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Ladies Club

By: jehoram



It all started when I got this call from a woman I'd known in college. We'd been an "item" for a year and parted amicably ... the sex life was great, but our goals were different, and mine involved a stint of military service that took me out of the area for about six years. Maria wanted to settle down right away and start having kids, and I wanted to see a bit of the world first.

After I'd returned and made contact with a few old school chums, I got a call from her. We chatted for a while to catch up, and then she told me about a club she'd belonged to for a while. As she described an upcoming meeting, my cock started to harden.

It was a sort of ladies' sex club, she said, but the meetings didn't always involve actual sex. Instead, it was sex play, where men and women would entertain each other, but actual intercourse wasn't necessarily on the program. There would be plenty of nudity and foreplay and "games" and such, though. If I had a clean bill of health (and I did), she'd let me in on the action. Was I interested?

Well, after six years in the Air Force, this sounded like heaven to me. I couldn't wait to see what the "games" were. We agreed to meet at her house, and we'd drive over together to where the festivities were. As she said goodbye, she said one more thing: don't cum between now and then. That left me wondering, but before I could ask why, she hung up the phone.

The next weekend, I drove to her apartment. She hadn't changed much in six years. She was a dark-haired, deep-bosomed lady with fair skin and deep brown eyes -- think a shorter, slightly stouter Marina Sirtis and you'd be close. She greeted me with the sort of kiss and hug that told me that she remembered the many weekends we'd spent in bed pleasuring each other. I felt my penis swell. She felt it, too, and smiled.

"That's what I remember about you, Joe," she said. "You're going to have a lot of fun today." She asked me if I wanted to wash up at her place, but I'd already showered (as had she, it turned out) so we climbed into her Miata and drove about twelve miles to an old country club. On the way over, she filled me in on what she'd been doing. Gotten married, tried to have a kid, but found she was sterile. That killed the marriage, since her ex wanted to be the biological father of their kids. (The fact that he re-married within six months of the divorce, to his administrative assistant in his law firm, and had a kid seven months after that, led her to conclude that the marriage had been shaky even without the calamity of no kids, and that this had been a way for him to get out of it gracefully.) I asked her if she had any regrets. "At first, a few," she said. "But he's happy now, and we don't have any hard feelings. And once I was out of it, I appreciated my freedom. And when some girls from the gym saw I wasn't dating anybody, they asked me to join this club."

I remembered the country club, having shot a few rounds of golf there and used their tennis courts when I was in high school. The club was now closed, its fairways returning to a wilder state, but the clubhouse itself was still rented out for special occasions from time to time.

"Now remember," she said as we walked into the foyer. "No overt fucking this time. You can expect to be fondled a lot and, if your partners are willing, you can fondle them right back. But you do what they tell you to do, and nothing else. Got it? I promise you that you won't be disappointed."

I nodded.

"And one more thing: you haven't cum in the last couple of days, right?"

"Right." 

"I want to commend you for not picking up any nasty diseases since we last saw each other. How did you do it?"

"Well, the Air Force isn't exactly a hotbed of sexual activity, so I didn't have many opportunities. I've slept with a few women since we broke up, but I never trusted them to have protection so I always used a condom."

"Wow. I'm glad you trusted me to be on the Pill, even though it turned out I wouldn't have needed it for keeping un-pregnant." She gave me a quick hug and a peck on the cheek and pointed me to a door marked "Men Enter Here," and then headed for another door marked "Women Enter Here." 

The room I entered was the men's dressing room and shower from the old country club. The lockers were still there, and another man was stripping off his clothes and laying them in an open locker. He was about my height, a little heavier than me, and thickly haired, with a thin cock about five inches long and balls that hung down like a bull's (yeah, we men notice these things). I gave him my name, and he said his name was Bret. As I took off my own clothes, he looked at my body approvingly. I'm one of those guys with a small but thick dick that's about three inches soft and six inches hard, and it was getting hard now. I hadn't been out of the service long enough to be out of shape, and still had some muscle definition. 

To my surprise, he started fondling his own dick until it started to swell and harden. He looked at me and smiled. "First time here?" 

I nodded.

"Well, the first thing you have to know is that when you walk out of this room, the ladies will be expecting you to have a hard-on. That's part of the fun. And I guess you've been told not to have any sex for a while, right?" 

"That's what Maria told me."

"Maria? Short, black hair, big tits, bald snatch?" 

"I guess so. I haven't seen her pussy in six years, and it wasn't shaved then." 

"If Maria invited you, you're a lucky guy. She's a fox. Don't worry; I'm no rival for your affections. This isn't a swinger's club, you know. And I guess you should know that my own wife is here, too. About five foot nothing, a hundred pounds, short blonde hair, butterfly tattoo under her belly button. She probably won't be around me much, though, with studs like you to hang out with." As he finished, his erection was at full staff, and he walked out another door into the main clubroom. I heard shouts of hello.

Well, I thought, here we go. I stroked my own penis and got it most of the way up, but was having trouble wrapping my mind around this new concept of sex play. I'd just have to trust Maria. I opened the door and walked through.

I couldn't have been more surprised. There were about twenty people there, equally divided between men and women of every body shape and color, and every one of them was naked. 

