the bed I had settled on my right side and my right arm had been trapped between our writhing bodies. Somewhere along the line, Billy had shifted his body and I suddenly felt his erection pressing against the back of my hand through his jeans. I knew that I should have furtively pulled my hand away. However, this was something entirely new to me. Instead of withdrawing my hand, I decided to be a little hussy. I simply turned my hand around so that my palm was now filled with his straining bulge. This was the first time that I had ever touched Billy (or any other boy) in such a way and I was more excited than I had ever been in my whole life. After a few minutes of Billy grinding his erection into my palm, I felt him slip his hand from beneath my t-shirt. I instantly missed the feel of his hand on me, but at least I had this whole new experience to content myself with. I soon found out why Billy had removed his hand from inside my shirt as his fingers started to fumble with the button of my jeans. This snapped me back to my senses quick enough! Even with as fast as I had reacted, Billy had already easily opened the top of my jeans and was pulling at the material to make my zipper slide down. I quickly broke our kiss and grabbed his hand with both of mine "No, Billy," I managed to croak. A look of deep disappointment crossed his face as I once again made him stop way before he had hoped. I desperately wanted him to resume our makeout session, but the mood had been destroyed. Instead, he laid down beside me and we just talked. He told me all about the amazing things that he was doing at college. I tried to tell him about the latest news from high school, but I was acutely aware of how much this made me seem like a little girl. When he took me home later that night, my mind was awhirl with guilt and shame. Billy had definitely become a much more sophisticated college man while I had remained the same little scared child that he had left at the end of summer. All of the things that the girls at school had told me about how sexually advanced college girls were kept coming back to me as I beat myself up for being such a stupid girl. As l laid in bed that night, I made the decision that the time had come for me let Billy make love to me. After all, I wasn't a little girl anymore. I thought that if I was ever going to hold onto him, then I had to show him that I could be just as much of a woman as any college girl. Sleep was almost impossible to come by that night. I found myself tossing and turning as I thought about my decision and tried to convince myself that I could actually go through with it. If the enormity of my decision wasn't enough, then there were the thoughts of how Billy's erection had felt in my hand earlier that night. I certainly didn't have a lot of experiences to draw on from which to make comparisons, but the fullness with which it had filled my hand made me worried that I would not be able to take him inside me. What a loser I would be if I couldn't do it! I cursed myself for being so freakishly small. My breasts were way too small! My legs were too small! If Billy were to see me naked, then he would surely think that I was a hideously deformed little girl that he shouldn't be wasting his time on when he had so many grown-up college girls to choose from. I must be completely out of my mind! The next morning my mom informed me that she and my father would be going to a Christmas party for my dad's office and that I was to be looking after my little sister for the evening. Two nights - Two Christmas parties. Of all the times for the gods to be listening! My little sister cornered me a short time later to tell me that there was a party at her friend Janet's house and that all the cool kids were going to be there and she just had to go or she would just...just...JUST DIE! Normally, I would have taken an enormous amount of pleasure in pulling rank and telling here that she couldn't go. However, I didn't know when another opportunity would ever come for me to have the house to myself. I only made her beg and whine for a little while before I gave in. She practically shrieked when I told her and she called me the best big sister that any girl ever had. She told me that I could pick her up at ten o'clock and we would be home before my mother and father. They would never have to know a thing! "That's not the only thing about tonight that I pray they never find out about," I thought to myself. Later that morning I called Billy and told him that I had to stay home and baby-sit my little sister. I asked him if he wanted to come over with us. I held my breath until he said that he would. "Why not?" he said, "I haven't seen the little squirt in a long time" The plan was in place. Everything had worked out perfectly. We would have the house to ourselves from seven o'clock until I had to pick my sister up at ten. Three hours were plenty, weren't they? What if someone came home unexpectedly? What if one of the neighbors saw Billy coming to the house when my parents weren't home and they decided to tell them? What if...What if...? I was going to be a nervous wreak before this night was up! The day crawled by with unbelievable slowness. I hid myself away in my room and tried on every outfit that I owned. I just couldn't decide on what would be the appropriate outfit to wear when one is about to lose her virginity. Do I get dressed up in something that looks really cute? Or would that make me look too young? Do I wear something that looked really sexy? Or would that make me look too cheap? I finally decided on my favorite bell bottomed jeans and a quasi-hippy looking peasant blouse. The one thing that I made sure of was that my prettiest bra and panty set was clean and ready to wear. I may not have much to offer, but