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Ladies Night

By: jt123



The ringing phone caused Bob to jump slightly in his chair. He wasn't used to getting phone calls this late at the office. It was a Friday night and his wife Melanie was out with some girlfriends for a ladies night. Bob was taking the chance to stay late at the office and work on a big project that was nearing its deadline. He glanced at his watch and was surprised to see it was already nearly 9PM. His office was several stories up and he often lost track of the time after the winter sun had set. 

"Hello, Bob speaking."

"Hi honey, it's me." Bob was relieved to hear his wife's voice. He really wasn't up for talking business at this hour.

"What's up?" Bob asked.

"I need you to do me a really huge favor." There was a slight slurring of her speech and he could hear Lisa and Kelly's voices and some loud music in the background. He guessed that the party had already started and that the drinks had been flowing for a while. Bob smiled slightly because he knew that when Mel was drunk she got very horny. He figured he would be in store for some hot sex when she finally did come home that night. Mel continued, "I left my ID in your car and we need that so we can head out to the bar."

"Doesn't sound to me like you need to head to the bar," Bob teased.

"Ohh, we're just getting warmed up. Whattya say?"

Bob thought for a second. He did really have a lot to do and he knew it was almost a 30 minute drive to Lisa's place. On the other hand, he could almost never say no to Mel. They had been married nearly 4 years and were very much in love. He grumbled to himself about being a sucker and told her he was on his way.

He knew he was probably whipped, but he didn't care. His relationship with Mel was, as far as he was concerned, perfect. They were best friends but also passionate lovers. They laughed at all the people who complained about how getting married eliminates the sex from a relationship. They fucked now just as much, if not more, as when they were first dating.

Bob quickly drove to Lisa's apartment. He hoped that he could drop off the ID and get back to work for a bit before the ladies were done partying. Bob knew the way to Lisa's house quite well. Both he and Mel had been there several times for dinner or just hanging out. Lisa used to work with Melanie but had since moved on to a new job. Despite that she remained close friends with Bob and Mel. Lisa was several years older than them and had been divorced for a little over two years. Lisa wasn't what Bob would call athletic, but she did work out a few times each week and kept herself in good shape.

Bob had nothing to base it on other than his instincts, but he sort of thought that Mel had a slight crush on Lisa. She had never said anything directly about it, but Mel often talked about how beautiful Lisa was and how she hoped she would look that good when she was older. Bob always thought that there was a special glimmer in Mel's eyes when she talked about Lisa, but he never knew if it was real or if he was imagining it. Lisa was a beautiful woman and, like most guys, one of his favorite fantasies involved he and Mel having sex with another woman. Lately, Lisa had been playing the part of the other woman in most of his fantasies.

He parked and quickly moved to the stairwell as the winter air bit at his cheeks. He climbed up to the second floor and knocked on Lisa's door. He could hear the three ladies and music through the door. Mel answered the door and greeted him with a cry of, "My hero." She threw her arms around him and kissed him deeply. Her tongue parted Bob's lips and she roughly explored his mouth with it. Bob could taste the alcohol on her and briefly let his mind wander ahead to the sex he was sure they would have later. They were interrupted by the sound of Lisa's voice, "OK you two. Get a room."

Bob and Mel parted and Bob started to talk about heading back to his office, but Lisa interrupted and insisted that he at least come in and get something to eat. Bob hadn't had dinner yet so he agreed and followed the two ladies inside. There was a large spread of food at one end of the dining room table and there were playing cards on the table at the other end. Two glasses of daiquiris or some other sort of blended drink were sitting near the cards. He started helping himself to the leftover food as Kelly entered from the kitchen, a fresh drink in her hand. They exchanged hellos and as she turned Bob couldn't help but take a look at her cleavage.

Kelly was several years younger than Bob and Mel and was fresh out of college. She worked for Lisa's new company and Bob had seen her a few other times at social functions. Her short hair was currently dyed red, but it had been a different color each time Bob saw her. Without a doubt, the most "eye catching" feature of Kelly was her large breasts. Tonight Kelly was wearing a tight, v-neck top that exposed more than a little of her generous cleavage.

The ladies returned to where the cards were lying and sat down. "What are you playing?" Bob asked.

"Poker," Lisa answered. "Care to join us?"

"I thought you were heading out to the bar?" Bob asked.

"Well," Mel answered, somewhat sheepishly, "we've changed our minds and have decided to just hang out here tonight."

Bob rolled his eyes and said, "So I left work and drove over here for nothing?"

"I guess maybe I was hoping you would stay and hang out with us," Mel answered.

"C'mon," interjected Lisa, "we've got plenty of food and drinks, and I'd enjoy your company." As she said that she gave him a playful wink and blew him a kiss.

Mel gave Lisa a quick slap on the arm and said, "Hands off, this one is mine." For effect she moved over to Bob, sat in his lap, and gave him a kiss.

The alcohol was definitely having an effect on the ladies. "Please stay," Mel whispered into his ear in a very deep and sexy way that she knew drove Bob crazy. Bob knew it was all over the moment she broke out the "bedroom voice", but he pretended to think about it for a few more moments before saying he would stay.

Kelly went back to the kitchen to fix a fresh round for Bob, Lisa, and Mel. The remaining three sat around the table and started talking. The night continued this way for a couple of hours. They each steadily consumed their drinks and were all getting pretty drunk. Periodically one of them would get up to change the music or get more drinks, but otherwise they all sat around the table talking well into the night. As they talked Bob picked up the deck of playing cards and was absentmindedly playing with them. Eventually the conversation lulled and Lisa said, "So Bob, you wanting to play some cards?"

Bob was momentarily embarrassed that he was caught "zoning out", but then replied, "Sure. Anybody else game?"

The other three agreed and Kelly asked, "What should we play?"

"I don't think I can concentrate enough for poker," Mel answered.

"Let's play blackjack," Lisa suggested. "It's quick and doesn't require lots of thinking." They all agreed and the cards were dealt. Kelly and Mel each held at 18 while Lisa got a 20. Bob tried to be cool and hit on 16 but ended up going bust.

Lisa gathered the cards up and said, "So Bob, as the big loser that hand I think you should have to pay into the kitty. Pay up."

"What are we playing for? We don't have any chips or coins." Bob answered.

The three ladies huddled together and Bob could see them whispering. At first Kelly seemed surprised but all three were soon nodding in agreement. "We've agreed," started Mel, "that we're playing for clothes. Pay up, hubby."

Bob was shocked. All three ladies sat watching him expectantly. He wasn't sure what to say or do. In all their years together Mel had ever even hinted at wanting to do something like this. 

"C'mon Bob," Mel said, "we've agreed that we are all game. You in?" Hearing his wife say that to him was beyond anything Bob had ever dreamed about. He was nervous as hell but he would never forgive himself if he passed up this opportunity. He summoned his courage, said he was in, and removed a shoe.

"Awww," Lisa said with a slight pout, "we were hoping for something more revealing."

Bob's head was spinning. He tried to come up with a good answer but Mel beat him to it. "If you want to see anymore you'd better deal the cards."

The cards were dealt and several more hands were played. Each person lost a few hands, but everyone was still mostly clothed. Eventually Bob had to remove his shirt and he received several whistles and cat calls as he tossed his shirt to the floor.

Kelly was the first lady to have to remove her top. Her bra wasn't fancy, but it was cut fairly low on top and her breasts were practically spilling out the top. Bob pulled his gaze away from her chest long enough to notice that both Mel and Lisa were staring at Kelly's barely contained tits. "Geez," joked Lisa, "I'm surprised you haven't fallen out of that thing."

"This is one of my boyfriend's favorites," Kelly replied.

"I can see why," Bob answered as Mel reached over and gave him a playful pinch on the arm.

"We'd better deal the cards before he drools on himself," Mel said as she dealt the next hand.

Soon both Lisa and Mel had also removed their tops and Kelly had removed her pants. Bob's dick had been hard since Kelly removed her top and as the ladies continued to shed their clothes it was getting hard for him to sit still.

A few hands later Bob had to remove his pants so only his boxers were left. As he stepped out of his pants he knew his erection was now plainly visible to the three ladies. Both Lisa and Kelly were looking at his hard cock as it strained to be released from his boxers. He looked at Mel and she lustily licked her lips and gave him a wink.

The game continued and Kelly lost again. Instead of her bra she began to slide her panties down her legs. "Thought I would save the best for last," she joked. The other three were silent as they all stared at her newly revealed pussy. The hair was neat and trimmed. Kelly sat down quickly before Bob could see any more.

Mel next removed her bra leaving her with only her panties on. Mel's breasts were perfectly sized to fit her 5'6" frame. They weren't nearly as large as Kelly's but Bob had spent many nights playing with them and truly felt they were perfect. Bob noticed that Mel's nipples were hard and were noticeably standing erect. His dick twitched with excitement when he considered that the sight of two partly clothed women had gotten her so excited. "Maybe fantasies do come true," Bob thought.

Kelly was the first to remove all her clothes and very slowly and teasingly removed her bra. As she let it drop to the floor she briefly covered her breasts with her hands but finally pulled her hands apart and revealed herself fully to the view of the other three. Her nipples were very large and they too were erect. She sat back down but Bob couldn't pull his attention away from her. The conversation had long since stopped and the room was mostly silent. Bob knew he was about to burst and wondered where this was heading.

Mel was the next to be totally naked and then Bob lost and had to remove his boxers. He slowly slipped them off his hips and let them drop to the floor. His erection was standing straight out in front of him and he stood still for a moment as the three ladies enjoyed the view. 

Everyone was naked now except for Lisa who still wore her bra and panties. Bob lost the next hand and there was a slight pause. "What now?" asked Bob. "I don't have anything left to pay with."

"Not so fast," replied Lisa. "You can't pay with clothes but you still need to pay up. You lost after all and you owe the kitty. I say that since Kelly had the best hand that round that you have to do what she tells you to."

Mel got a wicked look in her eye and said she agreed. Bob didn't know what to think but he was in no position to argue.

"Kelly, he's at your command. What do you want to see him do?" Lisa asked.

There was a momentary silence as Kelly stared at Bob's throbbing erection before she said, "I want to see him play with himself."

Bob felt like he'd been punched in the gut. Being naked was one thing, but jerking off as they watched? He wasn't sure what to do and sat motionless for a few moments staring in disbelief at Kelly as she smiled wickedly back at him. The three ladies all badgered him until he agreed. 

He stood up from his chair and lightly wrapped his right hand around the base of his cock. He slowly stroked back and forth a couple of times before he moved his hand lower to his balls. He played with them and gently rolled them in his hand. Lisa was sitting directly across the table from him and as they made eye contact he saw her move a hand to her breast. He watched as she smoothly pushed her bra down and started rubbing her breasts and nipples. She had moved her gaze to his cock and was watching intently as he played with his balls.

Bob glanced over at his wife and was somewhat shocked to see she had her hands in her crotch. She appeared to be feverishly working over her clit as she watched the action wantonly. Bob quickly noticed she wasn't watching him or Lisa and was looking directly across the table at Kelly.

He followed her gaze to Kelly and let out a low moan as he saw her. Kelly had slumped in her chair and had her legs spread wide. Her right hand was busily fondling her pussy and she was pinching and rolling her nipple between the fingers of her left hand. Kelly was staring directly at his cock and seemed almost oblivious to Mel and Lisa.

This was more than Bob could take. He wrapped his hand back around his dick and began to stroke. He needed to cum and didn't care who saw him do it. He moved his gaze around the room and watched the ladies as they each masturbated while watching each other and watching him.

With a grunt Bob started to cum. He pumped wildly as he shot load after load through the air. Just after he started cumming Kelly moaned loudly. Her right hand quickly rubbed her pussy and she was pinching and pulling at her nipples excitedly. She moaned over and over as she came. She threw her head back and was lost in her own world as she finished cumming.

Bob pumped and pumped until no cum remained. He continued to slowly stroke himself as he watched Lisa and his wife. Mel had watched intently as Kelly came and Bob knew from experience she was close to cumming herself. Mel looked over at Lisa and they stared intently into each other's eyes as they each rubbed their pussies.

Lisa looked at the table where Bob's cum had landed. Lisa leaned forward and scooped up a large puddle of cum with her left index finger. She looked right into Mel's eyes and deliberately smeared the cum all over her erect nipples. She repeated this twice and after the third time she brought her finger to her mouth and licked the remaining cum from it.

That sent Melanie over the edge and she came very loudly and very forcefully. Both hands were working on her pussy as she cried out. As soon as Mel started to cum Lisa began to work faster on herself. The table blocked his view but it looked like Lisa was fucking herself with the fingers of her left hand as she rubbed her clit with her right hand. As the other three sat and watched Lisa brought herself to orgasm with a final cry of, "Oh God!"

After Lisa regained her composure the four of them sat around the table not knowing what to say. Bob's cum was still sprayed all over the dark wood of the table. They each looked nervously at each other and smiled. Finally Lisa said, "Well that was a fun night." 

It was a silly comment but it helped to break the tension somewhat in the room. Mel, Kelly, and Bob each started to put their clothes back on and for a few minutes Lisa simply sat and watched. Lisa then started putting her own clothes back on and soon all four were again fully dressed. There was clearly some nervousness left as none of them knew what to do or say after the experience they had just shared.

"Um, I think I should get going," said Kelly.

They all agreed it was time to break up the party for the night. As Lisa showed everyone out she said, "Thanks for sticking around Bob. I hope you had fun." All four of them laughed and as they went down the stairs Lisa called behind them that they would have to get together again soon.

Ladies' Night



Lori sat on her back patio watching the small fishing boats go by. After running into Bob, on the beach yesterday, everything was topsy turvy in her emotional and mental world again. She had gone to the beach to meditate and embrace the energy she felt generated by the waves when she communed with them. What she experienced during the beautiful encounter with Bob afterwards, brought her right back to the turmoil that brought her there in the first place. All she could think of was his hands, his arms, his ... (phone rings). Glancing at her phone screen, she sees her best friend's number "Finally, a distraction!" she thought gratefully. "Hi, Beautiful! What's up?" 

"Listen, I know you're not into country much, but, it's Ladies' Night at The Rodeo Bar. The girls want to go. Are you in?" 

Thinking that this might be just what she needed to get her mind off of Bob, Lori jumped at the opportunity. "Absolutely! When are we leaving?" 

"The show starts at 9:00. They call themselves The Posse: The Wildest Justice" 

How could she resist that invitation? It sounded like exactly what she needed to get Bob off her mind. "Pick me up at 8:30. Let's do some roping," she replied eagerly. 

***** 

Bob relaxed at the backstage door, having brought all of the gear in for set up. He was just waiting for the rest of the crew to arrive for the performance tonight. He normally took pleasure in the attention from the ladies when he danced, but tonight, he felt at odds. Something was bothering him and he couldn't put his finger on it. It wasn't only a finger he wanted. It was her hands. He wanted to hear that sigh again. Looking down at his pants, Bob smiled. 'At least these thoughts of her will help with the performance tonight.' 

He straightened his shoulders and thought back to what got him started at this job. "Just an easy way to earn a few quick bucks," his co-worker had told him. It turned out to be more profitable than just a few bucks. One night led into a couple of weeks. Then it led into a regular gig on contract with five night club chains. The contract will be re-negotiated soon and the crew were discussing a few more demands from the agency. Suddenly, though, nightlife didn't seem so inviting. He still had other goals to meet. The financial side of it had already been met long ago. Now it was simply a matter of riding out the contract. This being Saturday night, it would be packed. Lots of lovely ladies seeking lots of distraction. "Time to get it on," he thought. With that, he turned back in to the stage area to find his dance team. Daniel, Ches, Hunter and Matt should be in the dressing room by now. 

***** 

Lori had dressed in her favourite red dress and silver high heel sandals. With her black hair left down to fall around her shoulders, and the halter style top of the dress cutting low, she was ready for anything that night. Her friend, Angela, was in black leather pants, high heel boots and a black leather vest with nothing underneath it. She wore an arm band of native design on her right arm and had a tattoo of infinity on her chest, just above her left breast. Her long, straight brown hair hung down across her back, topped off with a well bent, well-worn black cowboy hat. The two of them would definitely attract any man in the bar if they wanted to. As they sat themselves near the front of the stage, a few other friends joined in. With a bucket of vodka drinks on the table and fives and tens in the purse, the ladies were ready for almost anything. 

Lori observed the room and watched for the nearest escape route, access to the washrooms, and where the guys would most likely be standing outside when time came for general entry. It was one thing to watch cowboys on stage. It was another to be around real cowboys and cowboy wannabes who are liquored up and thinking they could get a piece of action after ladies' night. She had no intentions of sticking around after this. Suddenly the lights went dark and the music began. 

"Good evening ladies! Welcome to the Rodeo! Have we got a Round Up of cowboys for you tonight! Live from Nashville! Winners of the 21st National Club Dance Competition, Awarded the Exotic Dancers of the Year award for the State of Tennessee three times, Ladies, let's hear it for The Sheriff and his posse...First on stage, The Long Ranger (Daniel)!" Out came a stunning tall slim man in black pants, cowboy boots, chaps, and no shirt, a scarf tied around his neck, and a white cowboy hat and a mask. The ladies whistled and applauded and shouted in a frenzy. The man was slowly strutting across the stage as if he was searching for a criminal to handcuff and Lori felt amused. He had a lariat in his hands and seemed to be searching the crowd for a lady to hogtie. 

"Angie will love this guy," she thought to herself. "Any man with handcuffs or ropes, she likes." Relaxing in her chair she eyed the stage with comfort. 

"Ladies, let's hear it next for Wild Bill (Ches)!" Out walks a very muscular black man, dressed in the jeans and cowboy boots and chaps but attired in a western leather coat with fringes down the sleeves, and a cowboy hat flipped up on one side. His facial hair was carved to look like a southern goatee and moustache with a civil war look to him. His muscles rippled as he flexed his fists reaching for the stage pistols on each of his hips. He held the pistols near his pelvis emphasizing the phallic association with shooting. 

"For all of you cowgirls who like the strong and silent type, let's put your hands together for Quiet Earp (Hunter)!" The ladies were whistling and screaming like crazy. Out walked a tall but gentle looking man with the costume of a gentle farmer or ranchman with a rifle on his right shoulder and what looked like the equivalent size of something in his pants. He had a long and lanky look and you could easily tell what his "biggest asset" was. His dark hair fell loosely over the ears and his Roman nose gave him a slightly Mediterranean look. His hat tilted forward in mystery, hiding the eyes. His left thumb in his belt loops showed more hip as it tugged the denim edge downward to give the ladies a peak of what lay just beneath those jeans. 

All of the men were forming a masculine stance on stage as each member came forward in the introduction. The Long Ranger and Wild Bill were on one side of the stage, and Quiet Earp began on the other side of the stage. There were two more to come. Angie was already making eyes at The Long Ranger. Lori was kind of intrigued by Quiet Earp, and the announcer continued the introductions. The music was grinding, smoke was low and red lights were glowing on the men in a primal style. 

Next, Ladies, let's welcome a tough, no nonsense man who'll fight for the women, and defy the law itself when even the law can't be trusted. He makes black look good. Here he is, whip and all, let's welcome Zorro (Matt)! The dancer came out on stage in a zigzag pattern strutting from side to side, with a whip sliding from around his shoulder to the stage floor. As he stops and makes a sharp cracking sound of the whip in the air, the women sit up and take notice. Zorro slowly slides the whip off the side of the stage and up along a woman's chest and around her neck to slide lower then between her legs before he draws it back beside him and swings it back around his shoulder. He is in tight black pants, flat black boots, and a black cape over one shoulder, a flat black hat and a blindfold. His deep red lips curve sensuously to one side as he turns away from the front of the stage to show the booty he has behind as he slides the cape off the shoulder and stands to the side of the stage with his broad shoulders expanding to the crowd showing a pierced nipple. 

As the men got into position the mood was intensifying in the club. Lori was beginning to feel very aroused and her breasts were feeling tender. She began to feel a longing again for those hands on her breasts and the feel of his lips trailing kisses along her neck. Lori glanced over at Angie to see her roaming her own hands over her legs. Angie took her hat off to fan herself with it as she stood up and leaned in toward the stage to try to get a glance at Zorro's chest as he weaved his way across the stage. Lori reached over to pull at Angie's belt and instead, her hand landed directly on Angie's ass. Angie twerked a little and Lori was surprised how aroused she felt. Maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the yearning she was feeling inside for contact, but she became bolder and allowed her hand to glide lower between Angie's legs to cup her middle. Angie backed into her and turned to sit on Lori's lap. Angie smiled and slid back into her seat. "Are you relaxing now?" she asked Lori. 

Lori wasn't sure how to answer and was grateful for the announcer's voice overpowering the whole nightclub, so that all she could do was grin back at Angie for a brief second before turning her gaze back to the centre stage. 

Suddenly the stage began to flash streaks of light across the club. Spotlights focused toward the entrance as the spokesman began to speak again. Before you, Ladies, are the bravest, strongest, and most willing heroes of the west to sacrifice themselves for your time and pleasure. The final member of the Posse has been winning hearts and awards for the past four years. He has been arresting, locking up, and punishing the bad people for years, and he is here tonight to show you ladies how a true round up's done. Please, let's hear it Ladies for Sherriff John "Dicks" Adam. Lori stood up to wrestle her way to the stage but was hidden by two blondes as the lead stripper came forward. His body was only partially visible. Most of it was covered by a full length western riding coat. She could see a smooth, well-muscled chest beneath it. The long coat had a Sherriff's badge on it and the dancer's cowboy hat was low over the forehead for mystery. All Lori could make out was a jawline and the collar bone and that beautiful neck of which she remembered every twitching vein she had touched on the beach. Lori froze. Her mind went reeling back to the beach, the massage, and the embrace after the beach. She could feel his hot breath on her ear and temple as he held her among the trees and suddenly she heard songbirds again. Angie was beside her as Bob strutted toward the front of the stage. As his steely gaze travelled along the audience in the nightclub, Lori moved to hide herself behind Angie, pretending to turn toward the table to get another vodka drink. 

Bob and his crew began to feel the beat of Brantley Gilbert's song 'Take It Outside.' The masculinity of the song fit the tone of the theme and the men were moving aggressively as if fiercely battling. One by one they fell into formation and moved in synchronicity. With each move Bob made, Lori was creaming herself. Her hips were moving with his as he fell to his knees and she fantasized of standing in front of him with his mouth on her vaginal lips again. Her hips crushed against Angie who was also gyrating to the music. 

Lori was glued to one stripper on the stage as his coat slid off his back and arms. He slid the leather coat downward along his chest, and Lori was visualizing her hands being the object sliding over those smooth pectorals and obliques. Her hands firmly grasped Angie's back and slid along it as if she were grasping Bob. 

Angie took a step back from the stage. As exciting as these boys were, something else was more arousing. The feel of another woman's hands feeling her up in the nightclub was mixing with the intoxicating scene before her on the stage. This wasn't Angie's first time with another woman. She just never suspected Lori to be a participant. She reached behind her to guide Lori's hand around her waist so that they would be closer and the motions less obvious. Not that any of the women would be looking at them anyway. As Bob crawled on his knees and elbows toward the edge of the stage, a willing female reached for the bandana he had around his neck, so, he willingly released it to her to avoid strangulation. As he turned in Lori's direction, and raised himself to sit back on his haunches and gyrate upward, Angie turned toward Lori to capture her face between her hands and plant a deep, penetrating kiss on Lori's lips. The motion resulted in the view of Lori being blocked from Bob's view, as he leaned into the crowd to seek a kiss from an audience member. Lori, being lost in her fantasy, suddenly realized that the lips crushing against hers were not Bob's. These lips were softer, sensuous, and had a faint taste of melon on them. Feeling Angie's hands roam down her bare back to pull her closer, Lori could not resist. She embraced her best friend with open arms. She was pent up and so aroused, she felt like she would burst if she did not get some release and Angie was a safe escape for her. 

When Angie told her that she would help her escape those haunting thoughts and help her relax and enjoy herself for the night, she never thought that it would result in such a passion for each other. Lori's hands roamed over Angie's breasts engulfed beneath the soft black calfskin vest she was wearing. The vest had formed to fit her every curve and line so perfectly, Lori could feel the outline of the breast beneath it. As the music kept pumping, the bass vibrations were being felt along the sensitive nerve endings of Lori's body and her nipples were harder than they have ever been. They rubbed against Angie's vest beneath the soft fabric of her halter dress and they could be seen clearly poking through the fabric. Angie's hands roamed underneath Lori's dress and up along her soft legs to grasp her ass cheeks and pull her forcefully against her. They moved slowly away from the stage to hide near the back away from the crowd. 

As Angie slammed Lori against the wall, she released her from the kiss to move down her chest and nudge the halter aside to claim a nipple between her soft lips. Just as Lori was lost in the ecstasy, she did not notice another set of eyes boring into her from across the room. Bob was standing over a young woman in the audience pretending to offer himself to her, with her head held between his legs, allowing his eyes to roam the crowd, only to stop at the sight before him of two women trying to hide in the back. He immediately recognized that expression of pure arousal when the leather-clad woman lowered herself to feast on Lori's breast. 

Lori's hands were firmly holding Angie's ass as she rubbed her clitoris against Angie's hand. Angie's thumb quickly found the button where all of Lori's energies narrowed in to build to a heightening sensation of arousal. She quickly rubbed against her friend as she began to climax. Angie stood up and quickly claimed Lori's mouth to silence the cry in such a public place. 

As Lori began to return to reality, the announcer came back on. "How are we doing Ladies?" The crowd let out screams and whistles of a deafening proportion. We are going to take a short break and we will be right back for individual performances of each dancer. Be prepared to auction off a personal performance with the dancer of your choice." 

Angie looked at Lori with concern. "Are you alright?" 

Lori stood up straight and rearranged her dress and fixed her hair as she steadied herself on Angie's arm. "Yes, yes, I am fine. I never knew a strip show could have such an effect on me." Lori blushed as she looked into Angie's eyes. A smile came across her friend's face and it helped Lori relax. This could become a new habit for her.



Ladies Night



You know, as you walk in the door, that he wants to play the game, your game. He doesn't tell you, not in words, that would spoil it completely. No. He has to let you catch him, find him out, punish him.

He is in the den, you can hear the TV, see the flicker of it around the door. That's the giveaway. He knows what time you were coming home, he would normally have had coffee brewing, but he is watching TV in the den, and you know.

Quietly you walk to the door, step inside. Flesh bobs and quivers on the screen. Bodies writhe. He hears you coming, turns quickly, his eyes wide. Quickly he flicks the remote, kills the picture, but not fast enough.

"So!" you hiss, "This is what you do when I'm out?"

He looks down "It was nothing. I was given it. I didn't know what it was."

"Didn't know? Of course you knew. Why did you watch such filth? Aren't I good enough for you?"

"Of course you are!"

"Oh, I think not! You want to watch those porn girls with their silicone tits, they hold more appeal on a screen than my body does in reality, do they?"

"No, please, of course they don't. I'm sorry, please don't get angry."

"Oh but I am angry." You reply, "Very angry. You need to be a taught a lesson. You need to be shown how to treat a lady. You know what I mean, don't you?"

"Yes love."

"LOVE! Do not dare call me love. Until I decide that you are truly sorry, what do you call me?"

He mumbles.

"Louder!"

"Mistress. I call you mistress!"

You stare at him, until his eyes drop. "You know what to do next!"

"Yes mistress."

"Very well. Five minutes, not a second more, then you come!"

You stride out of the room, across the hall to the bedroom, your shared room with it's king size bed, subtly placed mirrors, the delicately erotic paintings on the walls. Stripping quickly, you open the wardrobe and choose your outfit.

Quickly but smoothly, you dress. A sheer bra that shows your nipples through the fine mesh. A garter belt and lace topped stockings, a pair of lace panties over these. Over this you step into a short skirt, slit down the side, and a blouse so fine and transparent that neither it nor the bra leave anything to the imagination. You look in the mirror. Your nipples push through the thin fabric, pink and sensual. Your thigh flashes temptation through the split skirt. You will suffice.

Right on time, the door opens, sheepishly he enters. You stand, hands on hips. He waits, head down, playing his role well, as you play yours.

"What do you think I should do with you?" you begin.

"I don't know mistress."

"Oh yes you do. You know there's only one fitting punishment for what you've done, don't you?"

"Yes mistress."

"Yes mistress indeed! So what are you waiting for? You know where it is, go and fetch me it!"

Slowly he crosses the room, opens the wardrobe, takes out the cane hanging there. Bringing it back, he hands it to you, his hand trembling slightly.

Ah, the cane. Three feet of whippy rattan, oiled to keep it supple, in the hands of an expert it can sting and tease, or burn like fire, and you know how to use it well. It is flexible enough to wrap around naked buttocks like a lash, leaving red tramlines on the quivering flesh.

"Undress!" you order sharply.

He strips in front of you, acting reluctant, taking his time. As he removes his clothes, you play with the cane, tapping it in your hand, flexing it, bending it almost double. He watches you, like a rabbit watching a snake. The cane is like a third person in the room, dominating both your thoughts. 

Finally, he stands naked, the muscular body shivering slightly, the thick cock hanging loose but with the first signs of an erection. You look him up and down, feeling the heat rise in your face.

"Chair!" you snap.

He brings a hard backed chair from the wall and stands it in front of you.

"What are you waiting for? Over the back."

He bends over the chair back, his hands clasping the edge of the seat, his lower belly resting on the top. You run your gaze over the firm buttocks presented to you, the strong thighs and calves. You feel the first swelling of labia in your panties, the seeping of moisture. You know what is to come, before this is finished both of you will be satisfied, but it must be played out. 

You stand to the side, measuring the distance. Gently, you rest the cane across the naked buttocks, and he feels the touch and trembles under it. There is a way to use a cane. Often on film you see someone swinging their whole arm up, as if the cane were a club. This is total nonsense. The elbow is kept down, near to the body, the whole action lies in the forearm and wrist. The secret is not in strength, but in technique. The wrist can whip round far faster than the whole arm, and deliver a more controlled strike. 

Your wrist bends back, then with a soft swish you bring the cane down across the pale flesh, not too hard, just hard enough to sting and for him to anticipate what is to come.

Swish, and another pink line stripes the muscular buttocks. You can feel yourself getting really wet now, feel your nipples hardening in the taut bra, pushing the fabric out in little cones of sensation.

Swish, a third stroke. He has made no sound as yet, but so far you have been gentle. Now it is time to tease a little, before you deliver more pain.

Your left hand reaches under him, feels the thick dangling cock, strokes it gently from base to tip. He gasps, and it begins to swell and harden in your hand. Softly you caress it.

"Does that feel nice?"

"Oh, yes mistress!"

"Do you wish it was one of those porn sluts instead of me?"

"Oh no mistress, never."

"I think you're lying," you say silkily, "you are still fantasising about them. I think you need to be punished some more."

You withdraw the caressing fingers, take a step back and lay the cane across the bare buttocks again. This time the strokes are harder, the lines they leave angrier. 

SWISH...SWISH...SWISSSSHHH.

On the third stroke, he gives a little grunt of pain, his head jerking slightly. He is strong, this man of yours, but you always take him to his limits, he would have it no other way.

Again, you slide your hand under his belly and tantalise the dangling manhood. It has lost it's hardness with the pain, but a little stimulation soon brings that back, and you stroke it up and down with slow strokes. Precum leaks onto your finger tips, and this excites you even more. Your panties feel damp with your lust, your cunt lips swelling and oozing your juices. "Is this nice?" you say "Isn't it better than watching some slut on a screen? Do I not treat you well?"

"Oh yes, yes mistress!" he moans as your fingers tease the swollen end of his throbbing cock.

"And wouldn't you rather be good, so that I could reward you? Would you like me to reward you?" as you speak you run a fingernail gently along the underside of his cock and hear him gasp.

"Oh please mistress, yes."

"Well," you say "soon you may show me how you earn your reward. But first we have to finish your punishment."

You step back and lay the cane across the firm globes yet again. You see him tense, he knows that this time the strokes will be harder, taking him to his limit to bear pain.

SWISSSHHHHHHH...the cane cuts another line of fire across the tight flesh.

SWISSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHH...he jerks as it lands, grunting with the stroke.

SWISSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH...he can't help but give a soft cry of anguish as the rattan sears across his bare ass, marking him as yours.

Stroke after stroke follows, each bringing its own cry, until nineteen lines of pain streak his buttocks like brand marks.

This is the last stroke, you will stop at twenty, but this will be the hardest. You draw back, wait, let him anticipate, then...

SWISSSSSSSSHHH...the cane curls round his bare ass, and he cries aloud with the intensity of it. His head jerks up, then drops and he breathes heavily.

You step back and look at him, at his sleek body, the stripes of the cane fresh on his backside, the tight thighs and strong arms. He is a naked animal and you his mistress, controlling, dominating. You know that your panties are soaking, your juices running freely now as you feast your gaze on him. His pain is spice for you both, but the feast is not yet over.

"Stand up." You tell him, and he rises, his hands going to his buttocks and rubbing the soreness.

"Now, you must show me that you really do love me more than those sluts." You tell him, "And if I believe you, maybe I will reward you. Lie on the bed!"

He lies down, on his back, his raw stripes pressing onto the mattress. You stand beside the bed, watching him for a moment, then slowly you hike up the skirt, up to your waist, and slowly you slide the damp panties down your legs, stepping out of them. His cock twitches and rises as he looks.

As your sweet wet pussy comes into view, his hand strays to his cock, stroking it harder.

"Stop that!" you order him "You do not touch yourself without my permission."

"Yes, mistress." His hand drops away reluctantly. 

You climb onto the bed, straddle him, your knees either side of his head, your cunt poised above his face. You know that he can smell you. 

Slowly, you lower yourself onto his mouth, wriggling your hips to get the position just right, your cunt lips meeting his lips, feeling his tongue as it begins to probe between the fleshy flaps, questing until it finds the swollen clitty, then he begins to lick, his tongue circling and teasing on the dripping love bud. You grasp the headboard, feeling the ecstasy of this sweetest of all kisses, his mouth spreading the slit wide, sucking at the clit, his hands coming up to grasp the plump woman ass and press his face deeper into her womanhood, sucking and licking as you writhe on his face until the sweet ache of climax builds and soars and explodes in your belly and hips in waves and your juices flow from the pulsing cunt over his chin and into his mouth as he drinks your pleasure and you moan and throw your head back and cry your passion loud as your hips jerk and shudder at his touch.

Slowly, you come back to yourself, and carefully, you climb off him. Sweat runs down your body, soaking your flimsy clothes. You stand and strip them off as he watches, his cock hard and straight, the taste of you still in his mouth. The blouse, bra and skirt fall to the floor, and wearing only the garter belt and stockings, you climb back on the bed. He has done well. Time to reward him.

Again you straddle him, this time across his lower belly, facing his feet. You stroke the thick fleshy cock with one hand, the other cupping his balls. Behind you, he moans softly.

You raise your hips and slide forward. Gently you guide the tip of his eager cock to the entrance of your still wet pussy, and exquisitely slowly you lower yourself, feeling the cock slide in deep and hard, the cunt lips parting to it's passage, and a low groan of passion forced from his lips.

Slowly you raise yourself, the warm wet cunt sliding up the veined shaft. Immediately he grasps your hips and begins to buck his own up into you, fucking you furiously. With your fingertips you give him a sharp slap across the balls, and he gasps and stiffens with the pain. 

"You don't move or touch me unless I give you permission!" you tell him.

Obediently, his hands fall away, and you massage the aching balls, stroking the pain away, then you begin the so slow rise and fall again, up and down the iron hard shaft, seeing it grow slick with your cunt juices, hearing his moans of longing as you promise yet deny the longed for release.

"Who is the most beautiful woman in the world?" you ask him. "You are mistress...oh please mistress!"

"More beautiful than those painted porno sluts?"

"Oh yes mistress, much much more...oh please, mistress please!"

Perhaps it is time, he has waited so long. A few more long slow strokes, hearing him groan with his unsated desire, and you say "Now, you may hold me and move."

Straight away, his hands are on your hips and his body bucks and writhes under you. You lean forward, your hands on his legs, and rise and fall faster, hearing him pant with lust, feeling your slick tight cunt suck at his cock, knowing his eyes are on it, that he is watching your broad woman ass rise and fall and your pussy lips around his shaft.

