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Sex Club

By: simply_barbara



The club was packed with couples. The site of so many naked and near naked women aroused him. The only thing that kept his stiff cock from springing out of his tight slacks was the fact he was alone. He looked at his watch, found a spot at the bar where he could see the door, and ordered a drink. Sheila didn’t seem like the type of person who liked to make an entrance—but then again she had chosen this place for their first meeting.

“So you like to fuck or you just like to watch?” a woman asked sliding onto the barstool beside him. “Because we’re up for a threesome if you are?”

Steve looked her over from head to toe. She was a definite temptation. Dark auburn hair. Large breasts. Her huge tits showing through her transparent blouse. “We?” he asked a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. She looked at her companion and winked. The tall blond nodded in agreement and approached the bar. Her face was unremarkable, and her chest a little flat, but her long sexy legs made up for it. Watching her walk was like touching silk, feeling the softness slide between your fingers. “A threesome?” Steve repeated looking at the pair of lesbians wondering what wickedness they had in mind.

“Am I that late?” Sheila asked placing a possessive hand on his shoulder. “I thought we were supposed to fuck each other at least once before we traded partners?”

“You heard the lady.” Steve said wrapping his arm around the newcomer a little thankful and a little disappointed when the odd couple left them to their own devices. “Want a drink?” Steve asked as the bartender approached.

“Gin and tonic.” She said smiling at him as their eyes met. “I thought it was supposed to be smoky in here,” she said laughing nervously, “The perfect place to study you across the room before I had to find the right words to say to you.”

“Any luck finding them?” he asked his blue eyes suddenly penetrating, perplexing.

“Will you fuck me?” she asked brazenly but her words had an almost shy undertone to them. Just like her to be confusing when she meant to be clear.

“Gladly,” he agreed finishing his drink letting her leave hers untouched as they made their way to the back of the club.

“Did you have time to check the place out?” she asked holding his hand, stroking the roughness of his palms, as her soft voice caressed him.

“Only the bar.” He admitted with a laugh as they reached a row of glass cubicles.

The scene captivated Sheila. Several couples, a few threesomes, and an occasional single were divided into tiny rooms. From her position, their sexual activities looked more like an art form than a personal experience. A man masturbating in one cubicle while watching a woman masturbate in the next. One lesbian with her head buried in another lesbian’s cunt while getting ass fucked. Two women on their knees greedily snapping at a huge cock being slapped in their faces. Another woman with a man buried deep in her dripping cunt sucking on another cock dipping in and out of her mouth. Couples who could not touch each other enough. Couples panting like dogs in the August heat. The smell of sweat mixed with cum. And Steve.

She stopped in the middle of the passageway. Despite her high heels, she still had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him the way she wanted to. She held him tightly, moved her mouth down to his neck, and groaned in his ear, “Please do that to me?”

“What?” Steve asked looking around him again wondering which act had caught the vixen’s attention.

She groaned again and tugged on his huge hard on. “That,” she whispered in his ear, “All that.”

“All that,” he repeated looking down at her eagerly. “Where do you want to start?” he asked pushing open one of the cubicle doors.

Sheila didn’t hesitate any longer. She slid the top of her slinky pink dress down, unhooked her bra, and let her nipples rub against his legs as she dropped to her knees. She unzipped his pants, wrapped her pretty little mouth around his throbbing cock, and sucked it deeply. Her head bobbed up and down as she licked the length of his cock, taking time now and then to kiss his balls, to massage them with her tongue, and to maneuver his clothes off.

“Keep that up, honey, and you’re not going to get fucked.” He rasped.

She stopped suddenly and looked up at him with such a wicked pout, imploring him to at least ram his dripping cock into her; he couldn’t keep from pulling her to her feet. Deftly, he shoved her dress to the floor moaning in approval when he saw she wore no panties. But for the time being she had to settle for his hard mouth on hers, his fierce tongue probing inside, as his large fingers stroked her damp hair. She cried out against his mouth when he found her clit, rubbing it hard, until she was as close to an orgasm as he had been.

“Fuck me, now, please?” she begged clinging to him trying to wrap her body tighter against his, wanting more of the pleasure he was giving her. He continued to stroke her clit until her words were little more than moans, until his hand was covered in her juices. “Please, oh baby, please?” She moaned pulling her mouth away from his. Her tongue, fresh from its lost battle with his, was intent on conquering his nipples, but she didn’t have a chance.

“Say it again,” Steve moaned letting her lay down, sliding between her open legs when she did.

“Fuck me, please,” she said eagerly, wrapping her legs around him anxiously.

Steve let his huge instrument slide up and down her went pussy lips, making her cry out in frustration and need, before thrusting it deep inside of her. She almost cum then. Had he stayed still she would have. But as he moved down against her, her body acted on its on, arching upwards to meet his thrusts. Her tight hole grew tighter as she clamped down on his erection trapping more and more of it inside of her until the slightest of movements was infuriatingly fulfilling.

It felt too good to cum. It felt too good to let it end. Clinging to each other, bodies joined, together at last.

It was the kiss that did it—soft, tender, wordless. But their tongues touched. These implements of war attacking each other with renewed vigor. Their bodies crashing into each other. Fucking savagely, trying to assuage an irrepressible fire, until it was too late. Sheila gave in first, settling into the cushioned floor, thrilled by wave after wave of joyous release. Steve’s body crashed on top of hers, pumping into her willing cunt, as he emptied a huge load deep inside her.

At her urging, he rolled over to his side to let her breath. She rested in his arms not caring they had attracted a large audience of their own. “Thank you,” she murmured against his chest stroking him tenderly.

“The night isn’t done yet, is it?” he asked lust lighting his eyes.

Sheila laughed, leaned forward to kiss his nose, and said, “Not by a long shot.”

“Good,” he teased stroking her hair that had come loose during their appetizer.

“Remember,” she added stroking his soft, velvet head longingly, “You promised me all night and a good morning fuck?”

“How could I forget that?” he asked grinning as another man opened the door.

“I need to cum so bad,” he said thrusting his cock towards Sheila. “And you give such good head,” he pleaded looking at Steve. “Let him watch you make me cum?”

“Do it.” Steve agreed watching her climb to her knees.

Sheila took his cock in her mouth, finding it smaller and easier to manipulate than Steve’s was. Still, she worked it up and down with her tongue making it nice and wet. But instead of playing with his balls, she pinched her own nipples moaning and cooing like a woman about to have an orgasm. She looked like she still needed to be fucked. Her juices were running down her ass and several men were looking at her prone body. One caught Steve’s eye, and when he nodded his approval, rushed into the room. Just as the first stranger burst in her mouth, the second rammed his cock into Sheila’s unsuspecting pussy.

“Oh, baby!” she cried out dropping to all fours. She rocked back against him, only slightly disappointed by his normal size cock. But it didn’t take him long to cum, and with all the other eager faces in the nearby rooms, she was happy to slide her dress back on.

Steve had already dressed, and despite her disheveled appearance, seemed proud to walk arm and arm with her back to the bar. A fresh gin and tonic was waiting and this time she drank with no hesitation. “The last guy disappointed you?” Steve said eager to talk about their experiences.

“I wanted you in my ass.” She admitted hesitantly, grinning when he almost choked on his drink, and swaying her hips enticingly when he stood up.

“I could fuck you right here.” He breathed heavily in her ear. “You want me in your ass, just lean up against the bar and be quiet.”

That surprised her. But she was horny as hell. And in this place it didn’t seem to matter. So she leaned up against the bar. And a moment later Steve was in her round little ass. It took all her effort not to groan in sheer pleasure as he fucked her hard, cumming fast and furious, after the marathon session they had just shared.

He sat down beside her as if nothing had happened. But she continued to stand, managing to sip her drink, still able to feel his hard shaft inside her, wondering if there was anyone else in the bar who could make her feel as good.

“Not enough for you?” he asked sliding his hand up her skirt and stroking her wet pussy.

“I can’t help it!” she responded unable to repress her grin as she shrugged. “I’m just a horny little slut. You know that!”

“So am I.” Admitted the girl on the adjacent stool. “I came alone but I don’t have the nerve to pick up anyone.”

“You can join us,” Steve said kindly. “Though my friend is hornier than I am right now.”

“I’ve never done a woman.” She said hesitantly.

“Neither have I.” Sheila agreed looking at the girl wondering if she was even old enough to be in a bar. “And you seem so young?”

“I’m legal.” She said pouting and for a moment Sheila actually considered kissing her. When Sheila laughed at her proclamation, the girl did it for her. The only problem with her kiss was her cherry lip gloss—Sheila didn’t like cherry—but otherwise it was fine. Tentatively, she reached out and stroked the girl’s breasts. They were small but firm. “I want to see your nipples.” The girl said panting with desire.

“Not at the bar,” the bartender said interrupting their interlude but his expression mirrored Steve’s. There was nothing more either man wanted than to see these two strangers eat each other out.

The girl looked disappointed. Sheila looked relieved. Steve took them both by the arm and led them back to the glass rooms. For a moment, it seemed like the magic was gone. But Steve was too turned on by their attraction to let it end because of modesty. He reached for Sheila, kissed her hard, until she was panting for breath. Her dress fell to the floor in one swift motion leaving her naked and wanting.

When she reached for him, he stepped aside letting her grope the girl instead. She was so warm and so soft Sheila didn’t let go. And this time the girl had no problem kissing her. She lingered on her lips, liking the way her cherry lip gloss mingled with Sheila’s vanilla, before bypassing her neck and going straight to her large round nipples. She suckled them with care, envying the huge mounds, as she stroked her. But she wasn’t content with breasts for long.