the least I could do was present them as best I could. My wardrobe wasn't the only thing that I obsessed over that day. One look at my room would tell you that it was definitely the room of a little girl. This certainly wouldn't do! Down came my posters of Peter Frampton and Vinny Barbarino. I gathered up all of my stuffed animals and various ribbons and awards that I had received over the years and somehow stuffed them all into my closet. It may have been wishful thinking, but I thought that the end result looked much more appropriate to a woman of eighteen rather than a girl of thirteen. My parents left the house at six-thirty. They kissed me on the way out and thanked me for being responsible enough for them to trust in taking care of my sister. Ouch! That hurt! I have to admit that I did feel really guilty about what I was about to do that night. I only hoped that nothing that I did would ever stop them from loving me. My sister came pounding down the stairs a few minutes later. She had on way too much makeup and the hours that she had spent on her hair would have made even Farah Fawcett jealous. I wondered what little boy was going to be at this party that she was so excited to see. I shook my head and thought to myself, "Silly kid...You really should wait until you're more grown up – Like me." After my sister left the house there was nothing else to do except wait for Billy to arrive. It seemed as though I could hear a clock ticking off each excruciating second as I sat there contemplating the evening ahead. Was I really ready for this? What if he didn't show up? What if he didn't want to do it with me? What if I was really bad at it? He'd think that I was a real nerd and I would have to move to Alaska or something! About seven-thirty the doorbell rang and I almost jumped a foot in the air. I waited a moment for my heart beat to recover and then opened the door to Billy. I almost couldn't believe my eyes. He was all dressed up in his leisure suit and looking his best. "Sorry about the corny outfit," he said, "My parents wanted us to go for a family portrait and they just dropped me off." "No," I replied, "You look wonderful!" He really did! There is something about a man in double-knits, opened collar, and a gold chain around the neck that that no woman could resist! Billy came in and asked, "So, where's the little brat?" I told him that my sister had gone to a friend's house at the last minute and that I hoped that he didn't mind having to spend the evening with just me. His eyes nearly lit up when he heard this information. "You mean we have the whole house all to ourselves?" he asked. "It's just the two of us," I answered while trying to give my most seductive look. Billy seemed hesitant to take the offered bait. Maybe he was tired of my always putting a stop to things just when he was getting going the strongest. Or, maybe he just wasn't that interested in me anymore! We settled down on the sofa to watch The Muppet Show. This was not exactly the romantic evening that I had pictured in my head. However, it was nice just to be able to relax with my boyfriend after not having seen him for so long. We laughed at the antics of Kermit and the gang as Billy eased my head onto his shoulder. I was as happy in that moment as any girl could hope for. Gone was all of the nervousness that had my stomach churning all day in anticipation of tonight. Without me even realizing it, Billy had begun to softly stroke my arm. For my part, I had snuggled even closer against his broad swimmer's shoulder. All talking had ceased between us as we gave ourselves over to our small dance of seduction. My breathing had gotten deeper and my heart was pounding in my chest. Slowly, my hand began to explore Billy's chest. His silky shirt felt so nice as it clung to the contours of his amazing physique. I allowed my hand to slip inside the open collar of his shirt and my fingertips felt the smooth warm skin beneath. Billy placed a finger under my chin and gently leaned in to kiss me. Our first kiss was explosive. I kissed him back with all of the love in heart. I knew that I wanted him more than anything in my whole life. His arms tightened around me – signaling that Billy must have been feeling the same way. His tongue had become steadily more insistent and I was more than willing to accommodate him. After a few minutes, Billy drew slightly away. "Maybe we shouldn't be doing this," he said, "your parents may come home early." Here it was – My chance to put a stop to things before they reached the point of no return. All I had to do was say yes. Instead, I rose from the sofa and took Billy's hand to help him to his feet. "Don't worry," I answered, "they won't be back until after midnight." Billy rose to his feet and looked me deep in the eyes. "San, what are you doing?" he asked with a shaky voice. I tried to maintain our eye contact, but I was too shy to keep it up as I said softly,"Billy, I'm ready." "Ready for wha-" he began. Then it hit him! I know that I must have blushed thirteen shades of red as I felt his eyes scanning my face. "San, are you sure?" he asked with such concern. I finally managed to look him straight in the eye. "Yes, Billy, I'm sure." He took me in his arms and whispered against the top of my head, "We don't have to do this, you know?" As soon as he hugged me it was apparent that his lips may be saying one thing, but another part of his body was saying something completely different. "I know that I don't have to," I replied, " I want to." With that, I turned and led my young stallion towards the bedroom. Neither of us spoke. I think that we may both have been afraid that if we did dare to speak, somehow we may awaken to find that this was all a dream. When we got into my room Billy released my hand and started