A statuesque woman with blonde curly hair on both her head and her pubes came up to me and hugged me. Her breasts, though not large, were firm, with large brown areolas and thick nipples that begged to be sucked. As she pressed the thatch of her crotch into mine, my cock came to full attention.

"I'm Denise," she said. I looked into the bluest eyes I had ever seen. "I'm the hostess tonight, and I get to decide the game, so let me tell you what's going on. 

"When I was in college, I read about a cum-shooting contest, where men compete to see who can shoot the farthest. I've always wanted to see one, and now I have the chance to do it. I'll assign you to a woman here who will keep you aroused for maximum sperm production. She'll also be wanking you when the time comes, controlling your trajectory and such. The contest will be in ninety minutes. Until then, she'll tease you and keep you hard and almost cumming. But you don't cum until the contest. Understand?"

"I guess so. Who's the unfortunate lady? Do I get to pick one?"

"No, they pick you. They draw lots, and choose you as they themselves are chosen by lot. You're the last one to arrive, so we're all here. Shall we start?" 

This last comment was not directed to me, but to the room. Amid a murmur of agreement, all the men lined up with their erections proudly jutting out before them, and all the women gathered around a tall, deep box filled with billiard balls. Each woman closed her eyes, thrust her hand into the box, and withdrew a ball. A small woman named Anne, whose description matched that of Bret's wife, drew ball number one. She went over to a tall thin fellow with a long thin cock. I didn't know his name, but found myself mentally referring to him as the Twink. An older woman with breasts that hung low (and slightly unevenly) showed ball number two. Her hair was ash blonde, and she had the little pooch on her belly that showed that she'd had a kid or two, but aside from that, her figure was voluptuous, and she had an air about her that told me that she was no stranger to sex and games. After coolly assessing the situation, she chose me. "You're new here, and I'm always looking for potential," she said with a smile.

The choosing continued, with Maria (whose pussy was indeed shaved bald, instead of the profuse mat I had known) taking a short burly fellow, and an Asian woman with dark brown nipples on firm small breasts taking Bret. A voluptuous Black woman with full, black-nippled breasts and orange-painted toenails was next; she took a gaunt, well-muscled man with a gray beard and a ring adorning his thick cock. After the remaining people had been paired, we went off to separate parts of the room. My consort, whose name was Helen, sat me on a couch and proceeded to suck on my cock. 

She definitely knew what she was doing, running her tongue up and down its length and flicking the crown, teasing my balls with her fingers. As she blew me, she let her breasts hang down and sway, the tips of her nipples brushing my knees. Did Maria tell her that this was my favorite view of a woman's tits, and was guaranteed to drive me to distraction? Occasionally she would stop sucking me and, sliding up my supine body, brush her cunt hair across my cock.

"Tell me when you think you're about to cum, so I can stop," she said. "You've got to save your jism for the contest." Of course, I didn't want her to stop at all, but I also didn't want to disappoint her, so when I felt the familiar tightness that signals the "start of what can't be stopped" I lifted her hips upward to move her cunt from my cock. 

"Let's rest for a bit, and let me see if you can dish it out as well as take it." She slid her body even farther up, dangling her breasts in my face and letting me lick those beautiful nipples of hers. I paid attention to one, then the other. I moved my hand to her pussy but found hers already there, so instead I used both hands to stroke her ass. Within minutes, I felt her shudder, and her breasts suddenly became sweaty and flushed. I sucked harder, drawing as much of her left breast into her mouth as I could, and felt the nipple tickle the back of my throat. That set her off for good. She cried out and fell against me as her arms lost strength.

At last her eyes opened, giving me a newly appreciative stare. "Well, that was worth the candle," she said. "I'm tempted to take you home with me, but I doubt my husband would understand."

With that, she again stroked my dick until I was almost at the point of cumming, but she knew exactly when to stop. As she was doing that, I rubbed my finger along her cunt, wet from her climax, and painted her nipples with her cum. "Could use a little flavor," I explained. 

She laughed. "If you like the taste of that, why not take it from the source?" I took that as an invitation and, as she lay back on the couch with her legs spread wide, I ran my tongue along her labia, teasing them by going almost up to her clit, then back down again, plunging my tongue into her vagina, then repeating the process. "Hey," she whimpered. "I'm supposed to be teasing you! 

"But don't stop! We've got five more minutes before the contest, and I need to cum again!" With that, I increased the tempo and started licking at her clit. Then I took it into my mouth and, flicking the tip with the tip of my tongue, sucked it like a cock. She shuddered violently and screamed, momentarily startling the rest of the people until they realized that it was passion, not pain, that provoked the outburst. I could feel a new spate of juice dribbling down my chin.

I looked up. A chuckle went around the room, and everybody was smiling at us. In particular, Maria winked at me and buried her left index finger into her pussy. Was that a promissory for later on? Then she went back to licking the cock of her burly partner, letting her tits drag on his chest as he kissed the inside of her thigh. 