When the girl dropped to her knees, eagerly pushing her tongue inside Sheila’s cunt, her first taste was cum. She had licked her own cum off many a lover’s finger but found she liked Sheila’s taste better. She ate her eagerly, stroking her clit vigorously to get the juices flowing again, swallowing hard as her mouth filled with the delectable taste.

Steve stroked his cock, finding he had a huge hard on, wanting to fuck Sheila again, but wanting to watch her return the enthusiastic girl’s favor and eat her out too. “Get on your knees.” He said pushing her toward the floor. Sheila complied, eager for his cock. “You too.” He said to the other girl smiling when she lay down in front of Sheila.

Just like the lesbians when they came in. Only Steve watched Sheila sample the girl’s pussy. Watched her taste it hesitantly. Watched as she discovered she liked the taste. Watched her devour the girl’s clit to get more. And then he slid his cock in her pussy. He fucked her hard, pushing her face into the girl’s cunt; knowing her nose was coated in her juices, hearing the girl cry out with little orgasm after orgasm, hearing Sheila slurp it up, and wishing for once their was a mirror on the wall so he could see what they were doing instead of seeing the men in the next room masturbate as they watched the threesome.

The girl finally stopped cumming and rolled over. Sheila’s head banged the floor, making Steve stop to be certain she was okay. She was. She turned too him, climbed up on her knees, and sucked his cock with the same enthusiasm she had just shown the girl’s pussy. A few minutes later he felt a second tongue, this time on his ass. The girl caressed his balls. Sheila teased her by licking her fingers. Watching the two of them tease each other, watching them fight over his throbbing cock, made him want to cum. And when he did, it was on two eager faces. With both hands, he gathered up his cum, and let them suck it off his hand one finger at a time until he was hard again.

“No more for me,” the girl said softly though she left the room naked.

“More for me,” Sheila said planting a tender kiss on his head.

“You always want more, don’t you?” Steve asked lying on the floor giving his knees a rest.

“Always,” Sheila agreed climbing on top of him. “Even if I can’t breath.”

“Take it slow, then.” Steve agreed content just to have his cock inside of her slippery cunt, in no hurry to cum, despite the urgency his body still felt.

Sheila’s slow, comfortable screw was everything but slow but it left him feeling content. When she stood up and dressed, he followed suit.

“Ready to go to our room?” he asked when she ran a self-conscious hand through her hair.

“Yes,” she agreed readily. “Although I’m not certain I’ll be content with just one good morning fuck?”

“Then just ask me for a second one.” Steve said walking out of the club with her already, anticipating the cab ride back to the hotel.

Sex Club



"Come on, Mandy." 

She knew that he emphasised the word on purpose. They had each choses an alias, it was the only way she was agreeing to this excursion. She was thirty, she should do something new he had said. 

"Bloody sex club," She muttered to herself as they gave their names at the door and moved through to the club.

"See, not so bad," Brad commented as they were left to find their own way. 

She had to admit, it wasn't what she expected. The carpet was a deep lust red. Curtained raised platforms circled the room. Some were open, inside were queen size beds with black satin sheets. Some were occupied with couples kissing and fondling. One had three men on it, two white and a dark almost black, bald headed man. They formed a stark picture as they caressed each other, she could hear their moans from her place at the door. 

"Oh gods," she moaned and strode to the far side of the room where a bar waited. A small sign above it read, Underwear must be worn in the bar area. She laughed and ordered a double bourbon and cola, drinking it in quick gulps and shuddering as the tart liquid slid down her throat. 

"Mandy, look around, do you think anyone cares who you are?" Brad leant on the bar and gestured to the people around them. 

Most still had some clothing on, but he was right, none had paid them any more attention than she would expect from a normal club. 

"They are here for the same reason as you are."

"And what's that," She shot back.

"To have fun," He pulled her close and hovered his mouth over hers, allowing his breath to warm her mouth before he traced his tongue across her bottom lip.

"That's cheating," she whispered breathing in his sweet scent. 

His hand moved to cup her ass. He gave it a quick, hart slap. She squealed and smiled at him. Her eyes moved up to see a man watching them. She hadn't noticed him before. He lay alone on a bed, his legs stretched out before him in sensible black slacks, his chest was shirtless and broad. His eyes bore into hers. Breath caught in her chest as she bent to kiss Brad, her eyes staying on the handsome stranger. When she stopped, Brad watched her curiously before turning to see what had caught her attention. 

"Do you want to go and see him?" He asked, taking her hand.

She bit her lip and nodded. Warmth spread up her body, she was terrified but arousal always made her act erratically. Her sensible mind shut down and she let her body take over. It was only one night. And they knew no one here, her one condition was that they go to a club in another state. Where they would never see anyone there again. She gripped Brads hand and moved up to the side of the bed. 

The man extended his hand to her and Brad passed the hand he held over to the other man. He moved her hand slowly, drawing her in as he kept his gaze fixed on hers. Finally her hand rested on his chest, he moved it so that it fell down his taught abs. She didn't realised where he was leading her until he gripped her wrist tight and pulled her hand beneath his pants. She gasped as she gripped the hard, hot mass that waited there. 

Unsure she turned back to Brad. He watched in silence, his face flushed and his cock hard beneath his pants. 

She took a deep breath and let her fears drop. It was a reputable club, you couldn't get in unless you had a clean bill of health and a full background check a week before you entered. 

Her hand formed a fist gently around her prize. She smiled, feeling nervous. The man thrust up to push himself against her touch. A warmth behind her was Brad as he moved his arms around her.

"Let me help," He whispered.

His hands slid along hers removing her jacket. He let it fall before reaching around again to un button her shirt, his lips caressing her neck as he unfastened them, one by one. She released her prize for just as second to let Brad slide her arms out of her sleeves. He made quick work of her bra, her breasts sitting free on her chest. The room was warm but still her nipples were hard as diamonds as heat flooded her veins. She wanted this man. She wanted to taste him and feel him inside her body. Already she could feel her juices pooling between her thighs as Brad slid her skirt than panties down her slender legs. He dropped to his knees behind her and she squirmed as she felt his hot breath on her ass before his hot tongue laced up her pussy. 

"Oh," She moaned. The man on the bed sat up and released his cock from his slacks. It sprung free and stood proudly erect at seven inches at least and oh so thick. Brad was talented but he didn't have the meat this guy had. Her pussy clenched at the thought of it. She had to have it. She bent forward and clasped her lips around its swollen head. The man growled in pleasure, lacing his fingers through her hair and holding her over his cock. He thrust gently against her mouth building a rhythm. She couldn't whimper as Brad nudged her legs apart to give himself better access to her sweet centre. His mouth found her clit and he flicked it with his tongue. She gasped and let the man's cock drop from her lips. 

"No you don't," the man spoke for the first time. He pushed her head back down and threaded his cock back between her lips. She felt alive. Having these two men watching her naked body. 

Brad stopped his assault. She moaned and wiggled her ass, hoping he would come back. She felt a pressure against her ass and realised he only stopped so that he could continue his attentions in another way. 

"Mandy, look around you." He told her.

She stopped her attentions and looked up through her hair. Around them stood half a dozen men, watching. Some held their cocks in their hands, pumping. 

"Oh," She said, not sure what to make of this. 

"All of these men want you," Brad whispered in her ear as he pressed his cock to the opening of her pussy from behind. He put a hand on her back and pressed her forward. She crawled onto the bed and straddled the man. She was more than ready. Brad followed her, positioning himself behind her again. 

She lowered herself onto the stiff hard shaft under her, sighing as it penetrated her opening, her slick juices making it slide easily inside her. As soon as she was impaled completely she bent forward to give Brad access to her ass. He fed one than two slick fingers into her ass, working his spit around to lubricate it and get her used to the intrusion. The man she lay on worked slowly in and out of her just an inch as she waited for the penetration into her ass. She cried out as he pushed into her ass.

"Easy, relax," Brad coaxed. 

She made herself relax and pushed back gently to take him. He worked himself in and out a little at a time, spitting on his hand and rubbing it along his cock as he worked it inside her inch by inch. Finally he was imbedded balls deep. 

"Two," She called to the crowd around them. Instantly two men moved forward to her face. She took one in her mouth as the men inside her started a rhythm. 

"Oh god," she moaned around the slim cock in her mouth, alternating between her men. She didn't want gentle. 

"Harder," she told them. 

Brad reached around took her breasts in his hands, his body pounding into her harder and harder. 

"Yes," The man under her moaned as he grasped her hips and drove her onto his cock. "Oh god, im going to." He let out a roar as she felt his hot cum explode inside her. She felt her own climax rush down around her as he pussy clenched and contracted. 

"Yes, yes," Brad pulled her from the other mans cock and pushed into her as fast he he could. Finally he shuddered and roared as he pounded into her, losing his slick stream into her ass. As soon as they finished they were shouldered aside as another man took his place. Mandy didn't even care anymore. Her body pulsed with need. The new men slid in easily and rode her to their own climax. The next man looked at her and shook his head. He looked around and grabbed a man with a long thin cock. 

"Come ere'" he told the man as he pushed inside her leaking pussy lips. "Slid in here with me." 

Mandy gave a cry. Two in her pussy at once. She had never done it, she wasn't sure she could even handle it. 

"That's it. Get in there, she is more than ready."

She felt like she was going to explode. She was stretched further than she had ever been in her life. And gods it felt great. The men started moving and issuing the hot sounds of sex as their balls slapped wetly against her. 

It was only seconds before her body clenched and the wave of orgasm swept through her. They didn't even slow down and soon she felt the wave approach again. She cried out as a second rush descended. She had never felt like this. She felt so full, so slutty. She wasn't prepared for what came next as a man pushed into her ass. She screamed as the men around her issued deep groans, several squirting onto her body across the bed. 

The men didn't last long after that and came into her abused body. 