His thrusts grow frantic, you have made him wait so long, then his body jerks and he lets out a wail of pleasure, his cock pumping it's hot spunk into you in thick gouts, you feel his release and know that you have both found something that you need tonight. Cum trickles out of your cunt as his cock grows limp and slack, glistening on his pubic hair. You slide off him. He has been yours completely, now he is his own person again.

Until the next time!



Ladies Night?



My wife Alexis, along with wives and girlfriends of a few of my friends had been complaining that the guys always got together to play poker, but the women never had a "Ladies Night" out. So a few weeks ago they finally planned one. I agreed to watch the baby and all the guys came over to watch the Pacquiao fight. My buddy Jake arrived and told us he had been kicked out of his own house, as all the women met at his house before leaving for the dance club. The fight was over rather quickly so after some drinking and cards, the guys started piling out. The baby was fast asleep so I decided to shower and go to bed.

Around midnight I was awakened by the garage door opening. I sat up and waited for my wife to come up. As she came in I heard giggles and another female voice. I went downstairs to see what was going on. I saw two shitfaced women trying to help each other into the house. She was with Dani, Jake's wife.

"Hi Honey," my wife slurred. "Where's Jake?" asked Dani. 

I explained to them that Jake went home awhile ago because the fight ended so quickly. It turned out that my wife dropped all the ladies home. Instead of dropping Dani off at home, she rode along to our house to make sure my wife got in ok with the assumption she could ride home with her husband. They were too drunk and tired to get back on the road and I didn't have the strength to make that trek.

They decided that Dani would stay over. She called home to explain the situation to Jake but he was must have been already asleep because she just left a voicemail. 

I pulled Alexis to the side and told her, " I had put the baby in the guestroom because it was furthest away from the noise we were making. Where is Dani supposed to sleep?"

Her response took me a bit by surprise.

"Well she'll just have to sleep with us," Alexis said with a smile. 

As Dani hung up the phone, Alexis grabbed her by the hand and led her upstairs.

I stood there for a second dumbfounded, until Alexis reached the top of the stairs, looked back at me and asked, "Aren't you coming to bed Honey?"

I still wasn't sure what was going on but I was not going to miss out on anything either. My mind was racing, going over all the fantasies I'd had about being with two women. I hoped I wouldn't be in for a long frustrating night.

I should tell you that my wife has said on many occasions that she felt Dani and I were attracted to each other. Whether that is true or not, Dani and I have done our fair share of harmless flirting. Dani is attractive. I'd say she is 5'6", 130lbs. Her legs are toned, leading up to a nice tight little ass. Her best feature by far is her lovely 34DD breasts. I wish I could take the credit, but it seems like whenever I see her, her nipples are always hard. Tonight was no exception. My wife Alexis is even more beautiful than Dani (my bias aside). She is 5'9" 145lbs of voluptuous curves. Her best feature is clearly her backside. Thick, slightly toned thighs that lead up to a big, round, soft ass. She is not lacking up top either, sporting a 36D herself. You can imagine the two of them together and understand why I raced upstairs.

When I reached our bedroom, the ladies were trying to find something for Dani to sleep in. Alexis handed her a cotton tank-dress type gown that I had bought her a few years back. She never wore it before and it now fits too tight on her. It should be perfect for Dani. I didn't protest her choice, as the tank top portion should barely be able to cover Dani's large breasts. Alexis put on a camisole that hardly covered her thong-clad ass. 

I felt myself getting aroused already just by watching them together, so I quickly jumped back in bed, as my pajama pants would do nothing to hide my erection. Alexis decided she would sleep in the middle and Dani on her left. We only have a queen sized bed, so we were all pretty cozy. I kissed Alexis goodnight, and caught Dani looking at us, with a sly grin on her face. I wondered what she was thinking.

I would find out later that my wife and Dani got pretty close on the dance floor. Apparently Alexis saw an old friend there, and she and Dani both danced with him. They put on a pretty good show, to the point were he thought they might be bisexual. I know my wife is curious as we've had many conversations about my desire to be with two women, but we decided it was best that we never went down that road. I can imagine how good she and Dani looked together because I've witnessed their dancing together first hand.

After what seemed like hours of trying to go to sleep (it was really only about 20min), with a aching erection, I decided to see just how far my wife would let me go with our friend lying next to her. Alexis was lying on her back, as was Dani. Both had their eyes closed. I turned onto my side facing them and began to run my hand along my wife's thigh. My fingers brushed slightly over her thong up to her stomach. I felt her take in a breath. I knew she wasn't sleep, but she hadn't yet opened her eyes and acknowledged my advances. I began to gently kiss her shoulder as my hand continued up towards her breasts. I outlined her breasts with my finger and began to trace her collarbone with my tongue. I was almost leaning on her now, and used my knee to spread her legs a bit more. I was stopped when her leg rested up against Dani's. I paused for a second to make sure we hadn't awakened her.

I leaned over a bit more in order to reach my wife's lips. I began to softly plant kisses around her mouth and lips, not waiting for her response. It was then that I felt her hand move to my crotch. She finally opened her eyes when she felt how hard I was.

"This is really turning you on having her right next to us huh?" she whispered. I didn't need to answer her, because once she reached down inside my pajamas and felt the precum drooling from my head, she had her answer. We've had sex with Dani and Jake in the same room before, but never have I been this close to another woman. I pulled the comforter down a bit past Alexis's knees. Doing this exposed Dani as well. The way she was laying, her nightie fell just below her pussy. She wasn't wearing any panties. With my angle I could see that her labia were shaved with a small triangle of pubic hair right above her clit. That was something I've been trying to get Alexis to do. Alexis felt my cock twitch as I starred at Dani's sex. Before she could realize what I was looking at, I moved back up and kissed her again. This time she responded. She allowed my tongue to bypass her lips and move into her mouth. I could tell by the fervor in which her tongue played with mine that she was just as excited as I was. I let my knee creep up in between her legs where I felt her heat. Her thong was soaked through with her juices. I couldn't take it anymore.

I slid down on the bed, kicking all the covers off. I positioned myself in between Alexis's legs. She whispered, "NO! You'll wake up Dani", but as soon as my tongue ran along the edge of her thong, her moans told me to continue. Plus, it was my every intention to wake up Dani anyway.

Alexis lifted her hips to assist me in removing her thong. As I pulled it off, my arm brushed against Dani's leg, but she didn't move. I placed Alexis's legs over my shoulders and moved back in. My arms were wrapped around her legs, and my right arm was resting on Dani's thigh. I was really playing with fire if this didn't turn out the way I hoped, but there was no way I couldn't chance it. I wanted Dani to wake up and see exactly what we were doing.

I began to trace my tongue lightly along my wife's lips. They were slightly parted, and sticky like she had already had an orgasm. I let my tongue penetrate her sex and tasted her tangy fluid. My tongue slid inside her further, through her spongy folds until my nose nestled against her curly public hair. I then felt her hand on top of my head, trying to pull me deeper inside. I managed to expose her clit with my tongue and began to work my way around it. Gently poking, flickering and licking it with every angle of my tongue. As I heard her moan, I raised my hands up toward her breast under her camisole. But I felt hands there already... 

"OH MY GOD", I thought to myself as I raised my head. I saw my wife was playing with her own nipples with her eyes closed and realized it was Dani's hand on my head. I looked at her and she was starring right at me. I continued to lick my wife's pussy, extending the length of my tongue, all the while looking into the eyes of another woman. Dani then let her hand slide down seductively over my face onto my wife's pussy. I pulled my arm back, so Alexis wouldn't feel too many hands on her. Instead, I moved it over to Dani. She lifted her outside knee, and spread her legs for me. As I reached for her pussy, I could feel her secretions running down her inner thighs. My finger effortlessly slid inside her. 

With her hand, she used her middle and ring fingers to spread Alexis's pussy open for me. God I was so turned on. Her red nails looked so sexy on my wife's succulent pussy. I just had to lick them, and then began lapping at my wife's cunt. Then Dani dipped her middle finger inside my wife. I almost came right there. As she brought it back out and fed it to me, I licked it clean, and continued to devour my wife's pussy. I decided to push the envelope and removed my glistening finger from Dani's dripping pussy and brought it to Alexis's mouth. She often tastes herself and I wanted to see if she would tell the difference. She immediately began sucking on my fingers like a woman possessed. This whole scene was so erotic and had already surpassed all my fantasies. I couldn't believe what was happening. As she sucked my fingers, Dani began to finger fuck my wife while I continued licked her. She removed her hand as Alexis started to cum. I couldn't take it any longer. As much as I wanted to slide over and dive into Dani, I moved up and mounted my wife before her orgasm subsided. 

I'm not sure if she was aware that Dani was awake yet, or that she had been interacting with us, but when she finally opened her eyes, she had the most lust-filled look I've ever seen on her. As I began to inch inside her, she grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling me in to the hilt and groaned, "FUCK ME NOW."

At this point I felt Alexis had to know we'd wake Dani, if we already hadn't already and she clearly didn't care, so I rose up onto my knees and gave Dani an encouraging look, hoping she would join in somehow. I had no idea what she was going do, but she played along perfectly by leaning over and kissing my wife. First, she just pecked her, almost like she was feeling her out, but Alexis responded. Then they began tonguing each other. I was in heaven if the night ended right there, but something told me it was just the beginning.....

You always hear the stories about how erotic the site of two women kissing is, but until you see it in person, you don't understand. I could feel myself getting even harder as I pumped inside my wife. Dani next took off her gown, exposing her massive breasts. They were just like I always imagined, thick and full with tight brown areolas. Her nipples, as usual were protruding about a half of an inch. She straddled Alexis' right in front of me with her back to me and they continued to kiss passionately. Her ass and pussy were right there inches from my cock. Then Alexis reached down and grabbed Dani's ass, spreading her cheeks for me to see. Her shaved pussy mound looked so good, I wished I was limber enough to bend down and lick her from behind. But my wife's pussy felt too good to stop. I was drilling into her, but her moans were stifled by Dani's tongue in her mouth. Dani then reached down and began playing with herself as she and my wife rocked to my thrusts. I could see her fingers slipping in and out of her drenched pussy. She was so wet that she started dripping down onto Alexis's stomach. I'm amazed that I lasted as long as I did, but I finally felt my balls start to tighten. I could literally feel loads of cum inching up my shaft ready to spout. I pulled out of Alexis, and before I could get two good strokes in I shot the single biggest glob of cum I've ever seen right onto Dani's ass. My wife began to rub my cum into Dani's ass as I continued to spray heaps of cum all over Dani's ass and pussy. Dani then started panting as she brought herself off. With her hand pressed on her clit, Dani ground her pussy down onto my wife, smearing my cum all over both of them. 

I lay down next to them and Dani collapsed on top of Alexis. They looked at each other and started giggling like two schoolgirls. Not wanting the episode to end, and not quite sure what to say, I smacked Dani on her ass which always seemed to get a rise out of her. Sure enough, she hopped on top of me, trying to wrestle and get me back. I couldn't hide the smile on my face as she tried to pin me on the bed with her bountiful titties hanging in my face. Within minutes I was achingly erect again. That's when Alexis finally spoke up.

"See what you did Dani, he's all hard again"

"What should we do about it?" Dani asked. Alexis said, "I'm sure you two can figure out something."

I couldn't believe my ears. Was my wife giving me the green light to fuck another woman?

I reached over to my wife and pulled her to me and began kissing her (I suppose thanking her in a way). Dani was already on top of me, so she slid down, took my cock in her hand, and guided me inside the wettest pussy I've ever felt. It had been so long since I've been with someone else besides my wife, her pussy felt amazing. It was like it was perfectly molded to fit around my cock. Dani planted her hands onto my chest and started gradually rocking back and forth as she watched Alexis and me kiss. Alexis pulled up and just watched us for a minute. She had such a lustful look in her eyes, and I knew she had to be extremely turned on to go through with this.

Dani then started kneading her tits together as she rode me. She followed that by bringing one of her nipples to her mouth and began to lick and suck it. She graciously offered the other to my wife. Alexis crawled up to Dani and stuck her tongue out. Just as her tongue made contact with Dani's nipple, my wife looked at me out of the corner of her eye. As Alexis started feasting on Dani's breasts, she started grinding harder on me. They had me so turned on, but it didn't stop me from wanting to take a bit more control. I rose up and had Dani lay back onto Alexis's lap. I wanted my wife to hold her down while I fucked her. I moved in between Dani's legs and slithered back inside her pussy. There I was deep inside another woman, as I starred into the eyes of my loving wife. I got on my knees and spread Dani's legs wide. I held them open by her ankles and started driving deeper inside her. Then Alexis grabbed Dani's legs for me. I leaned forward and pounded hard into her. I bent down and kissed Dani. Her tongue was on fire, just like her pussy. I broke the kiss and whispered to her that I wanted her to lick my wife's pussy.

Dani reached back over her head to spread Alexis' legs and lead her onto her face. My wife straddle Dani's face and I saw Dani stick her tongue up to get her first taste of pussy. Her tongue sheepishly flicked around my wife' labia. Then Alexis let go of Dani's legs and reached down and spread her lips wide for her. Dani eagerly accepted her invitation, and began licking my wife in earnest.

The sight was too much for me, without warning I groaned and unloaded more cum deep inside Dani's tunnel. I moved off of Dani and looked at Alexis. She knew precisely what I wanted and bent over into a 69 and began sucking my cum out of Dani's pussy. I thought the sight of two women kissing was amazing, but watching two women licking each other is unbelievable. Within minutes I felt my cock slowly begin to get stiff again. But I sat back and watched them for awhile, because I didn't know if I would ever witness something like this again. Alexis had her face buried in Dani's cunt, consuming the blend of our sex. Then she rose up onto her knees bringing Dani's body with her. With her head still underneath Alexis, licking her pussy, the rest of her body was being held up vertically while my wife continued to lick her. So I moved up behind Dani to help Alexis support her. Her legs were spread wide, flailing in the air as I moved in to lick her ass. I was almost nose to nose with my wife as she was licking Dani's pussy. We leaned forward and kissed, our mouths covered with Dani's sweet nectar and moved back to continue feasting on her. Dani came again, shivering as we laid her back down. Alexis stayed with her cunt hovering over Dani's face, as she continued to leisurely lick her. I moved in behind my wife and eased back into her from the back. The feeling of Dani's tongue running along my shaft as I entered my wife was incredible. I would pull almost completely out and she would tickle that ever so sensitive area under my head. I continued with lingering, fully penetrating thrust as I enjoyed the dual pleasure from both women. Dani then ran her tongue down to my balls and began sucking them. I unconsciously plunged further into my wife as the intensity of Dani's suction on my balls increased. She next slid further down to my ass and began covering my hole with her saliva. Then she pointed her tongue and penetrated my ass. I begged her to stop, trying to prolong my ensuing orgasm. She complied and redirected her attack on my wife's swollen clit. It only took a few sucks for me to feel my wife's pussy pulsing as she came. Her warm release, along with Dani's tongue work on my shaft was all I needed to finally coat Alexis's pussy with my own cum. 

The three of us fell out across the bed, spent and satisfied. We continued to kiss and hug until we drifted off to sleep. The next morning Dani went home to her husband, but not before we all showered together and played some more. We decided to keep what happened the night before a secret for now. I know Jake would love to get a chance to sleep with my wife Alexis, but until that day comes, I'll savor the night I had with his. Anytime the women want to go on a "Ladies Night", they will never get any argument from me....



Ladies' Night



Hello readers, its Rulehater, the author of the critically acclaimed series "Dangerously in Love" and "Damon's Chronicles" (at least the 5 or 6 people who read them think they are). Anyways, since I was so long and kept my readers in such hiatus, I decided to come out with this special treat to make up for my absence. 

I'd like to start off by thanking TRL for doing such an awesome job with his Country Music story. Despite the fact that I despise country music in every shape and form, I enjoyed his story so much that I just had to do the same with the genre with the most beautiful women on earth, R&B. Please ignore any blatant similarities to TRL's story - it is not so much plagiarism as paying homage to one of the most talented authors I've ever had the pleasure of reading. I also want to say thanks to KMB, Carnage Jackson, and HardGuy4, for their encouragement and suggestions. 

Please note that this is not a spinoff of 'Dangerously in Love," even if it does incorporate many of its elements. I hope you enjoy the story. Feedback is very welcome. Look out for a sequel to this story, featuring Jill Scott, India.Arie, Angie Stone, Erykah Badu, and Macy Gray. OK that was a joke. While I love all the aforementioned beautiful women, I'll rather just rather appreciate them for their splendid neo-soul music. 

If you are below the age of 18, do not read this. A word is enough for the wise. To the rest of you, do proceed with caution. None of the events described here are even real. None of the people mentioned act this way, at least to the best of my knowledge. 


Ladies' Night - An R&B Clusterfuck

"I got dreams of fucking an R&B bitch..." - The Notorious B.I.G., 'Dreams'

The music industry, as we all probably know, is nowhere near as glamorous as it seems. While there are a lot of perks involved - getting to travel all over the world, earning millions of dollars, and getting to perform on stage in front of thousands of adoring fans, there are a lot of downsides to it as well. Dealing with shady executives, living off tour buses, and learning rigorous dance routines on a regular basis is definitely no picnic, which is why, every now and then, even the most prominent recording stars opt to go on hiatus and spend an extended period of time away from all of the hoopla.

At least, that was the reasoning of Janet Jackson, arguably one of greatest and most successful female artists of our time. The last child of the most popular and infamous family in music, she had been involved in music right from when she was a kid kid, from following her older brothers, the Jackson 5, around, till she became a solo artist in her own right. Over the past twenty years, as the rest of her family had become more and more mired in controversy, and the whole world paid more attention to Michael's skin color and baby dangling than to his music, she had managed to overcome the shadows of her megalomaniac brother, and show the world that, despite coming from such lineage, she was, on her own merit, a talented artist. Now, twenty years, about ten albums, several hit movies, and countless Grammy wins and nominations later, she was completely worn out, and were in the middle of a hiatus from recording.

She definitely deserved it - her last album, "All For You," had been a success, going platinum several times over in many countries, and she had recently enjoyed box office success opposite Eddie Murphy in the sequel to the "Nutty Professor." She had also gone through an extremely difficult divorce recently from her ex-husband, whom she was secretly married to for years, and who was now threatening to blackmail her and expose secrets, both about her and the whole Jackson family.

Right now, though, none of those was on Janet's mind. In the midst of the absolute pleasure she was going through at the moment, she hardly even remembered any of that, or that fact that in about a week, she was about to commence recording material for her new album, and in the process, come out of hibernation. For in between her legs at the very moment, was one of the prettiest faces on earth.

"Oh yes baby," she was moaning, "Suck me, suck my pussy, just like I taught you, yes, exactly like I taught you. Lick my pussy and let me come all over that pretty face of yours."

Yes, Janet was bi-sexual; she loved to sleep with both men and women, and currently had a woman in her bed - the beautiful Beyoncé Knowles, lead singer of Destiny's Child, who had recently found huge solo success of her own. They had actually been sleeping together for years now, and though not regularly, since they both had busy schedules of their own, they managed to get together every now and then. The two had met long before Destiny's Child became a household name, when they were opening for Janet on tour. By chance, Janet had discovered the then 17-year-old was also into girls, and they had begun their physical relationship then.

Janet had been bi for as long as she could remember, and over the past fifteen or so years, had been in the company of numerous women, both in Hollywood and out. She had been with quite a number of famous singers and actresses, and learned a lot from them. She'd never really hid her attraction to women, and she knew that there were a lot of rumors about her rampant bisexuality, but none serious enough. Rene, her ex-husband, had caught her with women several times, and even though he had never really minded, she had been surprised when he had brought up infidelity as one of the reasons for their divorce. He had even managed to fork some money over from her in order to silence him from outing her as a lesbian to the media.

Well, her ex-husband was one of the furthest things on her mind as she continued to enjoy Beyoncé's skilled tongue all over her wet, sopping snatch.

"Yes baby, suck me, suck my pussy, make me come," she was yelling, "I love the way your tongue feels on my pussy. Oh yes."

Janet's shuddered as her orgasm hit her, and for several moments, she still felt the thunderous effect. She might regret many things in her lifetime, but she knew that the last thing she would ever regret was hooking up with Beyoncé, and teaching her many expert sapphic ways. The two of them had had so many wonderful adventures, like meeting at different awards shows and industry parties and riskily making love where there was so much danger of being caught. Beyoncé had managed to teach Kelly and Michelle, her bandmates, the joys of being with a woman, and had of course brought them over many times for them to enjoy.

"Did you like that, honey?" Beyoncé asked as she kissed Janet on the mouth.

"Like it?" she answered, "I totally loved it. You are getting better each and every time I fuck you."

"I'm going to miss you so much when you go to Europe," Beyoncé said sadly, "Have fun with all those French bimbos, and make sure none of them replace me."

'You know you'll always be my number one," smiled Janet, "besides, I'm not leaving for France for another week."

Janet was going to be in France for about a month or so, recording with a few European techno and dance artists and DJs, whose sound she wanted to incorporate into her upcoming album. 

"I wish I could come with you," Beyoncé complained, "but I still have a lot of album promotion to do, and I need to shoot the video for my second single. But I'll try and wrangle the time and come over, even if just for a weekend."

"Really? And spend a moment away from that rapper boyfriend of yours?" asked Janet sarcastically.

"Don't let's get into this argument again tonight," pleaded Beyoncé, 'I know you don't approve of Shawn, and let's leave it at that. I just want to have fun with you tonight."

"Speaking of fun, I have a terrific idea." smiled Janet.

"Does it involve loads of hot, naked females?" asked Beyoncé, "If so, I'm there."

"Indeed it does," Janet replied, "I think we should throw a party."

"A party?" replied Beyoncé, "What kind of party? Where?"

"A slumber party," giggled Janet, "We could invite a load of girls over and have an orgy to last hours."

"Ooooh, me likey," laughed Beyoncé, "But who are you going to invite? Normal females or other celebrities or what?"

"I'm thinking of inviting a bunch of other singers. You know, an R&B party," Janet suggested.

"That doesn't sound bad. Does it have to be just R&B?" inquired Beyoncé.

"Yeah" answered Janet, "and I know what you are about to ask, but Jewel is not an R&B singer, so the answer is no."

Beyoncé had recently slept with Alaskan pop/folk singer, the beautiful Jewel, and was really excited about it.

"It's OK," said Janet, noticing the crestfallen look on her face, "Maybe next time. She's not in town anyway, like you said, or she'd be here tonight. Plus, we R&B chicks need to be united, like the other genres too."

"What do you mean?" Beyoncé asked, a little puzzled.

"Remember I told you I fucked Shania Twain, right?" gloated Janet.

"Yeah," replied Beyoncé, "You lucky bitch. She is so hot."

"Well, when we were telling each other about our hottest experiences, she told me about this slumber party the country chicks had."

"All of them?" exclaimed Beyoncé

"Well, a lot of them - Faith Hill, the Dixie Chicks, LeAnn Rimes, and others," Janet replied, and not pausing to address the amazed look on Beyoncé's face, she continued, "Ever since, I haven't been able to think of anything else except how we should do the same."

"So where are we going to get so many chicks from? How do we know they'll show up, let alone be into this sort of thing?" asked Beyoncé?

"Are you underestimating me?" Janet teased, "I can count on at least three chicks who will be into it, and two other people who might be. If indeed they are, we already outnumber the others, and it's a piece of cake from thereon."

"And who are these people?" asked Beyoncé, the look on her face showing that she was dying to know

"Toni Braxton and I have slept together a few times over the past decade. Not as much since she got married, but she shouldn't be so hard to convince. Once a lesbian, always a lesbian.," joked Janet

"Go on," said Beyoncé, trying to hide her anger and jealousy that Janet had been able to bed someone as irresistibly gorgeous as Toni Braxton, and did not include her in the festivities.

"You know Tweet, right?" Janet asked, to which Beyoncé happily nodded, "Well, she and Missy Elliott have been lovers for a while now. I managed to get into her pants a few times when I was recording 'Son of a Gun' with Missy"

"Is Missy coming too?" asked Beyoncé

"No," Janet replied, "I'd have called her, she's actually been looking really good since she lost all that weight, plus she is extra freaky, you hear all the stuff she raps about, she's even a hundred times freakier in bed. But since technically, she's a rapper, she doesn't qualify"

"So I guess that rules out Kim, Eve and Foxy," commented Beyoncé, "It would have been nice to see them iron out their differences with some hot lesbian action. So who's the third surefire bet?"

"Chilli from TLC," answered Janet, "I went over to console her after Lisa died. She was crying in my arms and we ended up sleeping together in more ways than one," said Janet with a wink, "She actually told me later that she and Left Eye had been lovers for almost 10 years."

"What about T-Boz?" Beyoncé asked

"She did not have a clue," said Janet, "And Chilli wants me to keep it that way."

"Alright, so who are the other two people we are unsure about?" Beyoncé asked

"Brandy and Monica," came Janet's response, "They were fucking each other for a while, around the time they released their song together in 1998. They fell out with each other shortly thereafter. They aren't on speaking terms anymore, I don't even think they can bear to be in the same room with each other."

"So how are we going to invite both of them?" asked Beyoncé

"Easy, we'll just make them settle whatever differences they had. They are grown women now, they just need some sense talked into them. I know Monica will have no problem fucking girls, it's Brandy I'm worried about, with her being married and stuff"

"Once a lesbian, always a lesbian," said Beyoncé, echoing Janet's mantra

"You are a fast learner," smiled Janet, "That's why I like you so much"

"So who else is on the guest list?" Beyoncé asked, "I could invite Alicia"

Alicia Keys was one of the several women in the music industry with whom Beyoncé had had sex. The two multiple Grammy winners had discovered each other's penchants by accident almost a year back, and since then, had been frequent bed partners. Unlike Beyoncé, however, the piano-playing Alicia was indisposed towards the male variety 100% and focused all her energy on females. She currently had a live-in lover arrangement with rapper Eve, but their relationship was by no means monogamous, even if they did share most of the women they got.

"Doesn't she live in New York?" asked Janet, 'I doubt she'd come all the way to California just for a party."

'If I tell her what the party is about, she'll fly down here faster than you can say 'Songs in A Minor'," laughed Beyoncé as she made a reference to Alicia's diamond selling debut album.

"OK, she's added to the guest list then," said Janet, "As long as you're sure she won't be opposed."

"Opposed?" laughed Beyoncé as though Janet has just uttered the most preposterous statement; "I've never seen a bigger carpet-muncher than that girl"

"It's settled then," said Janet, "Alicia is invited."

"Hurrah," Beyoncé celebrated, "So is it just the eight of us then?"

"What about Kelly and Michelle?" asked Janet, "They are R&B too"

"Don't take this the wrong way," said Beyoncé, "They are both really hot, and I love fucking them, but if you don't mind, I'd rather they are not there."

"Why?" asked a surprised Janet.

"I've been with them so many times that it has lost its novelty," said Beyoncé, "And I just want this night to be about new stuff and sleeping with new people."

"But me and you are have been sleeping together for almost 5 years," observed Janet, "Does that mean you are tired of me as well?"

"You know I'll never get tired of you," smiled Beyoncé, "You are my first love."

"So we need some new blood," said Janet, "Any ideas?"

"You just have to invite Ashanti," said Beyoncé, "I've been dying to fuck that girl ever since I met her. I'm sure she won't be able to resist us. Plus I need to punish her for her album knocking mine from number one on the charts."

"Yeah, I was actually just thinking of her," said Janet, "Do you know many people in the media are already calling her the next Janet Jackson? I'll show her how to be the next Janet Jackson in so many ways."

'I thought I was the next Janet Jackson," grumbled Beyoncé.

"Honey, you are going to be ten times bigger than I ever was," Janet assured her, "You are much too talented."

"Thanks," blushed Beyoncé, "So who else are we inviting?"

"Amerie," declared Janet, "She is so fucking gorgeous. I flirted with her a little bit when we met at the Soul Train awards, and I got the vibe from her."

"Yeah, she is so beautiful" Beyoncé replied, "I haven't met her before, but I've seen her videos. You know I have a weakness for Asian women, especially when they are mixed with black like Amerie is."

"I'm also sending out an invitation to Claudette Ortiz from City High," said Janet.

"Nice," squealed Beyoncé, "I haven't seen her in a while. She's so pretty. This looks like it will be one hell of a party. So that makes 11 of us."

"I'm also going to be calling Tatyana Ali," smiled Janet.

"You're a fucking genius," exclaimed Beyoncé, "I haven't seen her in such a long time. What has she been up to?"

"Well, I think she decided to permanently stick to acting now, but even though she released one album, she's still a singer," commented Janet, "I met her a while ago at one of Will Smith and Jada's functions, and we've been close since then. I'm dying to get underneath her panties."

'Me too," giggled Beyoncé, "So that makes 12 of us?"

"No, there's a 13th person actually," smiled Janet slyly.

"Who?" asked Beyoncé.

"It's a surprise," said Janet, "That's all I'm going to say."

"Come on, tell me" Beyoncé pleaded.

"Just wait and see, alright," said Janet, with a gloating smirk on her face.

"So, when is this orgy of ours going to take place?" Beyoncé asked.

"Well, I leave for Paris on Saturday night, so I guess Friday night is perfect"

"Do you need me to be here early to help with arrangements?" asked Beyoncé.

"Just make sure your ass is here by 9 o'clock," said Janet, "You are a guest, so you'll arrive same time as all the other guests.

"You know I'm more than just a guest," complained Beyoncé, "or at least I hope I am."

"Indeed you are," replied Janet, "But I want you to feel like a guest and have fun on Friday night. Besides, you need all your strength for the mystery guest I am inviting for you."

"Come on, just tell me," Beyoncé cajoled, "I'll still act surprised when she comes."

"Just be patient, alright?" insisted Janet, "Friday is not too far off. Now, lay your funky pussy-eating ass down and let me give you the best orgasm of your life, at least until Friday."

* * * * *

Alicia got into her car and drove off in a stormy rage. For the second time that week, Eve had been a complete asshole, and they had gotten into a big fight. She could not figure out why, but she and Eve seemed to have hit a rough patch lately, as they kept fighting and quarrelling almost every day over seemingly trivial things. Alicia hoped this was not a signal for the end of the relationship.

Eve was usually a very loving and jovial person, and they always got along perfectly, hardly ever having any disagreements, but it all seemed to have changed. Eve did not treat her like a princess anymore, she hardly ever referred to her with terms of endearments, and she seemed to have stopped buying presents for her, whereas, in the recent past, at least, in the year since they'd been full time lovers, hardly a week ever passed by without Eve splurging, showering her with gifts of jewelry, perfume, flowers or candy. Worst of all, Eve's passion seemed to be dwindling in the bedroom. She was no longer buckwild and willing to fuck every few hours, but was totally withdrawn, hardly letting herself go during the few instances they seemed to have sex nowadays.

Alicia knew that she was in love with Eve. She slept with numerous girls on a regular basis, but none of them had the effect that Eve had on her. None of them made her feel safe the way Eve did, or act protective as thought they would never let the slightest harm befall her. None of them had Eve's sense of humor. No one could make her laugh the way Eve did, or at least the way she did up until a month ago.

She drove around in her car, circling the New York interstate highways for hours until she heard her phone ring. She was in no mood for a conversation, but hoping it was Eve who had called to apologize, she glanced at her phone. To her disappointment, it was Beyoncé's name that appeared on the caller ID. She assumed she was in the area and wanted to get together, and despite the fact that Beyoncé was extremely cool and fun to sleep with, she did not feel like getting together with anyone at the moment. She ignored the ringing, and continued to drive on.

Five minutes later, the phone was still ringing, and out of frustration, Alicia decided to answer it. Beyoncé must have something important to say if she was so insistent on talking to her.

'Hello," she said hoarsely.

"Hey girl," came Beyoncé's cheerful voice, "Get your ass over to Los Angeles this instant."

'I beg your pardon?"

"Huge party this Friday night," Beyoncé said, "You can't miss it for anything on earth.




Ladies' Night



"Beyoncé, I'm sorry," said Alicia, "But I'm gonna have to pass. I'm going through some stuff right now."

"Alicia, I don't know what you're going through, but there is no way I am going to let you miss a huge R&B orgy at Janet's. Don't let me have to come all the way to New York to drag you down, 'cos you know I will."

"Did you say an R&B orgy?" said Alicia, her interest piqued.

"Yes, Janet is having a slumber party and inviting a bunch of R&B singers. Hopefully, it will end up being one big, fat orgy," Beyoncé explained.

Alicia was about to decline, when all of a sudden, a part of her asked her if she was insane. This would be the exact thing she needed to get her mind off Eve. She would go down, crash with Beyoncé, and have fun at the party. It would also be a chance for her to meet with Clive Davis, her label boss, and start making plans for the release of her next album. She decided that she would go to LA without even informing Eve. She wasn't even going to pack anything, she would head right for the airport and catch the next plane for California.

"Expect me in a few hours," Alicia said into the phone, "I'll give you a call from the airport."

"I knew you wouldn't disappoint" Beyoncé said, hanging up.

* * * * *

A worn out Ashanti walked into her suite in the prestigious Los Angeles hotel she was staying. It had been an extremely tiring day. She had done several interviews, appeared on two different talk shows, performed for three different audiences, and done a photo shoot within 18 hours, all in the name of promoting her sophomore album. Now, she was extremely worn out and could not wait to crash. She had to be up in about five hours to start the same process over and over again, and she looked at the next week with dread.

Still, she was hard pressed to complain, as she could not believe how lucky she was. Earlier that day, she had got the news that her new album had topped the Billboard 200 in its debut week with about 326,000 sold. While a far cry from the 502,000 her self-titled debut had sold, it was still very impressive, and showed that she had managed to overcome the sophomore slump, which was not uncommon in the music industry. 

Also, she was happy that fans had not turned on her the same way they had her label mates like Ja Rule. Murder Inc, her record label, had been involved in a lot of controversy, from raids by the FBI and arrests of certain staff, to dumb conflicts or beefs with rival rappers such as 50 Cent and Busta Rhymes, who had exposed Ja Rule and his cronies as being nothing more than phonies. Most of the fans had taken the sides of Murder Inc's foes, and Ja Rule, a year ago the hottest rapper in the business, was little more than a laughing stock. However, Ashanti had been smart enough to distance herself from the controversy and still hold on to her fanbase.

Nonetheless, she was still very worn out. She wished there were a distraction from this lifestyle she was living. All she ever seemed to do was career-related stuff. She had a bunch of friends, but she never really felt like she belonged anywhere. She had not had a boyfriend in ages, and of course, no one ever seemed to want to approach her now that she was a big name star. 

Looking through her mail, which had been delivered to her room, she was surprised to see an envelope addressed by one of her idols, Janet Jackson. She was not going to open any of the letters, but she was too curious to leave this till the next morning. She opened it. In the envelope was a card, which read

"Ashanti, You have been invited to a girl's night of fun at my place. It takes place on Friday night at 9.00 p.m. prompt. RSVP me at 213-555-0212. I hope you'll be able to make it, as it will be the most fun you've ever had Janet"

Curious and puzzled, and sleep now the furthest thing from her mind, Ashanti decided to call the number on the card. Dialing on her cell phone, she brought it to her ears and heard it ring two and a half times before the sweetest voice on earth answered it

"Hello, Janet?" Ashanti responded.

"Who's this?" Janet Jackson replied.

"It's Ashanti. You sent me an invitation to your place, or at least I think you did."

"Oh yes, I did, and I hope you'll be able to make it. I won't take no for an answer," Janet said.

"OK, I'll come, I don't know where it is, though," Ashanti replied.

'Directions are at the back of the card," Janet said, "Don't be late, I will be expecting you at 9."

"What should I bring?" the 21 year old asked.

"Just bring your fine ass over, and prepare to stay all night. There'll be more than enough food and alcohol. Like I said, it will be so much fun. Good night, honey," said Janet.

"Good night," Ashanti replied, hanging up.

The young singer went to sleep feeling a little puzzled. She was of course happy and flattered to be invited, but still wondered why she was. She had of course met Janet a number of times, but they had hardly ever talked, mostly because Ashanti was in so much awe of the more experienced singer, and could hardly find words in her presence. Now, Janet was inviting her to a slumber party. She had even forgotten to ask who would be there, but she hoped she would get along.