Denise broke the silence by clapping her hands together in summons. "Well, let's start the festivities. I've always known that competition gets the testosterone flowing in the men, so I expect some good performances tonight. Clyde here will start drawing balls from the box again. Ladies, when your number is called, it will be your turn. You've got a minute to get your partner to cum, but I don't think that this will be a problem!" With that, she sat down on overstuffed chair, spread her legs, and leaned back so that her labia and tits were exposed as much as possible. Clyde, her own partner that night, was the only guy in the room with a soft cock, because Denise had just masturbated him to orgasm. ("Otherwise," she said later, "he could never have concentrated at all.") He now pulled a heavy sawhorse over to a place about five feet in front of her chair; this was a rail for the men to lean against.

Clyde drew a ball from the box and called out a number, and the Black woman came forward with her consort. She positioned him at the sawhorse, stood behind him, and grasped his erection. As the crowd cheered, she stroked his penis for what seemed like less than ten seconds before it erupted with a stream of cum that arced through the air and landed on Denise's left thigh. As the crowd clapped, Clyde uncapped a red Sharpie and put a mark on the uppermost border of the sperm.

"That's certainly setting the bar high!" Clyde said. "Something to shoot for, guys!" He then reached into the box, pulled out another ball, and read off its number.

The next couple came forward when their number was called. It was the Asian woman and Bret. Like the first couple, Bret didn't take long to cum. His penis spit out a first stream, which fell short of Denise's feet, but the second one reached to her right hip, and the third one landed on her left knee. Clyde marked the second "hit" but left the third one on, adding to the erotic effect.

The rest of the crowd took their turns. Two more contestants didn't quite reach their target, but most of them landed somewhere around her belly and thighs. One landed directly on her pussy, to the delight of the crowd. I could smell sex all around me, both from the cum and from the ten aroused women in the room. As each man shot his load, his partner dropped to her knees and sucked him to softness.

When our turn came, we were the third from last. Maria had just jacked off her partner, whose cum went high but wide, landing to the right of the chair. "Sorry, dear," she told him. "I just got too excited, and I couldn't hold it steady." 

Then it was my turn. Helen had kept me just on the edge while the others took their turns, and I was a hair-trigger from ejaculation when I came up to the rail. Denise slouched in the chair before me, her body spattered with cum; she lifted her breasts as if in invitation and smiled at me. Helen stood behind me, her tits pressed hard on my back, and took my rock-hard cock in her right hand reaching from underneath, tickled my balls with her left. Two strokes were all it took to get me spurting my load high into the air. As my cock spasmed, she suddenly squeezed it hard, adding to the pressure. Her timing was perfect, and to my amazement I saw my sperm fly across the space and land just above Denise's right nipple. The crowd clapped loudly as my knees buckled with the force of my orgasm. 

"And ...Joe, right? Joe's taken the lead," Clyde sang out. "He's the one to beat now. Can you do it, gentlemen?"

I felt Helen's lips take my cock, sucking it dry. Almost two hours of near-ejaculation had taken everything out of me, and my penis was as limp as a rag. I left the rail and gave Helen a big hug, pressing her tits into my chest, and kissed her neck. 

The fellow after me tried gamely to match me, but his jism landed just north of Denise's kneecap. I thought I had it in the bag, and wondered what first prize was, and whether Helen or I would get it. 

The last couple was Anne and the Twink. She took her position behind him, her small firm breasts barely above the small of his back. I thought I saw the middle finger of her right hand disappear into his ass as her left hand grasped his cock. Her hand, small like a child's hand, milked the cock expertly. He groaned as he released. Out shot his sperm, flying high into the air. The crowd gasped. His spunk had hit Denise right on the left cheek. There was a round of applause as he and Anne hugged each other and then the rest of us in turn. As Anne pressed her apple-size tits against me, she pulled my head down and gave me a deep French kiss that had my cock starting to swell again, to my surprise. "Welcome to the club!" she whispered. 

"I proclaim Anne and Dean the winner," Clyde announced. "Come on up and give Denise a hug." Denise stood up and spread the accumulated cum all over her body until she had a light layer of it all over her face, legs, and torso. She then hugged each member of the winning couple, making sure to rub her body vigorously against theirs to transfer as much of the cum as she could to them. With that, the party was over, and we all trooped off to our respective showers. The other men shook my hands, introduced themselves to me, and hoped they would see me again. As we were saying our goodbyes, a few of them gave each other hugs that were more than fraternal and kissed each other on the mouth. It hadn't occurred to me that any of them would be bisexual, but why not? And in the context of the sexual adventure I'd just experienced, it seemed just another part of the fun. I was sure that the same thing was going on over on the ladies' side.

*****

Maria, freshly showered and glowing with excitement, picked me up in front of the clubhouse. As we climbed into her Miata, I peppered her with questions about the club.

"So all the men get off, but the women don't," I remarked. "What do you girls get out of it?" 

"Well, some of us got off. I know Helen did. In fact, everybody knew. When I heard her scream, that's when I knew you'd fit in. As for me, I was finger-fucking myself like crazy as I kept Sam hard. 

"But the real benefit for us is afterwards," she continued. "She got you off, but I know that your next boner is going to last for a while, and that one's for me. I'm going to take you home and fuck you silly."

I was astonished at the change in her. Marie had always been a willing partner to sex before, but this was an aggressiveness I'd never seen before, and I liked it.