to take his suit jacket off. I stood there almost like a statue, not really believing that this was actually happening. I may have been in shock, but Billy wasn't taking any chances of my changing my mind. His fingers went quickly to the buttons of his shirt and he began to undo them. He had the cutest smile on his face as he began to open his shirt. This shook me back to reality. I tried to return his smile, but I'm afraid that mine didn't look quite as confident as his. I turned my back to him and lifted my blouse over my head. The sounds of Billy removing his shirt and letting it fall to the floor were the only sounds that existed in the whole world for me. Oh, What a Night! I could barely breathe as I disrobed in front of a boy for the very first time. My hands went to undo my belt. It felt as if my hands belonged to someone else. I had a lot of trouble getting them to work like they had my entire life. I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt Billy come up behind me and hug me from behind. His hands wrapped around my tummy and he pulled me back against him. "You're so beautiful, San," he whispered against my ear, "I love you." He may not have known it, but this was exactly the thing that I needed to hear at that very moment. I closed my eyes and placed my hands over his, snuggling back against his warm chest. "I love you too, Billy", I managed. My hands then slipped down to finish undoing my belt. This time my fingers responded with more confidence. Billy released his hold on me and moved away to sit down in a chair to remove his platform shoes while I undid the front of my jeans and pushed them down over my hips. I crawled on top of my bed in just my bra and panties and looked over at Billy as he removed the last of his socks and shoes. His eyes were wide as he openly took in my almost naked body sprawled out before him. He quickly stood up and started to remove his slacks. His eyes looked a little wild and his nostrils were flared. It made me feel nice to see such obvious signs of his desire He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his slacks and briefs and smoothly lowered them to the floor. His erection sprang proudly into view. I'll never forget that moment – My first look at the real thing! It was exciting and scary and sexy and scary and wonderful all at once. I tried not to stare, but at the same time I couldn't tear my eyes away if you had paid me. I scooted over a bit on the bed as Billy came over to join me. He looked directly into my eyes the whole time. I don't know if he was looking for a sign that I had changed my mind or if he was somehow trying to reach inside my brain and convince me not put a stop to things this time. I have to admit to being a little on the fence until Billy actually laid down next to me and took me in his arms. Then I felt safe and I knew that this was truly what I wanted to do. The feel of his warm skin against me was better than anything that I had ever imagined. His erection pressed warmly against my belly as my hands wrapped around his neck to pull him down to kiss me. I've never been able to figure out if Billy was just as nervous and unsure of himself as I was that night. In any event, he took things very slowly. We held each other and kissed for a long time; and the longer we kissed, the more comfortable I became. I couldn't think of anything that would be more perfect than to be laying there forever kissing my naked boyfriend. Eventually, as out making out became more and more heated, our hands began to wander each others bodies. Billy's hand traced its way from the swell of my hip up to my shoulder while my hands were free to explore the smooth skin of his back and wide shoulders. I was even so bold as to reach all of the way down to his waist. I wanted to reach even lower, to his cute bottom, but I was afraid of seeming too forward. After several minutes of stroking each others bodies in this manner, I began to notice that Billy's hand was starting to spend more and more time at my bra line. Between the feel of his hard manhood pressing against my belly and our heavy petting, I was so turned on that I decided to take a bit more of the initiative. As Billy's hand paused beneath my arm the next time, I subtly rolled my body away from him – bringing his hand into contact with my bra-covered breast. This was all the invitation that Billy needed. His hand closed of my breast, making me moan against his lips in pleasure. Thus encouraged, Billy slipped the cup of my bra down and exposed my breast. I held my breath as I felt his fingers touch my stiff nipple. I had to finally break our kiss because my breathing had become so deep that I was afraid of passing out. I felt Billy's hand leave my breast and he reached around behind me – obviously looking for the clasp to my bra. Unfortunately for him, the bra that I was wearing had a front clasp. Somehow, I managed to whisper hoarsely in his ear that the clasp was in front. Billy had a quizzical look on his face. Evidently he was unfamiliar with this sort of arrangement. Slowly, he came to his senses and looked down at the front of my bra to try and figure out this novel contraption. After a couple of decidedly awkward attempts, I reached in to help him. I felt the garment come loose and then I held my breath. All of the trepidation that I had over my rather meager breast size had me filled with dread. Billy's eyes were wide as he slowly peeled my bra aside and he saw them for the first time. "San, you are so beautiful," he said. My heart almost burst at that moment. I gave a small shrug as Billy slipped the strap from my shoulder on one side and then the other. I don't know if what Billy had said was the truth or not, but in that moment, he made me feel like I was beautiful and I loved