No matter what happened, Ashanti knew that she was greatly looking forward to Friday night.

* * * * *

Toni Braxton could not believe how lucky she was. For the first time she could remember, both of her kids were fast asleep, and she had some time, if she was lucky, maybe a few hours, for herself and herself alone. Her husband, producer Keri Lewis, was out of town, and so she could spend the time doing something alone.

The 36-year-old Toni had been married for about two years now, and could not be happier with her life. Several years after becoming a huge recording artist in 1993, and many ups and downs - the ups including millions of albums sold and numerous Grammys won, and the downs including having to file for bankruptcy a few years back, she had decided to settle down and have a family, something she had wanted to do. She had given birth to two young kids, the younger one only a few months earlier, and taking care of them was a handful.

Although settling down meant a drastic reduction in the amount of sex she had, she had been willing to sacrifice that in order to build a family. She had regular sex with her husband, and while he was no slouch in the bedroom department, she still found herself getting horny every now and then. One of the biggest sacrifices she had to make as a wife was swearing off sex with women. It had been excruciatingly difficult, as she had been very actively bisexual for as long as she could remember.

Toni had grown up in a very strict household with 4 younger sisters, and their dad, a Reverend, had outlawed music, dating, or anything remotely fun from their household. The sisters had turned to each other for sexual experimentation, and Toni had very much enjoyed those sessions. They had quit having sex with each other when they grew older and left the house. 

She had never completely lost her taste for women, and had not hesitated in the slightest when a female executive seduced her shortly after signing to her label. From there on, she had been on the prowl for pussy, and being as sexy as she was, she did not get her shortage of other female stars as well as eager fans.

All the reminiscing on all her sapphic experience had made her extremely horny, and as she lay down on the sofa, she felt her pussy getting extremely wet in desire. Her husband was not going to be back for days, and she was not going to get laid anytime soon. She knew that all she had to do was call a legion of any of her former sexual partners, either male or female, and she would have her desires granted, but she loved her husband too much to cheat on him. She'd have to satisfy her own needs manually…again.

Stripping herself completely naked, she was about to start masturbating for the umpteenth time that week when the phone rang, startling her. She considered ignoring it, but she quickly decided against that line of action and picked it up

"Hey Toni," came Janet's voice from the other end, "It's been way too long."

"Janet?" Toni asked incredulously, as memories of some of her most memorable lovemaking sessions came pouring.

"Yes babe," said Janet, "I've missed you, and I know you missed me too. Don't even try and deny it."

"I missed you too Janet," Toni confessed breathlessly, before quickly coming to her senses, "I can't do this Janet, I can't. I thought we agreed not to call each other anymore after I got married."

"Toni, you know you can't deny me for much longer. You'd have cracked and called me even if I didn't call."

"That's not true," Toni forcefully insisted, trying to ignore the tingling that was coming from her pussy, which was responding to Janet's voice alone.

"You never were a good liar," Janet said, "I know your pussy is totally dripping just from talking to me. I know you are remembering the good old days. You are wishing I were there to soothe your pussy with my tongue. You miss kissing me, sucking on my huge breasts. You want…"

"STOP IT," screamed Toni, "You can't do this to me. You can't."

"I can and I will," replied Janet in a singsong voice.

"What do you want?" Toni asked pleadingly.

"Easy," Janet replied, "I want to see you again. I miss fucking you. I want to have sex with you again."

"I can't do that, I'm married," she answered.

"We both know that doesn't mean shit," Janet said softly, "Oh Toni, I can't wait to put my tongue in between your thighs and suck on your clit until you beg me to stop. I just want to kiss you all over…"

"Alright, I'll see you," moaned Toni resignedly, "When? Where? Damn, I'll do anything for you, Janet, just name it.'

"There's a party at my place on Friday night at 9.00. Don't be late," said Janet as she hung up the phone.

Toni stared at the phone for a few moments, tears of longing, frustration, and apprehension streaming down her face. How on earth could she have imagined she could go so long without this? All of a sudden, it seemed that everything over the past 2 years had been meaningless, and it would all start making sense on Friday night at 9.00.

* * * * *

Tears of a different kind were streaming down the face of another R&B singer elsewhere in Los Angeles. For the millionth time since April 30, 2002, Rozonda "Chilli" Thomas was staring outside the window at the clear summer sky, bawling her eyes out. She did not know if she would ever get over the loss of her darling friend and group mate, Lisa 'Left Eye" Lopes.

They had been through so much together, including T-Boz, the third member of TLC. Chilli and Lisa, of course, had had a stronger and more clandestine bond between them. They had been both best friends and lovers, and had managed to keep it secret for almost ten years until Lisa's untimely demise. The fact that they had successfully manage to hide it from T-Boz or anyone else for so long was almost a miracle, but that was part of Lisa's charm - she always had a way for everything.

They had been tempted to try and include T-Boz, but it just did not seem right. Besides, Lisa and Chilli's relationship was merely more than sexual; it encompassed a lot of other things as well. Lisa's carefree personality just totally complemented Chilli's more laid-back demeanor, and they just seemed to complete each other. Inviting a third girl into their bed, no matter who it was, just seemed wrong. Besides, T-Boz was the last person they knew who would take kindly to such things. If their plan backfired, and T-Boz was not interested, it would definitely spell the end of TLC. In fact, TLC came pretty close to ending several times. Lisa could be extremely stubborn, and some of her antics had caused bad blood, but all in all, the love they shared, as sisters and as friends, had prevailed. 

Which was why the death of Lisa had hit Chilli so hard. There was so much stuff she still wanted to tell her, she still wanted to hug her and hold her and kiss her, and she was gone. Never coming back. 

Hearing footsteps come from behind her, Chilli quickly wiped her tears with her eye and looked back. It was her boyfriend, 23-year-old R&B singer Usher. Usher was actually the only person she had ever loved, besides Lisa, of course. So many people had turned up their noses to the fact that she was 8 years older than him, but it had made no difference to her. He had turned out to be far more mature and sensitive than most other guys she had met. He was crazy about her, and treated her extremely well. 

"Are you crying again, honey?" Usher said as he hugged her from behind and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"I miss her so much, Usher," she whispered, "I just can't believe I won't see her again."

"Baby, you just have to get used to the fact that you won't see her, not yet. I bet wherever she is, she wants you to be happy and quit grieving over her," Usher said into her ear.

"Thanks honey," said Chilli, "you've made me feel so much better."

"I actually have another way to make you feel better," Usher said teasingly, squeezing her ass.

"Not tonight, honey" Chilli said affectionately, "I'm sorry, but I'm not just in the mood."

"It's OK, I understand," he said as he turned back and began to walk away. "Oh, by the way," he said, pausing, "I forgot why I came upstairs. This came for you in the mail today."

Reaching into his pocket, he brought out an envelope and handed it to Chilli, who suddenly froze as she saw the identity of the sender.

"Is everything OK?" Usher asked.

"Oh yes," breathed Chilli, "everything is fine."

As soon as Usher left, she hurriedly opened the envelope, and swallowed hard as she read it. It filled her with mixed emotions, and she did not know how to react. Surely, she knew that she did not want to see Janet anymore, but she could not escape the morbid curiosity that engulfed her. Picking up the phone, she began to dial the number she had tried to call so many times in the past year, but had chickened out before she quit dialing.

"Hi Rozonda," said Janet on the other end, "how nice to hear from you."

"What is this about?" Chilli asked, "I didn't know we were still friends."

"Well, I wasn't sure we were still friends either," Janet said, "considering the way you acted the last time we saw each other."

The incident to which they were referring occurred shortly after Lisa's death, and had effectively destroyed their friendship, which they had had for over 7 years. Upon hearing of the tragedy, Janet had rushed over to Chilli's house in Atlanta to comfort her. Chilli had locked herself up in her house, bawling her eyes out and refusing to see anyone. Janet had managed to persuade her to let her in, and began comforting her as she wailed.

Chilli had looked so heart-wrenchingly beautiful, and Janet hadn't been able to resist giving her a kiss to comfort her. Craving intimacy, Chilli had responded, and the kiss had grown into a full-fledged lovemaking session. Janet had been so tender with her, paying full attention to her and making sure Chilli got the maximum pleasure, as she so desperately needed to feel good.

To Janet's chagrin, however, as soon as Chilli had come, something clicked within her, and she yelled at Janet to get out of her house. A confused Janet had been rather stunned, especially as Chilli yelled out every obscenity known to man at her. Janet had left, totally puzzled. She had tried calling Chilli several times after that, but the singer had refused to talk to her. Eventually, she had to resort to stalking her, and eventually managed to accost her right in the middle of a Saks Fifth Avenue store where she was shopping with boyfriend Usher. 

Pulling her aside, she had demanded an explanation, and Chilli broke down, explaining the relationship between herself and Chilli, and how she felt she betrayed it by jumping in bed with another woman so soon after her death. Janet had tried to console her, pulling her into a hug, when Chilli had suddenly pulled away, and screamed at the top of her lungs about how Janet was trying to take advantage of her again. Security had had to come and escort both ladies out, and Janet had never felt more embarrassed in her life. She had paid huge amounts of money to keep the imbroglio out of the news, and it was the last time she had seen or heard from Chilli. 

"What's happening at your place on Friday?" Chilli asked, "Who's going to be at this slumber party?"

"Just make sure you show up. It will be nice to see you again," Janet said.

"Alright, I'll be there," Chilli found herself saying.

"I'll be expecting you," said Janet before she hung up.

Chilli questioned the wisdom of her decision to go, and eventually decided that she needed to mend fences with Janet. She had been very unfair to her. After all, Janet did not know about her relationship with Left Eye, and she had only seduced her because she was trying to make her feel better. The lovemaking had been beautiful, but that was exactly what bothered her. The fact that she enjoyed the sex so much felt like an affront to Lisa's memory. 

Still, Janet did deserve an apology. And she was going to get one, on Friday night at 9.00 p.m.

* * * * *

"Tell me the story again," Alicia Keys said, as she sat in the passenger seat of Beyoncé's Mercedes CLK on Friday night, on their way to their destination.

"I must have told you the story a million times this past week," Beyoncé answered from behind the staring wheel, her eyes not leaving the vast, open road right in front of her. 

Beyoncé and Alicia were on their way to Janet's house on the long awaited day. It had been one hell of a week. Alicia had arrived at Beyoncé's place earlier in the week, and they had pretty much done nothing except make hot, crazy, love. Well, not so much Beyoncé, as she still had a lot of work to do promoting her album. She still spent as much time as she could with Alicia, who was literally insatiable. Beyoncé could not believe that Alicia managed to make such wonderful music when she spent so much time having sex. And she had an extraordinarily numerous amount of sexual partners, apparently all over the country. 

All week, several women dropped by Beyoncé's penthouse suite, where they were staying, on Alicia's invitation. None of them seemed to be in the industry, and Beyoncé had been rather worried at Alicia's carelessness, but Alicia had assured her not to worry one bit. These women were all fans, who were so devoted that they would not harm a hair on Alicia's head for all the money in the world.

Beyoncé had had a great time with these women, but she could not help looking forward to this orgy tonight. If it was half as wonderful as Janet promised it would be, it was going to be a night to remember.

"I just think the whole story of how Janet seduced you is one of the sexiest I've ever heard," Alicia said, interrupting her thoughts.

"So, looking forward to tonight?" Beyoncé asked.

"You bet I am. I hope it all goes as well. Even if it doesn't, at least I know I'm going back home with the sexiest woman there."

"That's so sweet," Beyoncé blushed, "but don't count on it."

"You're not abandoning me for some bimbo," laughed Alicia, "besides, if you neglect me, I'll easily come up with a way to get up Ashanti's panties."

"Hey, just so you know," warned Beyoncé, no one except the three of us know that it is going to be an orgy tonight. So we just have to be quiet and go with the flow, until it's time for the prowl."

"It's going to be so hard keeping my hands off you all evening," joked Alicia, "I've never seen you look so sexy."

Beyoncé did look dazzling. She was wearing a pink bra top, as well as a very tiny pair of jeans shorts, ensuring that her entire midriff, as well as her mesmerizing thighs, was exposed. Alicia was dressed a bit more conservatively, though she still looked beautiful. She had a white wife-beater, as well as tight blue jeans.




Ladies' Night



"We're there," said Beyoncé, as she pulled in front of Janet's Malibu mansion, "Are you ready?"

"I'm always ready" Alicia said, "This is going to be so much fun."

"I'm nervous," admitted Beyoncé.

"Don't you be nervous, you're going to be all right" Alicia assured her, "Come on, give me some sugar."

Pulling her close to her, Alicia planted a deep kiss on Beyoncé's lips. Beyoncé paused for a moment before responding in full force. Wrapping her arms round Alicia, she parted her mouth and brought her tongue forward to meet Alicia's. Alicia's hands were on Beyoncé's back almost immediately, and she was untying the knot that held her bra top onto her body.

"We're going to be late," Beyoncé said, pulling away from the kiss.

"Bullshit, it's just 8.45," Alicia breathed, "We still have fifteen minutes.

"What if somebody sees us?" asked a worried Beyoncé.

"You ask too many questions," Alicia said, as she removed Beyoncé's top, "just loosen up and let go."

Alicia brought her mouth to Beyoncé's bare titties and began to suck. Beyoncé shut her eyes and enjoyed Alicia's adept tongue on her breasts. She moaned in semi-rapture as Alicia mouth circled her dark areola. She brought her hand to Alicia's head and held on to her hair, which had only recently been let loose from their braids.

"Oh yes babe," she moaned, "suck on my breasts, suck on my breasts the way you'll suck all of those bitches in there tonight."

After a few minutes, Alicia broke away, giving Beyoncé another deep kiss on the lips before handing her top back to her.

"Can't you just go down on me really quickly?" Beyoncé asked?

"I could, but I won't," replied Alicia, "You need to save all your orgasms, 'cos you are going to have as many as possible tonight."

"At least I hope so," Beyoncé said expectantly, "At least thank God for multiple orgasms. That's why dating a guy sucks. One round and they're all worn out."

"I wouldn't know," Alicia said petulantly.

"You've never been with a guy before?" asked Beyoncé incredulously.

"Not one single one" Alicia responded, "Never have, never will."

The two girls hopped out of the car and walked towards the entrance. It was about 8.55, and Beyoncé figured it was not too early. Perhaps some of the guests had even arrived. Her heart beating faster than drums at a carnival, she approached the front door, hand in hand with Alicia, who had never looked more comfortable. Beyoncé wished she could adopt Alicia's attitude of not giving a fuck. She knew Alicia must be hurting inside, as she had talked to Eve on the phone the previous day, and they had gotten into a fight, which must have been pretty intense, as Alicia was screaming at the top of her lungs. However, Alicia had not shown any signs of weakness, and she continued being her normal, horny, fun-loving self.

The front door was slightly ajar, and Beyoncé figured they should walk inside. Alicia was a bit hesitant, as she had never met Janet before. She'd seen her on several occasions, but never got close enough to talk to her. Beyoncé had assured her though, that they would get along famously.

Loud music was blaring all over the house, which was incredibly huge in size. Nobody seemed to be in sight, however. Beyoncé was a frequent visitor to the house, and knew how to navigate her way around, so still holding on to Alicia, they began to search. They searched the whole of downstairs, but to no avail - there was nobody in sight, despite the fact that the living room was decorated, and was likely to be the focal point for the night's activities. They were about to head upstairs, when Beyoncé noticed that they had not checked the kitchen yet. The fact that the kitchen door was shut made it all the more likely that Janet was there.

They opened the door, and the sight that met them, while definitely not a total shock, was still rather surprising. There was Janet, as well as sexy R&B chanteuse Tweet, making out right there against the wall. Tweet, dressed in a tight green dress, had her back against the wall, while Janet had her up against the wall, passionately kissing her, while her hands roamed Tweet's body furiously. Janet was looking ravishing, at least from behind, in a transparent white top and black shorts. They did not notice Beyoncé and Alicia's presence immediately, and continued kissing, until Beyoncé had to alert them by clearing her throat.

Upon hearing the noise, they jumped back immediately, and while Janet looked very relieved to see who the intruders were, Tweet still looked really uncomfortable, and very panicky.

"It's OK, Charlene," Janet assured her, "Beyoncé's cool. Believe me, I know. And I guess Alicia is too."

"Y'all need to be careful," Beyoncé said, "it could have been anybody. What if it was one of those innocent girls that are coming tonight? You would have ruined the whole evening."

"I didn't think you would come so early," confessed Janet.

"It's nine o' clock already," Beyoncé said, "You need a better excuse than that."

"We just got carried away," said Tweet, "by the way, I don't think we've met. My name's Charlene Keys, I believe you know me as Tweet. You can call me Charlene or Tweet, whichever one you prefer."

"I'm Beyoncé," she said, bringing her hand forward and shaking her new friend, "it's nice to meet you. I loved your album."

"I'm a big fan of yours as well," Tweet said, holding on to her hand.

"Why are you greeting each other so formally," Janet laughed, "you both know what we're here for."

"We've got all night," Beyoncé said, winking at the dark skinned beauty as she let go of her hand, "I don't believe you've met Alicia Keys."

"We were introduced once," Alicia said, as she and Tweet hugged, holding on to each other for a rather longer period of time than necessary.

"Alright, let's head towards the living room," Janet said, "I guess guests will start arriving pretty soon."

All four ladies began to depart the kitchen for Janet's living room. Alicia was looking around and admiring the expensive paintings on Janet's wall when she felt a pinch on her butt, and looking up, she saw that it was Janet. The two women smiled at each other, and Alicia felt she had never wanted anyone more.

"So what do you have in store for us, Janet?" Beyoncé asked.

"Well, we can watch a movie or two at first, then just sit back and have fun. There's loads of food if people are hungry, alcohol of course, and then we get to the fun part," Janet said breathlessly.

Alicia took a seat on the sofa right next to Tweet, while Beyoncé and Janet chatted in the corner. The two women eyed each other, and it was obvious at that point that they shared more in common than their last name. Alicia felt like making a move, but did not want to jump the gun too fast. They began to make idle chitchat.

"So when did you first…you know?" asked Tweet.

"What do you mean?" Alicia replied.

'You know…sleep with a woman," came Tweet's response.

"I've always slept with women," Alicia said, "I've never actually been with a man."

'Really?" asked Tweet, "well, I dated a few guys back in high school, but for the past ten years, I've been all about women."

"So are you seeing anyone in particular now?" asked Alicia, as, with a gleam in her eye, she rested her palm on Tweet's bare thigh.

"Well, not exclusively," the 31-year-old replied, "I'm kinda with Missy, but we both see other people on the side."

"We're both seeing rappers," Alicia laughed, "I'm with Eve."

"Interesting," said Tweet, "the four of us should get together sometime."

"Indeed we should," Alicia said, her hands moving further up Tweet's thighs and underneath her dress, "of course I hope we both have a chance to get together tonight."

"I hope so too," Tweet said, parting her legs as Alicia's hands reached her crotch area. 

"You really have 'no panties' on," laughed Alicia, "You weren't lying in that song, were you?"

"Oh no I wasn't," gasped Tweet as Alicia's finger made it's way into her pussy.

"Speaking of a song of yours," a smiling Alicia said, "answer me this. Was 'Oops…Oh My' really about masturbation?" Tweet nodded, too much into the finger action to give a vocal answer.

"I thought so," Alicia said, "I don't believe you actually thought anyone would fall for that whole story that it was about self esteem and stuff."

"Hey lovergirls," Janet said, interrupting them, "Before anyone comes, I need you to know that the four of us are the ones who are going to have to make things happen."

"What do you mean?" Alicia asked.

"Four of the girls coming are total greenhorns," Janet explained, "As far as I know, they have never been with girls before, and might be opposed to it. We need to break them in, and as expertly as possible."

"What about the rest?" asked Tweet, "Are they gonna be down?"

"Likely," said Janet, "But it will be hard. They all have some lesbian experience, but they aren't currently practicing, for some reason or the other. It's also up to us to seduce them, so that's double the work."

"So that's two girls each for us to work with," Beyoncé noted

"Yeah," said Janet, "But I have confidence in all of you. Oh, I think I hear someone coming. It's begun. Good luck, girls."

* * * * *

Claudette Ortiz was a little apprehensive as she walked through Janet's open door. She had been rather surprised to be invited over to Janet Jackson's house for a sleepover. Janet had been her favorite singer while growing up, and the 21 year old was so flattered that her idol was even aware of her existence, let alone cared so much as to invite her to her house for a sleepover. 

The past few months had been rather rough on the Puerto-Rican beauty, who was the lead singer of the hip-hop/R&B group City High. She'd broken up with her boyfriend, Ryan Toby, who also happened to be a member of the group. It had been hard on all of the group, but she kept reminding herself that the band No Doubt, had not only thrived under similar circumstances, but had derived their biggest hit from it. She was yet to write her own "Don't Speak," but hopefully, she would come up with a flash of inspiration sometime soon.

All in all, she was happy to be in Janet's residence. She did not know who else would be here, but she imagined it would be other singers. With the exception of about one or two people, she was not really friendly with anyone in the industry, and hoped she would be able to fit in with the guests at this party.

"Hello Claudette," Janet said cheerfully as she approached the young beauty, "I'm so glad you could make it."

"Thanks for inviting me," she said, smiling, surveying the other guests

"I believe you've met Beyoncé, Alicia, and Tweet," Janet said, as the three girls came forward to introduce themselves.

Beyoncé had met Claudette a few times, but had never noticed how attractive she was. She stared in desire at Claudette's jet-black long hair, which cascaded so gracefully down her back, contrasting so beautifully with her caramel skin. Beyoncé almost salivated as she stared at those supple lips, and could not help but wonder what it would feel like to take those lips in hers and kiss them. She did not realize how obvious her staring until Alicia nudged her in the elbow. Claudette, apparently was a little freaked out, and Beyoncé could have kicked herself for her carelessness. Nonetheless, she vowed that she was the one that was going to break Claudette's lesbian cherry. 

"Why don't you come into the living room?" said Janet, "Oh, there's Monica."

"Hey Monica," Beyoncé waved, as the 23-year-old singer walked in. She was dressed in a dark blue chiffon shirt with matching blue jeans, and actually looked quite tomboyish, but still extremely hot. 

"Wow, it looks like it's a full house," Monica observed as she waved cheerily at the other five ladies in the house.

Janet went ahead to formally make introductions among everybody. Beyoncé's heart, at this point, was beating extremely loud, and she was sure that Monica could feel it beat as she gave her a hug. As their breasts pressed into each other, Beyoncé wondered how far Monica would be willing to go, and whether she'd be down for any action. Monica's temper was legendary in the industry, and she had gotten into fights with more people then Beyoncé could count. 

Nonetheless, Beyoncé could not believe all of this was falling into place. Half of the invited guests were present, and everybody was looking so beautiful. She wondered who would be next. Perhaps the mystery guest that Janet was bringing for her. She wondered who that could be. Her thoughts were interrupted when TLC singer Chilli walked in. She was wearing a black T-shirt with an embroidered heart, as well as matching dark blue jeans and jacket. Beyoncé wondered why she looked so melancholy. Well, she had not exactly looked cheerful anytime she had seen her since Lisa's death. Not that she blamed her or anything. She could not imagine herself ever smiling again if anything ever happened to Kelly or Michelle.

"Sorry I'm late," Chilli said to the crowd, trying to avoid meeting Janet's eyes, "I ran into some unexpected traffic on the way here."

"Better late than never," Janet said, 'Thanks for coming, girl."

"Thanks for inviting me," Chilli said, addressing Janet for the first time. 

Beyoncé wondered why Chilli and Janet were acting so uncomfortable around each other. This was the first time she had actually seen Janet act so shy in public. One of the things that Beyoncé loved most about Janet was that fact that she was so merry and cheerful in private, as opposed to her demure public demeanor. Behind closed doors, this was the first time Beyoncé had seen any signs of being uncomfortable around Janet, and she guessed that there was more to the history of the two of them than Janet had said.

"I won't be staying long," Chilli said, "I just wanted to drop by for a little while since I promised I'd be here."

"Don't be silly," Alicia Keys cut in, "We are all staying here all night and having fun. Nobody is allowed to leave till dawn, that's the rules."

"And who made you the official rule maker," said Ashanti as she walked in, flashing her trademark smile.

"Ashanti," screamed Beyoncé, Janet, and Monica at the same time, as they rushed to hug the beautiful young singer. "I'm so glad you invited me, Janet," Ashanti gushed excitedly, "This is going to be so much fun. Have I met everybody yet?"

The other girls, excepting Alicia, stepped up to the plate to introduce themselves to the newest arrival. Alicia, a little bit apprehensive, could not believe she was feeling this nervous. She had been irresistibly attracted to Ashanti ever since she burst into the scene shortly after her own meteoric rise. Ashanti had been one of her biggest fantasies for so long, and although she had had numerous opportunities where she could have seduced her, like at awards shows and parties, she had always chickened out, despite Eve's constant encouragement. Today, however, had to be different.

"Why so quiet, Alicia?" Beyoncé asked her quietly.

"Damn, I want her so bad, Beyoncé," Alicia confided quietly.

"You'll have your chance," Beyoncé said, "I'll tone down my charm so you can get first dibs on her."

"Haha, Very funny," laughed Alicia, "But I have such a big crush on her, she's such a hot piece of ass."

"Speaking of hot piece of ass, look what just walked in," Beyoncé whispered.

Dazzling beauty Amerie had just walked in, and Alicia and Beyoncé gasped in unison. This was the first time either one of them was seeing her in close proximity, and they had no idea she was nearly as gorgeous as she was now. The beautiful half-Korean, half-African-American singer was dressed in a long-sleeved white-shirt and short floral skirt, and the simplicity of her outfit merely accentuated her beauty and Oriental features. Beyoncé and Alicia had to struggle to shut their open mouths and compose themselves well enough to make introductions to the 22-year-old singer.

The next entrant to the mansion, almost hot on Amerie's heels, was Toni Braxton. If Beyoncé was dazzled by Amerie, she was simply mesmerized by the older beauty. Toni Braxton had been the major object of her ultimate fantasies for years, even before she had acknowledged the fact that she enjoyed women. Everything from her elegant beauty to her unique, husky voice, to her stylishly skimpy costumes, turned Beyoncé on to the extreme, and she hoped that no matter how the evening turned out, she would get a chance with Toni.

Like Chilli before her, Toni looked a bit uncomfortable, not so melancholy, but more nervous. Considering the fact that she was one of the oldest women there, and virtually all the other girls were in awe of her talent and career, she looked rather fidgety, and it was obvious to Beyoncé from Toni's interaction with Janet that it was Janet who was having that effect on her.

"Well, well, well," said Janet brightly, "Almost everyone is here, only a few more people and the party is complete. This is going to be so much fun. Hold on a second."

Janet paused to answer her cell phone, which was ringing. She listened to the person at the other end, and it was obvious from the look on her face that the news that she was receiving was not 100% pleasant.

"All right, I understand," Janet said into the phone, "I hope you can still make it."

"I'm sorry, Beyoncé," Janet said to into her ear as soon as she hung up, "That was your surprise. She's going to be very late. Something important came up."

"It's all right," Beyoncé answered, "Besides, we have more than enough here to work with."

"Indeed we do," said Janet, "and here comes another."

Beyoncé had to refrain from drooling as she watched unbelievably cute singer/actress Tatyana Ali strut inside the room. Tatyana's biggest claim to fame, of course, was playing Ashley Banks, Will Smith's precocious cousin on The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. She had crossed over into music after the show had ended, releasing a moderately successful R&B in 1999. She still periodically made appearances in movies and sitcoms, but had generally not been a very big fixture on the Hollywood scene for years. 

"You like?" whispered Tweet into Beyoncé's ears.

"Yeah, she's gorgeous," Beyoncé said mindlessly.

"She's all mine," Tweet said, "So don't you dare try anything before me, but as soon as I'm done, we can enjoy her together."

"I guess everybody's here now," Amerie said cheerfully, "right, Janet?"

"Actually, one more person," Janet said, looking at Monica in an uneasy way.

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that," Monica asked, her eyes widening, only to flash in horror when she saw the next person who walked through the door.

"Hell no, I know you did not invite that bitch and I to the same party," Monica snapped as Brandy Norwood walked into the room.

"Hey everybody," Brandy said cheerfully, and turning to Monica, and with very reduced enthusiasm, said "Oh, hi Monica, you're here too."

"You're damn right I'm here," yelled Monica, "And I'm staying, so you'd better leave, cos I got here before you, and I am not going to be in the same room with you." 

"I'm not going anywhere," Brandy said coolly, "Janet invited me, you can leave if you want to."

"No one is going anywhere," Janet said firmly, "The two of you are going to behave yourselves and act like adults and act civilized around each other." With that, the two girls kept shut.

"Now girls," Janet said, "Thank you all for coming to this sleepover, I'm sure we all know each other, so no further introductions are necessary. It's going to be a fun night, I promise."

* * * * *

A while later, all egos in check, and all lesbian desires hidden, at least for the moment, all the girls were sprawled on the floor of Janet's living room, watching a movie on her big screen TV. It was a sexy sight, twelve of the most desirable women in music, laying on a heap, all dressed in the house robes that Janet had provided.




Ladies' Night



To the surprise of most of the guests, Janet had ruled shortly after the evening began that everybody had to change to white silk robes, after which she had brought out twelve matching ones. A few people definitely had some questions, but no one really objected. Beyoncé and Alicia had hoped that everyone would change attires right there in the living room, so that they would be able to see some of the goodies, but sadly, everybody had gone to change in private.

Nonetheless, an hour later, they were all comfy on the floor, eating loads of popcorn, pizza, and other snacks, and drinking champagne, which Janet had forced all of them to take. Claudette had never taken as much as a sip of alcohol in her life, but somehow, Janet managed to convince her to lose her inhibitions and try some, and in no time, she was not exactly drunk, but at least tipsy enough to make jokes and laugh really loud alongside everyone else.

The movie "Love Jones" was on, and all the girls ooooh'd and aaaah'd in delight as Larenz Tate's character serenaded Nia Long's with sweet poetry. Toni Braxton seemed to be the only one who was not having fun. She looked all tense, and almost had a scowl on her face. She was moving about shiftily, and hardly said a word to anybody.

"Are you all right, Toni?" asked Tatyana, who was seated next to her.

"I'm fine, thanks," Toni said coldly, almost taking her aback.

"Don't take it personal," Janet whispered to Tatyana, "She's going through some stuff, let me see if I can calm her down."

"Hey Toni," Janet said, as she crept to Toni's back and began to massage her back, "Damn, you are so tense, you really need me to massage you."

"I'm alright, thanks," Toni said, trying to ignore her presence and the fact that she had already begun enjoying her touch.

"So is there any of these girls right here you would love to do?" Janet hissed into her ear.

"Stop that, Janet," Toni said, "I'm married, you know I'm not into that kind of stuff anymore."

"Oh, don't say that, Toni," breathed Janet seductively, "Look at Beyoncé there. I've been fucking her for years, and she is a vixen in bed. She totally loves pussy, and you can't even imagine what she would do to you."

"I can't listen to this," Toni replied softly, not even sounding convincing to her own self.

"Oh come on," Janet continued, "Ok, if you don't want Beyoncé, maybe you'd prefer someone darker like Tweet. Or maybe Amerie, look at her, so young, she probably has not had a female tongue in between her legs yet. Imagine it were you, imagine you could put your face in between those soft, beautiful thighs and make her scream your name."

"Ooh yeah," moaned Toni, unable to stop herself.

"I have an idea, why don't you come with me," Janet said, pulling her up, "I need to give you a brief preview of what you've been missing for so long."

"Is Toni leaving?" asked a curious Ashanti, as she saw the two older women approach the living room exit, "I thought no one was allowed to leave."

"No, don't worry," Janet said, "I just need to show Toni something, we'll be back in no time, keep watching the movie."

Toni followed like a helpless sheep to its slaughter as Janet opened the kitchen door and led her inside. She was totally shivering in anticipation, totally helpless to what was about to happen. A very feeble part of her was trying to put up resistance, but every sensory nerve in her was so turned on and ready to obey every demand of Janet's. It was like she was under hypnosis. 

As soon as the doors closed, Janet pounced on her, pressing her lips to hers, and immediately bringing her hands underneath her robe.

"Oh damn, Toni," Janet moaned, "I've missed you so much, it was so hard to keep my hands off you all evening." 

"Me too," Toni cried as she leant back against the counter, Janet's weight crushing into her. She breathed out loud as her robes were yanked off her, exposing her entire nakedness. Janet's mouth immediately closed onto her breasts as she began to suck on the mounds, ravishing the feel of them in her mouth. Toni was in ecstasy, the kind she hadn't been in ages, and she ran her hands down to her crotch to accompany her sodden pussy. She inserted a finger into her own cunt, but in a few seconds, it was slapped away and replaced by one of Janet's own fingers. She yelled as Janet's skilled fingers circled her pussy, going in and out of her hole, and applying pressure against her engorged clitoris.

"Oh yes Janet," she moaned, "suck my breasts, and keep fingering me, Oh yes, I need this, you are so good, Janet."

Her own arms were wrapped around Janet's neck, and she looked as though the ecstasy was almost unbearable. She had not thought this kind of pleasure possible. It seemed even better than she remembered. All week, she had been touching herself in anticipation of this rendezvous. Although she kept telling herself that she was going to shun any advances Janet made, she knew within herself that she was powerless against Janet's charm. Despite the numerous orgasms she had received at her own hand over the past few days, something was missing, and she did not in any way feel satisfied. Janet was giving her that extra something that she had been craving for so long, and she was totally loving it.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you," Janet said suggestively, "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I want you to fuck the hell out of me," Toni pleaded, "Just stick your fingers and me and give me all the pleasure you want. Make me come all over your hands."

"Your wish is my command," smiled Janet, as she promptly started working hard on Toni's pussy. Kneeling down, she began to kiss the mound of hair that was just above her crotch, she inserted two fingers into Toni's pussy and furiously began to insert in and out, Toni's body swaying in a rhythmic motion as she enjoyed the penetration.

"Oh yes, Janet, your fingers are so nice inside of me, oh yes," she was screaming. She did not care if any of the other girls heard and came running to see what the matter was. She was in lesbian heaven right now, and did not care about earthly matters, such as the public relations nightmare that would occur if such an event happened. 

"Oh yes Janet, I need you to rub my clit now," she moaned, "Rub my fucking clit."

Still smiling, Janet obeyed the request. She loved the way she could turn Toni from a responsible mother of two to a sex monster just with a snap of her finger. She had not even batted an eyelid when Toni had informed her a couple of years earlier that she was giving up on all her numerous sexual partners of both sexes, since she wanted to concentrate on her marriage. Toni was too sexual a person in nature to have only one sexual partner, and Janet knew this well. She had allowed Toni some time to establish hr marriage, but now, she wanted her back, and she had her at the tip of her finger, absolutely at her mercy. She possessed the power to give Toni the best orgasm she had had in two years, or hold it back and frustrate her, even coerce her into carrying out her bidding.

"Oh yes, I'm about to come right now," Toni said, "Make me come, make me come right now."

"No," Janet suddenly said, pulling away

"What?" Toni shrieked, looking as though she would die, "I need this, I totally fucking need this."

"But you're a married woman," Janet said, struggling to contain her laughter and talk with the straightest face possible, "You asked me to respect that and I want to. I don't want to force you into anything that you don't want to."

"But I want you to," cried Toni, tears of want running down her cheeks, "I totally want you to."

"What about your husband?" Janet asked solemnly, "But you love him, you don't want to cheat on him."

"Janet, please," Toni begged, "I'll fucking do anything you wane me to, just don't leave me hanging like this. Please make me come."

"Are you sure about what you said?" Janet asked, brightening up, "Do you really want that orgasm?"

"Yes," Toni honestly replied, "I'll die if I don't come tonight, I'll do any freaking thing it takes."

"Alright then," Janet said, "Out there in the living room is an extremely gorgeous girl named Amerie. I am sure she has never been with a girl before, and doesn't know how good it is. She's your assignment for the evening. You have to get her alone and seduce her, and totally make her fall in love with pussy. After that, you can come back and join the orgy."

