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The Club Ch. 03

By: woodcarverII



We all met outside the shower stall and I think that the whole bathing and sex scene had relaxed us tremendously. You and Sharon were arm in arm and when I approached you. You leaned into me and laughed as though there was no worry in the world. A quick kiss on my lips and you turned back to Sharon. The two of you all but charged up the hallway, chattering and laughing as you went.

Steve and I were a bit slower to follow, not that it bothered me any, I was seeing the sight of a lifetime. Two absolutely perfect asses in front of me, there for the picking. 

A quick turn and we were all at another set of doors. Pushing through them, You could feel a rise in the temperature. Another set of doors and we were at the sauna. Small gauges were mounted to the wall next to a door and Steve went to adjust the heat. “I’m turning it down a little. I think we will be hot enough, no need risking a stroke.” We all laughed at this and I noticed that the nervous laughter from earlier was missing.

Steve opened the door and held his arm out to you. With that evil glint back in your eye, you gladly joined him. Sharon scooted over to me and we walked through as well. The rush of hot air wasn’t severe, but still enough to make you gasp. It took a moment or two for us to all settle. I sat on one of the lower benches and Steve sat just above. You sat next to him and Sharon settled next to me. When she swung her legs over my lap, I glanced at you. There was only a look of pure joy. You leaned closed to me.

“You know what I want to see don’t you?” It was my turn to smile once again. There had been many smiles that accompanied all the first this night. I knew that we would be continuing our journey. I watched you a moment longer as you leaned back to Steve and dropped a hand to his cock. It was already swelling. I was all prepared to watch this when I felt Sharon’s hands on my chest, then her lips. As Steve started roaming his hands across your body, I did the same to Sharon. The talk grew quite, but not the breathing.

Sharon continued to kiss her way down till her lips met my cock. Never missing a beat, she slowly started engulfing my length. I was staring at you and Steven this whole time and watched as you stroked him slowly till his cock was as hard as mine. Unlike Sharon, you started at his legs and started biting and nibbling your way up. He encircled your hand in his and helped you stroke himself up and down. As your lips reached him, you reached out to me and took my hand in yours. Pulling slowly, you brought it closer until I was stroking his shaft in and out of your mouth. From time to time you would lick my hand to keep it wet and I could slide up and down easily. Steve slowly slid forward on his bench till he was sitting close to me then laid back. You moved as he did and slid down to sit next to Sharon and I.

Sharon’s mouth was almost magical and she had me to full hardness in moments. Her style was not as graceful as yours, but she was swallowing me whole. You pushed at her for second until you could crawl into my lap. Easing down onto me slowly, you swung back around and went back after Steve’s cock. Sharon decided that she needed Steve’s tongue and settled over his face then leaned over and started sharing his cock with you. I was getting a real bird’s eye view as the both of you were only inches from my face. I don’t know if it was you or Sharon, but someone’s hand wrapped around my head and pulled me closer.

You brought your face up and kissed me. Steve’s excitement was obvious from the shiny beads of precum on your lips. I could taste him as you slid your tongue into my mouth. The hand pressed a bit harder and you actually held his cock out to me. Taking a breath, I slid my lips around him and sucked his cock into my mouth. I could hear both you and Sharon moaning and you even picked up the pace in my lap. 

We all started taking turns on Steve’s cock. It was comical in a sense as we were almost sharing a ice cream cone of sorts. He was leaking a fair amount of cum and we would kiss each other to share it from time to time. When his cock started swelling, he pushed us all away and sat up.

Sharon was the first to start pushing you and I down. When I was laying all the way down on the bench, you leaned over me and lay on top of me. I was watching Steve close as he crawled behind you. When he looked at me and pointed at your ass, I nodded. Where Sharon got the lube is beyond me, but it did surprise you. Steve had squeezed a bit onto your ass and once again I could feel his fingers on my cock through the small bit of skin between your ass and pussy. You were breathing harder and harder and when he moved again, you actually moaned into my ear. I checked and sure enough, he was pushing his cock into your ass. This made you so tight and I wondered how much you were enjoying it.

Sharon scooted around and you and I suddenly had her pussy and ass in front of us. She sort of leaned back while kneeling over my face and we had full access to eating her out. I stabbed my tongue into her ass and I knew that you were tasting her pussy again. She mewed like a kitten and I heard your moans as well. I don’t know how you could concentrate enough to actually lick her as well as you did, but from time to time you would lean over to me and let me lick her taste from your lips.

I could feel Steve’s cock sliding in and out of you and after all the sex that we had already had, neither he nor I were in much of a hurry. We were just enjoying being inside of you. I was wondering about Sharon though. She wasn’t getting much in the way of sex other than a thorough licking. She was wet though and I would scoop some of her juices up from time to time to smear them around her little pucker before jamming my tongue back inside her.

The room was all but quiet. We we’re breathing a bit harder, but the loudest noise was the small mewling noises that Sharon was making. You would moan from time to time, yet it was a contented little moan, as though everything was right in our little sex-filled world. I guess I could compare it to floating in a very warm and comfortable pool while small currents of electricity raced through your body to somehow stimulate you without exciting you.

I could feel Sharon trembling between you and I. Her body would tense up slightly, then she would shiver from end to end. Her arms had to be tired by now and when I ran a hand down her back, I found her covered in sweat.

“Babe?” I asked you. “I think Sharon needs a bit more than just our tongues.” I pulled myself out of you and helped you slide to the side. Steve was still buried balls deep inside your ass and moved with you. I grabbed Sharon and she got the idea very quickly. She climbed onto my cock and eased my length into her with a happy little sigh. 

I think that we all were jockeying for position for a moment or two. None of us were willing to be apart for long. You slid up behind Sharon and started almost climbing onto her back. This was a bit too much and with a reluctant groan, you pulled away from Steve and crawled up till you could straddle my face. This meant that Sharon and you were face to face, tit to tit as it were. I couldn’t see hardly anything. You lowered down and I was once again amazed that your pussy could be so wet.