"Do you fuck all the other people in the club, too?" I asked.

"Sometimes, but only at the club, as part of the games. Whoever the hostess is that month gets to choose what we do. Some ladies like to take it to the limit, others don't. The only rule is that when we meet at the club, the partners we come with are the only ones we don't screw. We figure that we get enough of them at home. 

"So you may get your chance with Helen, or with Denise, or with April, or with Anne, or with anybody. Except me. And you'll have to be cool with my screwing Bret or Dean or Clyde."

"I think I can do that."

"My last lover couldn't. I brought him here a couple of times, but he couldn't handle the competition. He got jealous, and told me to choose either him or the club. It was a shame, too. He was a pretty good fuck when he put his mind to it."

She was quiet a minute. Then she said, "After my marriage, I was through with trying to be what other people wanted me to be. I just want to be myself, and to explore what my limits are. The club is good for that. I'm doing stuff I'd never do on my own. When we girls decide on what games to play, we sound out each other's feelings and we try to stay inside each other's comfort zones. And we're always in charge. If you can handle that, Joe, I'll keep inviting you to play with us. Just play by our rules. And now, my dear, we're home."


Ladies' Club



"Go ahead, I don't mind, really." she swore. "It'll just go to waste, otherwise."

We had sat through a three hour Timeshare sales pitch on a rainy day in the Poconos, and our reward was a three day cruise from Ft. Lauderdale to Bermuda. The catch was it had to be used immediately or you lost it.

Laura and I had gone away to try to rekindle what we lost over time. It hadn't worked and we both knew the relationship was winding down. Two years of dating had run its course.

"Well," I replied, "Half of it is yours."

"Not really, since you paid for the Poconos, anyway."

So, on a Monday, when most people are getting off, I was boarding the ship. It was older than the Super-Cruisers, but still held about 800 passengers. The cabin was interior, meaning no windows or portholes. And small. The bed was the entire room except a tiny shower and toilet. But it was free, along with meals. Drinks and shore excursions, naturally, were not.

As I unpacked, I heard a bang on my door. When I opened it, a woman practically fell into my arms, with a loud, "Oooh!"

I steadied her as her lady friend jumped in concern. "Maddie! Are you alright?"

The woman in my arms righted herself, heaving the heavy suitcase that she was maneuvering to one side. "Oh! Oh! I'm so sorry!" she said to me, as she spun to face me, eyes wide with excitement.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes, thank you! These halls are so small! And the bags!"

They had been trying to lift their bags over the threshold, into their cabin. "Here, let me help you," I offered, lifting them and placing them on each of he two beds so they could unpack them. Their cabin was small too, but bigger than mine, with a balcony.

They couldn't thank me enough, yammering away about bringing so much clothing. They were both in their sixties, but not looking anything like Grandmas used to look. Both had stylish hair, colored, obviously, and their attire was current and trendy, bright colors and flashy jewelry. At a glance, each could pass for fifty, I thought.

The one called Maddie was particularly attractive. Bright blue eyes so alive, a perpetual smile showing ultra-white teeth, Blond hair in a short style with curls on the sides, like a flapper. Someone who had been considered cute in her day.

They thanked me profusely, and introduced themselves. Her friend was Sarry, like Sara with a Y. 

"So, Mike, you're traveling alone?" Sarry asked. Maddie jabbed her and said I was too young for her. "Oh? But you're not? Ha!"

They were on the cruise with four other women from their club. Sarry invited me to join them for drinks later, but Maddie said, "He didn't come on her to hang with six old biddies, did you, Mikey?"

I said I was sure to see them somewhere since the ship was rather small. Maddie made a point of smiling and winking as she closed her cabin door and said, "Bye, Honey, thanks again!"

Sure enough, they were two tables away at dinner, and all six made a point of waving at me. I felt self-conscious, like I was back in grammar school.

Being forty myself, I still thought of younger women, in their twenties and thirties, so the mature ladies were like walking into your Mom's card game, and all her girlfriends smiling and flirting with you. Very disconcerting.

Later, at the bar, Maddie stopped by to say hi and invite me to join them. I passed, thanks a lot. But there was something about her that intrigued me, the smile, the eyes, the winks, the whole package, even though she was at least twenty years older.

Then I realized what it was: As a twenty year old in the service, I had met an older woman, a ripe old babe of Forty, who wound up being my Commanding officer's wife. She had a reputation of flirting with the enlisted men, and she selected me as a victim. A special detail and a wild afternoon in her pool still brought back an erection.

The next day on the pier, I had signed up for a bus tour. All six of the Ladies Club had signed up, too, without my knowledge. After a head count, the staff realized they had over-sold the trip by two. 

At six-two and 225, I wasn't looking forward to cramming into a bus seat for three hours in this heat, so I volunteered to stay on board the ship. Staff promised me perks for my trouble. The whole cruise was a perk.

There were murmurs, then I heard, "Me too!" Maddie was moving out of the crowd. "I've seen it before anyway. I'll see you girls at dinner!"

The other ladies were smirking and giggling like school girls and she said, "Some one's got to keep Mikey company, right?" and she winked as she took my arm, and I felt myself blushing again.