"Orgy?" asked Toni, looking like she had just won the lottery.

"Indeed," Janet smiled, "What do you think all this was for? Why don't we head back to join the rest of the girls? The sooner you can get started, the sooner she can become a girl lover like us, and we can start the freaking orgy."

* * * * *

"Sometimes I have to fight 'cos my mouth too slick…"

Those words from Monica's current no. 1 hit, "So Gone," proved to be truer than anyone at the party could have believed. Back in the living room, for the umpteenth time, Monica and Brandy were snapping at each other and exchanging snide comments. All night, Monica had been acting extremely hostile, making sarcastic comebacks to every comment uttered by Brandy, and going out of her way to make her miserable. 

Brandy was trying her best to ignore the bellicosity being spewed by her former friend. She had been trying to adhere to the "turn the other cheek" school of thought, but it was proving to be much harder than she could have ever imagined. This was the first time she was in the same room with Monica for about five years, ever since a few months after their mega-successful duet, "The Boy is mine." Who could have known that the theme of the song would actually come to life?

Returning her attention to the movie, Brandy continued to watch. She was hurting deep inside, as she did not expect Monica to still hate her so much after all this while. She had already forgiven Monica for everything - she had moved on way past that stage of her life, and it was unfortunate to see that Monica, apparently, had not.

"This Larenz Tate is so fine," Amerie commented, while they were watching a steamy love scene in the movie.

"Yeah," Brandy said, "Too bad he's married."

"As far as I know, Brandy," Monica said sharply, "that never stops you from moving in, you man-stealer."

"I've had it with you, Monica," Brandy suddenly said, surprising the rest of the guests, "Whatever happened between us was five years ago, why can't you just grow up and move past that?"

"Are you trying to call me immature?" Monica asked firmly, "Because I'll show you I am not immature, I'm not the crybaby who used to cry over everything, or the spoilt brat that wanted everything done her way."

"Just shut up," Brandy yelled, "Stop being such a bitch."

"Don't you call me a bitch," Monica said, moving up to Brandy and shoving her, "Don't you call me a fucking bitch."

"I'll call you whatever I want to call you," Brandy replied, pushing Monica back.

"I whooped your ass back in '98, and I'll do it again," screamed Monica, trying to wrestle free from the grip of Alicia, who was holding her so that she would not attack Brandy again.

"You did not whoop my ass," Brandy corrected, "you were just biting and pulling my hair. That is not fighting."

"OK, you want me to prove I can whoop your ass, because I'll do it now," Monica yelled, still managing to break free.

"Why don't you spend the energy on trying to make good music and actually gain some talent instead of acting like a hood rat?" cried Brandy, who suddenly lunged for Monica, and had to be held by the combined power of Chilli and Tweet.

"Fuck you," Monica screamed, "How dare you talk about talent? My album was number one. You had to put your pregnancy on MTV just to sell a few records."

"Don't you dare say that again?" bellowed Brandy in anger, "At least I did not have to lick pussy just to beg Missy to be write my song just to have a hit. Don't think I don't know about that, slut."

"OK girls, I've fucking had it with you," declared Janet as she walked back into the room with Toni, "what is wrong with you?"

"I don't want to hear it," she shouted, as both Monica and Brandy started shouting explanations about what the other one had done, "Shame on you. Shame on the both of you. I invited both of you thinking you'd matured enough to iron out your differences, but you're still acting like ghetto teenagers."

"Sorry," they both said in unison to Janet.

"You need to realize you're grown up. Brandy, you are a mother now, and Monica, you're not a kid anymore either. We all have to stick together and be friends. How are we artists going to fight the labels and make them respect us if we are bickering amongst each other?"

"We're sorry," they said again.

"I'm going to lock the two of you up in a room," Janet said, "and I do not want either of you to come out until you are friends again, and have buried whatever beef you have between each other."

* * * * *

Brandy and Monica stared at each other, the rage apparent in each young woman's eyes. They were in Janet's guest bedroom, to which they had been confined until they set aside their differences. It was a rather spacious and beautiful room, with some Eastern paintings on the wall, and a king-size bed, which was adorned with luxurious red sheets. Brandy sat at the foot of the bed while Monica paced around the room, muttering to herself.

"It's been ten minutes," Brandy said after a while, "Should we just go and tell Janet that this is not going to work?" Monica ignored her.

"I don't believe you," Brandy continued, "You always were stubborn, but not even I would have imagined you'd carry such a silly grudge up till today."

"It was your fault," Monica said, addressing Brandy for the first time since they were in the room.

"I don't care whose fault it is," Brandy said, "It was five years ago, we've come a long way since then. So much stuff has happened to me, and from what I hear, a lot of stuff has happened to you too. I assumed we would be past that."

"It was a pretty silly fight, huh?" reasoned Monica.

Since both girls burst into the music scene with successful debuts in the same year, there had always been a rivalry being set up by the media, either real or imagined. Brandy was only a year older than Monica, and since they bother were immensely talented and successful in the same genre of music, several reports had arisen in papers and magazines about hatred and jealousy among the two girls, despite the fact that they had never really talked to each other before.

In 1998, at the height of both girls' fame, their labels had decided to capitalize on this rumored feud by having both girls do a duet, where they actually pretended to be fighting. A homage to Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney's legendary "The Girl is Mine," their duet was titled "The Boy is Mine," where both R&B ingenues crooned about how they were fighting for the affections of a boy. The song had been an instant hit, remaining on top of the Billboard Hot 100 for over ten weeks, and ensuring multi-platinum success for both their sophomore albums. 

The two girls had struck up a friendship while recording the album, and had been surprised as to how much they had hit it off. Brandy was 19 years old at the time, with Monica just a year younger, and they found that they had a lot in common, having been performing all their lives and spent the better part of their adolescence in the spotlight. In no time, they had become inseparable, as they spent the bulk of the summer traveling together to promote their record. Their personalities meshed well - Brandy was a gentle, silent soul, who was terrified of confrontation, while Monica was extremely lively, outgoing and sharp, and very confrontational. Different as they were, they managed to get along extremely well.

One night, at a sleepover at Monica's, the two girls had taken their relationship to the next level. It had started with a small kiss, which happened almost by accident, and they had been surprised to see how enjoyable it was. They had kissed again, and savoring the sensation, spent the entire night in the arms of each other, kissing, touching and feeling. Over the next few weeks, they had gone one step further at a time, so that they regularly made hot and passionate love whenever they could find the time and privacy.

The funny thing though, was that they never discussed their newfound relationship with each other. They carried on as friends, and when they were in the company of others, you would not suspect a thing, but as soon as they were alone, it was immediately back to making love to each other. Not once did they discuss their activities with each other. They actually still talked about guys they were attracted to, and did not necessarily acknowledge the fact that their sleeping with each other meant anything.

It was the week of the MTV Video Music Awards in 1998, where both girls were to perform their hit duet. It was an eventual week at the Radio City Music Hall in New York, where they rehearsed over and over again. It was shaping up to be a success and one of the high points of the evening. The afternoon of the awards show, Danny, a male friend of Monica's of whom she had a crush, came to their set to visit. 

Monica had confided in Brandy several times how much she liked Danny, and how she hoped he would ask her out. However, Brandy could not help being attracted to Danny as well, especially since he seemed to be paying attention to her, and almost flirting. Brandy got the feeling that it was she, and not Monica, that Danny liked, but did not know how to inform her friend. Her suspicions proved to be right when Danny had stopped by her dressing room and told her how he felt. The two of them had been kissing when Monica walked in and threw a fit.

Ignoring Danny's presence, she screamed at Brandy about how she was a slut and man-stealer, and called her many mean and hurtful things. Brandy had initially felt guilty, but as Monica continued to insult her, she could not help talk back, and in no time, the two girls were in a war of words. Several people who were backstage tried to intervene, but they ignored everyone. To Brandy's shock, Monica had physically attacked her, and she had hit back, and in to time, they were on the floor, hitting and fighting and clawing and scratching. They had been separated, and despite the fact that Monica had a black eye, and Brandy was bleeding at the scalp, they were fixed up well enough so that they could hold their performance that night, without viewers noticing anything wrong.

That had been the last night they had laid eyes on each other. Brandy had tried to get ahold of Monica a few times, but to no avail. She decided to give up long ago, and in no time, shut the entire incident with Monica out of her head. She had not been with any girl since then, but it surely was a memorable summer, which she did not think she would ever forget.

Five years had passed, and a lot had happened since then. Brandy had gone on hiatus, ending her successful TV show and secretly gotten married with a lovely daughter, and while her comeback album was moderately successful, her short marriage seemed to be on the rocks. Things were even worse for the 23-year-old Monica. She had gotten engaged to her boyfriend of a year, and endured the most painful experience ever when before her very eyes, her boyfriend locked himself inside his car and committed suicide. She did not think she would ever endure the trauma of watching her fiancé blow his own brains out in her presence, while she was powerless to stop it, and could only watch in tears. The experience had sobered her, and after a long hiatus from recording, had come back with a new album, which was doing well on the strength of songs she recorded about the incident with her boyfriend.




Ladies' Night



It suddenly dawned on her as she sat in that room with Brandy that their fight was not only unnecessary, but in the light of everything that had happened since then, outrageously petty. Perhaps it would not hurt to have her old friend back.

"I'm sorry for everything, Brandy," she said honestly, sitting next to her.

"I'm sorry too," apologized Brandy, "it was my fault, I knew you liked Danny, I shouldn't have kissed him."

"We'll just call it a truce then," Monica said, as she took her newly reacquainted friends in her arms in a hug

"Where is Danny these days, by the way?" asked Brandy.

"I thought you knew', laughed Monica, "I haven't seen him since that day - VMAs 1998."

"Neither have I," Brandy said, "so our fight was basically over nothing."

"Pretty much," Monica said, "By the way, I heard about your divorce, I'm really sorry."

"Robert and I are not divorced yet" Brandy said, "we are separated though, but we are raising Sy'Rai together. She is such a lovely little girl, you should see her, you'll definitely love her." 

"I can't wait," Monica said, "I actually watched your entire MTV reality series."

"Monica," said Brandy solemnly, "there's really something I need to talk to you about."

"Don't say it," Monica said, placing her finger on Brandy's lips, "I know what you're about to say, and I remember too, I've thought about it a lot over the years."

"What?" asked Brandy.

"You know, the stuff me and you used to do when we were alone, that we used to pretend didn't happen," Monica said gently, smiling.

"Actually," smiled Brandy, "That was not what I had in mind, but thanks for bringing it up."

"Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed," confessed Monica, "You must think I'm some pervert or something."

"No," answered Brandy, "I actually was hoping you'd bring it up. I was scared to do so myself. I've also thought about it a lot."

"It was a lot of fun, huh?," asked Monica.

"Oh yes, it was amazing," Brandy said, "I actually missed it a lot."

"I missed it too," Monica said, looking into Brandy's eyes.

The two young women looked into each other's eyes for almost a minute as they sat there in Janet's bedroom. Neither one was sure who began to lean in first, and either one would probably have sworn on oath that it was the other, but the two women began to lean in for a kiss, and their lips met halfway.

Neither one of them did anything for a while, they just sat there with their lips touching, before Brandy took the initiative, using her lips to part Monica's, and sticking her tongue in. It was just like she remembered it from all whose years ago - so soft and tender and inviting, unlike the coarseness of the few guys she had kissed. She placed her arm on Monica's neck and continued kissing her, rubbing her soft skin. She shook slightly in delight as their tongues met, caressing each other in a circular motion. They broke off the kiss after about a minute.

"Wow, that was as good as I remember," Monica said.

"It's even better," Brandy corrected.

"So do you really want to go ahead with this?," Monica asked, rubbing Brandy's braided hair.

"Yeah," Brandy whispered, standing up to ensure that the door was locked.

"If only Janet knew how much of our differences we were going to bury when she locked us in here," smiled Monica as she stood up and walked into Brandy's arms.

The two women kissed again, this time with fire and passion, reminiscent of several of their lovemaking sessions when they were girls. Brandy held on to Monica for dear life, drinking into her, her hands roaming all over her body. Monica's hands were on Brandy's ass, and she squeezed on to it as her tongue searched Brandy's mouth. 

Both girls began to slowly and stylishly pull each other's robes aside until they were both completely in the nude, their nakedness meshing into each other. Brandy had not experienced something so erotic, and she couldn't believe how hot and wet she was getting. There was an insatiable tingling right in her pussy that needed to be quenched, a deep itch right in between. Her breast was being grabbed by Monica's left hand, and she thought she would die from the pleasure. She needed some gratification from her pussy, and decided to press it against Monica's legs. Moving her ass forward, she pressed her crotch against Monica's thighs. It was such a relief, and she almost felt like she was seeing stars. She continued to grind her pussy against Monica's thighs "Oh yes, that feels good," Brandy said, pushing Monica to the bed, and then getting on top of her, spreading her legs apart.

Holding on to Monica's right leg and raising it up high, she placed one of her own legs underneath it so that their pussies could make contact. It was almost like a pair of scissors the way their legs lay intertwined with each other. Brandy pressed her vagina hard against Monica's and both girls groaned in delight as the pleasurable sensation hit them. The soon began to grind their pussies rhythmically, their respective clits making contact with each other as they pounded each other

"Oh yes, Brandy," Monica yelled, "Fuck me harder, harder, this feels so good"

"Yes Monica," Brandy screamed back, "your pussy feels so soft and hard against mine, oh fuck me, please fuck me."

Brandy was so aroused, her labia swelled to the maximum with desire, while her clitoris sent electric bolts to the rest of her body. While she considered herself a sexual person, she had not really had that many sexual partners in her lifetime. She'd had about three boyfriends before she got married, none of who was particularly a tiger in bed. Sex with her husband, Robert, had been great while they were dating and just after they got secretly hitched, but it soon became monotonous and boring, and had been one of the factors, though not a very huge one, why their marriage had failed to work. In any case, Monica was the only person that Brandy had ever had sex with who had really satisfied her and made her feel fully sexual. During the long period of time she and Monica had been feuding, she had thought about the sex she shared with her friend so many times, but blind pride had prevented her from doing anything about it.

Monica, on the other hand, had enjoyed a few lesbian experiences since 1998, when she stopped talking to Brandy. While she was still very straight, and continued to date a number of men, she had dabbled with sleeping with women every now and then. None of them had felt as good as it was with Brandy, or possessed that extra something that made it special. As she lay in the bed, her cunt pressing into her former friend's, she cursed herself for allowing such a minor issue to cause such a big rift. Well, they seemed to have put it all behind them now, and there was so much time in the future to make amends.

"Oh yes Monica," announced Brandy as she continued pumping into her friend, "I'm about to come, I'm about to come."

"Me too," shrieked Monica as she felt an explosion coming.

Holding on to Brandy and pulling her as close as she possibly could, it hit her, temporarily nullifying all the senses in her body. She looked up at Brandy, who was glistening in sweat, her eyes still shut, undoubtedly from the orgasm she had just received. Bringing her face down, she gently kissed Brandy on the lips, before releasing her.

"Now, I want you to eat the hell out of my pussy," demanded Monica, spreading her legs.

* * * * *

Janet smiled to herself as she carefully eavesdropped on the activities of Brandy and Monica in her guest bedroom. Her plan had worked. Unless her ears were strongly deceiving her, the two girls were already fucking like rabbits, much to her delight. She praised herself at her stroke of genius, and hoped the rest of the night would go as smoothly.

Taking a quick glance at the rest of the room, she began to form some strategy in her head. The movie was over now, and the girls were watching some "Sex and the City" DVDs, though no one seemed to be paying attention. Tweet, Amerie and Tatyana were playing cards on the center table, while Beyoncé and Claudette were engaged in some conversation, which seemed to be going well, as they were both laughing hysterically, while Ashanti and Toni were looking through some old Jackson family albums.

"What's up, Janet?" Alicia said, coming to join her.

"I should be asking you the same question," Janet answered, "Who do you have your sights on? And how far have you come?"

"I really want to fuck Ashanti, you have no idea how bad," Alicia replied, her eyes set on the object of her fantasies.

"So go for it," Janet urged.

"I don't know why, but I'm so nervous," admitted Alicia, "I've never wanted anything this bad."

"Nervous?" Janet asked, surprised, "from what I've heard of you from Beyoncé, you're the last person I'd expect to be scared"

"I ain't never scared - East. I ain't never scared - West," Alicia rapped, imitating the current rap hit by Bonecrusher, causing Janet to laugh.

"I really am never this scared about anything," Alicia said, "I am just so scared it will blow up in my face. And I've seduced my fair share of girls, and never failed once. Why does this have to be any different?"

"Having seduced more than a fair share myself," Janet smirked, "I guess it wouldn't be improper for me to give you a few pointers."

"Go ahead," Alicia signaled.

"Why don't you ask her if she wants to go for a swim in the pool?" Janet suggested, "It's dark, sexy, and you'll be all alone. There's no way you'll fail."

"Alright, pool it is then," Alicia said, brightening up, "I can do this." 

Giving Janet a quick peck on the lips, she went over to join Ashanti and Toni where they were going through the pictures. Janet looked round for her prey, and there it was. Alone at a corner of the room, and the only one who was actually watching the TV, Chilli sat, looking extremely reserved, and giggling to herself at Kim Cattrall's quips on the episode she was watching.

"Having fun?" Janet asked as she approached the TLC singer.

"Yeah I am," Chilli responded quietly, "Thanks for asking."

"You don't look like you are," Janet said, "You've been frowning all evening, and are basically not talking to anyone. That's against the rules."

"I'm sorry," Chilli apologized, "I'm just not in a very good mood tonight."

"I can tell. Is there anything I can do to lighten your mood?" asked Janet with a wink

"I thought we were past this," Chilli said rather loudly, and then lowered her voice when several of the guests turned to see what was wrong, "Whatever happened was in the past, it was only once, and a mistake."

"What are you talking about?" asked Janet, "I simply was wondering if you wanted to relax in the Jacuzzi or play cards or anything. I didn't think you were going to misconstrue the situation so badly."

"Oh," said Chilli rather uncomfortable, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to accuse you of anything."

"You hurt my feelings, Rozonda," Janet said, addressing her by her full first name, "and I'm not just talking about tonight."

"I am so sorry, Janet," Chilli said, "I didn't mean to be such a bitch, I was just so confused, and that seemed the only logical way to react."

"Well, I'm still quite hurt," Janet said, "You made me feel so bad."

"I am sorry once again," Chilli further apologized, "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

"Well," Janet said, smiling inwardly as her cards began to fall into place, "I just really want to talk, maybe if we can discuss why you acted like that, and clear what you were going through at that point, we both might feel better."

"That's not a bad idea," agreed Chilli, "You wanna talk now?"

"Yeah, but not here," Janet said, "Why don't we go to the Jacuzzi upstairs and we can have a long, relaxing conversation."

"That sounds fair," Chilli said, standing up and following Janet, who was already on her way out.

"Hey," Ashanti called out, "Where are you guys going?"

"We're just going to be a minute," Janet called from the doorway, 'I assure you that you won't even miss us."

"I feel like going for a swim. Does anyone want to join?" Alicia asked round the room, directing the question to Ashanti in particular, "Janet has an awesome pool, and it's really warm"

"I don't mind going for a swim," Tatyana said

"No way," Tweet cut in, "You are not going to get out of losing just like that. You have to stay and finish your game."

"All right, all right," complained Tatyana.

"So Ashanti, why don't you come along, it will be nice." Alicia pleaded, "You can keep me company. I don't want to swim alone."

"All right, scaredy cat," Ashanti joked, "I'll come with you. But I don't have a swimsuit with me. Maybe I should ask Janet for one."

"No," Alicia said boldly, "We're girls, right? There's not exactly anything we're hiding."

"OK, then," said Ashanti, surprising Alicia, who had expected a much harder fight to convince the young beauty to strip naked, "Skinny-dipping should be fun. Race you to the pool."

All the girls present, even the straight ones, were amazed when Ashanti dropped her robe in front of all and sundry, and began running out of the pool. Alicia overcame her shock in time to drop her own robe as well, and run out of the room, her eyes set on Ashanti's cute ass, which wiggled as she ran as fast as she could.

"Wow, that was funny," said Toni as she watched the two younger singers go, "Ashanti just left me without even wondering who would keep me company."

"Why don't you come and play cards with us, Toni," offered Tweet, "there's room for one more."

"I think I'll do just that," said Toni, glad at the opportunity to interact with her prey for the evening. Sitting next to Tatyana, and opposite Amerie, who was seated next to Tweet, she took the deck of cards that was dealt for her.

"Hey, Beyoncé and Claudette," Tweet called out, "do you guys wanna play?"

"No, we are just fine," Beyoncé said.

All night, Beyoncé had been with Claudette, the two girls bonding as they spoke. Beyoncé couldn't believe how irresistibly cute the Puerto Rican singer was up close, and had to restrain herself from making a move before it was too soon. The two girls had been consuming lots of alcohol, much more than anyone who was present. While Beyoncé had no problem holding her alcohol, it was the very first time Claudette had imbibed one drop of liquor in her lifetime.

"Oh my God, I can't believe how drunk I am," Claudette was saying, in the midst of her hysterics and giggles.

"I don't believe you never drank before," Beyoncé answered, "Why is that?"

"My dad was very, um, strict," Claudette said, slowing down, 'He said I must not…. oh my God, I feel faint."

"Are you alright?" Beyoncé asked.

"I feel so faint, like I need to lie down," Claudette said.

"Why don't I take you to the second guest bedroom?" offered Beyoncé, "I'll put you to bed and stay with you till you fall asleep"

"I'm not sleepy," mumbled Claudette, 'I'm gonna be fine."

"No, I'm worried about you," insisted Beyoncé, "Come on, I'll take you up."

Grabbing Claudette's arm and placing it around her neck, she lifted the fellow 21-year-old from her seat, and began to move, dragging her along. She could feel Claudette's soft breast pressed against her elbow, and she smiled in anticipation of what she knew was in store for her. 

"OK girls, I'm taking Claudette to bed, she's drunk," Beyoncé called out to the rest of the room as she reached the door.

"Are you gonna be back soon," Tweet asked.

"It all depends," she answered, winking at the 31-year old.

Upon reaching the room she knew and loved so well, Beyoncé opened the door and sat Claudette down on the bed. She had so many fond memories of this room. Beyoncé had spent so much time in Janet's house over the past few years, and as she was here so often, Janet had practically offered that room to her. Although it was not officially Beyoncé's room, Janet had set it aside, and always kept it furnished, on the event of Beyoncé dropping by unexpectedly. Beyoncé had lost count of the number of passion-drenched, tension-soaked, lovemaking sessions that had occurred in that room with Janet, herself, and the occasional groupie. Putting on the CD player, she saw that the CD in rotation was none other than the sensual "Lover's Rock" by Sade. She couldn't think of any more appropriate music to be playing.

"Are you alright?" asked Beyoncé again, placing her hand on Claudette's shoulder

"Yeah," she answered, "but I think I have a slight migraine"

"I think I know what might make that feel better," Beyoncé said into Claudette's ears, slightly sliding her hand down from its resting place, so that Claudette's robe slipped off, exposing her shoulder.

"What's that?" asked Claudette softly, facing Beyoncé, so that her face was a mere one or two inches away.

Beyoncé paused for a minute, staring into Claudette's hazel eyes. She could not believe how attracted she was to her, and knew that at long last, the moment of reckoning had arrived. She was about to jump the broom, about to set desired events into motion. She was about to reach the point of no return, about to make or break the evening. She moved her face forward and kissed the honey-skinned beauty.

Encountering no resistance, she continued to kiss, deepening it from a mere brushing of the lips to a full kiss. She was putting her arms around Claudette when she was suddenly stopped.

"What are you doing?" Claudette asked, 

"I just kissed you," answered Beyoncé, "didn't you like it? I could tell you did."

"But you're a girl," Claudette said, the reality of her words hitting her as soon as she said it.

"YOU'RE A GIRL," she screamed, "Why did you just kiss me? I'm not into that kind of thing?"

"Calm down, Claudette," Beyoncé said, standing on and holding on to her arms, "You just said you weren't feeling good, and I thought you'd like that. Didn't you like it?"

"Yes, I did," Claudette admitted, "but I…no I didn't…this is too weird…is this a dream?"

"This is not a dream," Beyoncé said, holding her on the waist and pulling her closer, "It is real life and I'm real. I'd like to kiss you again."

"But I don't want to," Claudette said, "I mean, I want to, but it's just too weird. I feel so light headed, I don't even know what's going on."

Thoughts were spinning all around Claudette's head at that very moment. Beyoncé had just kissed her, and she had liked it. But only women who were lesbians kissed each other, so would that mean Beyoncé was a lesbian? Or even more baffling, could she herself be a lesbian, since the kiss had felt so good? 

"Claudette," Beyoncé said gently, holding on to her face with both palms, 'I know you probably have a lot of thoughts since you haven't done this before. But I need you to stop thinking, OK? Just let go and loosen up and I'm going to make you feel so good, better than you've ever felt before."

"OK," said Claudette softly, looking into Beyoncé's eyes.

Having been given the green light to proceed, Beyoncé gently kissed her again. The lips felt so soft and warm, and Beyoncé smiled to herself as soon as Claudette parted her own mouth, causing Beyoncé to proceed with her tongue. She then brought her hands to Claudette's chest and gently slid the robe open, placing her palm on her bare breast. Claudette shuddered a little, mostly out of pleasure, and Beyoncé, encouraged at the reaction she was getting, continued. She gently continued to remove the robe until it completely came off her body, and Beyoncé took hers off as well.

Claudette's radiant body shone in the dim light of the room. Her skin looked so luminous, and Beyoncé could not believe how beautiful she was. Her entire body was perfection.

"You are so beautiful, Claudette," Beyoncé whispered in her ear, "You deserve to be made to feel good, and I'm going to make you feel awesome."




Ladies' Night



It was Thursday night, ladies' night at the local Sheraton's hotel bar. This was always the happening place in town because the DJ was the best and everyone in the whole city would go there to hang out, drink, and dance. Well, I called several friends and tried to get them to go out with me, but no one wanted to go for various reasons. I said heck, I'll just go by myself. I thought since my none of my friends were going, I would dress a little sexier than normal because there would be no one to give me grief about it.

First I put on my pink mesh low-rise thong from, where else, Victoria's Secret. Then I matched it up with my new pink Angels IPEX push-up demi bra from Victoria's Secret. Next I found a tight pink cotton/Lycra midriff baring top to put on along with a tight pink cotton/Lycra mini-skirt that went to just below my butt cheeks. I chose a pair of pink fuck-me heels that were about 4" tall to complete the outfit.

For makeup, I had purple eyeliner, hot pink lipstick, pink blush on my cheeks, light pink and hot pink eyeshadow, and deep purple mascara. I teased my hair plenty, brushed it up a lot, and sprayed plenty of hairspray on, knowing how much guys like long big hair. I thought I looked pretty darn hot, but I guess I'll see how hot when I get to the bar.

I had my answer when several guys with big grins on their faces said hello to me just as I walked into the atrium of the Sheraton hotel. I went into the bar and the place was hopping. I found a small table on the side of the dance floor and sat down. Within a few minutes, a guy stepped up and said hello and asked if I'd like to dance. I said yes and he led me to the dance floor. It was a fast dance song and we were getting down. He was watching my body the whole time as I danced with him; in my mind I felt like dancing for him, so I moved my body really sexy, swaying and gyrating my hips, undulating my stomach back and forth, and squatting down intermittently. I could tell he was getting turned on because I could see his bulge and, of course, that turned me on to see that he was getting aroused! The song finished and we walked back to my table and he bought me a drink and chatted for a few minutes before he excused himself to go the men's room.

The minute he left two big guys, one black, one white, came up and sat down. They asked if I recognized them and I said no. 

They said, "Oh really, you have not seen us on TV; we play football for the Arena Football Team, the Dallas Desperados." 

I told them, "I am sorry but I do not watch Arena Football."

One guy said, "Oh that's alright; it doesn't matter anyways. We just wanted to come over and tell you how hot you were looking and what a sweet booty you had!"

I said, "Thanks!"

Then a slow song came on, Christina Aguilera's "Beautiful", and the black guy, James, asked, "Would you care to dance, Candi?"

I replied, "Sure, let's dance."

We walked to the dance floor and, once there, he wrapped me up with these big strong arms. This guy was huge and I kinda disappeared into his arms. He was holding me close, rubbing my tits against his lower chest and abdomen. His crotch was at the level of my lower abdomen and I could feel his dick through his slacks getting hard against my stomach. 

He was now reaching down with his hands to cares my ass through my mini-skirt. Since the skirt was so tight, he was essentially just squeezing my ass right there on the dance floor. There was a mirror on this wall of the dance floor and my back was to it. I am sure that everyone could see him feeling my ass. Next he started pulling my skirt up slowly and showing my ass and my thong to everyone. 

He seemed to be really into the slow dance, but I have a feeling he knew exactly what he was doing back there! He then started to grind his crotch into my stomach. Oh my goodness, it was now rock hard and poking into my stomach. 

Then the song was over and the DJ said, "The next song is ladies' choice, and since it is Ladies' Night, guys, you have to do whatever the ladies want, ok? "

James leaned over and whispered in my ear, "What do you want, baby?"

I said, "I'd first like to dance with your friend, Kevin, if that is ok."

James answered, "Sure." and motioned Kevin over. 

Kevin had been watching us and it seemed like he was salivating the whole time so I wanted to give him a slow dance, too!

The song that the DJ played was an old Mariah Carey classic, "Can't Let Go."

Kevin was a big guy, too. Guess these guys played on the line of their football team. He held me tight as we slowly swayed to the music. He also pressed his abdomen against my tits, and his crotch was also pressing into the same spot on my lower abdomen that James' was. 

I immediately sensed Kevin's hard-on the minute he held me close. Guess he had been excited for a while already. He turned my back to another wall of the dance floor that also had a mirror. 

Kevin then proceeded to feel my ass, too, but he was much bolder than his teammate. He pulled up my mini-skirt and massaged my tight ass cheeks with his big bare hands, kneading my flesh like dough. I must admit, it was feeling pretty darn good! 

He also ran his fingers along my ass crack and touching my thong which was now nice and moist! The song ended and several tables along the dance floor clapped, whistled, and cheered out loud! Kevin and James bowed flamboyantly and I blushed at our exhibitionistic performance. 

I was a litlle embarrassed, but, inside, I was fuckin' turned on and horny and hot as hell. I thought that would be my adventure for the night, so I thanked the guys for an interesting dance session.

James leaned down and said, "How would you like to go hang out with us at our house?" 

I was thrilled at the idea and agreed, "I will follow you in my car. Ok?"

We left the bar arm in arm, with all eyes on us, everyone in there having an idea as to what kind of an evening lay ahead for the three of us. 

As we walked out to the parking lot, Kevin turned and gave me a deep French kiss while James reached from behind and massaged my tits through my tight top. Kevin then reached down and rubbed my crotch and felt my wet thong. Mmmmm, that felt so damn good!  

James said "Let's hurry and get back to the house, Kevin!" 

Then we got into our cars, my BMW convertible Z4 roadster following their Cadillac Escalade back to this nice exclusive neighborhood in Dallas where all the rich people had large gorgeous homes. They lived in this gated community and drove up to the guard gate with me in tow. 

They spoke to the guard and then went through and waited for me; the guard then waved me through, all the while staring at me, wondering what this small lone white girl was doing with these two huge football stars. I can only believe that he thought I was some high-priced call girl. Hell, the way I was dressed that night, he was not too far from the truth!

They pulled up to this gigantic mansion and told me to just park in the circular driveway right in front of the main door. They would go through the garage and let me in shortly. So, I pulled into the circular driveway, parked in front of the main door, turned off my engine, took a deep breath, sat back, relaxed, and took in the splendor of this beautiful mansion and this magical night!

The front door opened and James walked out and opened my car door for me. I stepped out and he led me into their house, holding my hand. 

Kevin was right inside the door, handed me a glass of Dom Perignon champagne, and said, "Follow me. James and I have a surprise for you." 

My heart skipped a beat and there were nervous butterflies in my stomach. What could their surprise be? 

We turned around the corner and there was a closed door there which led to another room. 

James said, "Go ahead, go on in, it's the door to our entertaiment media room."

I was a little hesitant but, what the hell, I am already here and there is probably no turning back, so I reached out, grabbed the door handle, and turned the knob, opening the door. 

Slowly the door opened and my first glipmse of this vast media room was a gigantic front movie screen showing a porn flick with none other than the famous Jenna Jameson. She was on her knees sucking some stud's huge cock. 

The lights were dim and, as my eyes slowly got adjusted, I realized that there were 6 other big guys in the media room, all of whom had turned their heads to look at me. My heart jumped up to my throat and my clit quivered. Oh my goodness! Kevin and James must have called some of their teammates on the drive over and told them to meet us here. That's why they wanted me to park out front so I would not see all of the other guys' cars.

Kevin and James walked in, closed the door, and immediately started feeling me up. 

Kevin said, "Baby, I have been waiting all night for this. The moment James and I saw you in that bar, decked out to the 9's, in those 4" pink fuck-me-heels, all made up the way you were, acting the way you did, and dancing oh so sexily, we knew you were the one that could fulfill all of our fantasies tonight! So, on the way back, we called a few of our best buds so that we can share you; I hope you don't mind, Candi?" 

I was speechless initially, but managed to recover enough to say, "No, I don't mind at all! Enjoying 8 hot huge studs would be wonderful, I think! Can't say I have ever had that pleasure!"

Kevin replied, "Well, then, let us not disappoint you!" 

With that, he slowly slid my mini-skirt down my legs. I lifted my feet so he could remove my mini-skirt completely. Next James raised my arms above my head while one of his teammates lifted my tight top over my head. 

So now I am standing in a huge media room where porn is being shown on a gigantic screen wearing only my pink Victoria's Secret IPEX push-up demi bra, pink mesh low-rise thong that is now completely soaked, and my 4" pink fuck-me heels! What a scene!

Kevin turned up the lights a little bit, muted the sound of the porn flick, and turned on some pop music. I sauntered up to the front of the media room and started swaying to the music. It did not take much to turn the other guys on at all; guess James and Kevin had been building them up the entire time we were driving here.

I heard all their names, but there were no formal introductions, so in all the craziness, the only two that I really remember well are Kevin and James. I also remember Larry, Trey, Mike, Bobby, Will, and Jason. 

We were all dancing up front when I finished my glass of Dom and handed it to Mike. Now that my hands were free, I unhooked my bra and let it drop to the ground. Next thing I knew, Larry's lips were on my sensitive nipples, sucking away! MMMMMMMMMMM! That felt so fuckin' GREAT! 

Someone started to slide my thong down my legs; I am not sure who it was, but I lifted my feet so they could pull it off totally. Now I was just wearing my 4" fuck-me heels and dancing around with 8 horny, huge, muscular guys! They were starting to take their clothes off and, one by one, they were all soon buck naked with huge raging boners, all for me!! What a thrill!!

James eased me down on all fours and kneeled down in front of me with his big black delicious dick right in front of my face. What is a red-blooded American girl to do in the sight of such temptation? That's right! I slid it in my mouth and sucked hungrily! As I did this, Kevin got between my legs and slowly entered me while reaching around to rub my clit!

Trey and Mike were kneeling to either side of me, massaging my big tits and pinching my rock hard nipples. This was turning me on so much, I reached for their cocks and started jacking them off!! They used their strong arms to hold me up because I was on all fours being fucked by Kevin and sucking James' cock but my hands were now being used to stroke their thick dicks!! 

Then I felt the other four guys just running their hands all over my hot, slick body that was now slick with perspiration and pussy juices. The music was now cranked up and our bodies were moving and gyrating to it. What a fuckin' wonderful feeling!! I was feeling so fuckin' horny!

Kevin was screwing me fast and hard, moaning loudly and talking dirty; I knew he was going to be the first one to cum tonight. He suddenly pulled out and shot a huge load of cum on my ass, letting it drip down my crack. Mmmmmm! 

The minute he moved out of the way Jason stepped right in and slid his rock hard member inside me and started just pounding away. While he was doing this, Jason started rubbing Kevin's cum on my ass and into my asshole. Then he began to finger my anus once it was well lubricated. That also felt so hot and dirty!