She was taken by five other men as the night progressed. She knew one thing. She was coming back next year for sure.



Sex Club: Best Fuck Of My Life



Reader, I want to share an experience that I swear on my dear mother's grave is 100% true. It was the best sex I have had and I still use it as my go-to fantasy when I have difficulty getting to an orgasm when fucking or getting a blow job. Here it is. I hope it will help you too go over the edge when needed.





When she stood in the doorway of our swingers club upstairs playroom, she literally took my breath away. I had never seen anyone as beautiful as her in real life. Here was a vision of photo-shopped perfection right out of a fashion magazine in our humble Chicago den of pleasure. She was wearing a knee-length light pink chiffon designer dress with matching dainty high-heels. Her clothes could easily have graced a movie star on a red carpet. Our playroom is somewhat dark and the light behind her on the other side of the doorway shone through the thin fabric of her skirt, showing off her perfect feminine figure and slim legs. I have heard of people dying and seeing a figure in a light that calls them, her perfect figure called me. She had Nordic blonde hair just long enough to touch her bare shoulders. The cleavage of her dress was dramatically cut low almost to her navel with two strips of satin fabric tied at the top behind her long slim neck. This showed off a tantalizing amount of her perfect, braless breasts. I could imagine dipping my hand in that deep V of bare skin and slipping my hand under the soft fabric and cupping a small, firm breast. Sexy but classy. She could have been any age from early twenties to thirties; simply young, fresh perfection. I am sure every man in the room was captivated by the sight and every woman envious. 

Standing beside her was a man, no to be more accurate, a gentleman, dressed in an expensive grey tweed suit jacket and tan slacks. He was tall, athletic and handsome in a refined way like the type of rich thoroughbred horse owner that you see in the winners circle after a big stakes race. A sportsman, possibly in his late forties with just a touch of grey in his otherwise black hair. He was looking about the room like a wolf looking for prey and ignoring the beauty on his arm. As he gazed brazenly around the room, the girl held on to his arm with both hands and gently stroked his suit-covered bicep. She then leaned her head into his upper arm and closed her eyes and waited. This struck me as incredibly erotic. I could not take my eyes off of her.

Suddenly, I could feel my wife squeeze my hand and whisper, "My God, he's looking at me. He is so hot." I looked over at him and sure enough his eyes were eating her up. We had just come into the playroom ourselves looking for some action and were sitting still fully dressed on a large sofa across from the door. The man broke into a big knowing grin and walked over with his lovely wife and sat on a love seat opposite us about eight feet away. Throbbing, sexy music filled the room. He never took his eyes off my wife and didn't seem to even acknowledge his wife was there. I could see she had a huge diamond wedding ring. He sat on the edge of the loveseat leaning forward with a hand on each of his knees. His princess sat ignored and simply stroked him with her delicate manicured hands. One of her hands massaged along the back of his neck and caressed his ears while the other stroked his chest and thigh. It was insanely erotic to see him eat my wife with his eyes as he totally ignored me and his wife while she stroked him lovingly. 

Why he chose my wife that night, I will never know. Of course, she is above average in attractiveness but in a wholesome MILF sense not a model type like his wife. Doris keeps fit but her body is that of a thirty-eight year-old mother of two. His interest could be because she has long blazing Irish-red hair. Hell, that's the first thing I noticed when I saw her the day we met fifteen years ago. But more likely the attraction is that horny aura she gives off. We have only been in the swinging scene for six months but Doris has lost all her inhibitions about sex with strangers. She is a high school teacher by day but a cock crazed MILF by night. I could tell she was in heat by the way she kept squeezing my hand and purred like a cat as the gentleman came over and sat down. She definitely wanted to fuck him. A husband learns to see the signs. An expert pussy hound like him, could sense that Doris would do anything and everything he wanted, then beg for more. 

Me? I am just an ordinary horny guy with an attractive wife. I look back at my high school photos and think I was quite a stud back then but let's admit it, today I'm just a middle manager in a large company with a bit of a gut from a few too many beers and too little physical activity. But tonight the stars are aligning in the heavens and I might fuck the sweetest girl north of the Mason Dixon Line. I swear I could smell a sweet flowery perfume as she walked past and sat delicately down. 

Doris loved the attention and did everything she could to help the cause. She reached down and pulled the hem of her dress up over her thighs, revealing her red lace bikini panties. It pays to advertise is her motto. The man opposite smiled broadly, licked his lips and leaned further forward, obviously enthralled be what he saw. I was hoping his wife would copy my wife's lead and show me her undies but she just continued to stroke her man and kiss his ear and neck. He ignored her and had his entire attention drilled into Doris's womanhood. 

My dick was as hard as a rock and I was breathing through my mouth in a panting way. My brain was in total confusion. I was thinking, "What do I do now? It seemed best to wait for developments even as every ounce of testosterone in my body was clouding my brain. I wanted to run over and grab a handful of those satin covered tits but even my confused brain knew that this was the man's show and I would have to wait for him to beckon my wife and offer his in fair trade.

Fortunately the man made his move before I had a brain melt-down. He sat back and whispered in his wife's ear. She stood up and walked towards us. I swear she seemed to float in slow motion with the silken folds of her pink designer dress undulating seductively as she moved. A cloud of her sweet flowery perfume reached me before she did. As she came closer I was struck by her iridescent blue eyes that confirmed her Nordic lineage. Bending slightly she said, "Sir, my husband asks if it is okay if your wife joins him on the other sofa. If it is okay with you, I will be with you and do anything you ask." It was all I could do not to leap to my feet and pump my fist while shouting "YES! YES! YES!" But I acted nonchalant. My guess is that she asked me because in her household the man controls everything. In ours it's basically fifty-fifty but I didn't need to get Doris's okay since she was coiled like a horny Olympic sprinter at the starting line ready to dart over for a good fucking. But I did want to appear like a man in control so I said in my most manly voice, "Doris, go over there and do anything this woman's husband wants." She turned to me with a smirk on her face and said with a touch of sarcasm, "What ever you say chief." She was up and walking in a jiffy and to tell you the truth, I didn't even glance over there until hours later when we were all fucked out and ready to go home. My entire attention was on the demure young lady that had just sat down beside me.

She looked up at me with a slightly worried look. My guess is this wife-swapping was pretty new to her. She offered her small hand and said, "Hi, my name is Charlotte, nice to meet you." The sheer innocence of that took me off balance. That was likely a good thing because I was so horny by then that getting her naked and pounding my cock into her young pussy was all my primal brain was thinking. I regrouped, calmed down a bit and replied, "Nice to meet you too. My name is George." 

What to do next? I needed to slow down and speed up at the same time. I wanted to make this last and enjoy every moment. A chance like this only comes once in a lifetime. But my instincts were compelling me rush forward to get my rock hard cock into her wet tight pussy. Then it came to me. In my young dating years a buddy of mine had told me that when I was on a date and wanted to get the sexual action kicked off, just pull out your dick. Then the girl knows the small talk is over. 

I reached down and unzipped my pants, reached in and pulled out my seven inch circumcised manhood. She looked down and her eyes opened a bit wider in surprise. I put my arm around her shoulder and said, "Here, why don't you snuggle close to me and put your sweet head on my shoulder. She complied immediately and shimmied over. Her hair was soft against my cheek. I looked down at her beautiful dress and in the deep V of her top I could see the sides of her perfect, firm breasts. Her stiff nipples poked up under the sheer fabric. My fantasy to dip my hand under the dress and cup her tits could easily be realized but it was incredibly erotic to know I could and then choose NOT to do it. There would be plenty of time to do that whenever I pleased. 

I put the tips of my fingers under her chin and lifted her face up to mine. She had her eyes closed and I just looked and admired her beautiful face. She had very little makeup. Her skin was perfectly smooth and white. Her eyebrows and eyelashes were a light golden brown and a perfect match to her blonde hair. Her lush lips had a hint of pink lipstick. I had a sudden realization that those perfect lips will soon be wrapped around my hard dick. Pinch me. I kissed her and she opened her lips willingly when I probed my tongue inside. I pulled her closer with my left hand that was over her shoulder and slid my right hand to her waist. I could have cupped her breast or reached under her dress. She was totally willing and expected that. But it seemed incredibly erotic to know I could do it but chose not to. 

I stood up and stripped my clothes off in a flash looking down at her just sitting there waiting for me. She looked up and asked, "Do you want me to undress?" I smiled and nodded no. I wanted to be a dirty exhibitionist with this fully dressed young lady at my side for a bit. 

I sat down and put my arm around her shoulder again. She sat there with her hands clasped together on her lap. It felt great just sitting there totally nude with my cock standing at attention with a beautiful young girl fully dressed and waiting for my commands. 

She seemed a bit nervous. To break the ice I said, "Are you guys from here in Chicago?"

She looked up with a relieved look on her face and replied, "No, we're from Atlanta. My husband is here on business.". The chat was nice but my cock begged to be touched. I continued, "Why don't you hold my penis like a nice girl."

"Of course sir. I'm sorry. I should have thought of that myself." She reached over and wrapped her small hand around my staff . 

"My god," I thought, "She really will do anything I say." 

"No, it is best that you do just what I ask, when I ask. That way I don't have to spank your sweet ass." I have found that after those Shades of Grey books came out, the women like a bit of ass warming. In fact, I look for any excuse to find a reason a woman is "bad" so I can slap the cheeks of her ass. Never had one woman not get off on it.

Ahhh, your hand feels very good." She smiled with a phosphorus white set of perfect teeth at the compliment. "Have you gone to swinger clubs often?"

"No, this is our first time. We were a bit nervous of doing it in our home city. Somebody might have recognized my husband. So this trip to Chicago seemed a good time to try it." 