I’ll be back in a shake”, Steve announced. It hit me then that he was the odd man out and I wonder for only a moment what he was up to before burying my mouth back inside your drenched pussy. Steve was definitely right about one thing; Sharon was tight. My cock felt like it was totally enclosed in velvet, except this velvet was wet and hot. I had a new respect for both of them. I got lost quickly. This was another dream come true for me. I had a gorgeous woman sitting on my face that was kissing and fondling another gorgeous woman that was sitting on my cock. All I had to do was keep from cumming and eat pussy.

My reverie was slightly broken when I felt hands on the insides of my knees. Steve was back and I knew that this was going to go one of two ways. He lifted my legs up and too my surprise and delight, I felt his breath on my balls right before I felt his mouth. Talk about the urge to cum. I tried my best to loose myself in the art of licking you till you came, but then his fingers touched my asshole. Not in a overbearing way, but to certainly let me know that he was there and where we were going. I think that Sharon sensed some trepidation because the pussy of hers became that much tighter and she started twisting a little.

“I have to see this.” You moaned as you crawled off of me. When I tried to look, Sharon laid down on my chest and almost pinning me so I could see past her. She covered my mouth with hers and slid her tongue into my mouth. The timing was perfect because at the same time Steve pushed a finger deep into my ass and I moaned into her mouth. When I felt your hands on my ass and balls, I arched up to meet them. This only caused the finger to slide deeper. He used the opportunity to wiggle it around and I moaned in approval.

Sharon was in no hurry at all, but the gyrations were incredible. She would rise up almost high enough to loose my cock, twist slightly, then ease back down even slower. Again that admiration for Steve. The thought of having her teach you this crossed my mind and I was glad that I didn’t say anything. Someone’s mouth was back on my balls and I recognized it as yours. You have this magical way of sucking one into mouth while your tongue swirls around it. I never have figured out how you could do this.

“You okay buddy?” Steve asked me as he was sliding that long assed finger in and out as slow as Sharon was sliding on top of me. Her mouth was still covering mine and all I could really do was push my ass towards him. He slid another finger into me and I could tell his fingers were dripping with lube. This finger went as deep as the first. I pushed Sharon up for a second.

“Steve, if you want to, go ahead. Just go slow.” I told him. He took the hint and continued his assault ever so gently and slowly.

“He’s had his ass used before by me.” You almost cheered. I think you were as turned on by this as I was. We had talked about a real man getting my ass instead of you using a strapon and it looked like it was about to happen at last. Steve added a third finger and I’m guessing that you were impatient because I felt your slim little finger slide in too.

Sharon leaned back over me and instead of kissing me; she started whispering into my mouth. “Just think, in a moment, there is going to be real live cock in that ass of yours. You’re going to love aren’t you? He’s going to slide into you so slow and so easy…” I had to clamp my mouth to hers so I wouldn’t cum from excitement.

Once again my legs were lifted into the air and I could feel Steve sliding his fingers out of my ass only to be replaced by yours. You slid three fingers easily and started pumping them in and out a bit faster than Steve had. A fourth finger followed.

“She’s sucking his cock, getting it ready for that asshole.” Sharon whispered. “He’s fucking her mouth to the same rhythm she’s fingering your ass.” Sharon was still managing to slide up and down my length while she was talking to me. She brought a hand to my mouth and pushed her fingers between my lips, sliding three in and out. “Yeah baby, just like that. She’s sucking him just like that.” I couldn’t resist the temptation and started sucking her fingers like I would a cock. It was enough to distract me and I felt my ass relax totally.

“Watch this.” You crooned. I knew what you were going to do only moments before you started wiggling your thumb in beside your fingers. I had to almost will myself to totally surrender and then your hand started sliding inside me.

Sharon looked around to catch the sight of your hand disappearing and it broke her concentration. She sat up and turned her upper body to watch. You didn’t try to go any deeper, but your fingers started spreading slowly, stretching me open. I heard Steve moan a little. Was he jealous, or just envious?

“Your turn.” You laughed and you started sliding your hand free. Steve stepped up and pulled at my thighs until I could feel his shoulders under my knees. I felt his cock at my ass. I started to clinch at the last minute and felt him pushing the head of his cock inside.

You jumped up and reclaimed you spot on my face, but this time you pushed your ass against my mouth. “We’re going to have a anal finale.” You declared with a laugh. It changed into a moan as I stabbed my tongue up into the little pucker.

I felt Sharon shifting some and then she was impaling her own ass onto my cock just as Steve started sliding into me deeper. I couldn’t even moan, it felt so good. It was so different than having a rubber dildo. Softer yet firmer. There was almost too much sensation. I was getting stuffed with cock while Sharon’s ass engulfed my own in a vise. Your ass cheeks buried my face and I could feel your hand as you started drumming fingers against your clit. I didn’t know who’s fingers they were, but Sharon’s clit was getting stroked too.

I felt Steve’s cock slide deeper and deeper. I swear I could almost feel the veins on his length; it was so tight. Soon there was the feel of his balls against my ass. He was all the way in. He started pulling out almost as soon as he reached bottom.

We all found a tempo this time that was filled with a sense of urgency beyond anything else we had experienced. I knew that I wasn’t going to last long at all, but damn I wanted that cock to pound me harder. I knew then the frustration that surely you must have felt from time to time. I started thrusting back harder to encourage him to go faster. He didn’t need much. 

He grabbed my legs and started pounding into me more and more. I was so lost in everything that I didn’t know who was doing what and I didn’t care. We had become a huge fuck machine and I was at the bottom of the food chain. Sharon started moaning first and I could only guess that the two of you were working each other over from the waist up.

I started moaning up into you, my efforts there almost forgotten. All I could feel was the largest orgasm building inside me and it was consuming me. I felt my balls swell and then my cock. I was so wrapped up in it; I didn’t feel anyone else. I was all cock and cum.

With a roar, I started shooting my cum up into Sharon’s ass. I felt the cock in my ass then. I had clinched down hard as I was coming and all it served to do was intensify the eruption from my balls a hundred times over. I almost threw both Sharon and you from on top of me; I was arching so high.

I screamed again and to this day I swear I blacked out. 

I woke to find you and Sharon both laying on the bench next to me, rubbing my chest and each other. Steve was leaning over Sharon, brushing the hair from her face and kissing her softly.