She wore a yellow floral wrap around her waist, covering a swimsuit, and a Peasant blouse, containing her ample chest, sandals, shades, and a big floppy white hat. She held my arm tightly as the bus pulled away and she waved at her friends with a big smile. After it left, she turned to me. "So, Honey, what are your plans?"

"I don't really have one. I just figured I was too big for those seats."

"Yeah, you're right, and besides, did you see that bus driver? He was sweating like a pig! I bet it doesn't even have air-conditioning! Let them suffer, if they want! And it'll be fun knowing they're busy speculating on you and me! But don't worry, I won't make anything up, I'll just deny what they come up with!"

"So I'm not the reason you stayed?"

She reached up and patted my cheek, with a smile. "Mikey, you're so sweet! But, I'm a realist who enjoys flirting. I'm probably the same age as your mother."

I grinned. "Maddie, if you are, then age is the only thing you two have in common! My mom dresses in house coats and frumpy dresses. You act thirty years younger than her, and look it, too."

She squeezed my arm to her breast. "Honey, if you keep talking like that, I'm gonna start acting like I'm thirty years younger, and drag you upstairs to my lair."

I felt her warmth through her tit onto my bare arm, and I was instantly hard. "I have to warn you about flirting, it's been a while for me, if you know what I mean."

We stopped and she faced me. "Really? Why? You're still young, handsome, Big! Like a big Teddy Bear!"

I smiled. "Thanks, I think. I was in a relationship, but we haven't, you know, been close for a while."

The smile changed from playful to the all-knowing Madonna grin, as if she understood. "Well, it's like riding a bike. If you like, I'll hold you tight so you don't fall."

People were moving around us, but it was as if we were alone. I looked down into those blue eyes, and felt her move into me, her breasts against my belly. "Promise?" is all I said.

"Hmm, yeah, I promise." With that, she rose on her toes and our lips met in a brief electrically charged kiss. We paused, inches from each other, and she whispered, "You don't have Mommy issues, do you?"

I shook my head and said, "No, Maddie issues."

She just smiled and said, "Hmmmm." She settled back on her feet and we walked to the gangway, with her on my arm.

We rode the elevator in silence, each of us curious and determined. I opened my cabin door, and she stepped in, with little room to do more than turn to face me. The door slammed behind me, and we were chest to chest again.

She calmly slid her arms around my neck and our lips mashed together and her tongue wasted no time finding mine.

We spoke little if at all, slowly touching, my hands sliding under the peasant top, feeling her tit through the swimsuit first as our kisses grew in strength. Her hands came down and worked my shirt buttons like a magician. the shirt was open and she bent and bit my nipples.

I lifted her top off and kissed her neck as I slid the strap off her shoulder, exposing bare freckled flesh. My hand lowered the top and I found her nipples too. She moaned loudly when I tweaked them, and then again when I bent to nip and suck on them. There was sag, but not what you would expect from a woman her age. I wondered if she had augmentation. They were quite impressive.

Her hand was rubbing my hard on through my shorts and it felt so good. Our passion was growing, the fire burning brightly. She jerked at it, and I had to back away so I wouldn't come too soon, using the opportunity to unwrap the shift and lower her swimsuit off.

She was fumbling with my belt as we kissed and my hand went to her mound which was trimmed for swimwear into a tight bun. She spread as she stood and I slowly ran my finger over the smooth wet softness of her pussy, then slowly inserting as she wiggled in my hand.

The kisses became sloppy, and we didn't care. I gave her an assist with my shorts and she stared greedily as I lowered them. In an instant, she was on the bed, kneeling, bending over to suck my cock. She slobbered over it, her mouth a wet oven. I held her head as she sucked. Maddie was no prude! This woman loved cock!

After a moment, I had to push her off, and she gazed in dismay, as if she had done something wrong, but didn't know what. 

I pulled her to me, and we kissed as I laid her back on the bed, and knelt between her legs, spreading them for my onslaught. I stared at the glistening juices that seemed to ooze from her, then bent to kiss her clit, sucking at it while she groaned and squirmed. She held me in place as if to force me in, and I hungrily lapped at her and she rocked and moaned, making guttural sounds, louder, until she grunted and humped her hips, and I tasted a tartness, rich and thick. She had orgasmed, she would tell me later.

Now, she pulled me by the head, until I was over her, and she reached down for my cock and tugged it down into her well-lubed pussy. I slid in easily, and then I felt her muscles contract, clenching my cock in place.

She sucked at my tongue while we began the dance. The taste of her juices had to be poignant, but she seemed to love it. My cock slid easily, deeply, and she grunted as I slammed into her, our skin slapping to the rhythm. 

I grunted and called, "I'm coming!" and she replied, "Yes, Baby, fill me, Fill, Me, Up!"      It was long and hot when I let go, and we both kept humping until our energy was gone and we fell together.

Three hours and two more orgasms later, Maddie went across the hall to her room, promising not to burden me with her presence. If I wanted her companionship, she was more than ready, too. We kissed at the door just as Sarry turned the corner. Maddie smiled and whispered, "The girls are gonna be talkative tonight!"