James started to fuck my face faster while his own face was undergoing all sorts of contortions to show the pleasure he was experiencing with my deep throat job. I had the tip of his hard cock down my throat so deep I was literally gagging on it. He, of course, found that extremely orgasmic and let me know by spewing gobs of cum down my throat! There was SO much I could not swallow it all and it was dripping out of my mouth and running down my chin and neck onto my tits! He pulled his big dick out of my mouth and I sucked it all of the cum off of it for him. 

Then he moved away, to be replaced by another big black guy, Larry, who had just a monster of a cock. I was afraid that I would not be able to deep throat this one because it was so big. While this was happening, I felt someone starting to rub my engorged, swollen clit. These sensations were overwhelming and fabulously wonderful!

Bobby had knelt down on my left and was fingering my clit while Will was kneeling to my right jacking himself off. All the guys were feeling really good and I was the main reason for all their pleasure!! Jason was ramming me like there was no tomorrow and making me and him feel really good! 

With Bobby rubbing my clit and Trey and Mike sucking and pinching my big, sensitive nipples, I couldn't take it much longer and screamed, " OH FUCK, guys, I am going to cum so FUCKIN' hard!!" 

My whole body shook in orgasmic convulsions over and over again! What amazing multiple orgasms!! I had never experienced those before; it must have been all the excitement of this evening that brought it out of me! 

As I came really hard, so did Jason with a big, "FUCK YEAH" yell as he pumped streams of hot thick gooey cum deep inside my sweet cunt. 

During all this, I was still sucking Larry's horsecock between gasps, moans, and screams! I could only get about 3/4 of his cock down my throat; it was impossible to get anymore down, it was too fuckin' big! I looked up at him with my big, brown eyes and he was just grinning from ear to ear with pleasure! 

I sexily stated, " Babe, I cannot suck you any deeper, but I'd like to try riding that monster if you'd like; I believe that hole is now free." 

Upon hearing that, he did not waste any time pulling out of me so I can set my twat onto his shaft!

Everybody moved off me so I could stand up to change positions. Boy, was I a sight to behold; totally nude except for my pink 4" fuck-me heels, glistening with moisture, and soaking with cum on my tits, ass, cunt lips, and legs!

Larry lay down on the floor in the front part of the media room and I squatted over hig huge boner sticking straight up in the sky, saluting me! Very slowly I eased my wet cunt down onto his cock inch by fabulous inch; it was massive and filled me up so good! I finally got most of it in me and started to move up and down on it! Wow, what a fuckin' superb sensation! 

I felt a hand slowly push my upper body down toward Larry's broad chest and I felt arms easing my legs from a squatting position into doggie style on all fours. Trey was behind me gettting between my legs. I felt his middle finger slide into my well-lubed asshole; mmmm, that felt good. Then I felt two fingers slide in and start to move in and out! Then his fingers were replaced by a nice hard cock slowly easing itself into my ass! Ooohh yeahhh, I was getting some good double penetration!! 

Bobby and Will stood at my sides as I jerked their stiff members off! In front of me was Mike with his enormous mushroom cockhead staring at me! Again, all the other guys held me up so I could suck Mike's cock without worrying about falling. 

Between Larry in my cunt, Trey in my ass, and Bobby and Will to my sides being jacked off, I had plenty of strong support! What a fuckin' wonderful feeling! All my holes were filled and I was whacking two guys off at the same time to boot! It couldn't get any better than this or could it? 

Well, yes it could, as the other three guys got back in the fray! James and Kevin managed to stick their heads between Larry's chest and mine, with each of them sucking one of my big hard nipples! 

Jason was standing beside me massaging and caressing my back while playing with his cock which was now hard again! 

What a fuckin' tremendous sensation!! I had 8 guys all touching me somewhere with something at the same time!!

All these sensations were building up in me again, I could feel the tension rising, and my whole body started to slowly and lightly quiver. Larry was gripping my hips and pounding himself into me faster and faster while Trey was behind me pumping my ass furiously now! 

I was jerking Bobby and Will faster and almost deep throating Mike's entire length now! Larry screamed loudly and thrust his hips deep into me, driving his cockhead against my cervix one last time as he pumped me full of his hot luscious cum! 

Immediately thereafter, Trey groaned lustfully as emptied his balls inside the walls of my ass, filling my ass with thick gooey cum! 

I was very close to the point of cumming hard again so I said, "Bobby and Will, you guys better fuck me now and cum with me because I am gonna cum very hard very soon!" 

Trey pulled his cock out of me and Larry literally lifted me right off his cock, which was just glistening with a mixture of his cum and my cunt juices, mmmm!! 

Bobby sat down at the edge of one of the sofas, spread his legs out, and said, "Back up to my cock; I want you ride my cock with you facing forward so I can grab your tits and pinch those huge hard nipples of yours!" 

That sounded like a good plan, so I did as he asked. I slowly backed my ass to Bobby and he hoisted me onto his crotch. 

I grabbed his dick and began to ease it into my willing wet cunt, but he stopped me and said, "Put my hard dick in your ass, baby! Trey seemed to enjoy that so much, I want a piece of that anal action, too!" 

I gladly acquiesced to his wanton wish and slowly slid his manhood into my anal love canal, slowly, inch by yummy inch! Soon his entire shaft was buried to the hilt in my ass; it felt so fuckin' good. 

He started lifting me up and down, sliding his thing in and out of me. Damn, that felt GREAT! He leaned back on the sofa and pulled me back with him, lifting my legs high in the sky above his own legs and then spreading me wide open. 

He then motioned for Will to come over. Will got in between my legs and slowly slid his shaft into my warm, waiting cunt! Another deliciously wonderful double penetration! I could not believe all this was happening! My entire life I had never experienced a double penetration and here I am getting my second one of the night! Fuckin' AMAZING!! 

Mike then climbed onto the sofa to stand above me and then lowered his rock hard cock inside my mouth, which I had wide open for him. He started to fuck my face while Bobby fucked my ass and Will fucked my pussy. Again all my holes were filled! 

James and Kevin got on either side of my chest and resumed sucking my rock hard nipples while squeezing the hell out of my big firm tits. I reached my free hands out to the other guys and Jason and Larry stepped right up and placed their cocks, which were rock hard again, right in my waiting hands so I could jerk them off. I was feeling pretty fuckin' good about now! 




Ladies' Night



Will started pounding me faster and faster, driving his entire shaft into my pussy with every thrust, putting all his weight into it. Damn, that's hot! Bobby also moved his hips up and down harder, pounding my ass stronger and faster, as well as gripping my hips and moving me up and slamming me down forcefully. 

I was feeling fuckin' amazing! All this was happening amidst blaring music, I think I remember Britney Spears' "Toxic" playing, and loud moans, groans, and screams of pleasure (the screams were mainly from me, as you can imagine). 

Bobby said, "Baby, I am about to cum so deep and hard inside your ass!" 

Will said, "Come on, man! Do it, I am about to cum in her cunt, too! Let's cum at the same time!" 

I took Mike's cock out of my mouth for a moment and said, "FUCK ME HARD and I'll cum with both of you!" 

When everyone heard that, Will and Bobby pounded me even faster and harder and Kevin and James started biting my nipples hard! 

Within moments, Bobby groaned loudly, arched his back, and emptied a load of cum inside my ass while Will screamed, "OH FUCK!" and shot his jism inside my cunt! 

As for me I yelled out loud, "DAMN ALL YOU GUYS MAKE ME FEEL SO FUCKIN' GOOD!!", arched my back, and CAME so FUCKIN' HARD, probably the hardest I have ever cum in my life. 

Wave after wave of pleasure racked my body as multiple orgasms rocked my body! It felt so FUCKIN' AMAZING!! 

Will pulled out of me, Mike stepped off the sofa, and Bobby lifted me off his cock. As I slowly stood up, streams of hot cum rolled down my thighs from my ass and pussy! That was so FUCKING HOT! 

I was just resting for a moment with my hands on my hips taking in the sight of these deliciously hot, sweaty guys, some with raging boners and others with limp, recently spent cocks, when I felt someone come up behind me and wrap his arms around me. I turned to see that it was Mike. 

He whispered in my ear, "You didn't think you were going to get away from me that easily, did you, hot stuff?"

I knew immediately what he meant as he was one of two guys so far who had not been inside my ass or my cunt. The other was the first Desperado that I met tonight, James. I thought to myself how appropriate it was that he would also be the last Desperado to enjoy me tonight! 

I said aloud, "James, where are you? You and Mike are the only two who have not fucked my ass or cunt tonight and I want both of you filling those holes RIGHT NOW!!" 

When the guys heard that statement, there was a lot of whoopin' and hollerin'!! James and Mike came up to me and James gave me a deep French kiss. 

When he pulled his lips away he said, "Don't worry, darling; I definitely did not forget about fucking that sweet ass or pussy of yours. I was just patiently awaiting my turn. Look like it is now my turn!" 

I asked, "So, who wants to do me where?" Everyone snickered a little at my matter-of-fact tone. 

Mike queried, "Are you up for another double penetration? " 

I promptly replied, "Sure, of course, let's do it!"

Mike said, "I want you to face me and ride me because I LOVE it when a hot babe like you rides me and I can play with such gorgeous large tits and beautiful big hard nipples!" 

Mike sat down in a lazy-boy recliner and I climbed on top of him and slowly squatted down on his hard cock! Mmmmmm, that felt so good going in!! Then Mike leaned back a little in the recliner and I leaned forward a little with him, raising my willing ass and anus in the air for James to enter me from behind. 

He did not miss a beat and his cock was rubbing me between my ass cheeks, getting well-lubricated from the pussy juice and jism mixture back there! Once he was well-lubed, James eased his big black cock into my ass inch by fuckin' inch! Damn, that felt so fuckin' GREAT! 

Another milestone in my life; I just broke my own personal record set just less than one hour ago. I am now in the middle of my third double penetration of the night and, you know what, I am FUCKIN' LOVIN' IT!! 

I was enjoying it so much I started riding Mike faster while he caressed my boobs and sucked my hard nipples! James was thrusting his cock to the hilt with every delicious stroke and his ramming speed was increasing, too! The three of us moved like one well-oiled fucking machine! 

The other guys were standing around the recliner just jerking off. This is also another milestone for me: my first "circle jerk." They were totally enjoying the lustful sexual exhibition right in front of them and I was enjoying every minute of exhibiting for them! The fucking machine started to move faster and faster! 

Mike asked loudly, "Candi, do you want all 9 of us to cum at the same time?" 

I answered sexily, "Can all you guys shoot your cum on me or in me at the same time? Do you think you can do it?"

To this, James replied, "Of course, sweet stuff! We are, after all, teammates!" Everyone chuckled at that a little bit.

The levity lasted only for a fleeting moment because the wanton lust took over all of us again immediately! Mike started thrusting his hips up to meet me when I would slam my cunt down on his entire shaft. When I moved back up, I was rammed deeply by James' massive cock. 

The others were moving closer to us, still jacking off their cocks with wide grins of pleasure on their faces! Mike began to groan and moan louder and James was grunting hard behind me. The tension was again quickly mounting and we three were close to a strong release! 

I asked, "How are the rest of you hot studs doing?" Mixed answers were thrown out loud, but the consensus was everyone was getting close. 

Mike said, "Guys, I am going to fuckin' cum soon! Is everyone ready?"

James stated, "I am getting close, too, but I have an idea. Since Candi is now pretty much an honorary Desperado slut, I think we should let her control the action from here on out. She can ride Mike to her satisfaction and tell us when she is about to cum and we will cum when she tells us she is cumming! I mean, remember what the DJ at the Sheraton said, it is after all, Ladies' Night!" 

All the other guys shouted their approval of that plan.

I said, "Sounds like a great plan to me, but I would like someone to come here and suck on my big sensitive nipples. That absolutely drives me crazy when I am being fucked hard and they are being sucked on! "

Bobby and Trey gladly and quickly agreed, stepping up to suck my nipples and massage my tits with their free hand. Again my cunt began to quiver and my body quietly shivered. I knew I was getting close. I had goose bumps on my arms and shoulders. 

Kevin, Will, Larry, and Jason took turns deep French-kissing me! Damn, that was hot too, feeling so many different tongues intertwining with my tongue while I was being penetrated so hard, deep, and fast! 

The other guys were also nibbling on my ears and neck, also very sensitive sites, and another major turn-on for me! 

I could feel a MAJOR orgasm building up deep inside me and I warned the gang, "Guys, better get ready, I am getting very close!" 

When they heard that, Mike and James fucked me harder and faster. Bobby and Trey sucked my nipples harder, even biting them a few times. Fuckin' wonderful! I closed my eyes, arched my back, taking in the sounds and smells all around me, just reveling in the moment, and enjoying the hell out of it! 

Suddenly, Mike hit my hot wet cunt with one last magic stroke that finally put me over the edge and I screamed, "Guys, I am cumming! Cum with me! DO IT! CUM NOW!" 

With that, I felt cum spewing on me from all directions, hitting my face, landing on my tits, ass, hair, arms, and legs! I could feel James' cock contracting and cumming inside my ass as well as Mike unloading jism inside the sweet sugar walls of my pussy! 

I yelled out with pleasure at the top of my lungs, knowing full well that no one in this entire exclusive neighborhood could hear my moans and screams, no matter how loud!! 

I just collapsed on Mike and James leaned onto my back, whispering softly, "Thanks, Candi! You have no idea how happy you have made all of us feel tonight! You have fulfilled this hot fantasy that we have shared together for a while!" 

I replied, "Trust me, the pleasure was all mine! You fulfilled my hottest fantasy, too! I am so glad that my friends decided not to go out with me tonight and I am very glad that it was Ladies' night!"

I was covered in cum from head to toe. I even had some on my 4" fuck me heels! 

The guys suggested I take a shower and rinse off, but I gratefully declined, "I just want to remember this night as much and as long as possible so I want to take your gooey cum, your scents, your voices, and your smiles with me when I go." 

They started to help me get dress, but I said, "You know, I am feeling just a little bold, so I think I am going to drive home in my birthday suit just as I am right now, drenched in your jism and feeling all sticky, wearing only my 4" fuck-me heels!!" 

The guys could only stand there with their mouths wide open, shocked by such a bold plan, speechless, and not believing what they just heard me say. After a few seconds, they all clapped and cheered. 

Kevin said, "You are an amazing woman, Candi! So hot, so sexy, so lustful, so fuckin' delicious! You made our dreams come true. Thanks!" 

All the other guys chimed in with their gratitude also. They then all walked me to the front door and each of them gave me a deep French kiss and a squeeze of my tits and ass. 

Bobby opened my door and rubbed his finger against my bare clit one last time as I got in. I waved goodbye, blew them all kisses, and drove away with the biggest grin on my face that you have ever seen. 

I sped by the guard's gate, slowing down just enough so he could see that I was naked in the car, or, at least, as far as he could see, I was topless with my big boobs jutting forward along with my hard nipples pointing out in the cool night air! He started to walk out of his booth but I just drove away. 

I got on the freeway heading home and I found it hard to concentrate as all I could think about were the events of this hot night! Eighteen wheelers and SUVs were driving by and honking at me and staring at my tits and nipples because I was topless and, in my delirious state of pleasure, I forgot my convertible's top was also down. I smiled and waved back at them, knowing I had probably just made their night! 

They, of course, had no idea what kind of a night I had experienced! I had just made 8 guys' nights and they had just made my night and probably my whole year! Reflecting on this night, I truly think it was definitely the best night of my adult life so far!!



Ladies' Night



"It's that time of year again, Eileen." Kim sounded bright and eager on the phone on this late summer day.

"I know. I've been dreading it, Kim. Can't I just stay home this year?"

"No way! You know you always have fun on Ladies Night Out."

"Actually, you always have fun. I just tag along for the vicarious thrills and so you can have someone to tell your stories to."

"Jeez, Eye. Let's skip this part this year. You object, I cajole, you cave in, I feel guilty. One year I'd like to feel like you actually let yourself go a little and had some fun without making me feel bad about it first."

"Okay, Kim." Eileen tried to sound enthusiastic for her friend. "Where are we headed?"

"Downtown this year, we've worn out the beach...I think I've already fucked all the good-looking guys down there anyway," Kim laughed.

"Who else is coming?" Eileen let Kim do all the arrangements for their annual retreat. The cast of characters changed a bit each time, but Kim and Eileen were the steady center that never skipped a year.

"Same group as last year." Eileen silently winced. That meant screechy Alexa was going to be there as well.

Eileen and Kim had been best friends since high school. Roommates in college, both women had married their college sweethearts. Now in their mid-thirties, they lived in the same neighborhood, had two kids about the same ages. For Eileen, an only child whose parents had passed away long ago, having Kim around was like having a sister. She counted on Kim. Kim made her feel safe. And once a year, maybe as a penance for all the safety, Kim made Eileen go out and take chances, or at least watch while she did.

"Cool!" Eileen lied. "I assume Brit will be here with the 'magic bus' about 6, then?"

"Exactly. I can't wait!" 

Eileen was satisfied that she had rescued Kim's mood, and prepared herself for the evening's festivities.

Hours later, as the time neared 11pm, Eileen found herself in a familiar position on ladies night. She was at the big table in the back of the VIP section of the dance club that Kim had selected. While the other ladies got hammered, she was nursing her second drink and watching Kim have fun dancing with two guys. She wondered which Kim would go home with, and how long he would last and what he would do and how big his cock would be. Kim always staggered back into their hotel room sometime the following morning to tell the story, full of lurid details. It was part of the fun for Eileen. Like watching a movie or reading a book, Eileen served as a witness to Kim's fun, but stayed safe in her own suburban lifestyle. 

Something, or rather someone, caught Eileen's attention at that moment. At the end of the bar was a handsome man with dark blonde, curly hair. She had noticed him before as he sat and quietly observed the room, but now he was staring fixedly at her. He didn't avert his eyes as she caught his gaze, but instead smiled—or rather smirked—in an arrogant way. Eileen immediately felt flushed and glanced away, trying to involve herself in the conversation of the other ladies at the table.

The next instant he was there, beside her, in his grey three-piece suit, no tie, shirt collar open. Eileen was shocked. He couldn't have made it from across the crowded room that quickly.

He crouched beside her, put his hand on her shoulder, and whispered in her ear. He didn't ask permission, he just did it.

"You can't go on letting your friend lead your life for you." Eileen gaped in astonishment and turned to glare accusingly at him. Had he been spying on them? Was he one of Kim's past conquests?

"What? How? Do you know Kim? Who are you?" she stammered.

He grinned that arrogant smirk again. Filled with utter self-confidence, it gave her no angle of counter attack. "Kim is it? That's your friend's name? And your name is...."

"Eileen," she answered without thinking. 

"Eileen, come with me." He extended his hand and she took it, again without thinking, but did not rise.

"Where?"

"To a very exclusive party I'm hosting, filled with beautiful people and exotic pleasures. You will be the guest of honor." 

She rose to her feet, but then stalled, looking back at the others. "But...."

"They won't even notice you are gone." She knew he was right.

"But...Kim?"

"She's invited also. She would never let you go alone, you know that." He took her hand and started to lead Eileen out of the room. Kim stopped flirting with the two men she was entertaining and moved toward her friend with a protective, suspicious look.

"Stay here." The stranger told Eileen as he moved to meet Kim. He put his hand on Kim's shoulder and whispered something to her. Kim looked quizzically at Eileen, who smiled meekly and nodded in silent affirmation. The stranger escorted the two ladies out to the curb, where a long, black limousine waited. He helped them into the car, but did not enter it himself.

"Relax," he said before he closed the door. "You're going to have the time of your life, I promise."

The limo ride was a blur to Eileen, who felt completely relaxed even though she knew logically she shouldn't be. She also felt completely sensual...a warm glow of erotic anticipation started in her womb and oozed across her entire body. Kim and Eileen didn't say a word, but sat quietly, holding hands and occasionally exchanging knowing, intimate glances. By the time the limo driver opened the door in the dimly lit garage and helped the two ladies out, Eileen trembled with a sensual energy unlike anything she had ever felt.

At the top of the stairs leading away from the garage was a curtained entryway. Kim and Eileen, still holding hands, climbed the stairs and let themselves through the curtain. Behind the curtain, in stark contrast to the bare concrete and fluorescent light of the garage, was a richly paneled and carpeted, dimly lit waiting area. A burly, tuxedoed bald man stood by a heavy wooden door, and opened it as the ladies approached. "You are expected, welcome!" he said, holding the door open for them.

On the other side of the door, when Kim and Eileen's eyes adjusted to the growing darkness, they were met by a tall, beautiful blonde woman, with long flowing hair. She was completely nude except for patent platform pumps, wrist and ankle cuffs, and a collar from which a short leather leash dangled between her pert b-cup breasts. Kim gasped slightly and Eileen squeezed her friend's hand.

"Don't worry, you're completely safe here. Come, you can change for the party." The nude blonde turned toward a nearby door and opened it, revealing a sumptuously appointed dressing room. "I'm sure you can find something to your liking there." Racks of black leather and lace hung at the back of the room. Shoes and boots of all types and sizes were arranged neatly underneath the racks. "Just leave your clothes over there," the blonde pointed toward empty hangers in a closet behind the door, "they'll be here for you when you are ready to leave."

Silently, her heart pounding, Eileen began to take off her clothes and hang them in the closet. When she was completely naked, she turned around to see that Kim was still clothed, with a look of astonishment.

"Are you sure, Eye?" Kim stared in wonder at her nude best friend. She hadn't seen her this way since they were college roommates. Eileen's dark, luxurious hair flowed across her face and over her shoulders. She didn't answer Kim's question with words. Instead she moved with feline grace until there was barely an inch between their bodies. She could feel Kim's breath on her face as she reached up and held her friend's short blonde hair and leaned in to part Kim's lips with her tongue. Kim returned the kiss and they both held it while Eileen deftly undressed her friend.

When they were both naked, Eileen broke the kiss and growled, "Find something to wear and let's get out to the party."

Eileen donned a black leather collar and harness, studded with spikes and rings that left her breasts, ass and pussy completely exposed. She tied her hair back into a tight bun. Kim selected a soft leather teddy that may have once had panels that snapped on to cover her tender areas, but those panels were nowhere to be found. She put on ringed bracelets and anklets to complete the outfit.

As the two women stepped back out of the dressing room and past the heavy black curtain into the party room, time blurred again for them both. Eileen and Kim wandered arm in arm through the various areas of the elaborately conceived playspace. Through dungeon rooms with men and women strapped to crosses and sawhorses, being flogged, fucked and fisted; to banquet halls where naked figures were covered with canapés and petit fours to provide a delectable treat for hungry guests, to a room where their tall blonde hostess was tied spread eagled and blindfolded to a bed while a line of well hung suitors waited their turn at her pussy and mouth, to another where men and women orally serviced the cunts and cocks that were proffered anonymously through holes in a black plywood wall.

At each one of these locations they paused to watch, but did not participate, except to let their fellow onlookers grope, fondle and finger their curves, and probe their hungry orifices. Without speaking they knew what they wanted, and behind another black curtain, at the back of the sprawling space, they found what they were looking for.

On a circular stage surrounded by an audience of guests in the throes of various intimate acts, he stood alone. Still dressed in his suit, he waited with his arrogant grin as Kim and Eileen approached silently and knelt before him. Kim paused and let Eileen take the initiative, having assumed the uncharacteristic role of the follower. Her best friend reached up and unzipped the blonde stranger's fly, letting his massive erection fall heavily out. Eileen reached into the opening and pulled out his heavy, cum-filled balls. She took Kim's hand and placed it on the dangling sac, encouraging her friend to grip him tightly, and then pulled Kim's head forward so that their mouths met on either side of his throbbing shaft. 

Back and forth they worked the glistening cock, their tongues dancing and often meeting. They paused their synchronized movements only to catch a few droplets of glistening dew that they coaxed from their subject. They were oblivious to the man who possessed the thing that they were working. He was just an object, and they were a team...a couple, partners in crime, fulfilling each other's passions and living out each other's fantasies.

When Kim felt the stranger's orgasm start to boil up from his twitching balls, she couldn't resist. She grabbed the tip of his shaft, aimed it at her best friend's face, and with a wicked slutty grin, whispered "Cum on Eileen."



Ladies' Night



A tall, glistening, brown wall of naked man comes closer and closer, until his toes nudge the points of her boots. Cathy draws back in alarm, hands clutching arms, knees pressed in tight. The alcohol warming her blood and slurring her speech can't quite obscure her fear of the stripped-bare stripper as he loomed over her. Not quite bare: he still wears his mirror shades, in which her startled expression shines back at her above her white blouse and unusually daring décolletage.

Her friends had complemented her on her sexy outfit, the sheer stockings and figure-hugging blouse, the calf-length, leather, high-heeled boots. She had told herself that it was alright to dress up, that they all had, that it didn't mean...anything. It was all just a bit of fun. But that had been before the show started, when the cocktails were flowing and beginning to suppress the nerves and sense of awkwardness. The sense that, somehow, this wasn't quite right: she didn't normally do this sort of thing, it wasn't her scene at all. But it was okay, once in a while, to go a bit wild, wasn't it? And it hadn't been her idea; she hadn't even wanted to go and had pulled a revolted face at the first suggestion. It was only because it was a birthday party...nobody likes a spoilsport. Don't be boring!

Such thoughts are gone. Thought in general is difficult under the pounding, relentless dance beat, but never mind that! Here in front of her is this utterly brazen, utterly naked masculine specimen. First the tricorn hat, then the frilly pirate jacket, then the three-quarter breeches: all tossed to the wings. And the piece-de-resistance, the leather jockstrap, folded down and tugged aside and finally removed altogether, to leave him, its erstwhile wearer, in the altogether. That was, traditionally, supposed to be it; but nowadays audiences expect more. The dancer carried on dancing, displaying his all. And even this was only a prelude.

The beat quickens, intensifies: throbbing against the sides of her head. To each side, her friends clap and whoop, but barely audibly. She tries to look away, tries to return the delighted grins with an embarrassed smile that wins her a pat on the hand from Nicola, but her eyes are wrenched back to rest on him alone. She gazes up at him, at the slabs of his chest and shield of his stomach, the tattoos writhing on his biceps, the light gleaming on the oil which is now his only coating. He gyrates, snakes, smiles down at her. He is...fit. In every sense. The thought is there, she cannot halt it! It leapt into her forebrain before she could escape. And lead by the thought, she looks down.

His cock is huge! It is not quite erect, but far from flaccid, an awakening monster. His pelvis swings at her, whipping his cock closer to the target, an open letter of unswerving physical reality. Like the rest of him, it is deeply tanned, as thick as a cudgel and very, very long. She wonders how long, when the blood has stretched and tightened it to steel. Another thought! She couldn't catch that one either! In her first, furtive peek, she takes in everything, the swelling rope net of veins, the creases on the hood, the heavy pendulum of his balls swinging along behind. She blinks away, but looks again.

And in that look she is caught. He is a professional, who needs no second invitation. Already thrusting hard at her, he lifts a foot onto the curving bench seat and leans in closer yet, bringing his cock to her face. She hears cackles and shrieks, far away where her friends are sitting next to her. His foot kicks away her protective arm and she does not resist, too frightened, too polite for that. He bends over her; and there is her reflection again as she gazes up in shock and awe. His pumping pelvis flops his mighty cock just above her cleavage. She smells the tang of oil and choking sweetness of deodorant and the faint salt-musk of sweat behind it.

Her heart jolts and fizzes and batters her ribcage. Her spine is wedged against the dense pad of the bench, one of a tier of curving arcs rising as Odeon steps from the stage. His ankle brushes her wrist and she shrinks in relflex, but feels his moisture on her skin. He plants his foot more firmly, kneels forwards and lifts the other foot to plant it on her other side. He squats over her. Again, the shrieks just pierce the fog of music.

His cock swings up to her mouth, bumps on her chin, slaps her cheek. She feels its solidity: even without complete tumescence, it pushes hard on her, with a brute, muscular power. She cranes her neck back until her head touches the bench seat behind them, screwing her lips up and shaking him off as best she can. Each slap is hot, with a slight sponginess, an animal heat from within and a smooth elasticity without. She feels its life, its lust for her, its contempt. He whips it across her lips. She will not do it! She hates that thing! She won't do it for anyone, let alone this stranger. Her lips stay shut, teeth clenched.

He persists for a while, seems to want her to yield, her resistance urging him to force her. But then a new approach. His buttocks, smooth and sweating and tight, clamp down on her chest, squashing her down on the bench; then slide from her bosom to drag her blouse down from her tits. On them, he leaves a smear of oil and sweat and the impression of burning heat. His cock drops to her cleavage, his balls grazing the swelling curves of each full, meaty breast. Each breast rises and falls as panting waves wash through her thorax. She is not wearing a bra! On a whim, to complete the risqué theme for the evening, she took it off and left it in the laundry pile, playing the wicked woman. But now, bereft of protection, his weight pulling down the thin blouse, her nipples must touch his skin! They do, each tingling nerve-ending sending wet, warm stimulation to her swimming brain. She knows they are stiffening against the soft skin of his thighs, knows he can feel her arousal as he shifts his weight against her.

He slides his cock back and forth in her deep cleavage, not fast or hard, but absolutely deliberate, implacable, masterly. Her tongue flicks over her drying lips and finds an acrid taste, the taste of his foreskin and glans, still on her. His hips work, driving the cock up to her taught throat and back again. His scrotum rubs on her nipples as his thighs squeeze her tits against each other. Her tits are slick with wetness, his sweat and now hers. Each breast feels swollen and heavy and tender, somehow bruised. Her breath is a hurricane in the roof of her mouth; her legs shake; her fingernails rake the fabric of the seat.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!"

She wants her thought to be "No, please stop!" She knows it should be this. But her fear, her terror, is that under "Oh shit!" is "Oh yes! More!"

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!"

The shrieking of her friends is a constant twitter in each ear, as the bass punches the skull and drums through the liver.

"Oh...go on...keep going! Keep going!"

She thrills. His cock has stiffened! She can feel it pressing its way more firmly on each breast as it ploughs them. Her flesh cannot rebound as easily, there is more force, more insistence against them. As he withdraws, she sees the exposed dome of his glans drinking in the sweat now running in a stream in her cleavage, supping on her, gathering strength. She smells its dirty, immodest stench, tingling in each nostril.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck my tits! Fuck them!"

As soon as the thought has exploded in her, he is gone. He straightens his back, hauling his glistening cock free, stands up, lifts one foot over her head as though to present his arse to her. He jumps nimbly aside and down and heads for Nicola, a paroxysm of laughter reddening her face and shaking her shoulders.

Cathy is left fighting for breath, bare tits shining in the disco light, sweat coursing to her navel beneath her clinging blouse. She stares after him, his buttocks working as he dances up against Nicola, light picking out the ridge of his spine between flowing back muscles. For a moment, Cathy forgets she is exposed, all on show like some cheap slut. For another moment, she doesn't care; finally, what was once normal focus returns and she sweeps her hands up to recover her tits with her blouse. But she finds her fingers diving inside to squeeze and pinch her hard nipples, slick with sweat, to pinch away the fierce, hot, swollen, bruising urge in them that has transmitted itself to her cunt. Her legs still wobble and fidget and vibrate, her cunt feels pressed and constrained and she knows it is swelling with the same urge. She expects her knickers are already soaked.

In all, he was on her, fucking her tits with his half-hard cock, for no more than a minute. A minute in which her friends watched her being sexualised; turned on in baldest, most brutish fashion before their very eyes, opened up for an unknown man to use, led astray from her marriage. His smell and the feel of him are still on her, her bloodstream is flooded with hormones and adrenalin from his touch and the sheer wickedness of being pleasured in public in this way, so far from her usual shyness and reluctance. A beast stirs somewhere deep in the dark pit of her stomach.

The music pounds on, jarring and jangling, hovering around pain. He forces himself up against Nicola, straddling her as he had straddled Cathy, slapping his cock on her jaw. The jaw opens. As Cathy gazes in foot-jiggling, leg-jogging, chest-thumping wonder, Nicola shows her what inhibition is. So what? It's just a cock! It's just a bit of fun, a bit of sex, a bit of a suck! Sex is fun, it doesn't mean anything- and anyway, it's not proper sex, is it? Just a suck, like on a lollipop.

Nicola holds Cathy's bright-eyed gaze for a moment, with look that is nicely balanced between the wry, the delighted and the whorish. She homes in on the latter as she swivels up to look at him, watching each minute twitch of his lips as she parts her own, splitting them redly open for him. She places her teeth on the tip of his exposed glans, lips sliding softly down on the supple skin of the shaft, a sinewy vein pulsing against her nerves. Her head nods, he shifts his pelvis forwards and up and her mouth is filled until her cheek bulges. Her eyes narrow and she arches her back as though he has penetrated not her mouth, but her cunt, as though her vagina is being caressed by the thrust, as though the taste in her mouth is the most exquisite chocolate cake.

Cathy cannot help herself: she has to watch it all, even as she wonders. Why had she thought those thoughts? She doesn't even like the word, fuck. It is coarse and violent. But the feeling of being pinned down and having her nipples fucked by his cock and his huge, big-dog balls, right in front of everyone...Was that just a bit of fun? The throbbing in her body, the scratchy, unsettling longing in her throat, says otherwise.

And to see Nicola, now, sucking deep and hard: she likes it. No, she loves it, loves everything about it. She isn't just doing it to please him, although proving her own power to give pleasure is part of the thrill. She seems to love the feeling, the taste, even. As Cathy watches, Nicola writhes in her seat, slides her hands up the backs of his legs to grip his buttocks. This isn't just a blowjob: it's a face-fuck. Cathy detests the very idea, usually. The idea of something so unclean, so animal in her mouth disgusts her. But then why, as she shifts her legs one over the other, does she feel wetness at the top, heat inside? Why does her hand stray to her nipple once more and find it not only still hard, but almost painfully so, pulsing between her fingertips as they squeeze. She cups her breast in her hand and clenches her fist, grinding her teeth. He turns his head from Nicola and looks over at Cathy. He stays fixed for a moment.

He has finished, but not quite. He pulls back from Nicola, leaving her sulking as his cock leaves her mouth. He steps across her, heading back to Cathy. Cathy's heart shakes her whole body like a flag in a gale, her legs liquefy, she tries to rise and run. Run far away, before...What? She knows what he wants. The mirror shades approach, heaving, white-clad breasts reflected in them. The shimmering muscles approach, raw power channelled. His cock is erect now, enormous and gleaming. It is like a gnarled, vicious club. He brings it to her, threatens her with it, raises it to her face. There are no showy thrusts or wiggles now, no clownish swinging. It is a heated torture-iron held steady and demanding she submit. Nicola has engorged him and her spittle still streaks the length. It looks painfully swollen, beyond hard, about to burst. The veins stand out like crests. His foreskin has retracted and the glans seems to weep, begging forgiveness for what it is about to do to another man's wife.

She smells the stink of cum on it, scouring her nostrils. He taps it against her lips and the trail of pre-cum oozes inside to spark its sweetness on her tongue. Her throat is scratchy, as though tears will flow, her limbs shudder with adrenaline. Her nipples, her whole breasts, ache and she can feel her skirt soaking beneath her. He takes hold of his cock with one hand and drops the other onto her shoulder. The cock brushes her lips again. Her lips open. And open. And open. And with a slight forward jerk of his hips, he pushes his cock into her. She takes it in, her tongue fluttering against it as she feels the blood in his veins and the thrum of life in him, her teeth grazing the shining skin. She cannot hesitate now, but presses on. She presses the tongue against his shaft and wraps around it. She licks, inside her mouth, under the shaft, gingerly tasting his salt. He thrusts further in and she helps him by widening her jaw until he is home. One more push, and he is in her up to the balls.

And she cums. With a shock at something so new, so completely out of character and unexpected, she feels warmth flooding through her from her cunt upwards, a fizz on every nerve-ending. She can feel him throbbing in her mouth and it feels as though he is in her pussy. She wants him in her pussy: and it is this thought, carrying with it the realisation that now she wants him to fuck her, can no longer pretend this is just fun, this thought that triggers her orgasm.

She presses her legs together to try to control the shaking. Her tits bounce and heave. Her cunt throbs, the lips twitching. My God! Just from entering her mouth! She's done it now...Did anyone notice? Her vision clouds for a moment. She closes her eyes.