“Good thing this club is open only one weekend a month. Cumming like this any more often would kill all the members.” I moaned. Laugher rolled across the sauna.

The Club Ch. 03



The Club (Part 3) David 

“You know, I’ve always liked that Stevie Nicks song,” Annie said, trying to convince me to join her in sponsoring David at the club.

“What song?”

“Edge of Seventeen, you know, “Just like a white winged dove,” she replied.

“Oh yeah, on “Bella Donna” right?”

“And a few others.”

“David’s only seventeen?” I asked, “I thought the club…”

“Calm down, he just turned nineteen, but it’s close enough.”

“That’s two years.”

“I know, but can’t you just let me play with the fantasy a bit. He was seventeen when he started giving tennis lessons,” she said, with a bit of attitude.

“And how did you get set up with him?”

“Charlotte told me about him, but only after hogging him for a year and a half.”

“So he was almost nineteen when you met him.”

“Yes, well beyond jailbait by then. But of course, he was only a bit of a plaything, I had my eyes on you,” she said with a sly smile.

“You had your eyes on me, even back then?”

“Oh yes, I knew he could teach me a backhand, but you were my game, set and match.”

“So you’ve never done anything with him?”

Annie shook her head, “No.”

“What makes you think he would like to join the club?”

“Well, none of the ladies have done anything with him, not officially anyway.”

“Not officially?”

“Look, he shows me a forehand; standing behind me he guides my arm. I simply lean back a bit, wiggle my ass and in no time I can feel him hard. I just wiggle my ass some more.”

“Lecherous!”

“Oh yes, delightfully so.”

“So we’re taking him to the club tonight?”

“He’s meeting us there, kind of a special thing, a celebration of my thirtieth lesson.”

“Does he have any idea?”

“I told him about the club.”

“You had told me about it, but I had no idea, not until...”

“Oh Dan, but you loved it.”

“I loved you.”

“You telling me you didn’t love the club?” she said.

“”Well... Okay, the club was nice too, but only because you were there in all that action.”

She smiled and leaned over, kissing me on the cheek, “That’s sweet.”

“It’s true,” I replied, pulling the car into the parking lot. “Where will David meet us?”

She smiled, “I told him about an initiation and gave him some specific instructions. I had the club save a room for us, he should be there now.”

“They let him in?”

“The paperwork was already complete, and if he followed instructions he should be in the room, naked, waiting for the initiation.”

“And what is this initiation?”

“Just you and me baby, a little three way.”

“Has he ever...”

“Well, if they are telling the truth, none of my friends have touched him... well, nothing more than what I did. Who knows what he has done with any girlfriends?”

“So what do we do?”

“Just get undressed and follow my lead.”

I had followed her lead so far, so I removed my clothes and waited for her. She was naked except for an odd bra like thing that left her breasts completely exposed and some crotch less panties.

“Oh my, you really do want to get him going.”

“This is for you, and I see it is working,” she replied, nodding at my cock as it rose to attention. “Follow me,” she said, walking through a door marked private.

Once inside, I could see David sitting in a chair. I could tell by looking at him he was very unsure of himself. Naked, but with an erect cock, he simply sat, looking at Annie. She walked over, kneeled in front of him and gently spread his knees. David seemed to jump as she touched him, and as she caressed his thighs, I could see his cock begin to twitch. He was moaning before she even touched his rod.

Annie continued to lightly stroke his thighs, and then leaned forward and ran a tongue along the length of his shaft. I could tell that, just from that light touch, he was about to come. Annie sensed it too, quickly grabbing him with her right hand and taking him into her mouth. She had just begun moving her head up and down, when he moaned loudly and thrust his hips upward, pressing deep into her mouth.

I watched her try to swallow it all, but some of his come leaked out around him, running down his penis and over her hand. He fell back into the chair moaning, “Oh my, oh my.”

Annie looked at me and said, “So soon, now what are we going to do the rest of the time here?” As she walked seductively towards me, I felt my penis rising. I slid back onto the bed and watched her crawl over to me. She grabbed me and began stroking. On her hands and knees, she took me in her mouth and began to suck. While moving her hand up and down on my shaft, she began twisting her head from side to side in perfect unison.

The sensation was incredible as she moved her hands and mouth perfectly on me. The wet, suction she maintained combined with the electric sensation as she slid her teeth over my glans was driving me crazy. So crazy! I didn’t immediately notice that David had walked over to the bed and was now kneeling behind her. She stopped her sucking a moment and wiggled her ass for him. 

In an almost growl she said, “Come on, I know you’ve wanted me like this.” She closed her eyes a moment as he slid his penis into her cunt from behind. Once he began his motion, she continued on me.

Seeing him thrusting into her and the jolt that shivered through her body as he shoved himself to the hilt excited me incredibly. Our rhythms merged as I moved my hips up and down, my cock slipping in and out of her mouth. I could hear David slapping against Annie’s ass with each thrust, the sound inspired me. In no time I was splashing my come into her mouth. She swallowed the sticky liquid carefully and then let my penis fall out of her mouth. Her hand then left my shaft and reached between her legs to caress her clit. I lay on my back watching her work herself to orgasm as David pounded her from behind.

She began whispering, “Fuck me, please fuck me,” but soon was shouting it loudly. She massaged her clitoris, while she pressed herself back to meet David’s penis. From beneath her, I could see his balls slapping against her with each thrust. She moaned once more and cried out, “Oh I’m coming... Ah, yes.”

With that, David pressed deep inside her, “Damn, me too,” he growled through gritted teeth. The two of them then stopped their motion, pressed tightly together. After a few moments, they leaned over on their sides together, each trying to catch their breath.

After the breathing calmed a bit, I sat up and looked at David. “Welcome to the club.”

He got an odd look on his face and asked, “Is it always like this here?”

Annie smiled, “Oh you have no idea. I think your students may want to teach you a thing or two.”

“Students?” he asked.

She pointed to the back wall, where a face peeked from behind a curtain. I noticed David immediately blush, “Dan, I’d like you to meet Charlotte.”

Charlotte stepped from behind the curtain to expose a body that, though slightly overweight seemed very well preserved for her fifty-two years. She walked over and took David by the hand, saying, “Come with me, I think I’d like to work a bit on your backhand.”