him all the more for it. I only had a moment to enjoy the look of my boyfriend gazing down at my naked body with such a look of lust on his face. I wished that it would have lasted a little longer, but Billy leaned his head down and took my nipple between his lips. I closed my eyes and held him tenderly to me. As he bent his body down to mine his erection left its place where it had been nestled against my body. I missed the feel of it against my skin immediately. There was no time to dwell on this disappointment, however. This was because of how he was making me feel as he licked and sucked on my breast. It was the most beautiful feeling in the world! As he moved his lips from one breast to the other, Billy's hand began traveling up and down my side. It took a couple of trips until he let his hand linger at my hip. I was squirming beneath his attentions. My hips were thrusting as if with a mind of their own. Ever so slowly, Billy's hand crept along the line of my panties. I almost jumped clear off of the bed as his hand moved between my legs and touched my most intimate part. As his hand stroked my sex through the thin material of my panties, I became aware of just how wet I had become. I laugh to think about it now, but it was probably a good thing that I was so wet – It gave Billy an easy target to figure out exactly where to touch me! "Oh, Billy!" I moaned. Hearing my voice, Billy lifted himself by his elbow and looked down at me. He slowly scanned my face to make sure that I was alright with what he was doing to me. Meanwhile, his hand was continuing to tenderly caress me down below. With our eyes still locked to one another's, I felt him pull his hand away slightly and then slip it beneath the waistband of my panties. I remember being so nervous – the look on my face must have been one of a terrified little girl. Fortunately for me, that look wasn't enough to keep Billy from moving forward. His finger probed at me awkwardly. If I had time to think, I would have been happy that Billy had obviously never touched another girl in this way. I couldn't stand to see him struggle, so I reached my hand down and guided his finger to my clitoris. With one touch it was obvious to him that he had found the spot! My vision blurred as sparks shot through my brain. I don't know for sure if I made any sound as he touched me, but I'm sure it was a mix of a purr and an animalistic growl. Of course I had touched myself before, but this was far, far better. It wasn't long before I could feel an orgasm building inside me. I was torn. A part of me actually wanted him to stop before he sent me over the edge. There is no moment in the whole world where you are more vulnerable than the moment when you are having an orgasm. I wasn't sure if I was ready for intimacy at that level. Yet, I hesitated to stop him. In that moment of hesitation, all was lost. Before I was really aware of it happening, I started to cum! "Oh, God!" I cried. My body felt as if it had been touched by a live wire. I writhed around on the bed beneath him and cried out as spasm after spasm wracked my body. Billy leaned down quickly and fastened his lips to the soft flesh of my neck. I clutched him to me fiercely as my orgasm seemed to stretch out forever. Slowly, the world began to swim back into focus. Billy was still rubbing my clitoris, but I get way too sensitive there after climaxing. I quickly reached down to still his hand. Billy rose up over me immediately and asked, "Are you alright?" There was such tenderness in his voice that I was really touched. "Yes," I replied breathlessly, "I'm way better than 'alright'." We smiled at each other for a moment and then I felt Billy tugging at my panties. I lifted my hips and allowed him to strip away my last bit of clothing. I was now completely naked with a boy for the first time in my life and the moment was just perfect. Billy had sat all of the way up as he removed my panties. As he flopped back down on his back, I rolled onto my side and snuggled my head against his shoulder. He held me close in his arms as I managed to whisper, "That was amazing, Billy. Thank you so much." Billy kissed the top of my head and I heard him say, "San, I love you so much." No girl in the world could have been happier than I was at that moment. All of the fears that I had earlier had vanished as completely as our clothes had done. I wanted so much to give him at least some of the pleasure that he had just shown me. With my head on his chest, I looked down his body. His erection was still standing out proudly from his body. This was the first time that I really had a chance to look at it. When I had touched him through his pants the night before it had seemed that he was huge. Seeing it totally exposed now, I could see that my imagination had gotten the better of me. That is not to say that he was anything less than perfectly endowed, but it wasn't the monster that my mind had conjured up. I really wanted to reach down and touch it. However, my shyness kept me from doing so. Instead, I gently stroked the warm skin of his chest. All of those years of swimming had given Billy such broad shoulders. He really had the most gorgeous body of any boy I had ever known. I could feel his heart beating hard I could feel his chest rising and falling as he breathed deeply. I lifted my head from his shoulder and leaned down to kiss Billy's chest. As I did, I heard his sharp intake of air and was gratified that I had found something that made him feel good too. I moved my lips to his nipple and licked the tiny, hard nub. I was rewarded with a moan this time. I lifted my leg over his muscular thigh and attacked his nipple with my lips and tongue. As Billy's body squirmed beneath me, I took the opportunity to gaze down his naked body. My hand had