And she sucks. She sucks. My God, she sucks him as hard and as deep as she can, sucking him into her, pleading for his cock to bury itself inside her, slurping and swallowing. She opens her pulsing lids, to see his bronzed stomach, coloured lights dancing on his flesh. She looks up at him and knows he can see in her eyes what this has done to her: her eyes are bright and reddened.

She drops her head backwards to release his shaft and bring her lips around the knob. She wants to taste him properly! She never, ever liked the taste before, not even the thought of the taste. Now she craves it, hungers for it, kisses it into her mouth, this taste of brutal man. She gasps and sucks and drinks at him. The pre-cum flows more steadily, his cock dips and flicks.

Give me it, give me it, let me have it all now! Fuck it into me! Please, please, please! Oh, shit! Please!

She sobs, feeling the pressure build again in her tightened cunt. She has never been fucked like this, face-fucked in a room full of friends and strangers. As she came, Nicola's fingers brushed her hip, sitting close to her as she is. The epiphany continues, as the sensation of throbbing on her palette intensifies and his cock begins to twitch; instantly, a tidal wave of lust sweeps through her pelvis, while her tits feel on fire with the need to be sucked. He grunts and clenches at her blonde hair, the pain discharging yet more endorphins into her overflowing stream.

With a real effort of will and muscle, he pushes off from her, swivelling his hips to withdraw his cock, awash with spit, from her mouth. She fights him, sobs again in her desperation, but he overmasters her. He sets his jaw, mouth in a harsh line, takes her by the shoulders, pushes her back, bends her backwards across the bench top. Her breasts thrust into the air, massive and vulnerable at the same time, blouse about to give way. He crouches over her, rubbing his hands over her tits, grabbing and squashing them. It has gone too far for gentle caresses, not that she wants them anymore. What this bitch needs is to be treated like a bitch!

Her eyes open wide and she gasps, flailing for his hands. His tough fingers find the line of buttons; her hands grip his wrists. He starts to pull at the flimsy material; she helps him do it, collaborates in her own defeat. Together, they rip the blouse like a stage curtain opening wide. Her tits explode outwards, bouncing and shimmering with sweat. The blouse clings to their sides, sodden and transparent. He hunches his shoulders to stoop low enough.

His tongue runs along the valley of her cleavage, slurping at her sweat as his cheeks massage her tits to each side. She feels the delicious pain of his touch on her tender tits, his tongue sending a cold shiver up her chest and down her spine. She squirms in her seat and her legs open as she pushes her hips up towards him. His mouth finds her right nipple.

Fucking hell! Oh, Jesus! Oh shitting fucking yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Ooooooooh!

Her hips buck. The fizzing, jolting feeling begins again in her legs, which wobble out and in, out and in. All around her, the shrieks of her audience echo, beneath the grinding, angry music which seems to have increased in tempo and volume. The bass thuds through her and synchronises with the waves which roll through her muscles. Her nerves seem to be crackling with energy, her ragged breath buffets her ribcage. Nearby, her friends are no longer shrieking, but sit in silent, stunned rapture, while the strangers further away still whoop and wail.

He tastes her. He nibbles, chews, sucks, and each and every movement fuels her, sends yet another burst of electricity to make her leap and fizzle. He moves to her left breast, continuing to knead and tug on her right nipple, working his spit into it to keep it slick. Her back slides wetly over the seat, which feels soggy with sweat.

Uuuh! Oh! Ah! Ah! Uuuh! Sh...Sh...Sh...

Her grunts, her moans, the rhythm of her sounds and movements, are as though she is being fucked, as though he had transferred his cock from her mouth to her cunt.

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...

She cannot say it yet. One last stand, one last fight to hold him off from the bastion of her dignity, her modesty, her marriage. But if he makes to put it in her, if that cock begins to push its way past her cunt lips...Her cunt will pull it in, her hands will claw his buttocks and heave him in deep as her legs stretch wide for him and her pelvis hammers back on him...She can picture it now...

She cums again. The third time in a few minutes, and he hasn't touched her cunt yet. She is still shuddering against him when he snakes up to her ear, breathing hot and wet into her, letting her smell his oily musk again.

"I'm going to fuck you," he says. This is not a suggestion, but a statement of inevitability. She leans away and screws up her face and writhes. His fingers drag over her tits and he grinds his naked cock over her ruffled skirt. She feels its pressure on her pelvic bone.

"No, please!" she whimpers. "I'm married!"

She has to say it. Has to mean it...

"Bullshit!" he throws back at her. "I've made you sweat, made you moan, you're just about cumming from having your tits sucked..."




Ladies' Night



"No!" She has come and is about to come again...

"You want me to fuck you," he tells her straight. "You want my cock inside you..."

I want...

He hitches her skirt up and opens her legs wider. She makes no show of resistance.

"That's it!" he says, triumphantly. "Your cunt's twitching already! You want my cock pumping inside you!"

"Please..." she gasps, eyes shut.

He presses his palm onto her vulva, her cum juice running onto his fingers.

"Please..."

Thought is collapsing entirely. The last picture of her husband disintegrates, to be replaced by his cock inside her liquid cunt, spurting his juice against its walls. He slips a finger inside her. She cries out, shakes, surrenders.

"Please fuck me!"

He grips his cock like a sword pommel and pushes the tip onto her clit, pink and stiff, squashing it down and dragging downwards through the outer labia, pushing them outwards. Her cunt stretches and deforms around his tip; her own juice stings like rain in her nostrils. He is going to fuck her, she is going to take a stranger's cock, hard from her sucking, into her body.

"Ahh! Nnnuuuuurh! F...Sh...!"

She is going to be fucked like a slave, like a side-show exhibit, with all eyes on her.

Don't use a condom! Please don't! I want your stinking skin on me! I want your spunk in me! I'll take all you can give!

Her buttocks bounce against the seat, she jumps up to reach him, to get him into her. He drags his cock up again, and down, brushstrokes of torment on her vulva.

"Please! Now!"

The beat thunders, driving endlessly on. Her friends sit in attitudes of bewilderment, hands to mouths, eyes fixed.

I NEED LA-LA-LA-LA-LA! I NEED OOH-LA-LA-LA-LA!

The tip slips inside her cunt. She cannot hear it, but knows it makes a soft, watery sound as it goes, knows that he is grunting with impatience. Still he holds back, a study in control, forcing her to the cliff edge.

He thrusts. His shaft runs into her, the fat lips of her cunt clamped around it and spewing clear, thick juice back out. Shock crashes into her, an alien, invasive stiffness between her legs. A feverish shimmy passes through her skin, cold to warm to very hot. Behind it, the great waves are building to a peak.

"Aaaaaah! Sh...Oh, shi....Shit!"

SWITCH ME ON! TURN ME UP!

He pushes deeper, still taking his time. She swings her hips up, pelvis rocking.

Give it all! In deep, up to your balls! Fuck me with it!

"Yes! Oh, yes!"

Yes, oh yes, this is the fucking I wanted! This is the best fucking thing ever! Fuck! Cum! Bitch! You fucking bastard! You fucking bastard!

Her eyes rage, her mouth bellows incoherence, her spine whips. He plunges into her.

The tension in her clit, in her cunt, bursts out into her stomach and lets the wave devastate her body from toes to temple. It is pain, a huge, terrible pain that is so all-consuming it is simultaneously the most sublime pleasure. Her body thrashes and pulses, the incessant rippling of her vagina is the caterpillar sine-wave of her whole physical being. She is being wrung out, inflated and collapsed, over and over and over again.

Ahhhhhhh! Fucking Christ! Ahhhhhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuck! Slam it! Pound it! Fuck it in and out of me! Fucking hurt me! Yes! YES! Dick like a piston, sliding in and out and in and out, balls slapping, cunt breaking...Spunk! Give me spunk! I AM A FUCKING WHORE!

Her screams run together to be one, enraged, torrential scream. The music falls away beneath it, ridden over by her agonized ecstasy.

The fucking doesn't stop: sliding, pumping, pounding, finally battering into her, his cock thrusts again and again. He is savagely inside her, doing everything he can to annihilate her cunt, her body itself, reduce her to sobbing, quivering pulp, utterly destroy her. Her cunt clenches and grinds on his cock, resisting each thrust ferociously, the rest of her merely the means of pushing back at him and sucking him inside at once. The thrusts come faster, deeper, harder; sweat flows like a waterfall from his shoulders onto her tits and face. She drinks it in.

She doesn't, cannot stop cumming. On and on and on it goes, screaming, crying, bucking, shuddering, the room filling with the perfume of her cum. On and on he stabs at her. Her friends are acolytes, the whole audience a congregation, lost in frightened silence. The muffling effect of the music only heightens the stunning effect when her screams are audible. He has her splayed on her back: up against the back of the curving bench, her head smashing back into the bench above on the end of an arched, straining neck, sinews standing out like rigging.

At last, with the storm still howling and battering against him, in an effort to crush her completely, he thrusts so hard and so deep she is almost forced through the bench. He holds her there, arse on the back of the seat, spine bending her back into the next row.

Here is her cunt, clenching like a fist, like a swimming squid.

Here are her legs, crashing and quivering, boot heels drumming on the bench.

Here are her hips, leaping and bucking, punching away with her pelvis.

Here are her breasts, sore and swollen and on fire, bouncing and jumping and gleaming.

Here is the ocean of her cum, drenching both her and him, her useless, sodden skirt around her waist.

Here are her hands, driving her nails into his torn, slashed buttocks, forcing them against her to break her bones.

Here is her wedding ring, still glinting as it presses into the flesh of his arse, washed with his sweat, forgotten and banished by her frenzy.

Here is her mouth, jaw locked open, lips taught and dry, roaring obscenity.

Here are her eyes, rolling in their sockets, no longer looking on the world.

And in her mind...

His cock, lodged in my cunt, in a sheath of my cunt, touching every square millimetre of my insides. I am completely filled, completely taken. His cock throbs and pulses, throbs and pulses. Oh yes! Oh yes! He's cumming! He's cumming inside me! He's fucking it into me! Yes! Ohhhhhh...My...God...

His cum washes around his cock, coating the walls of my cunt and filling it to the brim. Stream after stream scalds my cervix...My cunt milks it out of him as it pulls his cock inwards...

All her orgasms, one after another that have crashed through her these past minutes and flooded her being to the point of delirium, all have been no more than heralds of this obliteration, this titanic smashing to atoms, this ripping apart of mind, flesh, sinew, muscle, skin, nerve, bone, soul. He pours spunk into her and she melts, a rag doll tossed into molten lava and fighting against itself to escape the fire. Her spine, her skull, her hips and legs and feet and arms and elbows, all thrash and whip and jolt uncontrollably. Tears and sweat and cum erupt, so many screams scramble from her throat that they trip each other in the stampede and she is rendered voiceless for long seconds.

She has never, in her whole life, felt like this. She never knew what to cum was until now. It seems infinite, spasms splitting her to atoms, in a universe of cock and spunk and tortured cunt and nothing else.

He pulls from her, rips himself free, floodwaters of spunk still spurting from him, covering her vulva, her stomach, her tits, throat, face. He roars in an agony of his own, balls lifting and dropping, cock jumping as if in death throes. He staggers. Her body sobs, tossing her around on the bench, dumping her back to the profane earth with one last banshee scream.

When consciousness returns, it does so slowly. She smells his potent, soapy semen in her and on her, with tangs of sweat and oil and her own cum. She hears the music rushing back against her eardrums and her own breath sawing through her throat. She feels clinging, ruined clothes and cloying, sticky juices and the cold touch of the air on her naked skin. Blood thuds in her eyelids and earlobes. She opens them to find him spent and staring. She gasps and chokes, her voice croaking and cracking.

She opens her legs for him again and hook a heel behind his back, shifting herself forwards.

"More," she growls. "More. Fuck me again."

Her marriage can wait. This is the fuck of her life.



Ladies Night



I was in love with her the moment I first laid eyes on her. All it took was her turning to look at me and I was hooked. Even across the crowded dining room, it was as if her honey brown eyes were looking for my fiery brown ones. She sat across from a tall blonde with long legs that wore a skirt that no skank should ever venture out of the house in no matter how skinny they are. She wore spike heels that showed off her pink toenails and a pink blouse that showed off the curves of her augmented breasts. Fake tits, I sneered to myself as her blue eyes flicked to see who her date was looking at. No my attention was all for the honey brown eyed medium brown haired goddess across fro Miss Skank USA. She was shorter than I was that much was for sure, standing five foot nine at the most whereas I was five foot eleven. She wore tight black business pants and a black blouse, her feet adorned in black heeled boots that were maybe three inches, an inch taller than my heels.

"Ahem...Samantha I was talking," said a male voice and I turned to look at my date. Raymond was nice enough and seemed to really like me but girls had always been my biggest interest. I brushed back my long black hair as I smiled at him, knowing the smile didn't reach my fiery brown eyes but hoping that I seemed interested anyway as he went back on about his day at the gym. Ray was six foot three with short, spiky blonde hair and bright green eyes. He was the son of my mother's best friend but he just wasn't what I was looking for as my brain wandered back to the looks of the woman that had caught my eye. I smiled in all the right places as Ray fixed his gray dress shirt and black slacks as our food arrived.

"This looks good," I lied looking down at the shrimp salad he had ordered me which was not what I had wanted. I had said I wanted the shrimp with a salad on the side but Mr. Typical Male had not heard a word I said in his testosterone riddled brain. More than likely a result of taking the steroids I was almost positive he was taking as the waitress refilled my glass. I thanked her as Ray started eating the steak he had ordered for himself and wondered what would be the best way to be able to get out of here and run off. I put my napkin on the table and stood in my two inch strap heels, my mid-thigh length skirt falling around my skin as I excused myself, fixing the black blouse that I wore as I headed to the bathroom ignoring the stares of the men I walked passed before heading into the ladies room.

I hadn't been in there for more than a few moments when the door opened and my hand was grabbed turning me to face whoever it was. My fiery brown eyes met the honey brown eyes of the girl that had caught my attention before. Standing in front of me in her heeled boots that made her an inch shorter than me made me realize that she was even more well put together than I had originally thought. Her breasts were large and perky, she smelled of Baby Phat Seduction, her ears were pierced three times in one ear and four in the other. Her skin was honey brown, the perfect mix of Hispanic and European compared to my pale skin that showed none of the Puerto Rican in me and all the white girl in me. She smiled, her lips red as the first bloomed rose of spring, her teeth white as ivory as she spoke. "My name is Katherine and I am dying to know yours," she said, her voice perfect and what one would pictures angels to sound like.

"My name is Samantha. Forgive me for staring at you earlier Katherine but you are just so radiant that I could not stop myself," I said, brushing back my hair with one silver glitter French tipped finger, my silver bracelet moving as I did so. It had been a gift from my twin brother, him owning the masculine matching one to my own. With that one brush of my hair I revealed the five earrings in one ear and the four in the other as she came close to me, so close I knew she knew that I wore Ralph Lauren Romance perfume and that the necklace around my neck held a celestial pentacle on it as it rested on the tops of my breasts.

"I was looking too, please do not apologize. I was wondering if perhaps you would like to blow this dump and go out for a real good time," said Katherine boldly as she pressed her ruby red lips into my pale purple ones, her arm sliding around my waist as her other hand held my wrist still. I felt my arms snake around her neck as I kissed her back, pressing my back against the wall as my left leg slid up along her right one and she released my wrist to slide her hand along my bare thigh before our kiss ended much sooner than I had hoped it would.

"I wanted out of here anyway so yes let me tell my date I got sick and am going to drive myself home. I drive the GMC Topkick Pick-up in the parking lot, black with purple flames," I said sliding my leg down until it hit the floor and we exchanged phone numbers before exchanging a parting kiss. She cleaned her face and left first then I cleaned up and walked back to the table. When I got there Ray stood to help me as I grabbed my purse.

"What is it, are you alright Samantha?" Ray asked me and I nodded, faking sick as I saw Katherine leave the restaurant before I did.

"I'm alright just got sick. I'm just going to drive myself to my apartment and go to bed. See you later Raymond," I said, pulling my keys out of my purse and walking to the parking lot where I found Katherine leaning against my truck waiting for me and she smiled when our eyes met as did I as I unlocked the truck for us both to get inside.

"My car is at home. June, the girl I was with, drove me to work this morning the damned stalked," Katherine said as she buckled her seat belt and I pulled out of the parking lot wondering where we were headed before she spoke again. "Why don't we go back to my place? We can stop at the store on the way to get some stuff to make for dinner and drink and just spend the evening together," she said.

"That sounds like an idea," I said pulling into the parking lot of Vons about a mile away from the restaurant and parked. We both got out, our heels clicking on the asphalt of the parking lot as we made our way inside. Katherine grabbed a basket and my hand at the same time, smiling at me. This was the first time I had ever been seen publicly with a woman and had to admit that I liked it. I pushed the cart as she slid her arm around my waist while we walked up and down the aisles looking for stuff to take to her place.

Half an hour later she was directing me to her place, the backseat loaded with soda, wine coolers, potato chips, dip, veggies, fruit, ice cream, meat and anything else that we could think of to cook that night. I pulled into the driveway of her one bedroom house next to her Mustang and waited for her to unlock the door before we unloaded the groceries from the truck. Her place was nice, the decor reminding me of my apartment as we put things away and she put on a CD of goth rock music, one of our many similarities. I took off my heels to walk around barefoot when she took off her boots and we walked around the kitchen with wine coolers in hand while we cooked together. The meat she made smelled amazing as she told me repeatedly how good my pasta tasted.

Hours passed as we talked and got to know one another and the next thing I knew we were in the bedroom. She unbuttoned my blouse to expose the indigo colored lace bra that I wore and I opened hers to see the midnight blue satin one that she wore. Her fingers ran along my nipples through the lace and my eyes closed, my back arching as she teased me. I slid my arms around her and brought her done to me so that our lips met and my fingers expertly snapped her bra open, letting the straps fall down her arms as she rolled us to our sides, her body pressed against mine as though we were made for one another. She snapped my bra open and soon we were pulling them from one anothers body. I felt her lips leave mine and travel down my neck and top of my right breast before her lips locked around my nipple sucking and flicking it. "Oh Katherine," I moaned, my back arching as my fingers found her nipples and flicked them.

Katherine moaned as she released my nipple. "Oh Samantha let me make love to you," she whispered locking her lips around my other nipple, flicking it with her tongue as she sucked on it expertly. I felt my back arch as my hips inched forward from the sensations as her fingers found the nipple that she was not sucking on and flicked it as the cool air of the room made them harder than they had ever been before, I moaned again as she slid her free hand along my thigh and up my skirt until she reached my wet indigo lace panties, tracing her fingers along the outlines of my lips.

"Oh Katherine, yes please make love to me," I moaned as my hands left her breasts to slide down her back until they reached her waist to unzip the dress pants she wore over her midnight blue satin panties. I heard her moan as she released my nipples and rolled me onto my back. I looked at her as she smiled, her hair falling around her shoulders as she kissed her way from my breasts down the center of my body and to my skirt. She slid her hands on the waist of it and pulled it down to reveal my panties as she kissed my belly button, her tongue grazing it as I squirmed,

"You are so sexy when you squirm like that baby girl," Katherine said as she put my skirt on a chair and slid my panties down my hips, then my thighs then off entirely. I lay there nude as she spread my legs and kissed along my thighs with a moan. "Damn you smell good...I wonder if you taste as good as you smell baby girl," she said licking my outer lips softly with the tip of her tongue making me squirm. I felt her tongue sliding between the soft folds and flick my clit gently before moving down to enter me softly.

"Oh Katherine....oh sweetheart yes," I moaned, my legs open wide to allow her full access as her hands slid along my thighs, her nails digging in every now and then making me gasp and moan. I heard her moan as she slid one hand away from my thigh and to the sweet areas between my legs, her first and second fingers sliding deep within me as her lips sucked my clit hard and long, her tongue flicking it over and over again as I moaned begging her not to stop. I felt my body getting closer and closer to that edge as her fingers pounded within me and her tongue worked me over to help build the climax. I felt her speed up and knew that she wanted me bad then and there as my body arched with the force of my orgasm, my breath being torn from my lungs as she licked up every drop of fluid that my body had just produced as she pulled away from me and looked me in the eyes,

"You taste even better than you smell baby girl," Katherine said with a soft smile as she stood sliding off her pants and then her panties down her hips and thighs seductively, dancing for me to the beat of the music. I bit my lip watching her and before long she was totally nude. I watched as she crawled onto the bed above me and our lips met, my arms sliding around her neck as she caressed my breasts with her cool hands. She parted my lips with her tongue and met mine, the taste of me still on her lips as we made out.

"Oh Katherine...my darling," I purred sliding my fingers down between her legs to find that she was dripping wet. I slid my fingers along her slick lips, my thumb sliding along her clit as my first and second fingers slid within her, pounding her like she had done to me as my thumb traced circles around her clit. I slid one hand along her left nipple as I took her right one into my mouth, sucking hard and flicking fast as I pounded my fingers within her and listening to her moans. I loved the way her moans sounded, it was like listening to music that was made for me and me alone as she arched. Over and over I pounded and caressed, sucked and flicked until I brought her to the edge and over it....then did it again...and again as we made love throughout the entire night.

"Is that all that happened?" my twin brother Damien asked as he sat across from me at our dining table as we drank coffee together, him in just baggy pants and me in my robe in the apartment that we shared together. I had just taken a shower.

"No Damien, there was so much more and it was the greatest night of my life so far. I can't wait until she picks me up tonight," I said with a soft sigh.



Ladies' Night



Author's note: This story is a sequel to 'Birthday Surprise' which was posted on 9/27/2013 in the Sci-Fi & Fantasy category. Most of the futuristic elements of that story are not featured here, so I chose to post this one in E&V. It will be difficult to follow this story without reading at least a portion of its predecessor. I've been told that was a pretty good story, but if you don't wish to read all of it, read the italicized section that starts about half way down the first page. That will give you enough info about Audrey's birthday gift to understand Ladies' Night. 

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Audrey Jensen was putting the final touches on the light supper she would be serving to her friends later in the evening when her husband Eric stepped into the kitchen to kiss her goodbye.

"I'm off," he said. "Everything is ready in the bedroom. What time can I come home?"

"No earlier than eleven. The girls will be pretty busy most of the evening and you'll just be in the way." Eric gave her a wink and headed for the front door, knowing full well what was in store for Audrey's guests.

The 'girls,' or the Gang of Four as Eric called them, were four friends, including Audrey, who had been together since early childhood. They went all through school together, often in the same classes, and then off to college as a group. Inseparable for over thirty years, they now lived within a mile of each other and got together several times each week. Fortunately, all four were married to men who liked one another so the couples had been very close for years. Eric was meeting the guys at O'Reilly's bar for a dart tournament while Audrey entertained the girls in their home. The ladies were in for a treat but didn't know it.

Audrey, the attorney, Nina the bank vice president, Melissa the stock broker, and Kendra the marketing executive made up the foursome. They were closer than siblings. Audrey had once confessed to Eric that the women had enjoyed an intense physical relationship during the first semester of their sophomore year at college. None were virgins when they started college but none had experienced anything other than self-induced orgasms. Their experimentations resulted in each of them having their first orgasms involving another person.

All four women were very bright and found college work to be easy. The result was many more hours of free time than most of their classmates enjoyed. They used the time well. Occupying two adjacent dorm rooms with a connecting door gave them ample space and privacy to indulge in their sexual experiments. Nina, the risk taker and leader of the pack, had obtained a strap-on dildo somewhere and the ladies put it to good use. Between them, they owned an assortment of vibrators. By Christmas break, all were proficient at finger fucking, cunnilingus, vibrator use, and strap-on sex. As an added bonus, all four had become multiply orgasmic by the time the semester ended.

Eric's timing had been perfect. He met Audrey at a school Christmas party a couple of days before classes ended for the semester and fell head over heels in love with her before the evening was over. She was equally smitten with him. Separated by hundreds of miles over the holidays, they stayed in constant touch, counting the minutes until they could be together again when school resumed in January.

Although the girls remained the best of friends, Audrey soon lost interest in girl-on-girl sex, preferring Eric's attention, which he lavished upon her every chance he got. Quickly discovering they had remarkable sexual compatibility, they fucked their brains out as often as possible.

The three remaining ladies continued their lesbian activities until, one by one, each met the man who would eventually become her husband. All four couples married within weeks of each other after graduation and all had jobs in the same city. Thirteen years after graduation, their marriages remained solid and the eight of them were like one big, well-adjusted family.

The women shared everything, confiding every intimate detail of their thoughts, feelings, marital trials and tribulations, and sex lives. Furthermore, each went home after a gathering and promptly blabbed nearly every secret to their husbands. The men knew this was the norm but had only discussed it once. Years ago they had acknowledged to each other that it was going on, that it was beyond their control, and that is was the price they had paid to marry into the coven. They never mentioned it again, choosing to ignore the fact that each guy knew when the others had sex, how often they were able to make their wives cum, and which successful techniques had been employed to do so. Sexual positions favored by each woman were common knowledge. All this probably sparked numerous fantasies among the men, but none of it was ever discussed.

The women were so much a part of each other's lives that if one felt threatened or hurt the others would form a phalanx around the injured party, fully prepared to do battle in her defense. This occasionally caused a problem for one husband or another. If he were judged to be guilty of some transgression, he would be snubbed by all four women until he was allowed to know what sin he'd committed and had properly atoned for it. This process was unpleasant enough that the men were generally very well-behaved.

In spite of their success in professions still mostly dominated by men, the ladies were feminine to the core when away from work. Forced to wear conservative clothing during the workday, each chose clothing that accentuated her femininity when in more casual settings. None wore bras except when exercising.

Always prompt, Nina was the first to arrive. A tall slim brunette, she had a splendid figure. Her hair was worn shoulder-length which complemented her beautiful oval face. Of Italian extraction, she had the perfect olive complexion of her Mediterranean ancestors. Nina favored understated elegance when choosing her clothing and was wearing a short, flower print dress that highlighted her lovely legs. One of the most attractive things about her was her personality. Lively and outgoing, Nina often led her friends into adventures they might otherwise avoid. A natural leader, it was Nina whom Audrey would rely on to spark the evening's success.

Melissa came through the door moments later. The smallest of the four at only a little over five feet, she was a petite, exotic looking young Japanese-American woman with a gorgeous body and long black waist-length hair. Her outfit for the evening was a pale yellow sundress and matching high-heeled sandals that perfectly complemented her flawless oriental skin. She had been the most bashful during their sexual adventures years before, although once aroused became something of a tigress in bed. Melissa was the most cautious member of the group and usually the last to follow Nina's lead. If anyone balked at the night's activities, Audrey knew it would be Melissa.

Kendra, fashionably late as usual, was the last to arrive. A beautiful, slender, athletic blond with long silky hair pulled back into a ponytail, she was wearing a short green pleated skirt, a sleeveless blouse, and slip-on tennis shoes; looking much like the cheerleader she had been in school. Kendra had perky breasts and beautiful legs. During their sexual experimentation days, she was the first to achieve multiple orgasms. Audrey knew she would enthusiastically participate in the evening's agenda.

And of course, there was Audrey herself to round out the foursome. A medium height, red-haired beauty with a superb figure; long shapely legs, narrow waist, and high firm breasts. Her ancestry provided her with perfect Celtic skin. A holy terror in the courtroom, she was less adventuresome and outgoing than either Nina or Kendra when off work. Tonight Audrey was attired much like Nina, her outfit for the evening consisting of a short, simple dress and sandals.

"Dinner is served," announced Audrey as she herded the group into the dining room and began pouring a nice Pinot Grigio.

"Okay, what's up," demanded Nina. "You hate to cook. What's the occasion?"

"I didn't cook anything. This is all deli fare and there's not a lot of it. I don't want you getting fat and lazy before we get down to business. Don't drink too much either. You might want to keep your wits about you."

"Please tell us what you're up to," pleaded Kendra with a smile. "You know I can't stand suspense."

"I'll only tell you this much," Audrey responded with a grin. "Eric gave me a wonderful birthday present last week and I want to share it with all of you. But not until dinner is over."

Resigned to following Audrey's lead, the ladies spent a pleasant hour chatting about anything and everything, including Audrey's night in the Excelsior penthouse on her birthday, minus a few critical details, until the food disappeared and a second bottle of wine had been consumed.

"Okay, Audrey. Enough is enough. I've run out of patience," announced Nina, folding her arms across her chest, accentuating her perfect breasts. "Let's hear it."

"Alright, alright," Audrey said with a laugh. "Eric bought me an android."

"Does it do windows, or is it that kind of android," asked Kendra and all of them laughed, remembering their previous conversation about Nina's cousin in Denver."

"It is that kind of android," Audrey announced with a grin and all the women began talking at once.

"Let's see it," demanded Nina. "Right now!"

"Okay," Audrey said with a wide smile. "Come along with me."

Audrey led the women into her spacious master bedroom and instructed them to sit on the end of the king-sized bed facing a large video screen attached to the opposite wall. The bed had been prepared like the one in the penthouse; no bedclothes other than a fitted top sheet and a single pillow

"I'm going to show you a short video first," she announced as she tapped a couple of icons on a control tablet and the screen came to life.

"Hello. My name is Mason Allgood, Marketing Director of Android Innovations. I would like to congratulate you on your acquisition of Rex, the latest in our line of android fucking machines. If you have purchased this product for your own use, you are a very wise and discriminating shopper. If you have received this product as a gift, you are fortunate to have such a thoughtful benefactor. Over the next ten minutes or so, I'll provide an overview summarizing this amazing machine's features and capabilities.

Rex is a fourth generation sex android, vastly improved over earlier versions. Your particular model has been designed to service females. Its functions and specifications have been tailored for that purpose."

Pandemonium reigned in the bedroom as the women began squealing with delight and talking over one another. Audrey let the ruckus continue for a few moments and then attempted to regain order.

"Girls! Girls!" she exclaimed and was promptly ignored.

"Ladies! If you don't watch the rest of the video I'm not going to show you the machine," a threat that caused them to settle down and order was finally restored.

For the next ten minutes or so, the three women sat stunned by the same video that had held Audrey transfixed on her birthday a few days before.

As Audrey expected, Nina was the first to respond when the video was over.

"Well, are you going to share?" she asked with a grin. "I picked up on that part."

"Of course, that's why we're here."

"We're going to do it tonight?" asked Melissa, a note of apprehension in her voice.

"Why not tonight?" responded Nina and Kendra simultaneously.

"I don't know. I was just asking," Melissa replied with a small frown.

"Let's see this guy" suggested Nina.

"Okay, here goes," said Audrey as she walked over to open the closet door.

"Wake up Rex. Follow me." She commanded and the completely nude android marched behind her into the center of the room.

"Stop." She ordered and Rex halted about two feet in front of the three women perched on the bed.

"It looks so real!" exclaimed Kendra. "And it's gorgeous."

"Oh, my God Audrey!" exclaimed Melissa. "It looks just like that movie star you like so much. What's his name?"

"Wade Thomas. And Audrey's not the only one who has the hots for him," Nina said with a grin.

"Do the demonstration that guy in the video talked about!" demanded Kendra.

"That's next. Everyone stay put," Audrey ordered as she tapped an icon on the tablet.

For the next several minutes, Audrey presided over the demo just as Eric had done, pausing often to allow the women to point, exclaim, giggle, and ask questions. Pausing one final time, she handed Kendra, who was sitting in the middle, a towel.

"Lay this across your lap and hold one end up by the corners," she ordered, mimicking Eric's instructions on her birthday.

When Kendra had followed her instructions, Audrey tapped the resume icon.

Immediately, the machine's cock convulsed and shot five steams of "cum" directly into the towel, each squirt hitting the towel with considerable force.

All three women expressed amazement as they examined the sizeable deposits in the towel.

"Well Audrey, are you going to demonstrate this thing for us before we get to try it out?" Nina asked with a wicked grin.

"Not exactly," she answered as she relieved Kendra of the towel. Then giving a series of commands, she made Rex move off to one side of the bed so the screen was clearly visible once more. Taking up a position off to the other side so she could observe the reactions of her friends, Audrey tapped an icon on the tablet.

All three women let out a gasp as an image of Audrey, lying on the penthouse bed with her legs opened wide, sprang to life on the screen.

"This is the video taken by Rex when he fucked me the first time," she announced.

"Fuck me," the televised Audrey commanded.

For the next ten minutes, the ladies watched, completely captivated, as their friend was expertly fucked by the machine. In spite of their sexual intimacy in college, none of the women had ever witnessed one of their number being fucked by a man. Rex was so lifelike they could almost believe they were watching Audrey cheat on her husband.

Each change; vibration, speed, and thrusting power, elicited a visible and audible response from Audrey. As the vigorous fucking continued, her facial expressions and vocal responses reflected intense physical pleasure.

The cameras captured Audrey's impending orgasm perfectly, her nipples dancing to the beat of the cock pounding into her pussy. Finally, her eyes shot open and she let out a primal wail as a series of intense orgasmic shudders raced through her body. Collapsing beneath the machine's electronic gaze, Audrey's breasts rose and fell rapidly as her breathing raced out of control.

The movements of her body became less distinct as Rex slowed his pace, soon fucking her with the original gentle rhythm.

Audrey issued the string of orders that ended the encounter and Rex's camera's panned backwards as he took up his position at the foot of the bed. The last image was once again of Audrey lying in the center of the bed with widespread legs, but this time the results of her encounter; a swollen, dripping pussy, exposed clitoris, glistening thighs, flushed face, and tangled hair were plainly visible. The screen clearly displayed a woman who had just been thoroughly and dramatically fucked.

"Oh my God!" exclaimed Kendra. "I'd forgotten how noisy you are when you cum!"

"I sure hope that felt as good as it looked," declared Nina, clearly aroused by what she had just seen. "Why did you only cum once? It looked to me like you were ready to go again."

"I could have," answered Audrey, "but I wanted Eric to fuck me."

"Weren't you scared?" asked Melissa, ever the cautious one.

"I was pretty nervous, but Eric was beside me all the way. I wouldn't have wanted to do it alone the first time. Actually, I haven't done it alone yet. I'll save that for Eric's next business trip. Right now we're having too much fun using the machine together."

"Let's play rock, paper, scissors to see who goes first," suggested Nina, more than ready to take her turn.

"I'm not sure about this," said Melissa with a small frown."

"Oh come on, Melissa," admonished Nina. "When did you get to be such a prude? Every woman in this room has finger fucked you, licked your pussy, stuck her fingers up your ass, vibrated your clit, and boned you with a strap-on. Many times."

"I know, but that was years ago. I'm just not sure I can go through with this."

"Okay, I'll tell you what. Kendra and I will flip a coin to see who goes first. When we're done, you can decide whether or not you want to play. I'm betting you will."

Audrey produced a quarter from the top of Eric's dresser and tossed it into the air. "Call it Kendra," she ordered.

"Tails," came the reply.

"It's heads," Audrey announced. "Nina goes first."

"Shit!" exclaimed Kendra.

"All right!" cried Nina with a fist pump as she turned her back to Kendra. "Unzip my dress."

"Wait just a minute," Audrey cautioned as the zipper came down. "I want to show you one more video and tell you a couple of things before you start."

Tapping an icon on the touch pad brought another image to the screen. The picture, obviously shot from above, showed Rex's backside with Audrey's legs spread widely underneath him. Another tap on the tablet produced a second still shot with Eric lying naked on his side, his back to the camera, Rex and Audrey only partially visible.

"Nice butt," quipped Nina, causing all the women to laugh.

A second later a third image, taken from the other side of the bed, plainly showed Rex poised over Audrey with his cock buried to the hilt in her pussy. Eric's image was mostly obscured. One more tap on the tablet and the image sprang to life. The ladies watched, for the second time, Audrey being fucked by her birthday present. Her entire body was visible as Rex pounded his cock into her, soon pushing her over the edge into the wonderfully intense orgasm they had observed earlier.

"I can't wait any longer," exclaimed Nina as she quickly removed her dress and kicked off her shoes. Only her black lace panties remained. "I don't need any preparation. I'm dripping already."

"Let me explain those pictures and that last video. They were taken with hidden cameras Eric installed in the penthouse bedroom earlier on my birthday. At the time I didn't know they were there. Those cameras are now installed in this room along with a couple more."