David looked helplessly at me and then followed her out of the room.

I noticed Annie looking down at my cock, now hard again. “You liked Charlotte I see.”

“She’s fifty two?”

“Hard to believe, but yes, fifty two.”

“I wonder what she is like in action,” I replied.

“Ah, who’s the lecherous one now?”

(continued on part 4) 



The Club Ch. 03



Matt

After taking the full tour, I filled out the paperwork and paid my first membership fee. It was more than my mortgage payment, but it was going to be worth it! It was all I could do not to rush right back in after I'd signed. Instead, I shook hands with Sir Hillary, and left in a dignified manner. I thought about the quickie room and full services provided the whole way home, and the second I arrived at my house I sat down and had a long hard wank. 

Two days later I was back, and after a perfunctory hello to the gentlemen I had met so far, I headed straight back to the quickie room. I loved being able to skip the preliminaries and just get myself off when I felt like it. I had always had a secret fantasy about women submitting to me, just bending over and taking it when I told them to. Of course, that's not really approved of in this day and age! I was more than happy to pay to be treated the way I wanted- that way it was a win-win. 

This time as I entered the room, there were two other men using it already. It was a big room, and the alcoves were angled so everybody had a bit of privacy, but I could still see what was going on. An older man I thought I recognized was making long slow thrusts into the cunt in the 'legs up' alcove, and a younger man was leaning over another one, using his weight to push in as deep as he could. 

I chose my niche- this one had the woman on her side, legs together, so that her bare slit was squeezed tight. My cock was already hard as I took it out and slid in, suppressing a moan as I did. The hole was smooth, wet and tight, just like the others. I slid in and out of it slowly at first, relishing the feeling, and the fact that I hadn't had to spend half an hour talking to the woman first. My cock was warmly enveloped, and I was going to enjoy every minute of it. I started pulling all the way out and then shoving in hard- my last girlfriend hadn't liked it, and I loved using this hole any way I felt like it. 

A loud slapping noise broke the silence in the room as the older man started hitting his cunt. He had stopped moving, and was slapping every surface he could, harder and harder, as the hole he was in contracted around him. I'd learned that a good slap always made the holes tighten. The man grunted loudly and gripped with both hands as he came in the hole, taking his time to make sure every drop of cum had left his balls. Then he pulled out, zipped up, and left. 

I started slapping mine too, impatient to shoot my load. The cunt squeezed even tighter, as I expected. I shoved a dry finger into the offered asshole, hard, and it squeezed even more, I added a second finger and curved them towards where I could feel my cock sliding in. I used my fingers to tease my cock into a long cum, spurt after spurt of jizz pumping out of it. 

As I pulled out and left the room (via a discrete hand wash sink), I saw the young man fucking his hole violently, using all of his strength to slam it in. I smiled, knowing how my next visit was going to go. 

I spent a full half hour in the sumptuous reading room before I felt the urge again. In truth, I spent most of that half hour thinking about how good it would feel to really slam into a woman, not worry at all if it was going to hurt her. I had a good look around the (now empty) room, and chose a bitch who was bent almost fully over, her holes positioned at just the right height. 

I took my cock out and stroked it until it was rock hard, then I held it up to the offered asshole and pushed it steadily in. The hole gripped me like a vise, and I had to really push to get in balls deep. It was so tight I was sure that fucking it would chafe my cock, so I held still and slapped the ass and cunt. The asshole convulsed around me fantastically, and I wondered how I'd ever lived without this club. I pulled out and let a big gob of spit land right in the open hole. Another thing my ex didn't allow, I thought to myself, as I spat a second time for good measure. 

I slid my cock back in, and this time I started fucking it right away. I fucked like I meant it, each thrust slamming my hips into her ass, and my sack hitting the bald slit below. I gradually picked up speed, both hands now gripping her hips hard as I pistoned in and out with all my strength. Any other girl would have made me stop by now, but this was a professional, and she took it like a champ- I didn't hear a sound. I felt powerful, and entitled, and incredibly horny as I took what I deserved. This asshole was here for my sole enjoyment, and I loved it. 

I looked around to check I was still alone, then started grunting louder and louder as I slammed in, feeling like a caveman mating his bitch. I was panting hard, using every muscle I had to fuck this hole, not letting up for a second. Finally, when I couldn't take it anymore, I bottomed out and came with a long, hoarse groan. My cock exploded, pumping sperm out so hard I imagined it spraying out the woman's mouth. Spray after spray jetted out of me as I held myself in, hard. The hole was so tight that not a drop escaped, it just sank deeper into her bowels. My cock twitched as the last pumps left me, and I reached down to squeeze every last drop out. 

I stayed in the hole until I caught my breath, then I pulled slowly out to inspect my handiwork. The asshole was bright pink and gaping wide open. If I looked in I could just see my white jizz piled inside it. The woman stayed obediently still while I inspected her. As an afterthought, I stuck a finger into her slit- it was sopping wet. I guess there really is a job out there for everybody, because this bitch had clearly loved being used as a fuckhole. I closed the curtain, washed my hands, and went back to my book.



The Club Ch. 03



As Deana walked through the open door of their suite on the upper floor of The Club she heard the unmistakable sounds of raucous sex. She soon identified the source of the sounds, coming from the master bedroom. Her husband had guests.

She had her pareo draped over a shoulder and was otherwise nude. It seemed that most people moved toward round the clock nudity as the weekend progressed. The building was kept cool but comfortable, and all the skin-to-skin contact helped elevate body temperatures anyway. Her hair was a bit disheveled, and dried cum splattered her tits. It was mid-afternoon on Saturday, and she was looking to refresh with a bath and a nap. But first she would see what her husband was up to.

Steve was on all fours in the middle of their bed. A gorgeous man, at least 6'2" with washboard abs and an ass that looked like it was chiseled from stone was pounding Steve's upturned butt. By contrast an older man with a considerable paunch was fucking Steve's face. A third man, Deana recognized the top of his head as Bud, was on his back sucking Steve's cock and furiously masturbating his own.