"Don't worry. You'll love it. Doris and I have been doing it often and it's great. I know how to use that cock you are holding. I am going to fuck you really good." With this she blushed deeply but to her credit she did not let go of her handful. Now, you likely think, bull shit, a woman her age in today's world wouldn't be shocked by the word FUCK. True. She likely swears like a trucker when she is with her girlfriends. Fuck this, fuck that, in idle conversation I know but I have found that when a nude strange man at a swingers club with a hard on says fuck in the "bumping uglies" context, well that gets a rise out of any woman that isn't totally battle hardened. 

"Here at these sex clubs, the women tend to start by sucking their partners cock." To her credit she immediately dived down and engulfed the head of my weapon in her hot, soft wet mouth. I groaned loudly at the sheer pleasure of it. It still gives me goose bumps when I think of that moment. She was no duffer. She started stroking my shaft as she bobbed her head up and down. It was such a magnificent feeling that I immediately started falling down the slippery slope to orgasm. I panicked and grabbed her head to still it. I could have cum in seconds and that was the very last thing I wanted to do. I grabbed a handful of soft blonde hair and jerked her head off my cock. 

Through gasps of air I said, "That's great love,but let's go a bit slower. Now why don't you just lick my cock like a big lollipop and swirl your sweet tongue around the head." She did as instructed and I gradually regained my composure. "Hey, baby push your hair back so I can see your wet tongue sliding up and down my dick." I love talking dirty as you can see. She scooped a handful of gold and unveiled an insanely erotic sight of a perfect young beauty eagerly covering my trusty instrument with saliva. I must be a genius because I had another brilliant idea. "Slip your hand under my shaved balls dear and give them a good lick. Make them really wet." You the reader must have had your balls licked. Now imagine someone like Natalie Portman slurping over your ball sack. That is the vision I saw. Yum. I let this go on for quite a while, wouldn't any man, and she was a trooper and simply continued until I said, "Okay, my sweet,suck my cock nice and slow and as deep as you can." Her face was even more beautiful when my dick was buried to the back of her throat and my balls were bumping her chin. I was in sex heaven as her head bobbed up and down slowly. 

As pleasurable as the blow job was, my mind started zeroing in on how her tight young pussy would feel with my cock buried balls deep. The "... and do anything you ask." part of her introduction even had me thinking about her tiny, pink asshole even though that is not my preferred landing spot. Anything was on the table and I decided to go wherever my primal, dirty imagination took me. 

I could lie and say I got her take off her clothes slowly like some sort of erotic fictional story but the reality was, I was so horny that I just blurted out, "Lose the dress girl. It's time for some fucking." Not a George Clooney line but I'm not a George Clooney when there is a willing pussy waiting for my rock-hard cock.

She sat up and slowly undid the bow of material at the back of her neck that held up the two strips of satin that covered her breasts. Just as she finished undoing it I barked, "What's taking you so long. You BAD girl. I'm going to have to teach you a lesson and spank your bum. Now lay across my knees and make it quick." She had a contrite look on her face as she draped herself over my knees. "Now, pull up your dress." I find it a lot more erotic to get the girl to unveil herself. On cue, she pulled up her pink chiffon dress exposing her perfect small, tight butt cheeks covered by matching pink bikini panties with a sweet band of embroidered flowers ringing the top. It was a gorgeous sight. "Now pull those panties down so I can give you your punishment." She pulled them down below her snow white ass-cheeks and brought her hand back up to beside her shoulder. Her head was turned to the side closest to me and I could see her biting her lip nervously. Good. I put my palm in the center of her ass. It was as smooth as a baby's bum. I could feel the crack of her ass splitting the two orbs. I gave it a good rub all over and even dipped my middle finger down to her cleanly shaved pussy lips. They were slick with love juice as I ran my finger up and down her slit as she gave a low moan. I withdrew my hand and gave the far cheek a half-hearted slap, barely enough to make a pink mark. I didn't want to have her making enough noise to have her man coming to the rescue. This was just erotic play. I could feel my steel erection against the fabric of the waist of her dress. I gave her a tap on the other cheek and then another on each. There was a slight rosy hue. I dipped my fingers back to her girlie parts and they were even more wet. She moaned even louder this time. The little minx loved it. Nice, but it was time to get my rocks off.

"Okay, baby, get that dress off and make it snappy this time." She stood and stripped the dress down her body along with her panties and stepped out of it all in double time. WOW,what a sight! She was like a Victoria's Secret model except without any lingerie to cover her charms. Zero secrets. I held her hand to give her the message to stay standing and ogled her body like a fucking lecher. She had firm 34B breasts, my favourite, and slim but womanly hips. She was Brazilianed of every hair on her crotch and had a silver dollar-size red heart tattooed just above the camel-toe notch of her pussy. A fucking HEART! Cute or what! 

Why is it that a vision like this of a cute young girl doesn't make a man mellow and kind hearted? Instead it sends a sudden surge of testosterone to the most primal part of a man's brain and all you want to do is get your cock thrusting hard into her center even if you have to fight a hoard of men or beasts to get that sperm of yours in her pussy. My guess is that's why humans are still around when most species have gone extinct. So I hope you understand the next part. I have no apologies, I'm just a man.

She was standing in front of me nude except for her wedding ring and I was sitting on the sofa with my eyes at the level of the red heart on her pubic mound. I leaned forward and buried my face in her crotch while putting my feet between hers. I licked the smooth skin of her camel-toe notch. Then, I reached around and grabbed a firm ass-cheek with each hand and pulled her closer to me. The sweet smell of her pussy was intoxicating. As I pulled her towards me, her knees parted around my legs. Now with better access to her clit, I twirled the tip of my tongue around the little hard bud. She tilted her pelvis to give me better access and I could hear her moan deeply. I lapped her pussy from stem to stern and slurped up her pussy juice with gusto. Her small butt cheeks were only a handful each and I could feel them flex as she rotated her hips to get more friction on my tongue. What a horny bitch. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward. I could feel her getting close to an orgasm but I wanted her to cum with my dick planted deep. I love the feeling of a tight pussy having spasms on my cock while I look down at their face as they cum. So I leaned back and looked up at her tits and face, with its look of disappointment that I had left her on the brink of ecstasy. 

My dick had become a bit soft as I had been concentrating on her pleasure so I reached up to her shoulders and pulled her down to her knees while growling, "Suck my cock you horny bitch and when it is nice and hard I want you to climb on to that big boy and I will fuck you 'til you have a screaming orgasm." She gobbled my wang like a two dollar hooker and in a blink it was rock hard. She looked up at me with those incredibly blue eyes and lifted her eyebrows in a questioning manner sort of asking if it was hard enough now to stuff her pussy with it. I said, "Sure baby, that's great. Climb on board my cock." Well, it was amazing how eager and fast that wench got off her knees and straddled my waist, took her right hand and parted the lips of her cunny and lodged the wet head of my cock in the entrance to her love canal and slowly slid down until I was balls deep in the sweetest, tightest pussy since I took my wife's virginity fifteen years ago. The young thing let out a huge squeal of pleasure that rang out across the room and she had a look of erotic relief on her face. 




Sex Club: Best Fuck Of My Life



She panted, "Yes. Yes. YES, Oh fuck, that feels soooo fucking good." in a deep baritone, almost manly voice. 

What a fucking incredible horny sight as she was sitting on my cock. I reached up and took a handful of tit in each hand and rolled the hard nipples between my thumb and forefingers. Her blue eyes opened wider when I did this and she look down at her chest at the erotic sight of me, this stranger, pinching her nipples as jolts of pleasure hit her primal brain. I couldn't help myself, I gave her nips a very hard tweak and she took a deep breath and stifled a groan and then purred deeply. My God, she loved that little sensation of pain. I felt like I was driving a Ferrari for the first time and discovering all these new buttons. 

She put a hand on the back of the sofa on each side of my head as she leaned forward for better traction and started grinding her pussy on my dick. I grabbed her ass and held on as she rode me like a rodeo champ. My entire world was simply the delicious feeling in my cock as her hot, tight pussy was sliding up and down. All of a sudden she started screaming, "I'm cumming. Oh fuck, I'm cummimg. Ahhhhhh. Oh NO. AHHHHHHHH. Oh fuck. Yes YES. MMmmmmmmm." I felt her pussy throb up and down my happy dick. She was cumming so hard there were farting noises coming out of her vagina. I could feel the puffs of breeze on my wet balls. And then she froze and fell forward onto my chest in a limp heap. I guess the sensation was too intense but......WHAT THE FUCK! I need to get off!

I tumbled her off me with her head at the end of the sofa and her on her stomach. I am fond of doggie style and I lifted her legs onto the sofa and then lifted her waist up so she knew what I wanted. This girl had been fucked often enough doggie style to get the cues and she knelt onto the sofa cushions with her arms and shoulders laying on the arm of the sofa, her ass in the air ready to be mounted. Her back end was very different than my wife's wider more womanly bottom. This girl had a small, tight yoga-once-a-day type buttocks. They were almost boyish but definitely feminine. But there was no mistaking the rosy red slip in the center of engorged pussy lips under the crack just waiting for my cock. I moved into position between her knees and put a hand on the side of each cheek. Her glutes were so hard they reminded me of when my older brother used to proudly flex his bicep to get me to feel it. This girl is like a Porsche whereas my wife Doris is a classic Cadillac. 

I always like to get a wench to direct my dick to the target so I said, "Take your hand, sweet cheeks and guide my cock into that hot pussy of yours." She was quick to slip her delicate hand under and expertly guide the tip of my weapon to her vaginal entrance. Her pussy was so tight that even though she was well lubricated with love juice, it took a bit of effort to lodge in head-deep. This is where I always hesitate to let them feel my manhood getting ready to fuck them and then I ram in hard, balls deep and then hold still while the end of my dick feels the end of their love canal. Here goes......WHAM. As hoped for, she whipped her full head of blonde hair back and let out a huge moan. 