"Remember to tell them all how well-endowed I am."

"Don't worry, Sweetie, they were curious before they got on the bus. And I'm not the jealous type. You're welcome to bed any one of them. Or two, if you choose!"

"Hmm, The minute you fell into my arms, I knew you were my kind of girl!"



Ladies Club Ch. 02



"Okay, you've gotta tell me more," I begged Maria.

"No," she said. "I'm still working out the details in my head. But you'll like it."

I had just come from a sex party with Maria, where I had had the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life. But not with her, I might add. Instead, it was administered by hand from a vixen named Helen, and it resulted in me shooting my sperm onto the bosom of a goddess named Denise. It's a long story. But you can bet that the experience left me dying for more of the same.

Just the thought of it gave me my third hard-on of the day, which Maria eagerly welcomed into her pussy. We had been lovers some years ago, and today was our reunion, in more ways than one. Gone was the nubile but inexperienced teenager I had known, and in her place was a mature woman with an entirely open mind about sex, a self-confident woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to ask for it. At last, she was perfectly at home in her body, and she credited the Ladies Club for that.

The Ladies Club consisted of about a dozen women who got together for sexual games. They brought their husbands, lovers, and boy toys with them, but it was entirely the women's show. They set the agenda and the men operated within their bounds. The women got to show off their bodies and play with a variety of cocks. And Maria had learned a lot about that; now she was bringing me to the point of orgasm and backing me off, again and again, as she enjoyed a thunderous orgasm of her own. This time, she liked to be on top, where she could drag her full breasts along my chest, raking my small nipples with her own large, dark ones. I loved to watch her breasts sway as they hung down from her chest. When she felt I was ready to cum, she'd rise up, her pussy releasing my penis, and thrust her nipples into my mouth. I could taste the salt of her sweat as it rolled down her tit onto her nipple. Then she'd take my dick and guide it back into her vagina for another round of excitation. A half an hour of this was all I could take before I was begging for release. She laughed, hugged me hard, and sat up, bouncing up and down on my lap, her cunt gripping my dick, her breasts bouncing up and down. When I growled to signal my climax, she came down hard on my dick, thrusting it into her depths as she bent backward, her hard nipples now pointing skyward, her long black hair sweeping my knees. The sight of her sweat-covered, flushed tits heaving with her gasps of ecstasy sent me over the edge, and I shot a load of sperm I didn't even know I still had into her. 

I spent the night at her place, and we made long, slow love in the morning on her cum-soaked bed. Then we showered together, and I went back to my own apartment, my senses still jangling with the sound of her voice and the smell of her cunt. I thought that I was a fool to let her slip away before, and vowed not to let it happen again.

Within a month, I rented a house and asked her to move in with me. She said that she didn't want to co-habit with somebody she didn't feel she had a future with, and she still wanted kids even though she was sterile. When I told her that I wanted to share my life with her, and that she could adopt all the kids she wanted, she agreed to move in. She also made it clear that she didn't want to give up the Ladies Club, and that I'd have to share her pussy with other men from time to time. Having seen what a change the Club had made in her, I readily assented, and she moved in that weekend. As it happened, the following Saturday was the next meeting of the Ladies Club, and she was the hostess and "Mistress of the Games."

Again we drove out to the clubhouse of a now-defunct country club, where I found myself once more in the company of two dozen men and women of all ages, races, and body types, all naked and ready for sex play. Most of the people remembered me from the last time and welcomed me into their midst with hugs and kisses ... even some of the men. I didn't mind; in fact, it seemed to heighten the sexual energy that was buzzing around the room.

Maria at last went to the dais and cleared her voice. "Okay, ladies and gentlemen. Let's get started. Tonight's game is 'Guess the Cock.' It's just the reverse of the 'Guess the Cunt' game we played a few months ago. Are all the guys hard now? Good! We've put all the couches in a circle, so ladies, take the seat with your name on it, two to a couch, get yourselves wet, and spread your legs. Guys line up facing the partner you came with, and then move one girl to the right, and we'll start. I've got a timer on this laptop that is set to ring every half minute. You'll get maybe twenty seconds with each woman, and then move to the next woman in the row. Girls, that should give you enough time to feel every man's cock in you for a few seconds. Your job is to be able to identify it by touch and thrust alone when the actual game starts later on. Ladies, you can cum whenever you like, but you've still got to pay attention. Guys, if you cum, you're obviously out of the game. 

"Everybody clear? Then let's go." And then she took her own place at the end of the row of couches and spread her legs, exposing the shaved cunt I loved so well, and smiled at me as I took up my place opposite her. Like all the other couples, we didn't touch each other; Maria felt that every girl there ought to know what her partner's cock felt like. 

The bell chimed, and we guys moved one girl to the right. I found myself facing a voluptuous black woman with heavy breasts and an earth-goddess figure. My cock slid into her cunt easily, as she was already wet; the girls had been masturbating during Maria's introduction, as had the men to bring their penises to full hardness. I got in about ten strokes before the bell chimed again, and I moved to my right. And there was Anne, Bret's wife. Small and blonde, with apple-sized breasts and a butterfly tattoo under her navel. She had an impressively tight cunt, into which I put another dozen strokes or so in the time we had, as she memorized my dick's length, girth, and tempo.