Deana walked over to the bed and kissed her husband on the cheek as he continued to suck on Walter, the older man. "My, aren't we the Greedy Gus," Deana said. "Taking all these cocks and not sharing at all with your wife. You ought to be punished for being so selfish." She slapped Steve's ass, hard.

"Mmmff!" was Steve's reply. Walter was close to cumming, and Steve wanted his seed badly.

Deana turned her attention to the younger stud taking her husband's willing rosebud. "You must be Roger," she said. "We haven't met yet, but I saw you in the pool earlier with your girlfriend. She's incredibly beautiful. I'm hoping to meet her too this weekend."

"I'd be happy to introduce you," replied Roger, reaching over to caress Deana's breast. "She'll really get into such a sexy thing as you, and I'd love to fuck you. Speaking of things I love to fuck, your husband has a really talented ass."

"Yes, he does," Deana agreed, climbing on the large bed and sucking on Roger's nipple. "Are you close to cumming? Are you going to pump Steve's ass full? Do you like the taste of cum?"

Deana released Roger's nubbin and grabbed Bud's cock. She swung her leg over Bud's body and lowered her pussy onto his throbbing member. Bud moaned around Steve's cock as he felt the velvet sheath envelope his manhood. When he felt the vagina begin to milk his cock he knew he wouldn't last long. Both Walter and Roger reached out to claim one of Deana's tits in their hands.

"I love cum, and yes, I'm about to put a load in your slut husband's butt," said Roger.

"Good, you can put yours in Steve, and Bud can put his in me, then you can eat it back out of me," said Deana, leaning back to savor the feeling of the men's hands on her breasts and the cock in her pussy.

She increased her milking of Bud's cock as Roger began to slap-fuck Steve's ass and grunt. Walter was the first of the group of men to lose control, groaning loudly and holding Steve's head still as he pumped his semen past Steve's lips. Steve was next, moaning around Walt's cock as Bud sucked hard and played with his balls.

Roger and Bud came almost at the same time. "Oh fuck this feels good!" Roger yelled as his cock convulsed in the warm, wet, and silky tunnel of Steve's butt. Bud moaned loudly, still milking cum out of Steve's deflating rod, and bucked up into the tunnel of Deana's warm, wet, and silky cunt. 

The fivesome remained connected for several more moments, pulling the last drops of cum from each other. Steve sucked Walter's cock and simultaneously flexed his sphincter around Roger's. Bud licked and cleaned Steve's cock thoroughly. And Deana did Kegel exercises to draw out the last drops of semen from Bud's dick.

As his cock softened and dropped from Steve's lips, Walter bent down and sought a snowball, kissing Steve fiercely. "You really are a Greedy Gus. You swallowed it all!" Walter accused. Steve just smiled up at his lover and licked his lips.

"Mmmph!" grunted Bud, holding Steve's cum in his mouth and waving his hands. Walter twisted himself down beneath Steve quickly and sought his prize from a different source. 

As Roger withdrew from Steve's rear, he leaned in to join Steve and Deana, who were kissing passionately, in a post-coital threeway snog. Deana was still sitting on top of Bud, whose cock had yet to fully soften. The couple welcomed the younger man's tongue into the mix. Then Roger pushed her back off of Bud to lie down, and dove into her pussy to slurp out the gooey creampie mixture of man and woman. Bud rolled off the bed to join Walter as a spectator.

Deana was surprised at how long Roger's tongue was. He dipped deep into her vagina, arching his neck and lifting her thighs to get the best angle. She felt an orgasm building and cried out. This motivated Steve to dive down and suckle her breasts, sending her over the top.

"Oh, fuck," she cried out. "You bastards! You're making me cum! Eat my pussy with that tongue you sonofabitch!" 

She bucked hard against Roger's face as Steve tickled one nipple with his tongue and very lightly twisted the other. This was her favorite type of nipple play and Deana responded well to the stimulus. Steve tasted the cum of other men on his wife's tits, and relished it. She groaned and continued to spasm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she now yelled. "Oh God I'm such a slut! Look what you've done to your wife, Steve! You've turned her into a nasty slut. And I love it, do you hear? I love being a slut and getting fucked by all these men and women. Be careful what you wish for, you've opened Pandora's Box! Oh, shit this all feels so good!"

She bucked and writhed beneath the tongues of the two men. Steve was so elated and turned on by Deana's words that he was already rock hard again, just a few moments after cumming. A rare event, given his age, even for such an experienced swinger.

Finally Deana pushed Roger away from her pussy, and pulled her husband up from her breasts. She kissed Steve savagely, with a hunger he hadn't felt from her since the earliest days of their marriage. She threw her leg up over his hips, and pulled him close, feeling the rock hard cock between them. She looked deeply into Steve's eyes, and rolled to pull him on top of her. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she used her hand to guide his cock to her entrance, and pulled him in with her legs.

He fucked her with the same savage abandon that he felt in her kiss. He knew what she wanted. She wanted his sperm deep inside. There was something about his cumming inside her that gave her a feeling of fulfillment like nothing else. Steve desperately wanted to give her this gift, and he fucked her furiously.

Roger, Bud, and Walter were standing by the bed, idly pulling on their cocks and watching Steve and Deana fuck. To a man they were thinking about what a lucky SOB Steve was. Steve was rich as Croesus; had a wife like this; another woman to fuck whenever the mood hit; and totally able to live his life on his own terms. As they watched, they began reaching for each other's cocks. Roger, not knowing that Bud was still a little leery of making out with a man, pulled Bud into a deep tongue kiss. Bud surprised himself by letting go and enjoying himself, just as his two friends were doing on the bed in front of him.

Steve's balls were boiling hot. He and Deana were staring into each other's eyes, saying nothing but speaking volumes. She had an enigmatic smile on her face, and he had a look of intense concentration. She met every thrust with one of her own, and they moved in perfect synchronicity.

The feeling washed over Steve like a warm, soft rain. He suddenly slowed his thrusting, and Deana knew what was coming. The look of concentration on his face became one of complete joy. Steve's orgasm percolated up.

"Yes, Honey, give it to me," Deana said quietly. "I want you to cum in my cunt like all the other men have today. Take me. I'm yours. I may give my body to anyone who wants it, by my heart and soul are yours and yours alone!" 