"AHHHHHHH. Oh fuck! AHHH. Ohhh. WOW." She was panting breathless for a minute or so until she calmed down. I was enjoying the wondrous sensation of her hot womanhood wrapped around my staff. AHA! Wenches are all alike when you ram a hard dick into their wet ready-to-fuck pussies.

I felt like a king kneeling there fucking Miss America from behind. I puffed up my chest and proudly looked around the room to the front of me. I put my hands on my hips and started grinding my hips so my cock was making small circular motions deep in her pussy. She backed up beautifully to keep our connection firm. Doris and her gentleman were behind and to my right and out of sight but I could see many couples fucking and sucking contently around our playroom. Several were looking over at me and my skewered princess and I broke into a big, shit-ass grin. I couldn't help it. 

A fellow named Ralph, a fairly new guy at the club was standing nude beside a sofa masturbating while watching his beautiful wife getting fucked by some new dude. She was a real sexy lady that I was dying to fuck. I never knew how he had ever married such a trophy wife. Maybe he had money since he was just ordinary looking, overweight and hairy. I got a brilliant idea on how I could speed along my chance of fucking his wife in the future. I caught him looking over at us and I got his attention by waving. Then I pointed down at my girl, then gave the universal in-out BJ hand motion in front of my mouth and then pointed to him. I could see his eyes widen as he realized I wanted him to come over and get blown by my pretty slut. Finally he pointed to himself and then to her with a questioning look on his face and I smiled and nodded an emphatic yes. Over he came, naked as a jaybird with a small erection pointing the way. In a blink he stood in front of my beauty queen who had her head laying on her hands on the arm of the sofa. She had a contented relaxed look on her face. 

I gave her a little slap on the butt and said, "Hey Charlotte, wake up and meet my friend, Ralph." She lifted her head and looked ahead and her eyes met his hard cock sticking straight at her. She pivoted her head back at me with a shocked, What-the-Fuck?, look in her eyes. I continued, "I kinda recall you saying, anything I want, and what I want is for you to give my friend a nice blowjob while I fuck your sweet pussy." She hesitated as she weighed the proposal. "Or should I go over and tell Doris to stop playing with your husband?" With this she lifted her head and reached around his fat ass and pulled him towards her mouth. He slipped his hands onto her golden hair on each side of her head and started to grind his dick into her face. I wish I could have taken a picture of Ralph's face as he closed his eyes, smiled broadly as his look of pure ecstasy lit up the room. 

I looked down at my prize's back end and slid my cock out half way and back in again. It was a snug but great fit. The tight, small cheeks of her ass were opened so that I could see her quarter size pink asshole with my member solidly embedded in her pussy below. This was an incredibly erotic sight that I will never forget. I couldn't hold back any more. My primal brain took over and my entire world was simply her twat and my cock. I was drilling her like I was trying to lodge the end of my dick in her brain through her pussy if that makes any sense. But there is no logical sense when you are as horny as I was that lucky night. As I try to remember the next period, it is just a red and orange blur of carnal passion, animal sounds and the feel of bodies humping skin to skin. I suspect I must have spanked her ass since it was beet red when I finally came in a roaring, breathless frenzy and rolled onto the sofa in a sweat-covered heap. She lay at my side with her back to me equally as exhausted and panting. Ralph was nowhere to be seen but I could see beads of his cum in her hair and smell its sweet pungent odor. What a lovely fuck team we must have been. Members have banned cellphone picture taking in the playroom but I would have killed for a souvenir pic of me and Miss America in coitus. 

I was in a semi-stupor for quite a while until her husband came over already dressed and told his wife to get up and get dressed. I roused myself and sat up and said to her as she was putting on her beautiful dress, "Thanks dear, that was great. Hope you and your husband have a good time in Chicago." When I think back on that, it seems such a lame thing to say after having the fuck of my life. But my brain was kind of fried to say the least.

Charlotte smiled and said nothing but her husband said, "Thanks, my good man, for introducing my wife to the swinging lifestyle in a very fine way. I suspected you must would be a good first experience for her since you have such a hot, lovely wife. Thanks again." And he reached down and gave me a firm, formal handshake. I kick myself now for not asking for his number so that Doris and I could find an excuse to go to Atlanta and hook up with these hot folks again. Charlotte finished dressing in silence and he shepherded his wife out of the room and out of our lives. 

I fished around for my clothes in the semi-darkness and got dressed as Doris, fully clothed, came and sat on the sofa, waiting quietly. We both seemed a bit stunned by the experience. But in the car ride home we started telling each other the details of the great sex we had just had and by the time we got home we were horny and fucked like rabbits until the wee hours. Ahhh, the swinging lifestyle can be super!



Sex Club Extravaganza



The Escape Club

He picked her up right after work. She got in his car and smiled at him.. peering up over her glasses... (she knew he liked her "naughty librarian" look with her glasses down low on her nose...)

She was 35 years old. 5'11" tall. She had a beautiful fashion model like figure.. beautiful curves.. relatively small/medium breasts. She had beautiful straight brown hair, and green eyes. Women everywhere were always the first to comment on just how beautiful she was. She was a natural beauty.. she wore little to no make up. And men of all ages always turned their heads to have a second look at her. She was a total knock-out, in a wholesome natural way. This woman, didn't even have to try.. she was just blessed with her amazing appearance.

He was 36 years old. Tall dark and handsome. He was well dressed, with an extremely high intellect. He was bald by choice with a goatee.. He resembled a "tall Vin Diesel", but not quite as bulky.. he was a bit more lean. He had a well above average sized endowment, and the ladies always commented on his good looks and his "cute little ass".

She leaned over to him and kissed him.. reaching down to his groin and giving his already swollen cock a couple of squeezes.. "I've been thinking about you... every morning when I get off.. at work when I get off in the bathroom.. and when I lay in bed... fingering myself... wishing it was you... I'm so glad we could see each other today!"

He too was so excited to see her! He had butterflies a bit.. they both did. Her sexual interest in him made him feel hot... Like he was sexy and desirable... She felt almost exactly the same way about how he made her feel also.

"Do you trust me?" he said

"of course!" she replied...

Then I am going to take you to a very special place. 

So they roared off.. to a place called "The Escape Club". It was a swingers club and gay mens club. It alternates each night to accomodate everyone's different tastes and orientations.

She was a bit nervous... she didn't know what to expect... but she was so excited and so horny.. she didn't wear panties... and her juice was moistening the crotch of her jeans... 

They went in the door, and a polite gentleman behind the counter in the lobby welcomed them both. 

"A deluxe room for 2 please"... certainly the man said.. he handed them each a towel and a room key... and buzzed the door to the "inside" unlocked.. he said "have fun you two!"... she looked back at him.. and said "oh.. we will!"

When they were inside.. they looked down a hallway of doors to the small rooms... they were walking to their room.. and as they did.. they could smell sex and hear sex... skin slapping.. women moaning.. men grunting.. headboards banging... it smelled like perfume, sweet woman juice and man cum... it was intoxicating.

They found their room.. number 11.. and opened the door. It was adequate and clean. There was a sling hanging from the ceiling.. a double bed with a few complementary condoms and lube packets on the pillow, a night stand and trash can.

The lighting was pinkish red.. and it was very very sexual.. Each room had a string of moving flashing lights around the ceiling and down the wall corners. (like the kind you might find at an old movie theater box office) 

She wasn't sure what to do.. but she was dripping juice, and it was already running down her legs.... 

So he quickly put his arms around her.. he kissed her.. and asked her just to stand still.. that he would take care of her, and that she only had to enjoy herself.. 

..she smiled at him.. she was comfortable and so excited... mostly because she felt so safe with him.. and she was so anxious to find out the "un-knowns" of this amazing and sexual place he had brought her to.

He removed her jacket, and lifted her shirt over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, and he could see that her nipples were rock hard. Partially because she was a bit nervous, but mostly because she was so completely excited. He stood back a bit.. and admired her. Her beautiful hair.. her pretty face.. her beautiful natural breasts and hard nipples. She was gorgeous.. and he told her that.. she smiled and said "I'm glad you think so". 

He removed his shirt.

Next he stepped towards her again... and unzipped her jeans... though he didn't remove them yet.. she wore the leather boots that she knew he liked.. and this was very pleasing to him, her attention to his likes and desires. He helped her get her boots off.. and then he pulled her jeans down.. He was sooo pleased with the sight of her pussy. It was full and thick with hair.. just the way he liked it. She had a large triangle of pubic hair, and it matched the gorgeous locks on her head perfectly. He removed his pants and underwear.

He was naked.

He stood before her. And stepped into her. He could feel her hard nipples brush the hair of his chest, and she was so hot.. she wanted him... intensely. His 3/4 hard cock stood forth from his groin a bit, and it pressed in to her pussy.. she pushed forward and spread her legs a bit.. lunging at his cock.. she was so excited.. she wanted him inside her right there and then.. and she would get her satisfaction... but not yet.. this place was special.. and he had an adventure planned for her. One that she would never ever forget. 

So he stood back a bit.. and smiled at her.. assuring her of her beauty, and his desire for her... he grabbed a towel from the bed and asked her to lift her arms.. she complied and he placed it over her breasts, around her, and tucked it... he put his towel around his waist.. and said ok.. first we are going to get acquainted with all of the various little exciting things that can be found here at "The Escape Club".. 

"Well then, let's go!" she said smiling.. 

They walked out of their little room... and locked the door behind them. ... they walked down the hall to the shower area.