And so we went, around the room. A lithe Latina with breasts that hung limp and low on her chest, and older white woman with gray pubic hair, an Asian woman with small tits and dark brown nipples whom I remembered from before. There was Helen, the ash-blond forty-something who had been my partner in last month's games and said only "I'm glad you're back. Gimme some cock." The last one was Denise, the statuesque goddess with the curly strawberry blond hair and muff, now matted with pussy juice. As I went around the circle, I marveled at the differences in cunts ... some tight, some loose, some hairy, some bald, some with puffy labia, some gripping my cock with considerable force. I found myself wondering how I would have fared in that "Guess the Cunt" game Maria had talked about. I also found myself wondering if I could last out the double circuit without cumming. So far, all was well. As I got back to Maria, I noticed that her pussy was streaked with her juice, her chest was flushed, and her large nipples were rock hard on her heavy breasts. "Have you already cum?" I asked. "What do you think?" she replied coyly. Then she got up, gave my dick a squeeze, and addressed the crowd.

"Okay, folks," Maria said. "Now that we've made our introductions..." The crowd laughed. "...we come to the hard part. I'm passing out some slate boards and some chalk, and some blindfolds. Each guy gets a chalkboard. Write your names at the top. You'll notice that every woman's name is listed on the chalkboard, in the order in which they're sitting. There's a space at the top of each chalkboard where I want you men to write your names. The women will please put on the blindfolds ... guys, help them with this. Then the boys will draw a billiard ball from the box here and line up like you did before, but in the order of the numbers. You'll fuck the woman in front of you as much as you can in the time allotted. Then the girl will tell you who she thinks you are, and you'll write down that name next to hers. Then we move on. Again, if a guy cums, he's disqualified. Everybody clear on that? Good. Now let's put our blindfolds on, girls."

Within a minute, all the women were blindfolded and giggling as they sat back on their couches, fondling their pussies. The guys each drew a pool ball from a deep, tall box. We sorted out our sequence, with Number One (who happened to be Bret) facing Maria and the rest of us arrayed in ascending order to our right. I was Number Six, and found myself facing Helen, who was smiling at me blankly while spreading the folds of her pussy lips. Following Maria's instructions, Bret started the timer on the laptop next to Maria and buried his six-inch rod into her cunt, and off we went. 

I managed to give Helen a dozen strokes before she called out a name. "Clyde!" she said, and I chuckled as I wrote his name next to hers just as the bell chimed. Then I was in the next woman's pussy, doing the same thing to a trim Black woman. After only a half dozen strokes, she yelled out "Joe!" I was amazed as I wrote my own name down; this woman evidently knew her cocks.

And so we men progressed down the line. Anne also guessed right, as did Denise. The rest were all over the place. Even Maria, who I figured should have known by now what my cock felt like, mistook me for Bret. I finished with Lan, the young Asian woman next to Helen, who also thought I was Bret. 

"Oh, man," Maria said. "I've had so much cock now I can't even feel 'em anymore. Are we completely around the circle now? I think I've lost count."

"We're done," said Tony, a hairy guy with a wrestler's build and a short thick dick who was right next to me at Number Seven. "We just finished up." The he went back to fucking Helen.

"Then girls, take off the masks and see whose dick is inside you now. And finish them off, because I bet these guys are in misery about now."

Lan laughed and removed her mask, and smiled at me. "You're not Bret! I could have sworn! Well, I bet you can cum as hard as he can!"

"We have a problem," Bret said. "I'm paired with Anne!" 

"I knew it!" Anne crowed. "Didn't I just say 'Bret'?"

"Well, Anne," Maria replied. "Do you want to fuck your husband, or would you prefer another cock?"

"I get enough of Bret's sperm already," Anne laughed. "Give me somebody else!"

"OK, then," Maria said. "Trade with me." And her partner Dean, a tall man with a long thin prick, pulled out of her and switched places with Bret. "Hurry up," Lan told me as we started fucking again. "I'm so close, I've gotta cum." I increased my tempo and she started to climax, her dark nipples hard on her chest as I reached for her tits. I felt powerful muscles clenching my cock. That sent me over the edge, and my cock spit an hour's worth of pent-up jism into her vagina. I groaned and she gave a shriek, but you could barely hear it over the cacophony of two dozen people coming almost simultaneously. The smell of sex and sweat in the room was overpowering.

I heard Maria's voice next. "OK, guys, clean up that mess you made and we'll get to the tallying." I wondered briefly what she meant, but then I saw every other man pull out of his consort and begin lapping at her pussy, drinking his sperm as it oozed out of her cunt. I did the same, lapping at Lan's pussy and clit, which was as hard as her nipples. She came again, as did many of the ladies, noisily signaling their delight. Helen caught Lan's arm and whispered into her ear. "You got lucky. Isn't he a great cunt-licker? I got him last time." 

Maria murmured to her partner, "Dean, be a dear and collect the chalkboards." Wiping their combined juices from his mouth, he got up and retrieved the chalkboards. Maria took each one and entered the data into her laptop. 