And Steve's orgasm erupted. He called out Deana's name as his body stiffened and his hips slapped down against her ass. Once, twice, again, and yet again he convulsed and pumped his seed into her womb. And she cried out in joy and abandon, welcoming her husband's seed and experiencing, if not a full orgasm then a joy and feeling of well being that was somehow similar to but greater than cumming. 

They forced their pubic bones together and pressed them hard. Eyes meeting yet again, Steve bent and kissed his wife. Not savagely this time, but tenderly, and with all the love and joy he felt in his heart. She was a swinger now, just as he was, and their union was the greater for it.

The three men standing by the bed recognized what was happening. After all, they were all married too, and their wives were somewhere in this same building pursuing their own physical pleasures. They stood silently, hands still grasping each other's cocks, and smiled down at their friends.

After a long moment of kissing and cuddling, Steve rolled off Deana and grinned up at his fuck buddies. "Thanks guys," he said. "And Bud, I'm particularly happy you were here for this. I hope you'll let me repay the favor with Terri."

"Oh, don't worry about Terri," Deana interjected. "I already paid for both of us in advance with her. I'm learning to be insatiable, but that woman truly is!"

Deana recounted quickly how, after lunch, Terri had grabbed her and pulled her into a room. There a group of four other women and several men engaged in a frenzied orgy, in which Deana had been "spit roasted" twice. Fucked first by two men in her mouth and pussy, and then by a man in her mouth and Terri's strapon in her ass. This was why she was covered in cum and girl juice when she walked into their suite just now, and why she was interested in a rinse and a nap. 

"But it doesn't really count if she fucks your ass. It only counts if I do it!" Bud said with a wink. He leaned in to kiss Deana both hello and thank you for the unexpected fuck and cum, and headed off to find his bride. Roger went into the bathroom to rinse and freshen, and Walter joined him.

Steve and Deana kissed, caressed, and rubbed each other's neck and shoulders, smiling and murmuring to each other.

"That was a pleasant surprise, to have you join in our little scrum," Steve said to his partner.

"Seeing you in the middle like that, and seeing Bud's cock standing up and throbbing was just irresistible," Deana replied. "I was coming back for a little nap and you were just so sexy that I wanted to join in."

"Good for you, and good for me!" Steve said. "So you really are enjoying yourself so far?"

"God yes!" Deana said with real enthusiasm. "That was my fourth different cock today, fifth counting the nice way you woke me up this morning. Julie told me that if I think I'm insatiable, then I can be insatiable, and I'm thinking that was perfect advice for this weekend. I've never had so many people be so nice to me. It seems like everyone not only wants to fuck me, but also get to know me. It's great being the girlfriend of the King of the Campus!"

Steve chuckled and kissed his wife again. "How could you not be popular? You don't have to be my girlfriend for that. You're gorgeous, sexy, and a slut. A triple threat!"

"Speak for yourself," Deana replied, slapping Steve's shoulder playfully. "Who had a cock in either end and a mouth sucking him off when I came in? How much cum have you swallowed and taken up your butt today? If I didn't know better, I'd think you were a gay whore."

"But I am!" laughed Steve. "I just chase pussy to keep up appearances. I'm thinking of divorcing you and farming myself out as a cumslut in San Francisco." Steve said this with a big grin, reaching down to cup Deana's mons and dip his finger into her vagina. He brought the digit, covered in a mixture of various men's semen up and smeared it on Deana's lips like gloss, then kissed his wife hungrily again. Deana felt Steve's cock twitch against her thigh and marveled at how her husband could be getting hard yet again so soon after orgasm.

"Talk about insatiable!" Deana said, reaching down and grasping Steve's spongy cockhead. "If you divorce me I'll take you to the cleaners!" she added with a laugh. "How many times have you cum today?"

"Actually a surprising three," Steve answered. "Once with you this morning, and then just now with Bud and again with you. I'm not as young as I was, and I have to pace myself. I may be able to get hard, but I'll be lucky to have one or two more orgasms today, and I may hold back from those. I want to be able to put the first load into you again tomorrow morning, after all. You're my blushing bride, and I need to keep up my husbandly duties if I'm not going to run off to San Francisco." 

He leaned in and kissed Deana soulfully for a long moment, their tongues dancing together, hugging each other fiercely. Their relationship had always included a healthy dose of good-humored banter, and now that they were sharing the swinging lifestyle fully that banter followed naturally. They had an extremely healthy relationship built on communication, trust, and a deep and abiding love. And they each worked hard to keep that relationship vital and growing. 

Walter and Roger came out of the bathroom, kissed Deana and Steve, and went their separate ways. Steve and Deana kissed and cuddled a while longer, filling each other in on their sexual encounters of the day so far. Deana had joined Jack and Diane for a morning run, and they had a brief threesome in one of the cabanas along the trail. Deana encouraged Steve to give them a try. Following a shower Deana joined Julie at the pool, and they had made love on a chaise lounge.

She had rejoined Steve during the Membership Meeting in which she, Jack and Diane, and a few other people were confirmed as full Members. After lunch, Terri had grabbed Deana's hand and taken her up to her room for the orgy Deana had described. 

"And now I'm going to get into a nice hot shower and then lock the door for an hour. You and Julie may be able to go 24/7 at these things, but I'm just a newbie!" With that Deana rose from the bed and headed toward the en suite.

Steve decided to join her and instead of a shower drew a bath for them to share, including some soothing essential oils to help them relax. As they cuddled and bathed in the warm, soapy water he filled her in on his own day so far. It had been much more pedestrian than Deana's. As a member of the Board he had duties prior to the Membership meeting, and the only sex he had was their wakeup fuck this morning and what Deana had witnessed and participated in this afternoon. 

Julie came in and joined her lovers in their bath. "Jesus that Diane is TRULY a slut!" Julie said, stepping into the large spa tub. "She's down in the playroom pulling a train in her pussy, butt and mouth. I saw her take on two groups of three while I was playing with John and Elspeth up in the balcony, and Jack had at least 15 other guys lined up. He's playing her pimp and cuckold, encouraging guys to join in and fluffing them up to keep them ready for her."

"Fluffing? What's that?" asked Diane.