In the shower area was a steam room.. it had a glass door.. and they could vaguely see bodies on the other side.. they opened the door.. and found 4 couples inside, and 2 single men. The men were sroking themselves.. watching the action of the couples... one woman was on her knees sucking a man's cock.. one man was on his knees licking his partner, one woman was riding her man, sitting on the cedar bench, and one man was fucking his woman.. standing behind her.

Immediately her slight nervousness left her. She felt at ease... she saw that sex and nudity here.. was expected and encouraged.

So they sat next to one another... They sat on their towels, on the bench.. and enjoyed the hot, hot steam... watching the other couples... 

He reached down for one of her ankles.. and put her foot up on the bench.. he then gently grabbed her wrist and moved her hand to her pussy.. she immediately took to her pussy.. to her clitoris.. she was straining to get off... literally straining to cum... Her nipples were rock hard, and her clit was engorged and protruding from its little hood. Her juice was flowing. She was swolen.. and leaking. 

He stroked himself also.. he was fully hard and aching to cum himself.. but he used control.. and did not rush.

He whispered to her "you see those two men... they're watching you" She looked up and saw them looking at her.. stroking their cocks...

"The sight of you touching yourself and your naked sexy body turns them on."

He reached over and guided her knee a bit more to the side.. so the men could see her touching herself" 

This totally turned her on.. she was a bit self conscious.. but in this situation.. it was perfect.. she wanted them to look at her.. she was enjoying it.. and she felt very safe and very hot. It isn't often that a woman can feel comfortable in a situation.. that it is ok, and she feels ok, to be touching herself to her own pleasure, and to that of men looking at her do it... strangers. This place was the stuff that sexual dreams are made of.

We enjoyed ourselves in there for a wee bit longer.. but the steam was just sooo fucking hot.. 

"ready to explore some more?" he whispered in her ear? 

"you bet, let's go" she said softly back to him.. kissing him.. and placing his hand on her breast while she still touched her pussy... stroking.. frigging.. just as they were about to stand up to leave the steam room.. one of the men who was watching her.. took a step forward... we both noticed him.. he was about to cum...

I reached down and raised both of her legs up while she sat on the bench.. and said "this man is going to cum from looking at you.. see how much you turn him on, you are so sexy and so beautiful.. show him your pussy." So she reached down.. and spread her lips for him to see.. and she looked right at his eyes.. and he at hers.. and then he shot his cum.. spurt after spurt.. some even landed on her leg, he stood 3 or more feet away.. 

"thank you, you are so sexy and beautiful" the man said to her before he shook the last of the cum off his cock onto the floor, put his towel around his waist and walked out.. we left right behind him.

Right outside the steam room is the showers... they were nicely tiled and private.. with glass locking doors. There was a curtain inside the door so you could shower in privacy.. or not.. however you wished. We hung our towels on the rack and stepped into one together, of course leaving the curtain undrawn. The cool-warm water was awesome, as the steam room was sooooo fucking hot. I squeezed some soap into my hand and proceeded to wash her body. Tracing the slippery soap over the curves of her hips, her thighs.. and her breasts.. all of her, except for her pussy.. that.. I wanted to stay wet with her own juices...

"Wow.. this is totally awesome! I'm really enjoying myself!"

"I'm glad" I said... "all of your fantasies can come true here...."

So they turned off the water... and stepped out... the couples that were in the steam room were just leaving it, and also heading for showers.

We dried off quickly... and went back to our room.. I led her by the hand. 

"I thought we were going exploring!" she said... 

"we are, we are.. but you're putting those sexy fucking boots on first!"

She smiled.. and put them on quickly and urgently... It was quite apparent that she was enjoying their adventure, and was eager to get back to it.

They then went back the way they came... That floor had bathrooms, steam, and deluxe and simple guest rooms.. that's it. They decided to take the stairs up. So they did... when they got up there... they could hear porno music and woman's moans.. 

First they encountered the porno lounge.... giant elaborate leather sectional couches in a huge room with a 70" screen... porno was playing... general high quality group sex type porn, and couples were all sitting around.... engaging themselves.. but not their partners.. apparently it was proper etiquette to not have sex in this room.. It was for watching only.. masturbation only... It was very interesting to her to see the number of females in the room enjoying themselves.. it seemed... unusual, and liberating. 

ok.. well... we were impressed.. it was, what it was.. we left that area... to explore some more... 

just down from the porno room was a hallway with some saw horses covered in leather, and the luxury rooms (very expensive)... One of the rooms had a couples orgy going on in it.. 2 sides of the room were completely windowed.. there were a few single men standing stroking themselves looking at the group sex action inside, and one couple was also sitting on a loveseat watching also. 

Just down the hall from that "luxury voyeur/exhibitionist room" where the group action was, there was a room with the door open and a sign hanging from the door handle. It was made of looseleaf paper, and written roughly with black marker on it, it said ... "you may look in, but not enter this room"

We looked at each other.. a bit puzzled, and smiling.. and we made our way to the doorway. We stood at the doorway and looked in.

Inside, a man had a woman on all fours on the floor. (she was on a few towels) She was facing away from the door, about 3 feet from the entrance. Her knees were together and her back was arched.

The man was crouch/standing behind her. He was balls deep in her asshole, and his cock was fucking huge. 

The woman had a ponytail, and he had one fist holding her head back and up gripping her ponytail, his other hand was on his hip.

He was forcefully fucking this woman.. almost all the way out of her ass.. and then balls deep with massive pummeling thrusts... she was grunting.. not moaning... 

With a fist full of her hair, he cranked her head to the side and said "you see slut! We have a fucking audience! Say hello to the man and the beautiful woman that are watching us!" 

"Hello" she said obediently

The man looked back at my partner and said "do you like watching me ass fuck this slut?"

"um... yes, certainly" she said back to him

"and I have to cum very soon.. I will cum anywhere you like.. would you like to choose where I cum?... "

"Cum in her ass!" she said to him

The man smiled slightly, and then focused on his slut. He pumped and pumped... full huge strokes.. until he thrusted forward and held for a sec... "aaaah" he said... then all the way out and thrusted forward again and held... "aaah" he said again... he repeated over and over until he was spent. He obviously had no concern for this woman's comfort. He heaved into her sharply and what seemed to be selfishly.

He pulled out of her and her ass was gaping wide open.. cum was running out and dripping on the floor and down her legs...

With a fist of her ponytail still in hand.. he stood her to her feet and said "now be a good slut and thank this man and woman for watching us!"

"Thank you very much" she said... and he reached forward and slammed the door shut...

She and I stood in awe.. Now how fuckin' cool was that!

"This place is awesome" she said to me... "but I am needing to fuck already"... ok I said.. but lets just check out the other side of the hall upstairs here first... so we did...

we could hear one woman yelping and carrying on just around the corner.

When we got around the corner, there was a woman up on a 2 foot high podium... She was late 40's to Early fifties. She had on high heels, stockings and garters (black). She was VERY vocal. The area was dim, except for a few spotlights on the ceiling shining down on the podium. 

The woman was on all fours. There were 5 or 6 men waiting in line, stroking themselves waiting for their turn in her. The woman's partner was sitting on a chair to her side.. he was stroking himself and seemed to be enjoying these men fucking her very much... 

As it turned out however.. she had been there for over an hour. She had cum all over her ass, and it was running down her legs, and slopping out of her cunt.... there was a small pool of cum on the podium base beneath her swollen pussy ... and after the last man shot his load in her.. she got to her feet. Then all of the men clapped for her... and she blushed a bit.. smiled back and said "thank you boys!" The classy slut and her man walked out of the area.. they looked so happy and satisfied.... walking along and smooching one another.. arm in arm. It was ironic, beautiful and sexy to see them leave as they did... after all of those men fucking her like that.. one after another, while her man watched them.

So.. I thought.. ok.. the show is over.. and grabbed my partner's hand to lead her out.. but she stopped me... and tugged back a little.

She looked over at the 5 men standing there... that were now looking at her.. hungry.. hard.. throbbing.. lusting... 

She smiled at me.. and at the men looking at her... she then let her towel fall free from her tits.. and led ME by the hand over to the men.

She got down on her knees and immediately started to suck me.... the other men all stood around her with me - in a semi-circle.

She took my cock from her mouth.. and sucked the stranger next to me.. she had her hand on my cock, her mouth on the next guys.. and her other hand on the guy next to him... she sucked for a minute and then moved to the next, until she made it back to me... it took about 3 minutes or so... 

All of us were so excited and sooo hard for her.

She took me by the hand... over to the cum soaked podium where the last woman had been.. and got on all fours under the lights. She motioned with her finger and a smile to one of the other 5 guys to come around to the front... and she began to suck him.. while on all fours... and I got behind her and started to fuck her... She was so fucking wet.. which was a good thing, because she was rather tight. Her pussy was magnificent. The nicest I had ever fucked. It always returned to being tight, no matter how hung I was, or how much I stretched her from fucking for hours.. She was gifted. 

She was in ecstasy.. she didn't care about decency or morals... this was raw fucking decadent sex... wet nasty totally animal fucking... she loved it..

So I took my cock from her... and invited the man she was sucking to fuck her, and said "line up boys!".. who's next for head?

Eagerly a new guy was in her mouth, and the man she was previously sucking was inside her... behind her... fucking into her... roughly and urgently.. 

She was moaning... and he could hardly contain himself..

"I'm gonna cum!" he said

"then cum! cum in her!" I said to him

"aaaaaah.... aaaaaah..... aaaaaaah.... " he said

She could feel his pulsing cock, and the hot cum now deep in her pussy... 

His cock plopped out of her and the man at her front hurried behind her and buried himself in her sopping cunt before any cum could run out.