"We've got a winner. It's Eunice, who got seven right." The trim Black woman got up and took a bow. "To tell you the truth, I was guessing half the time," she said. "After dick number seven or so, they all started to feel alike."

"Anne got six right, I got four right, and ...Dora, you didn't get anybody right!" As the woman with the gray muff blushed, we all laughed at her embarrassment. "I guess my cunt hasn't had the experience that yours has, girls. I'll try to do better next time."

"Now for the guys. Dean, you've got the most distinctive prick in the bunch ... nine women guessed you correctly. It must be that length. Bret, you came in second. You also had the most number of wrong guesses. Was that wishful thinking, girls?" Bret blushed as he fondled his now limp cock. "Clyde was third, and Joe was fourth. I bet his numbers will go up when we girls get better acquainted with that tool of his.

"Well, that's it. I had a good time, and hope you did, too. Thanks for coming, and thanks for cumming." With that, she got up and hugged each of us, caressing each cock and pussy as she did so. Each sex went into its separate shower room ... strange, since we were sharing our bodies so intimately just a few seconds ago. I made a remark about that to Clyde, as he showered at the nozzle next to mine. "I think that it's because if we all showered together, we'd never get out of here at all. In fact, it looks like Tony and Bret can't wait." I looked over to see them sharing a single showerhead, stroking each other's erections. I noticed that many of the other men were getting hard again, in expectation of some more hot sex when they got home, and my own cock was beginning to swell.

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Maria met me outside, her hair still wet from her shower. We drove home and immediately shed our clothes. Her hand immediately went to her pussy, and without a shred of self-consciousness, she started masturbating as I slipped off my undershorts. I slipped behind her and lifted and kneaded her breasts as I slipped my hardening dick between her ass cheeks. 

"So you thought my cock was Bret's," I teased. 

"Actually, I thought your cock was Bret's, and that Bret's cock was yours. They're about the same size, and your stroking action is pretty much the same, too. The only real difference is that his balls hang lower, and I couldn't see them, of course. Why do you ask? Are you jealous?"

"Hell, no. It's just a game, anyway. And I'm glad that it wasn't me that had to do the guessing. I think I could pick out Anne's pussy, because she's so small and tight. But, my dear, I'm not sure I could even pick out yours, which is my favorite in all the world."

"Like you said, it's just a game. Let's lie down on the couch and get comfortable. I think I need being teased a while. You have no idea how sore my pussy is. You guys were pumping like there was no tomorrow."

"On behalf of the entire male sex, I apologize." And with that, we lay down on our couch, her back to my front, and I played with her breasts, which had had too little attention paid to them that day. I took some baby oil and massaged them until they were silky to the touch and her nipples were hard and high, and pushed them together and then let them fall flatly down the side of her ribs. 

As we played, I asked her a question. "I was thinking of something today. Remember how you used to rag on me when you caught me reading Penthouse or Hustler? You would get on my case about how I was objectifying women, thinking of them as just sex objects ...'twats and tits' is how you put it ... instead of human beings. But weren't you doing the same thing with us guys today? I felt like my cock was the only thing you girls appreciated, because that's all you could sense about us. You couldn't see us or hear us, so all you could know about us was what our cocks felt like in your cunts."

"Well, what's good for the goose..." she said. "Women don't usually get to objectify men like men do women. OOh. What you were doing with my nipple just now, do that some more. Yeah. What was I saying? Oh yes. When we were playing 'Guess the Cunt' a few months ago, I found myself thinking the same thing you were. But the difference wasn't just that it was men being objectified instead of women. It was that we were learning about our cunts and the power we had over men because of them. And I was learning about penises, too. How they're all different, how I can take and give pleasure with each of them. I have more knowledge about my own body now, and that gives me more control, and more control makes me happier and more secure.

"Which reminds me. I'm still too sore to fuck, but I know I don't need to do that to give you pleasure. Right now, I want breast stimulation, so I'm going to take control of that. Lay down on your back." So I did. She bent over me, took the bottle of baby oil, and anointed my dick, teasing it to hardness. Then she re-oiled her own boobs and let them swing over my chest. Then she lowered herself onto my body, pressed her breasts together, and slid my shaft between them. "Fuck them, Joe. Fuck my girls." I wriggled in pleasure as I watched the head of my cock disappear into the valley between her breasts, then re-emerge, pre-cum mixing with the oil. The feeling was heavenly. I felt the orgasm coming, and so did she. "Let it flow, Joe. Don't try to hold it back. This is for you." And she slid one breast up and one breast down, taking opposite directions on each side of my dick. I spurted, globs and globs of cum flowing onto my chest as I climaxed. She chuckled, dipped each nipple into the pool of cum on my chest, and slid up my body until her breasts were at my mouth so I could suckle my sperm from each hard nipple. "That's the second time in one day I've sampled my own cum," I said. She giggled, and then she slid back down my body until our groins were pressed together, my limp cock caressed by the folds of her pussy and the rest of my cum smeared along our bodies. We fell asleep that way. The day that had begun with my cock entering a dozen pussies, not once but twice, ended with it orgasming into not a pussy but two perfect tits. Whatever the Ladies Club had done for Maria, it had done much more for me.