"It means he's sucking their cocks and jacking them off to get them up and keep them hard," answered Julie. "It's a term that comes from the porn industry. They keep girls, or guys if needed, ready to suck up a cock before they go into a shoot."

"And she's really taking on three guys at a time, over and over?" Diane said, looking thoughtful. "I can maybe see taking on three guys, but not getting gangbanged by 15 or more."

"I've pulled as many as 12 guys in my ass and mouth in one session," Steve chimed in matter-of-factly. Deana stared at her husband as if she had never met him.

"And I've pulled a 20 man train in my pussy, but never more that 8 in both my mouth and my pussy. And I've never pulled a 'three-hole' train. She's going to be a limp rag in an hour or two," Julie opined.

Deana looked incredulously at her two lovers. "Well I guess I'm showing my sheltered past again," she said. "I've never done even three guys at once. I took on two at a time earlier in Terri and Bud's room, but that's my personal best.

"That's right, you haven't had three cocks at once yet, have you?" asked Steve.

"No, but I'm intrigued. If I weren't so worn down I'd go out and watch Diane to see what the fuss is about. But this bath is so relaxing, and I think I want to just take a nap for a bit to catch my breath." With that Deana kissed Julie and Steve and rose up out of the water.

The three lovers dried each other, and sprinkled each other with powder. Then they all piled onto the oversized king bed, outside the covers. Deana grabbed a light blanket out of the closet and spread it over herself and Julie, but Steve demurred and settled in uncovered. In a surprisingly short time, all three were asleep, with Julie taking the middle position.

A couple of hours later, Steve woke to a hand on his cock. It only took a moment to deduce that the hand was Deana's. He was laying flat on his back, and she was reaching across Julie to caress and fondle her husband. He opened his eyes and looked to the side, seeing two smiling women watching him wake up.

"Hey, sleepyhead!" Julie greeted him. He noticed that she was idly brushing Deana's nipple as Deana stretched over her to reach for his dick. "We were wondering if you were going to just sleep the night away."

"Actually I was wondering if I should go get my strapon and fuck you awake," said Deana.

"My, what a luscious thought," Steve rejoined. "What stopped you?"

"Greed," Deana said matter-of-factly. "Why should you get all the cock?"

"By God I can't argue with that logic!" Steve laughed. "But what about food? I'm starving."

It was now late afternoon. There would not be a dinner as such this evening, to allow people maximum flexibility in their play. Instead the caterer set up a hot and cold smorgasbord near the bar, and a hamburger and hot dog grill station out by the pool. 

The three went back into the en suite to freshen up. A quick rinse of backsides was the first order of business, and then they inserted a butt plug into Deana to ensure she would be ready for anything. Julie and Steve were experienced enough with anal sex to forgo the preliminary stretching. Teeth were brushed and hair was fluffed, and then Julie pulled out a tiny bottle of pure essential rose oil, and dabbed a little strategically around Deana's body and her own. Then she did the same for Steve with sandalwood.

Steve remained nude, but put on sandals. He also strapped an inch and a half wide leather ball stretcher around his scrotum, and lightly oiled his cock. Deana wrapped her pareo around her hips, while Julie put on a tiny string bikini bottom. Both women believed that a tiny bit of mystery adds to the allure. They both also put on sandals, and the three lovers went downstairs.

After eating and socializing for a while, Julie decided to act upon their discussion in the bath. "Hey, Herb," she called out to the large black man across the room. How would you like to get your cock into Deana's little pussy?"

Deana looked at Julie in wonder. This was not the first time she had experienced Julie's penchant for playing the sexual impresaria, but it was still a relatively new thing, and not something that women did in her experience. She thought how much she still had to learn about the swinger world, and reminded herself to remain open minded.

"I'd love it!" Herb replied. "I've been wanting to tap that for a long time, and she should get a special personal welcome to The Club from all of us Founders." Herb was one of Steve's oldest friends and playmates. He was literally Steve's first investor in La Playa - and while he wasn't a classic black bull in the cock department (at "only" seven and a half inches, though his girth was considerable as well) he was well known as a consummate swinger. "What do I have to do to get some?" he asked.




The Club Ch. 03



"Just get that silly thong off (he was wearing a Tarzan singlet) and lay down on the divan," Julie instructed, grabbing a bottle of lube. She also grabbed Deana's hand and led her over to the low-slung round mini-bed. "Come on, Boss," she said to Steve, "you're going to be part of this too."

Never one to miss a chance at new pussy, Herb was nude and flat on his back before Julie, Deana and Steve reached the divan. His cock was beginning to grow already. Julie quickly dribbled some lube on it, and began to give Herb a handjob to get him hard. Then she turned the duties over to Deana.

"Hi, Herb," Deana said brightly, smiling at the big black man as she grasped his seven and a half inch cock. She had known Herb and Roxanne for several years, and had accompanied Steve to many business dinners with them. This was the first time she'd had a sexual encounter with either of them.

"Hiya, Baby," Herb said with a smile. "So you finally figured you can't beat the swinger out of Steve, so you might as well join him, eh?" 

"Something like that," Deana replied with a chuckle. "Though I didn't realize I was also getting Julie as my Madame. How much is she charging you for a shot at me?"

"Hey, first samples of Initiates are always free! You're doing this for the good of The Club," Herb said with a wink of his eye.

Deana grinned and leaned over to suck on Herb's cock. It had been expanding quickly during their exchange, and now she suddenly felt a desire to see it fully hard. She gave it several hard sucks in quick succession, and then sat back up to admire her handiwork, and continue the hand job. Steve dropped to his knees next to the divan, and began to suck on Herb's nipples to help his wife get her black stud hard. Herb's cock responded just as the husband and wife team hoped.

Meanwhile, Julie was searching the room, looking at and rejecting cock after cock. "Too wide, sorry. Too long, sorry. Too curvy, sorry," she said as she moved about. She was looking at nude men and when necessary reaching down into the thongs, shorts, and other garments worn by a room full of swingers. She finally arrived at Ron, an accountant from Corpus Christi who struggled to make his annual dues, but somehow always found a way.

"Ron, you're perfect for what we need. How would you like one of the best blowjobs of your life?" Julie asked with a huge smile.