The man that was in her mouth now stood behind her.. pounding into her with hurry and intensity... She was so slick from all of the cum in her that he just buried himself all the way in... there were sticky sloppy noises because of all the cum... 

'mmmph...mmmph.. mmmph.." could be heard from her as she got hard fucked from behind with a mouth and throat full of hard cock...

Surprisingly the cock in her mouth shot off just as the guy behind her shot into her... they were both simultaneously cumming in her... she felt like such a slut.. she just let go, and enjoyed her multiple mating frenzy with these strangers.. barebacking her mouth and her pussy, and shooting into her at both ends...

She loved it!

She totally fucking loved it! 

This type of sex was for most people, only something of a fantasy. Few people would ever in a lifetime experience this level of debauchery.

This sent her over the edge... she reached back to touch her swollen throbbing clit, and the moment she touched it, she came too.. her cunt pulsing and clenching at the spurting cock inside it.. she was in ecstasy... she almost pissed herself!

The last two men picked up where those two left off.. she had cum running out of her cunt now and down her legs, dripping onto the black podium, and out of the corners her mouth, down her neck and onto her tits... the room smelled like cum and pussy... there was now a small audience of 3 or so couples watching all of this.. just like we watched the couple previous to us... and as the last two men had at her... the man in her pussy came in her after only a minute or so... and then the man in her mouth took over and fucked her for a minute.. he said "and should I cum in you too, is that what you want.. is to have all of our cum in you? Do you want my fucking load inside you?" She looked back over her shoulder " Yes, cum in me! Shoot your fucking hot load in me! Just like the rest of them! Do it! Cum! Cum! Cum in me!" And this clearly took him over.. in a frenzy, his balls were slapping her hot swolen clit and with an uncomfortable direct and abrupt series of hard pounding deep full thrusts, he shot spurt after spurt with thrust after thrust.. she was grunting with each one, and he fucked himself empty into her.... when he was done.. he gave her ass a firm slap and grab.. standing back from her and said "what a magnificent cum slut you are.. awesome to fuck"... and he picked up his towel off the bench and walked away down the dark corridor, as the others did...




Sex Club Extravaganza



She was a complete sex object

a fuck toy

a slut

and she loved it.

I loved watching her get fucked... especially when her cunt and mouth were full of cock and she looked over at me... peering up over her glasses and trying to smile at me, with a mouth full of hard cock...

The last of the men was now finished... and her ass and legs were coated in all of those men's juice..... 

....finally....

.... finally.... it was my turn.

She was surprised at my vigor... to get into her... where all those men had just been.. where their juice still was.... 

but secretly... that was one of my desires... I really really got off on that... 

So I sank myself into her.. I had a huge cock.. much larger than these other men... measuring from the top where it met my body, and to the tip, I was 10 1/2 inches long, and at least as big around as a bottle of hairspray. I fucked her with a fury.... I enjoyed the decadence and nastyness of feeling her slick and used cunt.. so slippery and sloppy with all of the other mens cum...and like the others, I emptied myself into her.... just as I announced that I was going to shoot , she came again.. a second time... 

We pressed ourselves together... until finally.... aaah.... we were finished.

The couples that had been watching us... we forgot were even there... began to applaud for us!

I took her hand and helped her to her feet... as they clapped, I held her hand high and with my other hand, I presented her to them... cum running out of her in globs... down onto her leather boots...

we proudly walked past them... collected our towels, and headed downstairs to the showers...

We walked into the shower room together, hand in hand.. so spent, so satisfied..I had to support her, her knees were weak as she had just been repeatedly mounted on her knees by a group of men for the last solid hour. We were so fuckin very very satisfied... and we found a few of the men that had just fucked her in the shower area.. and one of them smiled and started to clap, the other men followed his lead and also applauded... 

She was the star of the evening! And I was so proud of her, and so happy with what had just happened... 

that fantasy night was the first of many... and we looked forward to our next experience at "The Escape Club" 

- Kontroller



Sex Club for College Students



I was inspired by a Literotica series "Sex Club..." about a group of regular college kids. The original story was written from a guy's perspective. This is a girl's take on it. 

Calie's first year at college was a big change from living at home. With a full class load, homework, work study job and taking care of herself she stayed very busy. She was making lots of friends and enjoyed taking part in college dorm life too. Her grades were good, and she was happy with her "B" average. She had still not declared a major yet, but there was still plenty of time for that. As a freshman her love life had been really nonexistent, which was okay with her. She really did not feel she had the time or want to deal with the angst that she saw her roommate and others on her floor go through as a relationship broke up. When Calie had broken up with her high school boyfriend Adam the summer before going off to college the emotional trauma was not something she was eager to repeat. 

The closest Calie had come to "sex" during her freshman year was when her roommate had brought a boy back to their room and she had walked in on them "doing it". Calie made an abrupt about-face and walked down to the dorm lounge to wait for them to finish.

While Calie and her roommate got along okay, having a roomy was a new experience. She had never had to share a room before as she had her own room at home. Calie was used to having privacy when she wanted it. Things would be better this year, because she had enough seniority as a sophomore to rate a single dorm room. 

Though she wasn't dating, that didn't keep Calie from thinking about boys. She enjoyed getting together with her roommate or girlfriends to discuss their latest date, boyfriend, or a "hot" guy in one of their classes. She loved it when one of her friends went into the juicier details about a date. The kissing, the fondling, the undressing, the caressing, the....well you get the idea. When she got back to her dorm room, under the covers or in the shower, Calie would sometimes play back in her mind the details of these dating stories. She would fantasize that it was her in the stories. It never took long, using her imagination and her fingers dancing between her legs, to bring about a satisfying conclusion to the "story". 

It wasn't that Calie did not get asked out. Friends mentioned boys they wanted to set her up with and sometimes a guy would ask her out. She always declined. She just knew she was not ready to invest the emotional time it took to have a boyfriend at this point in her life. 

One of Calie's friends, Heather a junior, regularly contributed juicy date stories that fueled Calie's self help fantasy sessions. Heather seemed to have a lot of fun with many different guys. Calie decided to text Heather and asked if they could get together and have a drink, just the two of them sometime during the week. Heather texted back, and Tuesday at Joe-Joes at 3:00 was agreed upon.

During their get together Calie unloaded on Heather the reasons for Calie shying away from the date scene. Calie told Heather she was envious of her ability to have an active date life, and somehow avoiding the emotional roller coaster that normally accompanies dating guys. 

Heather in turn asked Calie some questions: 

Was she a virgin? No, she had lost it to her high school boyfriend. 

Was she interested in just going out with guys and was she interested having a sex life as well?  Well, of course she enjoyed going out with a guy on a date, and while the thought of having some sex was great in theory, issues such as catching an unwanted disease were show stoppers for her. 

Heather took a deep breath and paused for a few moments. Then she lowered her voice and said, "What I am about to tell you needs to stay between you and me. You need to promise to me that you will not repeat what I am about to tell you to anyone. Not anyone." Calie was not sure what to make of Heather's statement, but agreed.

Heather spoke to Calie for the next few minutes without interruption. "There is an off campus club that I belong to. It is sort of like a dating club, but different. The club has about 80 members, half girls and half boys. We meet at Virginia Smith's house which is about 2 blocks from campus. The house is quite large and can accommodate a large group of people. Virginia is an older retired lady that enjoys being near younger people and providing this safe outlet for them. I think Virginia said the club has been going on for 9 years. 

Most weekends there is a short meeting, some social time and an opportunity to set up dates. I indicate what night I am available for a date by placing a marker with my name on that day of the week on the dating board. You can sign up for a maximum of two dates or as few as 0 if you are too busy that week. After 5:00 PM the guys can go over to the dating board and select the markers of 1 or 2 girls they would like to date that week.

At this point Calie interrupted with a few questions.

"How does this solve the emotional ups and downs of dating?" 

"The rule is you can't date the same guy more than once every 2 months so there is no commitment or expectation of a next date."

"What if you want to date someone more regularly?"

"Then you have to leave the club."

"In a lot of the 'girl talks' we've had with our friends it sounded like you are doing more than just going out on a dinner dates, was that just made up? " 

"No."

"Well then I guess I don't understand. How does that work?" 

"After you and your date go out and have a dinner, a dance or a movie you go back to his place or yours and have sex."

"You what!?" Calie exclaimed. 

"Let me spell it out for you. S E X. You hold hands back to your place, you kiss, cuddle, fondle, take your clothes off, and then make love to each other until you've had enough." 

Calie took a few moments to compose herself and close her jaw, which had just about hit the floor in disbelief.

"You mean you are having sex on the first date?"

"Yes." Heather replied, matter-of-factly.

"What about STDs?" 

"Everyone who is admitted to the club is required to pass an STD test before they join. They take another test every 3 months as long as they are members. Because of this, the boys do not wear condoms, which they love, and girls must be on the pill. The existing members are responsible for recruiting new members and they vote on who gets admitted. The club members are just your average college kids looking for the same thing you are. If there is a complaint against a member, then Virginia talks to them about it. If there are any more complaints they are not invited to come back. If you have sex outside of the club, your membership is suspended until you are tested again."

"What if I don't want to have sex after a date?" 

"Calie, you can always say no, but you had better have a good reason. If it happens more than once, they would probably drop you from the club. If you don't enjoy having sex with boys then this club isn't for you. " 

Heather continued, "Calie, this is why I think the club would be great for you. During the date you are not sitting there wondering, 'does he like me?' 'Do I need to make the first move'? 'Do I want to date him again?' You know with certainty that if you have a date on Thursday, you are going to have dinner followed by sex with a nice boy. Leading up to the date night, the anticipation is half the fun. I am imagining being with him and what that he will be like. During the date I am sitting across from him, I am trying to anticipate what kind of lover he will be. For me, I know by the time we get back to my place or his I am so horny and ready to make love with him I can hardly stand it. Sure some guys are better dates than others. If I don't have a great time with a guy so what! When the night is over it's over. " 

"Calie, I know I have hit you with a lot of information. Why don't you think it over? If you think you are at all interested, why don't you stop by the student health center and get tested. Our next meeting is this Sunday. If you decide you want to pursue this, we can go to the meeting together." 