drifted lower – to his nice, flat stomach. However, my attention was drawn to a sight a little ways past that of my hand. Billy's manhood bobbed and swayed as his body moved uncontrollably on the bed. I could see a bit of liquid gathered at the slit at the very end and knew that this must be his pre-cum. As if with a mind of its own, my hand had continued to drift southward. My fingers were now at the top of his pubic hair. Billy's hips were really rising and falling now. The poor boy must have been about ready to explode. Suddenly, Billy reached down and took hold of my hand. At first I thought he was going to take it away and I was really confused. Instead, he guided my small hand to his rock hard erection. I immediately wrapped my hand around the warm hard flesh as Billy moaned louder than ever. I removed my lips from where they had been feasting on Billy's nipple to turn my head and watch what my hand was doing below. I could feel the beast pulsing with life as if it were an angry animal disturbed from its sleep. I knew about handjobs in theory, but this was the first time that I had ever touched a boy in this way. I began to stroke its length, confident that I would be giving Billy so much pleasure. Instead, Billy's body stiffened and his hand shot down to mine in an instant. As he did, I heard him give a small cry of pain. Oh, my God! You've hurt him! Sandra, you are such an idiot! Billy stopped my hand and pushed it lower. Then he guided my hand to begin stroking him again. This time I had skin from the shaft moved upwards with the movement of my hand. I stroked it until the skin couldn't stretch any further and then lowered it back down again. "Yes..." I heard Billy moan. By this time I had recovered from my earlier embarrassment. I began to enjoy the thing that I was doing to Billy. Gauging from his reactions, I'd have to say that he was enjoying it even more than I was. "That feels so good, San," he whispered, "Like that." I was so happy that I was making him feel so good! I had never seen anything as erotic as the sight of my small hand stroking his hard erection. Without even realizing it, I had begun to grind my sex against Billy's thigh as I masturbated him. If this went on much longer, I knew that I would have another climax very quickly. However, Billy suddenly turned his body towards me – rolling me over onto my back. I had to change my grip on his shaft, but I never lost contact with it. I kept stroking its length as Billy looked down into my eyes and asked, "Are you sure that you want to do this?" All of the fears and anxieties that I had leading up to this big even had vanished. I was never so sure of anything in my life. "Yes, I'm sure," I replied. "I love you, Sandy," he said and I could really tell that he meant it. "I love you, too Billy," I echoed. With that, Billy lifted himself above me. I eagerly opened my legs to a boy for the first time. Our eyes never left each others as he settled over the top of me. Remembering the earlier trouble that he had finding the right spot, I kept my hand on his erection to guide him to the correct spot this time. Billy gave his first gentle push, but our aim was still off slightly. I tried not grimace at the pain that it caused. He hesitated before trying again. This gave me the opportunity to use the head to open my lips wider for him. I was so wet down there by now that he must have been able to tell that he had found his target at last. Billy gave another push and I felt the head of his erection move inside me. I gave a gasp and quickly reached for his hips to stop him from pushing further. "Slowly..." I whispered. Billy must have understood because he would only push a small way before stopping. Each time, he would withdraw the short distance he had already covered and then gently push into me again. It was painful, but Billy kept the pace slow and gentle. I was glad that I was so well lubricated down below. The whole time he kept whispering over and over into my ear, "I love you, San." A few thrusts later, he was almost half way inside me. This is when his patience must have worn out. On his next forward plunge, he pushed farther than I had expected. I gave a sharp cry of pain and my fingers tightened around his arms. As he withdrew and came forward again, I reached for his hips and pulled him all of the way inside me. I, too, wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. It was painful, but not as bad as I had imagined it would be. Then again, maybe it was painful, but at least I had something else to concentrate on – Billy's erection was now deep inside me. I was giving myself to the boy that I loved more than anything in the whole world. Once he was all of the way inside me, Billy brought his lips to mine and we kissed tenderly. When our kiss broke we found ourselves saying the same thing over and over – "I love you so much.,, I love you...I love you..." Billy started to withdraw once more. I again cautioned him to be gentle, and he was. His next stroke went all of the way inside more easily and was far less painful. There was no pausing now. As soon as he had thrust all of the way in, he was pulling out again. With each powerful stroke the pain ebbed further and further. We each started to moan incoherently as we made love for the first time. Whenever he withdrew, I instantly missed the feeling of him in me and anticipated his return. He began to gradually quicken his pace. I could tell from the look on his face and by the way his body was tensing that Billy was close to cumming. The feelings were building inside of me as well, but I wasn't struggling for control as badly as Billy was. Nothing could have mattered less to me at the moment, though. I concentrated on the sight of Billy's enjoyment and that was more than good enough