Audrey pointed out each camera location to the women; one in the ceiling, one on each side of the bed, one just below the video screen on the wall opposite the bed, and the fifth one in the headboard.

"The one in the headboard provides a unique perspective if Rex is fucking you in the missionary position. It's your choice. I can activate the cameras and give you a copy of everything to take home or I can turn them off and cover up the lenses. I can't deactivate Rex's cameras but we can erase the video when each of you is finished with him if you like."

"I want the videos," announced Nina. "If that thing makes me cum and Rob sees it happen, he'll have a machine on order inside of ten minutes."

"Me too," announced Kendra. "I don't want David to miss this."

"Melissa?" asked Audrey.

"I haven't decided yet."

"One last thing," announced Audrey, acknowledging Melissa with a nod of her head. "Rex has two audio response capabilities. In one, he will only respond to my voice. In the other he will respond to any command he hears regardless of the source. Eric put him in that mode before he left so he can respond to each of you. That means all of us have to be careful what we say so that only the user is controlling the machine."

"Right now," Audrey continued, "Rex is set to perform in the Auto mode, but you can take control any time you like by giving him a command. That will shift him into Manual mode and you'll have to give him directions from then on each time you want him to do something. I have little cards for each of you that list the commands. For reference, he was fucking me in Auto on the videos you saw. Here's what you can expect......"




Ladies' Night



"For God's sake Audrey, hush," ordered Nina. "We all saw what it did to you. I want to get started."

"Okay, okay," Audrey replied with a grin. "You girls grab a folding chair from the closet and gather by the bed while Nina gets ready."

Everyone sprang into motion. Nina ripped her panties off and arranged herself in the middle of the bed with her legs open and her head resting on the pillow. Audrey gave the orders to reposition Rex at the foot of the bed, his mid-sized erection poised for the Auto mode. The ladies placed their chairs on one side of the bed to allow the camera on the opposite side to have an unobstructed view of the proceedings that were about to unfold.

Quickly taking their seats, they watched as Nina tested her level of lubrication with her fingers. Apparently satisfied, she gave the order everyone was waiting to hear.

"Fuck me," she commanded emphatically with no hesitation, exactly as Audrey expected her to do.

Rex came to life, quickly positioned himself between Nina's eagerly waiting thighs, grasped his lubricated cock, and slowly pushed it into her pussy.

"Oh God," cried Nina, responding to the penetration.

"Oh God," breathed Kendra and Melissa, acutely aware that they were about to witness something extraordinary.

As they had just seen in Audrey's video, the fucking machine supported its weight on its knees and outstretched arms on either side of Nina's ribcage and then began to gently fuck her with its slowest stroke speed.

Nina immediately laced her fingers together behind Rex's neck and stared pointedly into his camera lens eyes. Audrey suspected she was doing it for Rob. When he watched the video, Nina would appear to be looking directly into his eyes. The effect on him would be electrifying. Moments later, Nina was vocally expressing her pleasure with a variety of moans, murmurs and soft cries.

When Audrey had used Rex for the first time, it had taken just under ten minutes for him to overcome her anxiousness and fuck her into an orgasmic state. Nina, being naturally less inhibited and having had the advantage of seeing Audrey's video, was on the verge of orgasm in less than half that time. Sensing Nina's rapidly elevating arousal, Rex was soon fucking her very hard at a rate of two strokes per second.

No longer capable of making eye contact with the machine, Nina shifted her hands to Rex's shoulders, closed her eyes, and surrendered completely to the sensations produced by the cock thrusting inside her. Drawing her legs alongside Rex's flanks, her body biometrically signaled an impending orgasm. The machine immediately increased the speed and power of its thrusts. A minute later Rex ejaculated into her and Nina went over the edge with a high-pitched cry of release as several orgasmic spasms rippled across her body.

The machine slowed its pace as Nina struggled to get control of her breathing. All three observers were having breathing problems of their own.

"Jesus Christ!" exclaimed Kendra.

"I don't think I believe what I just saw," croaked Melissa.

Audrey remained silent but was obviously aroused as they all watched the machine continue to slowly fuck their friend, patiently awaiting either a command or a sign of increasing arousal from her.

It was soon apparent that one orgasm was not going to be enough for Nina. Glancing over at her three friends with a heavy-lidded smile, she clasped Rex by his biceps and began to answer his thrusts with hip movements of her own. Alerted to her growing need, Rex picked up his pace and once again began relentlessly pounding his cock into her pussy. The sounds of flesh striking flesh filled the room and mingled with Nina's cries of pleasure, her nipples dancing to the android's rhythm.

The earlier scene repeated itself as Nina experienced her second orgasm in less than ten minutes, her body quivering with powerful contractions, her friends squirming in their seats in obvious states of sympathetic arousal.

Once again slowing to its slowest speed, the machine waited.

"Stop" ordered Nina, her voice shaky. Rex immediately halted. "Make him go away, Audrey."

The machine withdrew its dripping cock and retreated to stand at the foot of the bed in response to a series of orders from Audrey.

"Pause," directed Audrey, rendering the android temporarily inert.

Nina was still except for her rapid breathing, one forearm draped across her eyes, legs widely splayed.

"Oh fuck, that was good," she finally said as she rolled to the side of the bed nearest her friends and sat for a moment in front of them with shaking legs. A long streak of Rex's cum stained the sheet behind her and more of it was displayed on Nina's thighs. "I need a towel or something."

Audrey reached behind her to a pile of hand towels she had strategically placed earlier in the day. Taking one in hand she gently wiped the fluid from her friend's pussy and thighs.

"Stay put for a second," she ordered and rose unsteadily to her feet, a little week-kneed herself from what she had just observed.

Returning moments later with a bathrobe, she helped Nina stand and then gently lowered her into the chair vacated by Melissa who was in the process of removing her sundress.

"My turn," Melissa announced, apparently having overcome any misgivings she might have had earlier.

"Not so fast Madam Butterfly," said Kendra with a grin, using their nickname for Melissa. "It's my turn. I called tails and won second place. But... you can go ahead if you like. I haven't yet made up my mind what I want Rex to do to me."

Audrey returned from the closet with several more bathrobes which, based on Nina's experience, would soon be in demand. Returning to her seat, Audrey pulled Nina close and kissed the still-dazed woman on the cheek.

Melissa, clearly in an advanced state of anticipation, stepped out of her sundress, kicked off her heels and peeled a pair of lacy yellow panties down over elegant legs. Taking up a position on the bed close to the side where her friends were sitting, Melissa pulled her long hair to one side and opened her thighs.

"Shall I leave the cameras on?" asked Audrey.

"Keep 'em rolling," Melissa replied with a smile.

"Resume," Audrey ordered Rex, rendering him ready to receive instructions.

"This is for you, Marc," Melissa announced, looking directly up into the ceiling camera, and then gave an order that would surely drive her husband wild. "Finger fuck me!"

Immediately, the android lay down alongside Melissa's small frame. Propping his head on one hand, much like a human lover might do if he wished to study his partner's reactions; Rex placed his other hand on Melissa's pussy. Slipping the two middle fingers inside, he began a slow rhythm; withdrawing his fingers to circle her clitoris and then reinserting them, curling upward to stoke her g-spot.

"Oh God," moaned Melissa, who had always loved to be finger fucked.

"Oh God!" she cried again as the probing fingers started to vibrate.

Melissa, always physically and vocally active when aroused, was soon writhing on the bed, thrusting her hips into Rex's hand, and crying out loudly. She had been so obviously amped up that her friends knew it would not be long before she went over the edge.

A few short minutes later, clasping both hands over her mouth to muffle her screams, Melissa began to shudder as the magical fingers lifted her up and over the summit into a shattering orgasm.

Rex slowed his manipulations but held his fingers inside Melissa's pussy waiting for further biometric or vocal instructions.

"Help me Audrey," she whispered when her breathing got under control. "I can't remember what to do."

Audrey gave the necessary commands and the android was once again standing at the foot of the bed.

"Now I want him to fuck me," announced Melissa.

"You just said the magic words, Sweetie. He's already on the move."

For the second time that evening, the machine positioned itself between eager thighs and inserted a well-lubricated cock into a willing pussy.

Melissa was so small that Rex's cock looked huge as the three observers watched it disappear and reappear at a frantic pace. Easily accommodating the cock pounding into her, Melissa was soon counterthrusting and crying out loudly.

Audrey sensed movement beside her and glanced over in time to see Kendra lift up her skirt and thrust a hand between her legs. Kicking off her sandals, she propped her feet up on the edge of the bed and spread her legs to allow better access.

"Take it easy, Hon," you're next. "And I don't think you'll have to wait long."

"I know. I just can't help it. I've never seen anything like this."

As if on cue, Melissa wrapped her small legs around Rex's waist and pulled herself up into his pounding cock, providing all the biometric signals he needed. Increasing speed for the final time, the machine ejaculated into her pussy just as she let out a loud scream and sagged back onto the bed, her small breasts heaving.

"Oh Christ!" exclaimed Nina, now fully recovered.

"Oh shit!" exclaimed Kendra, right on the edge herself but smart enough to cease fingering her clit; no point in wasting an orgasm since she would soon be in Melissa's place.

Audrey gave the necessary orders and Rex retreated to his station at the foot of the bed.

Originally intending to preserve her arousal for Eric's return later in the evening, Audrey soon realized she might have to do something to scratch her itch. Only her need to take care of Melissa prevented her from following Kendra's lead. As soon as Rex began fucking Kendra, she might have to give in to temptation.

Melissa needed as much help as Nina in the aftermath of the serious fucking she had just received. This time, Nina helped clean her up and guide her into a seat beside the bed. Kendra was no help, already ripping off her clothing.

"How much time do I have?" she asked. "Are its batteries okay?"

"Don't worry, it can easily outlast you," Audrey replied with a laugh.

Kendra giggled and then knelt on the foot of the bed, her ass in the air, her torso flat on the mattress, and her face turned toward her friends. Audrey held her breath, not sure which command Kendra was going to issue.

"Pay attention David," she called aloud to the recording devices. And then......

"Fuck me!" she ordered, taking the more conservative path.

"Oh fuck!" cried Kendra as the android entered her.

"Oh!....Oh!....Oh God!" she chanted as the vibrations began.

Audrey had used this position with the machine a couple of times over the weekend, but watching the machine step up behind her friend, grasp her by the hips, and slide its cock into her pussy was a different matter. As Rex began his purposeful stroke, Audrey began to lubricate heavily. Eric would surely get laid tonight, but he probably wouldn't provide her first orgasm of the evening.

Kendra, pressing her face into the pillow to muffle her cries, was soon clawing at the sheets as the android drove its cock into her with increasing speed and force, its balls hammering into her clit at the end of each stroke.

It was over in a few short minutes. Shockwaves raced across Kendra's body as she came with a scream that echoed off the bedroom walls. Falling forward on the bed, she disengaged from Rex's still-thrusting and vibrating cock in the middle of his ejaculation, the final spurt landing on her back.

"Stop!" ordered Audrey to protect her friend, not knowing exactly how Rex would respond to the abrupt cessation of activity. Rex held his position at the foot of the bed and waited.

"I'm not finished," panted Kendra. "Just let me rest for a few seconds."

"Take your time," breathed Audrey. "I think we need to rest a little too."

A minute or so later, Kendra rolled over onto her back, spread her legs to expose her dripping pussy and gave the command.

"Fuck me!" she ordered and Rex complied.

Kendra's second round produced a carbon copy of the orgasms achieved earlier by her friends. She had always been the quickest to cum in college and nothing appeared to have changed. Rex was soon pounding his cock into her; her cries competing with the sounds of his hips striking the backs of her thighs. Kendra went over the edge with a shriek and the room went silent except for the labored breathing of all four women.

A few seconds later, Kendra had recovered enough to give the necessary orders. Once again Rex took up his position at the foot of the bed.

"You girls help her out," instructed Audrey as she removed her dress. "I can't handle any more of this. I have to take a turn."

While Nina and Melissa tended to a still-shaking Kendra, Audrey stepped out of her sodden panties.

Over the weekend, she and Eric had spent hours experimenting with the android. In the process, Rex had gained a tremendous amount of knowledge about Audrey's responses to a wide range of sexual stimuli and she had learned a great deal about the machine's capabilities. Audrey had experienced countless orgasms in a variety of positions. By Sunday night, she was completely at ease with the machine and the only unexplored realms were anal intercourse and the very largest cock size. Based on her experiences, she decided to give her friends a little something different to watch.

With a series of orders, Audrey positioned Rex on the opposite side of the bed from the ladies, facing away from them.

"Lie back," she commanded and the android centered itself on the bed with its head near the observers.

"Erect," she ordered and the machine produced its smallest size erection.

"Bigger," she directed and then repeated the order to create the same size erection the ladies had all been enjoying.

"Lubricate," she commanded and a thin coating of lubricant appeared on the skin of Rex's cock.

Audrey climbed up on the bed to straddle the machine facing her friends, her pussy poised directly above the engorged phallus. Slowly lowering herself into position, she let out a soft moan as she took the hardness deep inside and then smiled at her companions, all of whom were staring intently at the cock disappearing inside their friend.

With slow, deliberate movements Audrey began to ride Rex's stiff cock, resolving to hold her orgasm at bay for as long as possible. Minutes passed as she slowly increased the speed of her ascent and descent, pausing occasionally to rock her pelvis back and forth, stimulating her clitoris at a measured pace. Soft murmurs, cries, and moans accompanied her movements until she decided it was time to take things to the next level and shock her friends a little.

"Vibrate," she ordered suddenly and the cock she was riding sprang to life. Audrey cried out sharply in response and began to move with greater purpose.

"Bigger!" Audrey ordered, rising up a little to make sure her friends would have a good view as the growing cock stretched her pussy.

"Oh my God!" cried Nina, echoed soon after by Kendra and Melissa.

All three women watched, spellbound, as Rex's cock grew a bit in length and breadth with each appearance between Audrey's thighs, soon arriving at the seven inch length and two and a quarter inch diameter programmed for a size-four erection.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Audrey cried out continuously as she lost all ability to stave off the climax that was building inside her. Hair flying and breasts bouncing in time with her movements, she brought herself right to the edge.

"Ejaculate!" she cried.

A long, high-pitched wail announced a thunderous orgasm as it consumed the beautiful woman astride her fucking machine.

"Fuck. Oh fuck," breathed Nina as Audrey slowly brought her movements to a halt. Kendra and Melissa were speechless.

Audrey remained motionless for a minute or so, her head bowed, her hair hanging down in front of her face, her breasts heaving as she struggled to regain control of her breathing.

"Pause," she commanded, finally remembering that she needed to inert the machine.

"I think I need a little help," she said with a quiver in her voice.

All three women responded at once, climbing on the bed to support Audrey as she disengaged from the huge cock, a gush of cum oozing out of her pussy as she pulled free.

With assistance, Audrey was able to perch on the side of the bed, her body still trembling from the violence of her orgasm. Kendra knelt in front of her with a towel to clean up the remaining mess while Nina and Melissa sat with their arms around her shoulders.

Finally, Kendra draped the remaining bathrobe around Audrey's shoulders and her friends helped her to her feet.

"Okay ladies," announced Nina getting things moving as usual, "let's finish getting cleaned up and dressed. I'm sure Audrey has more wine. We all need it."

Audrey finally recovered enough to give a series of orders and Rex retreated to the closet and his resting pad.

***

Ten minutes later, four fully dressed women were once again gathered around Audrey's dining room table with wine glasses in hand. All looked a lot worse for wear but had satisfied smiles on their faces.

"For the record ladies," Audrey remarked while tapping an icon or two on Rex's control pad, "all of that bedroom activity involved a little over an hour but only thirty eight minutes of actual fucking time."

"Four women, seven orgasms, thirty eight minutes. Jesus!" exclaimed Kendra.

"If Rob doesn't buy me one of those things, I'm leaving him," announced Nina with a mock frown. All the women could easily afford to buy their own androids, but Audrey had received hers as a gift and they were determined to obtain theirs the same way.

"I think Android Innovations will be somewhat richer by the end of the week," announced Audrey as she handed each woman a chip with the audio and video recordings of their encounter with Rex. "When your guys see these, they won't be able think about anything other than ordering a machine. You'd better start thinking about who you want your androids to look like. No fair using Wade Thomas. He's all mine."

"How much do our husbands know?" Kendra enquired.

"Eric was going to tell them about the machine as soon as they arrived at the bar. He also was going to tell them that each of you would get an opportunity to try it out. They don't know about the videos since we didn't know how you would feel about being recorded," replied Audrey.

"Did you keep a copy of our videos?" asked Nina with her patented wicked grin.

"Of course not. Only my own. What made you even ask that?"

"My mind is just spinning with ideas," Nina answered. "Maybe we ought to think about taking things to a new level."

"Oh no," breathed the ever-cautious Melissa.

"What are you thinking, Nina?" Kendra demanded with a smile.

"I don't know. Maybe we ought to think about group sex, or something, with the androids and our husbands."

"Maybe that idea has some merit," said Audrey, giving her friend a thoughtful look.

"I'm in," announced Kendra.

"You can't be serious!" cried Melissa. "Count me out!"

Nina just grinned at her, knowing she would eventually go along with whatever the group decided.

"I guess we used up most of your 'share' opportunities," Kendra offered.

"No, just one. A share starts when Rex is awakened and isn't over until he arrives back on his pad to get his batteries recharged. I have four left and you'll each have five when you get your machines. That's nineteen remaining among the four of us." Audrey replied.

"I think I'm seeing lots of possibilities ahead." declared Nina.

"Oh no," breathed Melissa for the second time in thirty seconds.

***

Audrey heard the electronic door lock announce Eric's arrival thirty minutes after her friends had departed.

"How did it go?" he asked, then seeing his still-disheveled wife loosely arranged on the sofa, "......never mind. Let me guess. It went better than you expected," he finished with a wide grin.




Ladies' Night



"I'll show you my video and then I'll describe what happened to the girls. The whole experience blew my mind. When I'm finished, you have to fuck me. I only had one orgasm tonight and I need at least one more."

Without a word Eric took his wife's hand and led her down the hall to their bedroom.

"Tomorrow I want to talk to you about an idea Nina had," Audrey said as she trailed along behind her husband.

"Imagine that," Eric replied with a smile, "Nina had an idea."

***

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Ladies' Night at the Bull Pen



DISCLAIMER: This story features a wife that takes control of both her and her husband's sexualities. If you are the type that dislikes this type of story and insists on making idiotic, disparaging anonymous comments, skip it and go elsewhere. If you like this type of story, I appreciate comments and private messages that let me know exactly how much you liked it...in explicit detail if you like. 

I got home late, as usual. I was putting in extra time at work to make sure I kept my job. Still, I had told my wife Candy that tonight was going to be different, and it wasn't. I pulled into the driveway about 8:30, and the house was quiet and dark.

There was a note taped to the front door with my name on it. "Your clothes are laid out on the bed in the guest room. Grab a shower in the guest bath and get ready. I'm in our room. Don't bother me until I'm ready. We're going out. The kids are at Trish's overnight."

My wife was being unusually directive. It wasn't like her, but it was having a positive effect on me. I was half hard in the shower, wondering what she had planned. She had laid out a dress shirt and slacks for me. Nice clothes, but nothing special. I got dressed and waited in the living room for her to come out. It was 9:45 by the time our bedroom door opened.

My wife was simply stunning, a vision of glamour from head to toe. She was wearing a short black cocktail dress with a deep scooped halter top, black stockings and strappy black sandals. The dress showed off her bare back from the tie of the halter top to the small of her back. The material of the dress was shimmery, like silk, and flowed across her pale soft skin as she stepped toward me. She had obviously visited the salon that day for a French manicure, and to get her long blonde hair done in a loose, flowing set of curls, partly pinned up by an ornate silver hair pin on one side. 

I was speechless as I stood up to greet her. Her makeup was perfectly done, not understated, but not garish either. It showed off her delicate features perfectly. I regained my composure enough to let out a low whistle. "Wow, baby, you look great..." 

I was about to ask where we were going when she put a finger to my mouth to silence me. She looked serious. "You're late...again."

I started to stammer an apology. She interrupted, "I don't care. No more excuses, tonight is my night. Do you like the new dress?" She spun around with her arms outstretched, causing the hem of the skirt to swirl around as she moved. I caught a glimpse of stocking tops, and it was obvious she wore no bra, as I got a good look at the sides of her naked breasts when she spun.

This was totally unlike her. She was normally conservative and shy. "Well, do you like it?" she asked impatiently as I gaped. My dick was making a tent in my pants, but she wasn't looking there for her answer.

"You look amazing, just amazing!" I leaned forward to kiss her but she gave me the same raised finger. 

"Uh uh, don't mess up my makeup." I looked down at her hand and noticed that there was something else she wasn't wearing: her wedding ring. "Let's get going, it's almost 10pm and the night is wasting."

"Should I change? I feel kinda underdressed compared to you."

"It won't matter," she said flatly. "This is my night, not yours, you owe me...let's just go." I followed her out to my car. She stood by the passenger door as I opened it with the remote, expecting her to get in. I was almost to my door when I realized she was waiting for me to open hers.

"Such chivalry," she teased as I helped her into the passenger seat, her dress riding up to clearly show the tops of stay up stockings. She crossed her legs before I could see what panties she wore, or if she was wearing any at all.

"Where are we headed?" I asked as I slid into the car. 

"The Bull Pen. Ever heard of it?"

"No. Where is it?"

"Up on the East side, near MLK." 

"Uhhhh...." I started to object, the neighborhood wasn't great in that area.

"It'll be fine; Trish and Jerry go a couple times a month." That didn't fill me with warm fuzzy feelings. Trish was the wild child of the sisters, and Jerry pretty much went along with whatever she wanted.

When we got up to the cross-town expressway, I reached over and put my hand on Candy's knee, easing my hand up toward her still-visible stocking tops, with the intent of checking for panties. I was fully hard now, thinking she might not be wearing any. She quickly reached down and took my hand, placing it back on the steering wheel. "Don't muss up my look before we get there. Pay attention to the road."

I pouted. She giggled at me. "If you are trying figure out if I'm wearing panties, I am. New ones you've never seen. A little black g-string, see through. Satisfied?"

I was throbbing. When had the aliens come and replaced my wife with this wanton person?

"Can you show me?"

"No, you'll wreck the car. Eyes front." We drove like that for a while as the neighborhoods went from bad to worse around us. She leaned over to look at the gauges. "You better stop for gas, don't want to run out around here."

"Almost as bad to fill up around here." Our white Volvo station wagon did not belong in this neighborhood any more than we did.

"There's an Olsen's at our exit. You can go to full serve." Olsen's was an old-fashioned gas station, it still had full service attendants...charged an arm and a leg, but it was better than hitting the local mini-mart.

I pulled up to the passenger side pump and rolled down my window as a tall, young black man in Olsen's coveralls bearing the name "Reggie" approached from behind the car. I handed him the gas card and asked for a full tank of premium, rolling the window back up as soon as I could. He ambled back to the pump and I turned toward Candy. "Can I see your new panties now?"

"Okay," she said in mock exasperation, "but no touching!" She grasped the hem of her dress and slowly lifted it toward her waist while placing her left foot on the dash to give me a better view. 

She was right; I would have crashed had she shown me while driving. The tiny triangle of fabric that covered her blonde treasure was as transparent as her stockings. It was apparent she had gotten a full treatment at the spa, because my normally bushy wife sported a neatly trimmed arrow of pubic hair that came to a point right over her clit. Since she was completely waxed everywhere else, I could clearly see her swollen and slightly parted labia pressed against the thin fabric. She slid forward in the seat to give me a better view, and I noticed that the pink ring of her rear entrance was also clean and hairless, since I could clearly see most of it on both sides of the thin black string that led up between her pale cheeks.

I spotted Reggie walking toward the passenger side window in the mirror and urgently whispered "he's coming," to my wife, expecting her to quickly cover herself. Instead, she held the very same pose as the service attendant lifted the squeegee and reached across to clean the windshield. He didn't notice at first, but I saw his double-take, and then his broad grin as he stared into the passenger seat right between my wife's open legs. He quickly wiped her side of the windshield, then gawked through the glass as he pressed his crotch against the side of my car and sloppily washed my side, three or four times. At one point he looked into her eyes, and she blushed and smiled, dropping her eyes to indicate he had permission to stare.

"He's looking right at my pussy. Does that excite you?" my wife whispered. Strangely, I wasn't jealous, I was really turned on.

"It does," I gasped. 

"Good, then won't be the only one having fun tonight."

I was looking almost as intently at Reggie as he was at Candy's nearly hairless crotch. She finally lowered her skirt and crossed her legs. He stood grinning broadly by her side of the car until she rolled down the window so he could hand her the credit receipt. She smiled sweetly and thanked him as we drove away. I could see the bulge in his coveralls through the rear view mirror. If objects in the rear-view mirror were larger then they appeared, he must have been huge.

"What are we doing, honey?" I asked. Her comment about having fun had thrilled me, but it made me worried as well.

"Just drive.... It's two blocks up on the right." My wife stared out her window as she spoke. I couldn't tell if she was mad at me or if she was lost in thought. 

The Bull Pen had a humble neon sign with a moveable letterboard that announced tonight was "Lady's Nite: Free Drinks." The club was housed in a large concrete building—it might have been a converted auto parts store—at the far end of a parking area nearly half a block deep, and almost completely full. I was about to pull into the only available space when my wife announced that I should drop her off and then park the car.

I did as I was told. The burly black doorman eagerly approached and opened the door for my wife as I pulled the car up. I know what view he must have gotten as she slowly put one foot out the door then just as slowly moved the other, clearly relishing the attention. He helped her out and whisked her into the club so fast that she was out of view before I lifted my foot off the brake pedal.

I cruised around the parking lot looking for a space and feeling utterly conspicuous. Everyone else in the parking lot was as black as I was white. The space I had originally seen when we drove in was gone by the time I got back to it, and it was three or four minutes before another opened up on the far edge of the lot. I made my way out of the car toward the entrance. If my wife wasn't already inside the bar, I certainly would have turned and headed home. I didn't belong here.

As I moved toward the door, the heavily muscled bouncer stepped in front of me. "You sure you're in the 'white' place?" He laughed deeply at his own pun.

"Yes," I responded, sheepishly. 

"Cover is 20 for single men, 10 for couples and ladies are free."

"My wife is already inside," I replied fetching a ten from my wallet.

"Oh, yeah? You let her go in there without an escort? You're a brave man." He laughed again at my discomfort. "Hey, is she that hot, blonde kitty with the pale, white Volvo?"

"Yes, that's her."

"Well she flashed me such a big...smile...getting out of the car that I let her in for free. Pretty little kitty. But she wasn't wearing no ring, so it's twenty bucks for you to go in and see if you can pry her loose from whatever bull has claimed her."

I took out a twenty and handed it to him grudgingly.

"Some great lips on your lady, and she had a nice mouth too!" he roared at me as I entered the club. 

I made my way through the crowd. The club was as loud as it was dark. My senses were overwhelmed by the press of musky bodies, the sounds of men and women yelling to be heard above the thudding music, and the sight of a whole roomful of people staring at me, apparently the only white person in the building. 

I thought in this room it would be easy to find my wife, a tall pale blonde, but I searched for at least fifteen minutes in vain before I caught a glimpse of her hair when a thick red curtain was pulled aside on an archway in the back of the club marked "VIP." I moved quickly to the curtain, only to be stopped again at the entrance by another large black man. This one was as fat as the first one was muscular. He put up a huge hammy hand and simply shook his head "no."

I yelled and gestured, "My wife is in there!"

He smiled; displaying teeth entirely covered in gold, and still shook his head "no." As I tried to pantomime my wife's description to the bouncer, a short black man approached and handed him a fifty dollar bill. The fat man pulled the curtain aside for the new man to enter, and as he did, I was certain I saw Candy inside the VIP room, on the dance floor with what looked like two other white women. As far as I could tell from this glimpse, they were the only women in the room, and the only ones dancing while maybe a dozen black men sat around at tables, watching their every move.

I reached for my wallet, and opened it to pull out a fifty. The fat bouncer reached past me to pull a hundred from my wallet instead, smiled, and drew the curtain aside for me to enter.

Once inside, I headed straight for my wife, who was swaying seductively to the music with her arms thrown around the neck of a curvy, attractive, mature redhead in a green, off-the-shoulder party dress. They seemed to be whispering to each other. My wife looked toward me, but didn't make eye contact, instead she seemed to look right through me as though I wasn't there. I was almost to the dance floor when I felt a strong hand gripping me by the shoulder, spinning me to face him.

The man I was now facing was the spitting image of Lawrence Fishburne, and a head taller than me. He leaned down and his voice was a low rumble. "You Candy's driver?"

"What?"

"Candy said her driver was gonna come soon and buy drinks for our group." He pointed to a couch at the back of the room, by itself on a raised platform just beyond the dance floor. It was the kind of couch that might have been a semi-circular booth at one time, but there was no table. Instead it looked as though drink glasses were perched on a wide ledge on the back of the couch. Up on the raised platform like it was, the red leather couch looked like a throne, commanding an easy view of the whole room. Two well-groomed black men were slouched on the couch, sipping drinks and intently watching the three ladies on the dance floor. If this couch was a throne, the men sitting here were the lords of this whole domain.

Mr. Fishburne shoved me toward the bar, and away from my wife. "Go tell Leo two bottles of Dom, and you sit at that table and wait till we're done, get it?" He pointed to a table with a single chair at the foot of the platform, close to the couch. I turned back toward him, determined to speak to Candy, but he lifted a finger and waved it at me with a menacing smile. "She's with us, and that's the way she wants it, get it? You'll get her back when she's done." 

I slouched over to the bar and before I could even give the bartender a credit card, he sent a waiter over to the couch with the two bottles of expensive champagne and six crystal flutes. "I'll run you a tab," he said as he snatched the card from my hands.

When I turned back and took a seat at my small table, Mr. Fishburne was dancing with my wife. Actually, what they were doing wasn't really dancing at all; it was more like dry humping. She had her back to me; he was crouched down slightly, bracing himself so she could straddle his thigh. She was lewdly thrusting her hips back and forth on his thick leg muscles. In that position she was certainly grinding her nearly naked pussy against the silk of his suit pants. She had her face buried in his shoulder and her arms wrapped around his back for leverage. 

He looked up and saw me watching. My stomach churned in jealousy but my cock grew hard as stone in a deep, burning, full-body arousal unlike anything I had ever felt. Without ever looking away from me, he ran his hands down my wife's bare back, pressing his large dark fingers forcefully against her soft pale skin, glistening with her perspiration. Candy arched backwards as his hands reached the small of her back. In this pose he was certainly pressing her clit directly against his thigh.

Still starting directly at me, he reached down to my wife's thighs, right at her stocking tops, just as I had done in the car. Instead of redirecting as she had done with me, she let his strong hands move purposefully up the sides of her legs to her hips, lifting the hem of her dress as he went along. When his hands came to rest on top of her hipbones, her beautiful pale ass was completely exposed to eyes of every man seated around the dance floor, covered only by the thin black "T" of the g-string. 

Candy was unabashedly grinding herself down on to him in small circular motions of her hips as he pushed her down to increase the pressure. Finally I saw her spasm three times quickly, in the familiar way that she does when she has an orgasm, and then she collapsed panting against his heavy chest. 

He smiled at me and finally broke his gaze to lean down and whisper something into her ear. She nodded weakly and he helped her to her feet, still maintaining his grip on her hips that held up her dress and exposed her ass to the crowd of men around her. He whispered again, and again she nodded. As she leaned into his chest he slid his hands down the sides of her hips, letting the hem of her dress follow. I was glad, in a sense, that my wife was no longer brazenly exposed. But then I noticed that Mr. Fishburne had hooked the waistband of her g-string with his thumbs and was obviously pulling down Candy's panties right in the middle of the dance floor.

I should have reacted, defended her honor, or at least asserted my own rights as her husband, but I did felt frozen to the chair. He had pushed the panties down to her stocking tops, which was as far as he could reach without losing his balance. I hoped maybe my wife was unaware of what he was doing, but as he stood up to full height and looked down at her, she bounced up and down a bit to allow the little piece of material to fall to her ankles. As she slipped one foot out and used the other to hoist the tiny panties to where she could reach down and hand them to him, I realized she knew exactly what was happening.

As he accepted the g-string as though it were a sacred offering, I thought that she was not only aware of what was going on, she was actually in control. Fishburne lifted my wife's undergarment to his nose and breathed deeply, appreciatively. He took the fabric in his mouth and sucked her sweet juices from it, then leaned down to plant a deep, probing forceful kiss on my wife's compliant lips. She never let me kiss her on the lips after I'd tasted her pussy. The jealous feeling grew even stronger inside of me, but it was still overwhelmed by my even more powerful arousal.

Fishburne spun my wife to face me with all the precision of a well-practiced tango move when they finally broke their long kiss. Our eyes met and I felt that she was finally looking at me, rather than through me, for the first time since I discovered her in the VIP room. He had his arm wrapped around her, and it was obvious that he had slipped his hand under her halter top and was caressing her naked breast as he guided her toward my little table. She smiled up at him and reached down one hand toward the muscular thigh she had recently ridden to orgasm. A broad wet spot of her making shone on the silk of his pant leg, and just to one side of it, where her hand eventually came to rest, was a tent in his pant leg showing the clear outline of his impressive tent pole. Her delicate long fingers stroked him idly through his pants as they now stood next to my table. 

My wife looked down at me to my lap, where my own more meager member was clearly making both a tent and a wet spot in my own slacks. "Honey, I'm glad you're enjoying this." It was the first time that night she had addressed me in an affectionate manner. She seemed completely relaxed and totally sexual. "I thought you might like it here. Harold and I are going to have a few drinks...and a little more fun." She gave his huge unit a playful squeeze. "Okay, maybe a lot more fun. You can stay here if you like, or go wait in the car. It's up to you." My wife released her grip on Harold's member and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I want you to stay...it excites me so much to have you watch." As she leaned down to speak to me I got a clear view down the top of my wife's dress...and a clear view of her black lover's hand working her firm b-cup breast and pinching her erect nipple.




Ladies' Night at the Bull Pen



"It seems to excite you too." As she said this she reached down and touched the tip of my painfully erect penis, then gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Save that treat for me." 

She turned to go and Harold dropped my wife's panties on the table, winking at me lasciviously as the two stepped up toward the couch. 

I noticed that the two other white women, the redhead and brunette, had made their way up to the couch to join their partners sometime during my wife's dirty dance routine. The redhead had taken a position facing her partner (and from my angle, facing me as well). She sat astride his knees on one end of the semi-circular couch. The hem of her dress was bunched around her waist, and I thought I saw the top of a fiery red bush of pubic hair peeking out between her legs, unobstructed by panties. He had pulled the top of her shoulderless dress down to completely expose her large, natural, freckled breasts, with saucer-sized pale nipples. He was hefting and bouncing the redhead's breasts playfully by pulling and pinching those nipples while bouncing her on his knees as she squealed in delight.

The brunette was entertaining her partner on the opposite end of the couch. She was several years younger than my wife and maybe a decade younger than the redhead, Sometime while I was distracted by my wife's display on the dance floor she had stripped out of whatever she had been wearing to nothing but white mesh bikini panties and white high heeled pumps. She was leaning over her boyfriend's head to pour two flutes of champagne while she dangled her D-cup, silicone enhanced breasts into her man's eager mouth. Both women were wearing wedding rings, unlike my own wife. Neither of their partners seemed similarly adorned.

Harold stood near the center of the couch, bracketed by the two other couples, and facing the dance floor. My wife stood pressed up against him sensuously, her back to the dance floor. The lights around the rest of the room dimmed considerably, leaving only the party on the couch illuminated. The music volume was also lowered, and I was startled by the sound of two heavy doors being closed over the entrance to the VIP room, isolating us from the rest of the club. The fat bouncer had closed the doors, and took a position just in front of them.

A voice came over the VIP room loudspeaker, "Gentlemen, welcome to the feature of our night's entertainment. I'm sure you all know our regular ladies, Jessica..." The brunette shook her ass at the crowd to the cheers and hoots of the onlookers. "And Flame." The redhead waved both her hands over her head and slid forward to feed her big soft tits to her man. 