Needless to say, this is not what Calie thought she would find out about during her meeting with Heather. She was still in a little bit of shock. As she walked back to her dorm room, she wondered who the other members might be. Maybe she already knew some of the boys that belonged to the club. Would it really be safe? Would people think she was a slut? Was she "club" material?

While not a virgin, Calie's score card was not exactly overflowing. She had gone "all the way" with one boy friend in high school and they had done "it" maybe a dozen times together. Making love together had been great fun. There were two other boys she had dated seriously enough that some articles of clothing had gotten removed. Calie had done enough to know she did like "playing" with boys. 

Calie still remembered the first time she saw a boy naked. Her older sister had come home late at night with her boyfriend, Cameron. She heard them talking on the swimming pool patio just outside her bedroom window. She peaked out her window and saw the two of them taking their clothes off! Were they going swimming this late at night? While there was not much light, Calie could still plainly see what was happening. Her sister had taken all her clothes off and jumped naked into the pool. Cameron was still undressing and Calie's eyes were riveted on him. Soon Cameron's briefs came off, revealing his penis that hung down from a small bush of pubic hair. A few seconds later the view was gone as he dove into the pool too. 

Calie could see them making out in the pool. After a short while her sister climbed out of the pool followed by Cameron. As the water drained off of him, Calie could see Cameron's penis was now pointing nearly straight up. It also seemed much longer and thicker. She could also see his balls much better, as there was no longer a limp penis hanging over them. Calie sat transfixed as she watched her naked sister come up behind Cameron, press her body against his back, and then reached around with her hands hugging him against her. Her sister was whispering something in his ear, and then lowered a hand and grabbed hold of his stiff cock. The expression on Cameron's face was like someone savoring their last bite of a chocolate bar. Calie's sister worked a hand up and down the length of Cameron's shaft while the other caressed his teenage abs. Calie could feel herself getting wet and tingly as she watch her sister's hand move up and over the top of Cameron's rigid cock and then slide back down to do it all over again. Soon Cameron's hips begin to thrust and her sister started to work him faster and faster. With a final thrust into his girlfriend's hand, Cameron's penis shot forth a long rope of cum that landed 3 feet away in the pool. 2 More ropes of cum followed. That unintended lesson from her sister and Cameron proved to be prime fantasy material over the next year until Calie had her own opportunity to put some of what she had learned into action. 

One thing Calie did know for certain, this talk about the "Sex Club" had her feeling horny and her panties felt like they were soaked. After getting back to her room Calie took off her clothes. She then looked at herself in the full length mirror. She admired herself and thought, "Yah, I'll bet some of those boys in the club would like this view". 

Calie started the shower, got in, and played back in her mind what Heather had told her. Calie reached down between legs with her fingers. In less than a minute her legs were practically giving way as her small body began to spasm in response.

Calie had been on the pill since her senior year in high school. On Monday she went over to get tested at the health center, as it was a good idea, regardless of whether she decided to join the club.  

On Friday, Calie decided to tell Heather that she was interested and was wanted to give the club a try. Heather told Calie she would come by and pick her up at 2:45 and they could walk over together. "Oh, and by the way, wear something nice but not slutty." Heather suggested. 

By the time Heather arrived on Saturday, Calie was bursting with anticipation about the meeting. They walked for about 15 minutes to the off campus house where the club met. It was a large, older house that looked to be very elegant. Calie thought it would have made a picture perfect sorority house. 

Virginia, the club sponsor was at the front door to greet Heather and Calie. She complimented Calie on her outfit and told Calie she was glad to see her and hoped she would feel welcomed. Calie then passed Virginia a copy of her health center test results as Heather had instructed her to. 

Together they went into the main living room where soft drinks and snacks were laid out. It appeared that about 25 people had arrived before them. Calie was nervous, took a deep breath, and looked around the room to see if she saw any familiar faces. She recognized a few, but not anyone she really knew well. The girls she saw were pretty, and most of them were taller than her, but none looked like glamour models, which was a relief. The boys ran the gamut too. There were a few who might be 6' 3" and others as short as 5' 8". Some were slimmer some weren't. Like Heather had said, 'these were your typical college guys you saw everyday in the cafeteria or in class. '

Many of the club members came up and greeted Heather, who in turn introduced them to Calie. Calie asked Heather, "Have you dated all these guys"? 

"Heavens no", said Heather. "Some of these guys are fairly new to the club and others have left to pursue serious relationships or graduated from the university. Some weeks I have been busy and didn't date. I have probably dated about half of these boys." "Sorry, I don't keep a ledger of their most important measurements, you'll have to discovery those for yourself," Heather said with a smile and a wink. 

Heather excused herself for a minute to talk to Virginia, the club sponsor. "Well, what do you think about Calie?" asked Heather. 

"She seems like a nice girl and I think she would be a great addition to the club. Given her figure and smile, I am sure she will be a shoe-in with the boys," Virginia responded. 

Heather just laughed, "That's what I thought too".

One of the newer club members, a college sophomore named Matt, had been studying Calie from across the room. He recognized her from one of his freshman classes. Calie had a nice body. She was around 5' 2" with a petite frame. Her breasts looked enticing in the top she was wearing but were on the small side, maybe a size "B", he thought. She was trim with narrow hips, but not skinny. Her hair was a dirty blond that was shoulder length. She had blue eyes and had wide infectious smile. Her face had a fresh and wholesome school girl appearance about it. She wore no makeup, she didn't need any.

After Heather left, Matt came over and introduced himself to Calie. "Hi, I'm Matt. You were in my English 101 class last year". 

Matt only looked slightly familiar to Calie. "Could be," she said and smiled at him, "I guess I've seen you before". 

Matt said, "It was a very big class but I would remember you anywhere." 

Calie blushed at the compliment. She looked Matt over. Cute boyish face with nicely defined features, short brown hair, green eyes, big smile, about 5'10" she guessed. He had a slim physique, and when he walked away, a nice tush. Calie felt a small tingle between her legs as she imagined, one night soon, she might see parts of Matt that were currently not on display. 

By now about 60 people had arrived and the club meeting was called to order. Virginia welcomed everyone. She mentioned the names of a few people that had recently left the club. Then Heather came forward, and introduced Calie to the group. She indicated that she had been friends with Calie since last year and she thought she would make a great addition to the club. Calie could feel every eye in the room on her, and she knew the boys were sizing her up. Next a new guy, Chris, was also introduced to the group, and it was Calie's turn to stare. This guy looked to be about 6 foot tall, with black hair and a nice build. He'd get my vote she thought. 

Virginia asked Calie and Chris to leave the room. Heather had explained to Calie earlier, that after she was introduced to the club, the boys would "vote" whether to include her in the club. Every boy present at the meeting was required to enter "yes" or "no" on a piece of paper and drop it into a box. If, and only if, every boy voted "yes" would she be asked to join the club. While Calie was nervous about this, Heather reassured her that it was very unlikely that any boy would not vote in her favor. 

Heather was right. Both she and the new boy Chris received unanimous votes of approval; Chris from the girls and Calie from the guys. A number of the gals came up and congratulated Calie and told her what a great time she was going to have being a member of the club. 

Heather escorted Calie into another room where there was a large board up on the wall with columns for the days of the week. Heather explained to Calie that this was the "date" board she had told her about. 

"You fill out one or two of these forms on the table with your name, the day of the week, time, your date type preference (i.e. diner, dance, show, movie etc..) and then where you want to go afterwards (your place or his)."

"Next you place your cards on the board under the day of the week you have chosen. After the girls are done, the boys are permitted to enter the room and select one or two date cards off the board. Next the boys hand the cards to Virginia. If she approves the match, she hands the card back to the boy with her initials on it. If she does not approve, the boy has to put the card back and get another one."

Calie asked Heather, "Why would the Virginia not approve a date card?" 

"It doesn't happen often. Virginia tries to make sure that you don't get paired up with someone that she feels isn't a good match or it might be a boy you told her you don't care to date again. You will know who you are paired up with by tonight. The boy who selects your card will email you, and the two of you can work out a time and where to meet. It is very rare that all of the date cards on the board are not spoken for."

Calie's schedule was busy until Thursday so she filled in a card for Thursday. She only filled in one card, since she still wasn't fully sure what she was getting herself into. She placed it on the board. On her date card she indicated that she would like dinner, and marked 'her' place for afterwards, as she just felt more comfortable being at her dorm room.

As Calie and Heather walked back to campus, Heather asked Calie what she thought about the experience so far. Calie said, "Okay, but ask me after Thursday". 

Calie checked her email at least 5 times that evening before the one she was waiting for finally arrived in her inbox at around 6:30 PM. While she had been introduced to most of people at the club, Calie realized that she probably wouldn't be able to put a face to the name of her Thursday date. 

The email read: 

Hey Calie,

it was great to meet you this afternoon. Heather is a great gal and if she invited you into the club, I know you must be someone special. I am looking forward to getting to know you better on Thursday. How does 6:00 PM at Antony's Italian Restaurant sound? 

Matt S.

PS – I had to battle 6 other guys to get to your date card first. 

Calie laughed, she liked this boy already. She emailed back that his time and restaurant suggestions sounded great. Though it was five days off Calie could feel that familiar tingle and dampness between her legs. "It's been over a year since I've been with a guy, but in 5 days I am going to have a naked boy lying in this bed next to me!"