for me. I felt Billy's arms tighten around me and he gave one last thrust inside me. With a loud groan, I felt his seed erupt inside me. This feeling of his essence pouring into me was enough to trigger my own orgasm. We ground our lower bodies against each others as our cries rang out in unison. The waves of pleasure seemed to go on and on forever. Finally we each started to return to earth. Billy was still buried to the hilt inside me as he looked down into my eyes and said over and over how much he loved me. I don't ever remember being more contented than I was at that very moment. It wasn't very smart of us not to have used any protection. I was well aware that a girl could become pregnant even if it was her very first time, but I wanted our first time to be something special. At that time I had no way of knowing what kind of chance I was taking. As it eventually turned out, the Fertility Gods would be very kind to me in the coming years. As we laid there in each others arms after having made love, there were so many thoughts and emotions going through my head. Guilt and love led the parade, but they were joined by my curiosity over whether Billy thought that I was any good and questions about how this would affect our relationship from this point on. It was an often repeated bit of advice among the girls that I hung out with in high school that as soon as you let a boy go all the way, he would lose interest in you. I'd be lying if I said that thought wasn't echoing in my head as he held me in his arms. I'm happy to say that bit of advice was not true in our case. Billy went on to be a wonderful boyfriend and later, a wonderful husband. The rest of the story may not have turned out as nice as the storybook beginning, but at least I can look back at those first years as being among the happiest times I would ever know. Before putting this story down in black and white, any time that Billy's name popped up in my head it was sure to trigger emotions of hurt and anger. Now, I feel like someone who has just stumbled across an old box of photographs and gets to relive some wonderful time in their life. It's nice to take back the possession of some truly wonderful memories once again. Oh, What a Night! This story started downtown, as it was a night that I was celebrating a friend's birthday by taking him and about a dozen of our friends down to the bars to get loaded and have some fun. My friend Danny was turning twenty-five and we wanted to make sure he had a great time. The first place we hit in an attempt to embarrass him just a bit was a strip club. I hadn't been to one in a while, since I was in a committed relationship, but this was a special occasion so we all made an exception. Once inside it was everything I had remembered; the dark setting, the barely dressed dancers and the bouncers who would break your arms if you tried to touch any of their girls. Nothing much had changed and I ordered a few beers and we took a seat to watch the young, hot ladies shake their tail. While we were watching the dancer on stage and slamming down a few long necks, one of the dancers casually strolled up to our table. "Hello boys." She started. "My name is Candi... is anyone looking for a private dance?" "No thanks." Danny replied, he was nervous being there enough as it was already. I could tell he wasn't in the mood to push his luck. "What about you?" Candi said as she leaned in. "You look like you could use a private dance." "I don't know." I honestly replied. Lap dances cost a lot in this part of the world and I was hoping to what I had on me for the bars. "Come on, Peter." David said, teasing me. "Live a little!" "Listen to your friend, Peter." Candi said as she leaned in closer. When she did that I got an amazing view of her very artificial, but beautiful breasts. They were magnificent and made for an enjoyable view Candi leaned over and began to whisper in my ear. "It's been a slow night. Give me three dances and I'll give you the best lap dance you've ever had." I could see that David was still edging me to take her up on her offer, probably because he wanted someone else besides himself to do it. "All right." I said as I stood up out of my chair. Candi seemed genuinely excited as she took me by the hand and walked me back to the back room where the dancers give their private lap dances. It was even darker in this room and there were loveseats all over the place. There were even a few corner booths that offer privacy in the form of a silk curtain. Candi led me to one of those special booths and closed the curtain behind her as I sat down on the love seat. Candi mounted my lap almost immediately and removed her teddy to let me oogle her amazing breasts. She took my hands and brought them up and placed them on her body. Normally when getting a lap dance, the rules was to keep our hand down by our sides and never touch the dancer. It was clear that Candi was going to let me touch her, and I went with the flow and smoothed my hand up her sides until I cupped her amazing boobs in my hands. Candi let out a soft moon. "Lick my nipples, Peter." I wasn't going to argue with her and I leaned up and slowly began to tease and circle her nipples with my tongue. Candi started to softly moan and buck her hips and dry hump me. It went from casual to hot and heavy pretty fast as she leaned forward and started to actually kiss me! I was stunned at first but then got right into it as I put my tongue in her mouth and started to return the favour. I even took the initiative and grabbed her ass with both hands. Candi let out a little squeak, but I think she liked it very much. I couldn't' believe what was going on myself, I was making out with a stripper! "You can touch my pussy," Candi softly whispered in my ear, "But you are not