"We have a new lady tonight in the Bull Pen..." a spotlight illuminated my wife and Harold at this point. She was wrapped in a passionate kiss with him, one of her legs bent at the knee in the classic pose of standing romantic embrace. He had one hand on her bare back and the other was cupping her ass. I was sure his fingers were probing under her dress to tease her rear entrance.

At this point the music stopped and a new song started, one which I recognized from the very first note...it was Marcy Playground's "Sex and Candy." The voice came over the loudspeaker "...and our new playmate is ...CANDY!" The crowd went wild as Harold spun my wife around to face them. 

My wife really got into the moment and started to grind her ass against Harold's crotch in sultry time to the beat of the music while reaching up behind her neck with both hands. Harold slipped his hands under the sides of my wife's dress and cupped her breasts. Before I had any inkling of what she was doing she had unclasped the halter top and let the silky black dress fall in a puddle of fabric around her ankles, just as the lead singer reached the refrain..."I smell sex and candy, here." My wife stood practically naked before the roaring crowd of men, wearing only her black stockings, strappy heels and Harold's dark strong hands over her breasts, pinching her nipples hard. 

I was in shock. Candy stepped out of the discarded dress with one foot and then with the other kicked the garment to the middle of the dance floor. The move completely bared her naked pussy to the male audience. She tilted her head back so that Harold could slide his tongue down her throat, and she dropped her hands down behind her ass, where she worked Harold's zipper and reached into the opening to locate his long black member. 

Harold let go of my wife's breasts, exposing her in full-frontal glory. He slid his hands down to her hips and easily but slowly lifted her off her feet. In the meantime my wife had freed his snake from its confines in his pants and it began to appear in partial view between Candy's slightly parted thighs as she was steadily lifted. Harold broke the kiss long enough to whisper something to my bride, who turned to face the audience with a wicked grin. 

Suddenly my wife raised both her legs and spread them wide toward the dance floor. Her black lover's engorged member sprang up under her and slapped against her wet pussy. The strength of his erection held it firmly against her as she reached between her legs and started to work the bulbous head against her sopping opening. My wife of fifteen years...fifteen faithful years to the best of my knowledge...was a hairs-breadth away from being fucked in public by one of the largest, darkest cocks I'd ever seen, either in person or in pictures.

And then, with a twist of her hips and an audible gasp, his thick black cockhead was inside her pale, tight, married cunny. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he slowly, ever so slowly, lowered her down onto his impaling shaft. When he seemed as deep as he could go in this position he lowered her feet back down to the ground and bent her over, supporting her with one hand on her hip as he slid slowly back out of her until just his head remained inside. She looked back at him wantonly as he undid his belt and pants and let them drop to the floor. He placed his other hand on her hip, braced her firmly, and in one powerful stroke sank the full length of his massive member into my gorgeous wife, his heavy balls swinging between her spread legs to slap her her clit and mound. She screamed in a mix of pleasure, shock and probably pain. 

Again he slowly withdrew until only the tip of his cock remained inside her. Again he swung his full length into her in a single, violent surge. Over and over again this continued. The only change was that their "song" ended, and the room became silent except for my wife's screams, which evolved gradually with each thrust, first to grunts, then to moans, then finally desperate cries of "yesssss.... yesssss.... deeper.... harder.... faster!!!"

Soon this black stranger was pounding mercilessly in and out of my wife's tight hole. She was biting her lip in ecstasy, pinching her own nipples and frigging her clit as he tore her up inside. I lost track of the number of times Candy gasped and spasmed in orgasm somewhere around ten. And then finally, Harold leaned into one last thrust and arched his back, letting out a low guttural cry to indicate that he was filling her unprotected womb with his salty spunk.

He leaned back slowly, the two of them still connected, until he came to rest on the couch. My wife grudgingly slid down off his softening tool, taking a subservient position curled up between his outstretched legs, her well-stretched pussy visible to all around, gaping, swollen and red from the pounding, with her black lover's white cum leaking slowly out. Even soft, covered with the frothy mix of their lovemaking, his impressive rod seemed twice as big as my own full-sized hard-on. 

At that point Candy did another inconceivable thing to add to the night's long list of unbelievable acts. She bent her head down and gently guided his penis to her mouth, carefully cleaning every last inch of his meaty, limp dick and large sweaty balls. Candy swallowed every creamy drop. By the end of her ministrations Harold seemed to be peacefully asleep on the couch. My wife gave him one last gentle kiss on the tip of his cock and rose to her feet, and as she did, so did the crowd in a standing ovation.

The applause continued as I gathered my wits, collected my wife's dress and then moved to the stage to try to somehow cover her with it. A long black coat was tossed onto the platform next to us, and wrapped it around her instead. The fat bouncer stepped forward and guided us to the back door. As we left the club I heard the DJ announce: "Check your newsletter for Candy's next appearance, joined by another Bull Pen favorite, her sister Trish. This all new two-girl act will feature full audience participation!"

I can hardly wait.



Ladies Night In



I had been involved in several threesomes & more-somes, but had never been one-on-one with another woman before. My girlfriend was also curious about making love to a woman and had always wanted to try but was never able to find a willing partner. Her boyfriend was very jealous and would never dream of sharing her with another man, so a foursome was out of the question. One night, I think more out of curiosity on his part as to whether or not his girlfriend was capable of being with another woman, and also since he had had a couple of brews and was in a jovial mood, he suggested that the two of us have some playtime alone. After some conference time between the two couples, both boyfriends agreed to allow their ladies some "private time to explore the possibilities."

We slowly walked to my boyfriend's apartment. Tina & Bob held hands and giggled while Batt and I teased each other, Batt's hand firmly on my ass pinching it from time to time, my hand resting on his belt buckle, slipping off occasionally and brushing against his visible erection, then back up to his belt buckle.

When we arrived at the apartment, Batt took our jackets and I ran to get some drinks for everyone. As I came back in the room I noticed how hot Tina looked, dressed in a tight sheer blouse, which accentuated her full breasts, and tight jeans that hugged every curve on her body. Her nipples poked through the material and I couldn't take my eyes off of them. Batt noticed me looking at Tina and asked Bob if he was sure that he didn't want to stay and watch what the girls were going to do. Bob hesitated, then said, "No, let's go." And with that, it was just the two of us. I stood in front of Tina and gently caressed her hair, then slowly reached down and took her delicate hand in mine. She stood and I led her to Batt's bed.

She sat on the queen sized bed, looking so small, like a little doll. I sat next to her and gently brushed her long brown hair out of her eyes, leaning in to kiss her full sultry lips. Our lips met in a long, passionate kiss. She ran both hands through my hair, allowing them to settle on my shoulder blades. I brought one hand up to her full breast, gently caressing it and marveling at how full and round it was. Tina was a 36 D, whereas I was a 32 B, and the fullness and roundness amazed me. I began to unbutton her blouse and gave her light kisses on her lips, then down her neck, then down to her cleavage as I undid the last button. I pulled back as I opened her blouse...she had the most perfect breasts I'd ever seen. Tina slid her shirt off, allowing it to fall on the floor. I pulled my blouse over my head, tossing it aside quickly. Tina reached down to unzip my jeans, kissing her way down as she glided them down my legs to the floor. 

As I stepped out of them she slowly lowered my panties and I stepped out of them as well. Then she began gliding her tongue over my clit, making tiny little circles. I moaned with each flick of her tongue. She was so much gentler than any of the men I'd been with! I told her that I wanted to finish undressing her as well, so Tina stood in front of me and we kissed passionately for a few moments while I undid and unzipped her pants. I grabbed the waistband of her pants and her panties and gently slid them down her legs, kissing as I brought them down to the floor. I pulled them off and gently pulled her down to a sitting position on the bed. 

As I kneeled in front of her I asked Tina to lay back. She stretched out on the bed and I gently parted her knees and slowly began rubbing her clit with my finger. I then brought my tongue to her clit and started flicking my tongue gently over it. My hands moved slowly up from her hips, hugging the curves of her tiny waist, finally settling on her breasts. I slid my tongue from her clit up into her vagina, then slid it back to her clit, finding her nipples and gently tweaking them with my fingers. Tina's hips started rocking as I sucked on her now swollen clit. She began moaning loudly and thrusting her clit into my mouth and grabbing my long blonde hair in her fingers as she came. Her cum was so sweet and inviting, not at all like a man's cum, and I could feel her pussy contracting as she came. I climbed on top of the bed to join her, wrapping her in my arms and kissing her passionately.

Tina pushed herself up on one arm and brushed the hair out of my eyes. She kissed me on the lips gently and pulled away smiling an evil grin. "It's my turn now." She climbed on top of me, straddling me, rubbing her breasts against mine. I could feel her hard nipples gently brush against mine, then she slid down to the foot of the bed, kissing my body along the way. She slowly ran her tongue from side to side over my clit, then down to one lip, where she began nibbling on it, then back up across my clit down to the other lip, nibbling and sucking on it. Then she slowly inserted her finger in my pussy while she licked and sucked on my clit. With her free hand she squeezed my nipple between her thumb and middle finger and with her index finger gently stroked my nipple. The combination of sensations was too much and I came loudly, my pussy throbbing as I came. Tina lapped up my juices and smiled up at me.

Tina said she wanted to try a 69, so I climbed to the middle of the bed and she straddled my face while lowering her pussy to my eager lips. She licked my clit from side to side, her tongue darting quickly over my throbbing clit. I licked her sweet pussy from back to front, penetrating her dripping wet cunt with my tongue. Tina began rocking back and forth over my face, then in a circular motion. I quickened my tongue lashes and reached up and placed my finger in her ass. She gasped, then moaned, then began rocking back and forth again, and began licking my pussy faster in little concentric circles, just barely brushing over my clit. 

I could feel her hard nipples rubbing against my belly, as her pendulous breasts swung back and forth. I began writhing uncontrollably. I came hard, and started licking her clit faster. I could tell she was close to coming, too, so I inserted my finger in her pussy while licking her clit. She exploded moments later, grinding her clit against my mouth. I sucked up her sweet juices as she continued to lap up mine. Tina climbed off of me and we cuddled up in each other's arms and kissed each other with quick little kisses. We didn't realize until the doorbell rang that more than two hours had elapsed since the boys had left. We quickly started dressing as we heard Batt unlocking the front door. 

The boys came in and we barely had time to throw our clothes on before they got to the bedroom, which was in the back of the apartment. They laughed as they saw us trying to straighten up and button up after our little adventure. Bob asked Tina if she enjoyed herself and she winked at me and said that she had an amazing time. Bob said that it was time for them to go so that he could have an "amazing time" too. Before they walked out the front door, I hugged Bob goodbye and then Tina and I shared a long passionate kiss and said goodnight. Batt and Bob stood there with their eyes opened wide, looked at each other, and smiled the most wicked grins I had ever seen. Needless to say, they made a hasty retreat, and Batt and I spent the rest of the weekend in bed with Batt milking me for all the details.



Ladies Night In



This is a story that never happened, but should have, and maybe still will. Jessica was sitting alone on the couch, again. Her husband was out of town on business, again. It seemed like he was always somewhere else. Jessica was feeling very lonely tonight, more so than usual. She looked at the clock on the mantle, 10:00pm Friday night, and here she sat. She decided that she wasn't going to waste another Friday night sitting home alone. She picked up the phone and dialed Kelli's number. 

"Kelli, this is Jess, what are you doing tonight? Tom is out of town again and I feel like going out. Wanna join me?"

Kelli thought for a minute and said "sure Jess, why don't you come over and pick me up?"

"OK, I'll be over in just a little bit." 

Kelli put the phone down and thought about how much Jessica had been alone lately. With a wicked grin on her face she headed up the stairs to get dressed. Jessica rang the doorbell, when the door opened she stood and looked in amazement. Finally, after a few seconds she managed to say "Kelli, what the hell are you dressed like that for?" Kelli was standing in the doorway wearing a tight, almost see through top with a low cut front that barely covered her generous sized breasts. She had on a short skirt that looked like it had been painted on and fishnet stockings. She smiled at Jess and told her to come in that she needed to get dressed too. Jess was still staring at Kelli in disbelief as they went into the bedroom to find Jess some clothes. Kelli pulled out a pair of black lace panties with no crotch and told Jess to put them on. Then she tossed her a black push up bra to match the panties. Jess was standing in the middle of the room with a dumbfounded look on her face.

Kelli looked at her with a devilish grin and told her to hurry up and start changing. Jess started to take off the dress she was wearing while Kelli was going through her drawers trying to find something suitable for Jess for the evening. Jess looked up as Kelli bent over and noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties, just the stockings and a garter. She also noticed that Kelli was clean shaven. Jess asked her how long she had been shaving like that. Kelli turned and smiled and told her that she had kept it shaved ever since last summer when she was on vacation. She told Jess she should try it that it felt great. Jess blushed at the thought of being clean shaven. Kelli saw the look in Jess's eyes and grabbed her hand, leading her into the bathroom. Kelli told Jess to finish undressing while she grabbed the scissors, shaving cream, and a new razor. 

Jess was standing in the middle of the bathroom feeling very self conscious about being naked in front of Kelli. Kelli turned around and told Jess to sit on the counter next to the sink. Jess slowly did as she was instructed. She felt her face turning red as Kelli smiled at her, scissors in hand. Kelli took the scissors and started cutting Jess's flame red pubic hair. Jess started to squirm as Kelli cut closer and closer to her lips. Kelli looked up at Jess and told her to relax and enjoy it. Kelli put the scissors down and started to brush the loose hair off with her hand. She noticed that her lips were red and swollen and she could see that Jess was definitely getting aroused. She took her hand and dipped it into the sink full of warm water and then poured the water on Jess's half naked pussy. Jess moaned softly as the warm water hit her. Kelli then took the shaving cream and lathered her up. Kelli looked at Jess and told her to spread her legs as wide as she could and try not to move too much. Then she grinned and said "trust me honey."

Kelli started at the top of her hairline with gentle, deliberate strokes. Jess was leaning on her elbows looking down as Kelli started shaving her. She noticed the contrast between Kelli's coal black hair and dark complexion against her fire red hair and milky white skin. Kelli continued shaving and as she got lower she used one hand to gently spread Jess's lips so she could get to all the little hairs. Every time Kelli touched her Jess would moan, this was the most erotic thing Jess had ever felt in her entire life. It was so different from when her husband played with her. Kelli's touch was so soft and gentle. Kelli rinsed off what she had done so she could see. She smiled as she stared at Jess's freshly shaved lips. Jess said "let me see Kelli," but Kelli said she wasn't done yet. She told Jess to turn over and get on her knees and bend forward. This put her butt up and Kelli could finish shaving her backside. Kelli put some fresh warm water on her and got her lathered up again. She finished shaving all the stray hairs on her pussy and the started shaving around her ass. When she pulled her cheeks apart and started shaving around her asshole Jess jumped a little. Kelli stopped for a moment to make sure she was all right. Jess said she was, it was just that she wasn't use to anyone touching her there. She admitted that she and her husband had never tried anything 'there' before. Kelli assured her that she would not hurt her. 

The more Kelli touched her the hotter she got and the deeper she moaned. Kelli noticed this and intentionally started to rub her ass with her fingers. She took her index finger and started to rub right on her little hole, slowly at first and then a little stronger. Jess started pushing back against her finger a little and Kelli started to push it inside. She pushed very slowly so as not to hurt Jess. Jess was moaning softly as Kelli pushed further into her ass. Jess said she had never felt anything like that before in her life. Kelli stopped so Jess could adjust to the foreign object that was now deep inside her. When Kelli felt her muscles relax she started moving her finger in and out. Jess could feel her orgasm building and she reached down and started rubbing her clit as Kelli pushed her finger in and out of her ass. Jess let out a scream as her orgasm hit her and she pushed back hard on Kelli's finger as wave after wave washed over her body. Kelli slowly withdrew her finger and leaned forward and ran her tongue over Jess's bald pussy. Jess was like a woman possessed now he shoved her pussy back onto Kelli's face and Kelli shoved her tongue inside tasting the cum that was now starting to ooze out. Kelli licked and sucked and ran her tongue all over Jess's pussy until Jess collapsed on the counter with a wicked grin on her face. 

Kelli stood up, smiled at Jess and said "next time it's my turn. But first we need to take a shower and get you cleaned up."

But that's another story.



Ladies Night In



Sandra is your typical girl-next-door, suburban mom from New Jersey, but she has a naughty side that she loves to explore every once in a while. Bottom line...she loves being with beautiful women. Their smell, their softness, how they taste, everything about them turns her on.



She didn't realize any of this until one evening about a year ago when she spent a memorable few hours with her good friend (my wife) Jen and our neighbor, Katie at our home. They were part of a book group which was chock full of good looking moms from the neighborhood and had just finished a group discussion on "Tipping the Velvet" a love story about two lesbians in the Victorian era. The book was intense and during the course of the conversation some of them had wondered aloud whether such a relationship was possible for straight women. It wouldn't be long before they found the answer to that question.

Sandra is an incredibly sexy mother of three in her early forties with reddish blonde hair and a killer smile. My wife is a pretty brunette who looks 10 years younger than her age, enjoys showing off her great legs and flawless ass and is as wholesome as she is hot. Katie is a petite, dark haired beauty in her late thirties who looks a little like one of the stars from Sex and the City. 

The evening started innocently enough. It was a sultry, hot and humid summer night so both Jen and Katie were wearing sleeveless tops and shorts that accentuated their great butts and legs. Sandra had on a short jeans skirt and cotton top. It had just started to pour outside so nobody was in any hurry to leave, especially since the discussion was far from over and far too intriguing.

Judging from their body language I was sensing that they all three of the ladies had some less-than-pure visions and thoughts going through their heads during the book discussion. They were all squirming a little in their seats, either from being slightly uncomfortable with the subject matter or maybe being somewhat titillated by it. The fact that they were "stuck" in a house with other women they all found mutually attractive only seemed to add to the allure. 



The discussion was very cerebral at first, talking theme and character development, but soon became a little more suggestive and flirty, especially during the interaction between Katie and Jen. Although Sandra never had any serious inclination to indulge in such activities, she always found it a little fascinating and potentially sensual. She was just taking it all in. She was getting a little warm with the wine and had removed her shoes to get more comfortable on the couch. 

They continued to sip their wine and martinis, unsuccessfully trying to casually move away from the topic at hand and engage in small talk. Jen turned to her two friends and asked very casually, "I kind of feel weird about asking you guys this, but since the rain isn't letting up and it seems like we'll be here for a while, would you mind offering your opinion on some new lingerie I bought and haven't worn yet?"

"Oooh, I love lingerie," cooed Katie. "Will would let me buy a new piece every week if I asked him." Sandra just smiled and shook her head in agreement. This was not a typical activity for a book club but they both assumed that Jen would return with the lingerie in the Victoria Secret bag, price tags and all. 

They weren't totally prepared 10 minutes later when my beautiful wife made her way down the steps in heels and a silky white robe, obviously hiding her new purchase underneath. Katie's dark brown eyes got as wide as saucers. Sandra was also pleasantly surprised at the prospect of getting a close-up view of my soon- to-be scantily clad wife.

Jen paraded around for a few seconds, then turned her back to them and slowly dropped the robe from her shoulders, letting it fall at her feet. They now had a perfect view of her shapely butt. The strip of lace nestled between her cheeks barely covered her womanhood. An audible mmmm emanated from Katie's lips as her eyes travelled the length of Jen's smooth body, admiring her white bra, matching panties, garter and heels.



Jen turned around to face them and you could hear a pin drop. The lace triangle in front was essentially transparent and it was obvious that my wife kept a very tidy and sparse love nest. Both ladies were speechless. After about 30 seconds of awkward silence, Katie blurted out, "Damn Jen, that is hot. Your hubby will be drooling when he sees you in that."

"I'm drooling now...I mean that's really pretty," stuttered Sandra, still having trouble getting the words out. 

"You know, I have a few other items that you two could model if you are up for it. You'd both look great in all of it. We could have a mini-fashion show. Come pick something out," Jen said.

"If anything you have up in your lingerie drawer is as sexy as that little number I'd love to try it on," Katie quickly responded. 

Sandra, being a little more conservative, stayed behind while Jen and Katie disappeared up the steps. "I'll see you guys in a few. Don't stay up there too long," she joked. Jen grabbed Katie by the hand and led her up her bedroom. Once they were out of sight Sandra picked up the novel again and sought out a few passages she had highlighted. The sections were among the most intimate and graphic, describing in detail how women make love to each other. She began to let her mind wander and fantasize about what it would be like to be with another woman, to feel their fingers, tongue and lips caressing her. 

Not hearing much activity from her two friends she took advantage of the opportunity to slowly run her right hand over her blouse as she continued to read the novel. Rubbing her nipples through the fabric she closed her eyes for a moment. The visual of Jen's creamy thighs and spiked heals was freshly in her mind. A few minutes passed and she started to imagine that Jen and Katie had snuck upstairs to engage in activities other than trying on lingerie. The serenity of her fantasy was rudely interrupted by the sound of the two women coming back down to the living room.

As if Jen didn't look delicious enough, Katie showed up in a black babydoll with matching panties, open in the front which highlighted her tight stomach and covered about as much as Jen's. She had on heels and had pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Sandra now wished she had picked out something sexy for herself to model. She was clearly overdressed but thoroughly enjoying the view and what might be unfolding before her. Jen followed Katie carrying what looked like a large make up bag.

"You need to give Sandra the full effect," Jen said to Katie. "Turn around." She did so and lifted the babydoll to let Sandra see what two perfectly shaped ass cheeks looked like. 

"Wow, I'm not sure who looks better from behind. I think I need both of you to bend over so I can get a better view," suggested Sandra only half-seriously. Much to her delight both ladies obliged. They even spread their legs slightly for her benefit. Sandra felt a bit of a twinge between her thighs. For the first time she began thinking that these two beauties were a little too comfortable with each other's half naked bodies to be doing this for the first time. Not a distrustful person, she just brushed it off to them having a little fun at her expense.

"I think I need a refill," Sandra muttered to herself. She excused herself to the kitchen to grab another glass of wine and throw a little water on her flushed face. 

"Are you sure you don't want to try on anything lacey or silky," Jen yelled into the kitchen.

"I'm kind of modest. I'm not ready to model in front of you guys," she replied.

Katie chimed in, "Well if you're not ready for that can we at least see what you have under your cute skirt?" 

"OK, but only a quick shot." Sandra stood up, lifted her skirt above her waist for a teasing five seconds to reveal a sexy pair of blue lacey panties. She had lighter hair so she appeared clean-shaven although Jen was guessing she had a landing strip." You like?" Sandra giggled.

"What's not to like. Great bikini lines," replied Jen. "I have a blue camisole upstairs that would nice over those panties."

"I'm thinking the camisole would look even nicer without those cute panties," offered Katie. Sandra blushed slightly, although it was hard to tell it was from the wine or a reaction to Katie's suggestive comment.

"Well" said Sandra, obviously getting a little turned on by the tone the evening was taking, "maybe after a few more cocktails, I'll lose mine if you lose yours," she said with a demure smile.

Nobody expected those words to come out of that mouth. "What happened to your modesty? " Jen and Katie said in surprised unison 

" I still have a skirt on but you two will be virtually naked...and that would be a win for me, especially since I already got a preview when you both were nice enough to bend over for me," Sandra added.

"Wow, you never told be your old neighbor had a naughty streak," Katie mused.

"I didn't know until now, but I like it," Jen replied.

"Screw the needing more cocktails garbage, let's see if the carpet matches the drapes" urged Katie. With that, Sandra moved to the center of the room and reached under her skirt, hooking the thin string on both sides and slowly sliding them down her thighs to the floor. Sandra walked over to the love seat, letting her skirt ride up just enough so that the ladies could see a trace of her pantiless butt.

"Now it's your turn," Sandra said with a Cheshire cat grin. "But wait, let's raise the stakes a little. I want you to take each other's panties off and do it as slowly as I did."

Things were heating up quickly. Three beautiful, predominantly straight moms, all dressed in next to nothing were about to break down every sexual taboo. For a woman too timid to try on lingerie 5 minutes ago, Sandra had come all the way on board.

Katie smiled at the direct nature of Sandra's request and without hesitation moved behind my pretty wife. She took a few seconds to admire my wife's beautiful ass and rub each cheek telling her how pretty she was. Jen closed her eyes while Katie placed her arms around her and rubbed her breasts against her while gently raking the sides of Jen's soft legs with her fingers. It sent a shiver up Jen's spine and she instinctively reached back to grab Katie's neck and pull her towards her. They met in a kiss, which surprised all three of them, but they held it in place as Katie began to slide her hands lower until they were both resting on Jen's thighs just inches from her v-shaped patch of silk, which was the only thing separating this gorgeous woman's fingers from my wife's moistening pussy.

They finally broke the kiss. Katie continued to gently touch with my wife as she knelt down in front of her so that her eyes were at panty level. She looked back at Sandra, who was fidgeting in anticipation and said, "I think you're going to like this, Sandra." She then turned back to Jen, made direct eye contact and let her fingers softly brush against the lace between my wife's trembling thighs. She kissed all around her panties then planted a butterfly kiss on the diaphanous fabric, eliciting a short breath from Jen. She proceeded to slide the sheer thong down my wife's legs and off, leaving her in only her heels, stockings and garter.

"Oh my God. You're even prettier down there than in my fantasies," Sandra cooed.

You could have heard a pin drop. Katie and Jen were speechless after getting some insight into Sandra's true feelings. Jen finally broke the silence. "I try to keep it fairly smooth. I like the way it looks and how it feels when I touch myself. But now I have another surprise. Why don't you open up my little bag and pick something out. It might help you to more thoroughly enjoy yourself until the rain lets up."

Sandra slowly unzipped the bag and was delighted by its contents, which included the infamous "rabbit" vibrator, a larger flesh-colored dildo and a 7" perfectly shaped pink vibrating cock. "I've never used one of these," said Sandra. "I've thought about it but never had the nerve to buy one."

"There's a first time for everything," assured Katie. "Once you do you'll never go back. I use one when I fantasize about being with a man or a woman, or both at the same time. Your skirt will just get in the way though. Let me help you out of it." With that, Katie walked over to the love seat and coaxed Sandra to lift her nice ass up enough to slide her out of her cotton garment. There was our PTA mom in just her purple top, her athletic thighs slightly spread, a soft triangle of light hair above her glistening slit. Katie was tempted to be the first woman to slide her tongue into that delicious box and began to inch toward Sandra's sweet spot when Sandra stopped her. 

"Not so fast. I think it's only fair that I get to remove yours now," Sandra said to Katie.

"I thought you'd never ask," she replied. Katie walked over to the love seat and stood between Sandra's thighs. She placed her hands on her new friend's shoulders and watched intently as Sandra first pulled the black thong up between her perfect ass cheeks, then pulled the front of her panties up between he full lips, rubbing them against her hard clit before methodically removing them. Katie was completely shaven and absolutely breathtaking. She bent down to give Sandra a soulful kiss of approval before turning her attention to Jen.

She then walked back to Jen and got situated next to her on the couch. She looked deeply into her green eyes, smiled slyly and whispered just loudly enough for Sandra to hear, "I want to put on a show for your pretty friend". My wife didn't say a word. Instead she slid her middle finger into her juicy snatch and placed it to Katie's lips for her to taste. 

Katie gladly sucked every bit of pussy juice off of it. Sandra got the sense that they had planned this evening for a while but she wasn't going to stop them and she was mesmerized by the sight of two gorgeous mature women with their thighs spread, pointed in her direction. 

Katie kissed Jen gently then started to lick her way down my wife's prone body, until she reached her soft mound. Katie then looped her arms under my wife's thighs lifting Jen's gorgeous ass off the couch and planted a prolonged kiss on her succulent pussy lips. She then placed her hands on Jen's inner thighs to spread her legs wider giving Sandra a great view of my wife's perfect flower. She spent what seemed to be an eternity licking every inch of my wife's delectable ass and thighs, purposely avoiding her oozing pussy. Jen reached to her sides and grabbed the cushions in anticipation of Katie reaching her ultimate destination. 

Finally, Katie used both of her thumbs to separate Jen's puffy labia and put her talented tongue to work. She licked up and down each sensitive lip and eventually drove it so far inside her that her nose rubbed against Jen's clit. 

She heard Jen gasp out loud as she continued to explore her wet folds. Her tongue quickly found her clitoris and gently pushed to covering hood of skin backwards to reveal the small, hard bud. Jen groaned and spread her legs wider as the hot mom picked up the pace and drove her tongue in and out of her tight pink hole. She replaced her tongue with her fingers, sliding one, then two inside of her, moving them in a slow and rhythmic manner, bringing Jen closer and closer with each thrust. Jen was beside herself, her head thrown back. Katie could feel my wife's muscles tighten around her drenched fingers as she slowly pulled them out, feeling the suction of my wife's convulsing snatch as she came with a force.

Jen looked down between her damp thighs and gazed into the brown eyes of the beautiful doe-eyed woman servicing her. She was totally captivated at the sight of this fantastic creature going down on her, enjoying the touch of her wet tongue licking the length of her slit. It was clear from the look in Jen's eyes that she was about to explode again. Seeing the lust in Jen's eyes only made her pump her pussy harder as a faint, but clear, "please put your tongue back inside me," escaped from her lips. She replaced her fingers with her tongue and my beautiful wife came again, Katie's soft tongue still deep inside her. 

Jen composed herself and knew it was time to reciprocate. She looked over at Sandra who was leaning back against the love seat with her legs draped over each arm. She had a birds-eye view of the two hot women together on the couch. Sandra had chosen the pink vibrating dildo and was enjoying using it while she watched her hostess and new friend go down on each other. 

"Do you need some lubrication?" Jen asked, hoping to provide it with her tongue. Sandra smiled and said. "Are you kidding? Watching you two has made me wet enough." She turned back to her pussy, pressing the lifelike head against her lips. She reached down to a black knob at the base and twisted it to turn it on, closed her eyes, and held it on her clit. The initial contact sent a shockwave through her body and she held it there for two minutes before slowly sliding all 7 inches inside of her tight pussy, one inch at a time. As she pushed it up inside her, she turned her head to look at her friends. It was quite apparent that she was having as much fun as they were. 

There is nothing sexier than the sight of a pretty woman masturbating and the subdued hum when her toy disappears inside her. Sandra removed the toy from her pussy and slid it in her mouth, twisting it and licking her juices off the head as if it were a real cock. She alternated sliding it from her lips to her snatch. She even stood up and looked back over her shoulder at Katie and Jen as she simulated getting fucked from behind by her thick rubber cock. She looked like a seasoned pornstar, nasty and insatiable. Watching her in that position made Jen wish she had added her black strapon to the mix. She had bought it a while back on the recommendation of a co-worker, Veronica, who was nice enough to help her break it in. Jen envisioned rubbing the head of the strapon against Sandra's ass before sliding it into her, stretching that tight pussy with the thick rubber tool. 

Jen was dying to go down on Sandra and her head was spinning with the fantasy when she finally came back to earth and changed places with Katie. She passionately kissed her, working her way down to her firm tits before descending to her Brazilian quim. The scent of her sex was intoxicating as my wife slid in closer between her thighs and placed her hands on her knees. The lust in her eyes was palpable. She took in the vision of Katie's soft mound and delicate pink lips. Jen smiled to herself. It had been a while and she'd almost forgotten how good another woman could taste down there. She wanted to make her cum so badly, taste her juices and return the favor for the job Katie had just done on her. 



Katie reached down to run her hand through Jen's hair and then turned her head toward Sandra with a sexy smile on her face. Jen methodically started to lick the entire length of her pussy, from her beautiful ass to her protruding clit, tantalizingly sucking gently on her love button. Her moans were all the encouragement my hungry wife needed as she became ravenous, burying her face in her tasty box and darting her adept tongue in and out like she had been eating pussy all her life. As her tongue explored the depths of her tight cunny, Jen's finger began to feverishly rub her friend's clit, spurring an explosive orgasm.

Jen seemed to be enjoying giving as much as Katie was enjoying being lavished with attention. Katie got on all fours, spreading her legs toward her audience, leaving nothing to the imagination. Jen knelt behind her, licked two of her fingers and slowly slid them inside her guest's quivering honey pot. Katie grabbed the leg of the love seat with one hand and reached underneath to massage her clit while Jen gave her a finger-fucking she won't soon forget. Jen alternated using her fingers and her tongue, lapping at her wet lips and tight asshole from behind until she came for a third time and collapsed on the floor after covering my wife's ivory soap face with her juices. 




Ladies Night In



Watching Katie come set Sandra off too and she came violently with the vibrator nestled deep inside her dripping pussy. She laid there with thighs open, inviting her book club friends to tip her velvet. The ladies both agreed that Sandra should be treated to the touch and pleasures of another beautiful woman's tongue before the night was through and there was no time like the present.

Jen knew Sandra longer. She would be awarded the prize of being the first to test the waters. She was finally going to fully taste her pretty friend. Katie would get to watch, so she took the dildo from Sandra, seductively licked the length of it to get every bit of her love juice and inserted it inside herself as she prepared to observe her friend devour the strawberry blonde haired beauty. After sharing a sensual kiss with her old neighbor Jen peeled off Sandra's blouse before giving her an experience to remember. As Jen moved down to her friend's damp thighs all Katie could see of my wife was her short brown hair as her face disappeared from view and she began to enjoy every inch of Sandra's spectacular pussy. She methodically started to lick the entire length of Sandra's honey pot, from her clit to her lovely fanny, then zeroed in on her drenched lips that naturally spread like a rose. Jen was rapacious, burying her face between this mother of three's soaked thighs and darting her adept tongue in and out like she had been eating pussy all her life. Sandra moaned, holding onto her tits and looking down between her legs in disbelief as this baseball mom took total control.

"I've wanted to do this since we met. You taste so good Sandra, so sweet," Jen whispered. Jen's tongue was exploring Sandra's pussy with a passion, flittering over her clit, sliding between her slippery lips, and probing into her slick hole. 

"Fuck me with your tongue," was all Sandra could get out of her mouth before Jen took her clit between her lips, making her shudder in an intense orgasm. She was pleasing Sandra like no man could as the soccer mom begged her not to stop. Her hips started humping against my wife's tongue and she screamed so loud when she came that the neighbors would have heard her if not for the thunderstorm. 

Sandra was exhausted but soon recovered. My wife was sitting there with an incredibly triumphant look on her face having given Sandra an introduction to Sapphic love. The fun wasn't over however. Sandra went to the bag and took the "bunny" out and walked over to where Katie was sitting on the end of the couch. Katie had been sliding the pink dildo in an out of her wet pussy for the last 15 minutes but now Sandra wanted to do the honors with a new toy. 

Sandra wasted no time. She took Katie's toy from her, handed it to Jen, then kneeled in front of her and gave her cunt one long, leisurely lick, her first taste of another woman. Jen joined them on the couch and straddled Katie's face, grabbed her ankles and held her legs open, giving Sandra total accessibility to the most delicious cunny in the neighborhood. 

Sandra loved everything about it, the scent, the texture and the warmth when her tongue ventured all the way between her new friend's puffy lips. She drove Katie crazy by flicking her tight asshole while Katie continued to drive her tongue up into my beautiful bride. Sandra picked up the bunny and turned on the rotating head, working the first two inches of it into Katie's moist opening. Then a 3rd inch and a 4th. Katie's moans of approval were muffled by Jen's creamy thighs. 

"Slide it all the way in Sandra," Katie grunted. When she filled Katie with all 6 inches she activated the ears and held it directly on her clit. The sensation was too much and Katie increased her activity on Jen's pussy ten-fold, not even coming up for air until she came again. The combination of watching the bunny disappear inside Katie, while having her pussy ravaged by this incredibly sexy woman, set Jen off again. She grabbed Katie's silky black hair, feeling the rush and grinding her box against her face. Jen moaned softly, holding Katie's mouth to her pussy until she came in one long, exhausting orgasm. Coming down from her own climax, she tenderly lapped at Jen's pussy like a kitten not wanting to waste a single drop of milk, kissing and licking each delicious lip as my wife rolled off her onto the floor.

The rain let up, but not before they scheduled their next "session" and suggested a few more potential participants from the book club. The possibilities are endless.