allowed to put your finger inside me." I was feeling very playful, so I leaned up and whispered back. "How many dances do I need to buy to do that?" Candi was shocked at first but smiled and thought about it for a second. She leaned over and kissed me again before giving me an answer. "Ten." That was over two hundred dollars. Thankfully I had hit the bank before hitting the town with the guys. I had well over five hundred dollars on me. It was more than enough to push my luck. I leaned over and whispered in her ear again. "How many if I wanted to put something much bigger than my finger in you?" Candi was again shocked that I had the balls to even ask. She paused for a moment and then whispered back. "Twenty and you have to pay up front." I took out my wallet and pulled out the cash needed to buy that many dances. Candi wasn't kidding when she said the night was slow if she was willing to do that much for a little extra cash. She was a very beautiful woman and I had recently been raking in some serious cash at work so it wasn't like I couldn't afford her. I handed her the money and watched her put it into her purse. Mere seconds later she was kissing me again, this time more passionately than the first and while I kissed her back, I could feel her hands on my body as she unbuttoned my shirt. Candi then started to lip my nipples and it felt nice. I then started to feel her hands on my trousers as she opened my belt and unzipped my fly. She reached underneath my boxers to find a nice surprise waiting down there for her. After all the playing we had already done, I was rock hard and ready to go. Candi looked back up with delight. "Hmmmmmm... it's so big and cut. I love a them cut." Before I could respond, Candi went down on me. I gasped with pleasure as her soft lips touched the head of my cock as her mouth slowly engulfed my erect penis. She then began to stroke my shaft with her soft lips, going up and down numerous times which was driving me wild with pleasure. There was a sudden interruption as one of the other dancers moved the curtain and saw what was going on. "Candi, what are you doing?" Candi stopped sucking me to respond. "This is my boyfriend, Peter." "It is?" the other dancer replied. "I didn't know you had a boyfriend." "We've been seeing each other for a few months." Candi replied. It was obvious that she was trying to avoid getting into trouble. Getting caught doing tricks for money would likely get her fired and me banned for life so I could see where this was going. "He's here with a few friends, to give us some business." "It's my friend's birthday." I added. "I thought it would be nice to come down and spend some money here to help you guys out." "I saw him here and I just got so horny." Candi admitted to her. "I couldn't control myself... I'm doing this on my break." "Oh well don't let me interrupt then." The other stripper replied as she closed the curtain and went back to work. Candi stood up and looked back at me. "Thanks for helping with that." she said as she began to remove her panties. "That was a close call." "I know." I said as I started to get up. "Where are you going?" Candi said as she pushed me back down on the couch. "I think my 'boyfriend' deserves a reward for having my back." Sitting there on the couch, my hard cock was pointing to the sky and I could tell what was going to happen next. Candi climbed back on top of me and lowered herself into my hard shaft. As the head of my cock started to split her lips, Candi let out a soft sigh as I slowly entered her. When I was all the way inside the lovely stripper, she leaned over and whispered, "My god, you are so thick... it feels so fucking good!" Candi slowly began to move up and down and ride my cock with a nice slow and subtle stroke. This was a lot safer than what we were doing earlier because from a distance this looked no difference than any other lap dance that was going on. The friction between our two skins was having a profound effect on Candi, as the juices were starting to flow out of her body. She began to pant and softly moan which let me know that she was starting to cum. "Oh god, Peter." Candi said to me as she kept riding. "I'm cumming!" "I am too." I said as I could feel the sensation crawling up from my balls into my shaft. "Is that all right." "Oh yes!" she said as she kept riding, panting more with each stroke. "Holy fuck!" I said as I could feel myself coming to a climax. My cock sprayed deep inside. Candi's canyon and she gave out a soft moan as she could feel the hot semen filling her up. "Dammit Peter, I can feel that. That feels so fucking good!" "That's what boyfriends are for." I said with a smile. I could tell Candi had really enjoyed herself as she sat there, kissing and fondling me a little more while letting my cock rest inside her until it softened out. A few moments later, someone called from outside the curtain and said Candi was due on state in less than five minutes. "I have to go back and get ready. Thank you so much for that." "Thank you." I said with a wide grin on myself. I haven't had a good fucking like that in a long, long time and was worth every penny I had just paid her. After one more tongue filled kiss, Candi disappeared behind through the curtain and was gone. I pulled my trousers back up and slowly walked back to the table where Danny and the guys were still having a great time. Danny looked up at me and smiled. He knew I had a good time, but likely no idea how much fun I had. "How was it bro?" "Mind blowing." I replied as I took a seat and waved to the waitress. "I'll take a double blackjack, please." Moments later, Candi was up on stage and I have to admit it was fun watching her dance because I knew just a short time ago I was inside her and fucking her brains out. I wondered if some of my semen was still leaking out of her while she danced on the poles. She even looked my way a few times and blew a kiss, most likely out of appreciation not only for my business but for not getting her into trouble with the other dancer. Everyone was having such a good time that we never bothered to hit any other bars and stayed at the strip club, getting trashed. When no one was looking, I snuck off to the ATM and withdrew some more cash, thankful that I had such a huge commission this week. When I returned to the bar just in time for last call, someone walked up and joined me there. "Hello." I said to the lovely lady as she sat down on the stool that was located next to me. I recognized her instantly as she was one of the other dancers on stage earlier in the night. "Hello." She said as she ordered a drink. "I hear your Candi's boyfriend." I still didn't want to get her into trouble so I played along. "I am." The dancer asked a few questions, nothing too hard. After a few innocent questions and some small talk, Candi walked and casually put her arm around my hip and gave me a kiss on the lips. "Hey handsome." "Hey beautiful." I said, trying to act all boyfriendish. "I'll be done in a few minutes." Candi replied. "Will you wait for me?" "Of course, babe." I quickly replied. Candi leaned over and gave me a small kiss on the cheek before walking backstage, likely to change into something more acceptable for heading home. Danny and the boys seemed too trashed to carry on. I called them a cab and watched as they all stumbled about and took off. They were so trashed I don't even think they noticed that I didn't go with them. When I got back to the bar, the dancer I was speaking with was still there. She was just as hot as Candi, but with blonde hair and looked rather hot in the small skimpy outfit she was wearing. "So what's your name?" "I'm Sugar." She answered. "But you can call me Stephanie. No point giving you my dancer name if you're serious with Gina." "Of course." I said with a smile. I was so happy she told me that as I had no idea what Candi's real name was up to that point. After she finished her drink, Stephanie also took off. Most of the dancers were gone and the bar was closing up. Most of the patrons had been ushered out by the bouncers but the barkeep said I was okay to stay as I was seeing one of the dancers and we were going home together. I couldn't believe how fast this lie was spreading. Likely Candi, or Gina that is, were gonna have to make up a story about us breaking up a few weeks from now and after that I'll have to stay away for a few weeks. This was the first time I was here in years so that likely wouldn't be a problem. I was a little tipsy myself, so it was nice to see Gina finally come back out looking rather good in jeans, a shirt and coat. "Time to go, Peter." She said casually. I did as I was told and followed her out of the bar and we hailed a cab together. The driver asked where she was going and before I could say anything Gina gave him an address and we were off. While he was driving down to what was likely her place. Gina started to nibble on my neck with soft kisses and she started to caress my inner thigh with her hand. "Thank you so much for putting up with all that crap. I could have gotten into some serious trouble with my boss if they knew the truth." "I was happy to help." I replied. Sensing what was going on made me even more happy that I took the initiative to help her out. Once we arrived at our stop, I paid the driver. Gina grabbed me by the hand and pulled me out through her side and we walked hand in hand for a few minutes until we reached her building. She opened the door and we rode the elevator up to the tenth floor, barely able to keep our hands off one another. Once inside, Gina and I could barely control ourselves as we started to rip each other's clothing off. I couldn't hardly believe this was happening. I was in the stripper's home and fucking her for the second time that night! Gina took my hand and led us to her bedroom, where a nice queen sized bed was waiting for us. She laid down on her back and spread her legs for me, giving out a small whine that begged me to do something to her. I decided to return the favour from earlier that night as I crawled onto the bed and went down on her, licking and sucking her pussy as well as I could. I could hear Gina moaning louder than before as she ran her hands through my hair. She then started to buck her hips and I could tell why as the juices started to flow out as she came in my face. I kept licking up all her juices, never stopping as she called out my name a few times while having a fierce orgasm. Without warning, I crawled on top of her and thrust my hard cock inside her and instantly went balls deep. Gina arched her back and let out a loud groan as I took her by force and started to pound the shit out of her already sopping wet hole. Taking Gina in missionary was a lot more fun that her riding me at the club as I could see her face a little better than I could in that dark bar, and seeing her squirm and rock with my thrusts was a huge turn on. I could tell she was having just as much fun as I was. Her pussy was getting so wet with cum that my cock was making a very loud slapping sound as I continued to fuck her brains out. Moments later, I filled her up with my seed for the second time that night. Spend and sweating like we had just worked out in the gym for the last two hours, Gina and I cuddled and kissed a little more before falling asleep in each other's arms. Even though we really were not seeing one another, spending the night with stripper was everything I thought it would be and then some. It was one of the most amazing nights of my life and little did I know it was only just the beginning.