"Proud to be of service, ready, willing, and able!" Ron replied enthusiastically. He was nude except for a wide donut cock ring and nipple clamps. Ron spent most his time on these weekends as a sub in either the dungeon or the wet room. He was already hard, having reacted instantly to just getting Julie's attention. He had a huge crush on Julie, and was always excited when she paid him any attention at all.

Julie grasped Ron's cock firmly in her fist, turned, and pulled him off the barstool where she found him and across the main playroom to the divan, where Herb's cock was now standing proud. She led Ron to the side of the divan where Herb's head was resting. Ron deflated a bit. He was worried that he would be asked to face fuck Herb, and Herb intimidated him tremendously. In fact, one of Ron's most frequent acts in the wet room was to be peed on by Herb, and the behest of Herb's wife Roxanne, who often kept Ron on a short leash. Nonetheless, Ron obediently came and stood with his cock and balls hanging above Herb's chin. Herb reached up and licked the underside of Ron's nut sack.

"Okay, let's get this going," Julie said like she was a foreman on a construction site. She moved around to Deana, and lifted her up from her seat on the divan where she was fisting Herb. "This is it, darling," Julie whispered to Deana. "Here's where you show everyone what you're made of, and what a good little slut you've become. You're going to sit on Herb's cock, which is one of the best we've got in The Club, and you're going to bend over and suck on Ron's nice little cock. He's only about five inches, so he'll be easy to deep throat without choking. Make a show of it. And then your husband is going to fit that perfect cock of his into your little ass and fuck you silly in front of all these people. Are you ready?"

Julie had seen how Deana's pupils had dilated and she had flushed a bit earlier when Julie described how Diane was pulling a three-hole train. She read her lover perfectly, and knew that she wanted to experience being filled in all her orifices. And Julie knew that doing it in public would be a great next step for Deana, and introduce her fully to all the members of The Club. This was becoming the kickoff fuck of Saturday evening during Membership Weekend.

"Am I going to pull a train? I'm not sure I'm ready for that," replied Deana with a nervous laugh.

"That's entirely up to you," Julie responded. "Just get these three guys off, and then see how you feel. If you are up for it then shout for the next man. If not, turn to Steve and he'll help you get off stage." Julie leaned in and kissed Deana passionately, reaching up to cup her naked breast. Then she moved so that their nipples were in juxtaposition and moved her shoulders, causing their nipple to brush roughly against each other.

Steve came up behind Deana and put his arms around her. He whispered into her ear. "Trust Julie. Herb and I will take care of you. I'm always here for you, and I love you more than life." He kissed the back of her neck and then bent to untie the pareo.

Julie retrieved the bottle of lube, and poured a dollop on her fingers. She warmed it between her hands, and reached for Deana's pussy. She spread the warm gel liberally around Deana's inner labia and vaginal opening.

"Herb is almost as big around as he is long," she said softly to Deana. "Go slow, and let yourself settle onto his cock. Then bend over and start blowing Ron. I'll help Steve get into your ass comfortably." Then she turned and applied the rest of the gel on her hands to Herb's cock.

Deana mounted Herb. He was smiling up at her with a friendly, open face that promised gentleness and fun. She took his cock in her hands, and moved it into contact with her pussy. Then she rubbed the slick rod up and down her slit several times, not only distributing the liquid thoroughly but also building her own desire. She knew that she would enjoy this most if the lube were supplementing her natural wetness, not replacing it. 

After several long moments she aimed the tip of Herb's cock at her opening. She was grateful that Herb's cockhead was shaped like a torpedo, not a mushroom. She let her weight settle down just about a half an inch. This brought Herb's cockhead into full contact with the muscles of her vaginal opening. Then she slowly lowered herself further. She was concentrating so hard on accepting this cock that she did not notice how quiet the room had become. Literally everyone was watching.

Steve climbed onto the low divan on his knees and wrapped his arms around Deana's torso, taking her breasts firmly in his hands. He leaned forward and coached her. "Stop about halfway down and fuck yourself up and down several times. That will help your vaginal walls stretch and get used to his girth. Herb isn't the fattest cock in The Club, but he's pretty close." He looked down and Herb and mouthed the words "hold still" soundlessly to his friend. Herb blinked both eyes slowly in acknowledgement.

Deana followed her husband's advice, and then burst out with a little laugh. She had just thought about how absurd her vanilla friends would find it that she was grateful that her husband was helping her fuck another man. This helped her relax, and she settled further down onto Herb's cock.

About this time she focused her attention on Ron's dick for the first time. Julie was right; it was just about the perfect size and shape for sucking. Deana would never understand why women let men with long dick's fuck their throats. You could do so much more in terms of sensation with just the lips and tongue. She was getting into the sexiness of the scene, and she licked her lips as she looked Ron right in the eye. She almost let another little laugh escape when she saw Ron blush a bright pink, but caught herself in time. She wasn't into humiliating men. At least not yet...

Steve encouraged her to fuck herself up and down a few more times, and Julie reached into apply more lube to the lower quarter of Herb's shaft. Deana appreciated the help, but she was feeling herself open up and get really wet. The sexiness of the whole scenario was working wonders. Herb's cock was feeling great inside. She felt very full, and that every inch of the skin on Herb's cock was stimulating some part of her vagina. With a contented sigh, she let her knees relax and bottomed out on his shaft.

Steve released his firm grip on Deana's breasts and Julie gave her a slight push forward. They wanted her to suck off Ron. Her husband and her female lover were encouraging her to fuck one man while sucking another off. She had taken on two men at a time just this morning. Why did this feel so different?

You could have heard a pin drop in the room as Deana leaned forward and gave Ron's cock the first tentative lick, getting the texture and taste of a new organ. People had drifted together into groupings of two, three, or more, and were quietly groping each other as they watched what was really a common scene here at The Club. Part of what made this scene different was the fact that it was now rare to have Steve and Herb both present at one of their meetings. Part was because nearly everyone had benefitted from Julie's talents as a Mistress of Ceremonies. But the most important factor was that, through the grapevine, they all knew that Deana was truly new to swinging, and they were witnessing a first for her. 

As she had last night when she swallowed Bud's cock to the root in one gulp, Deana remembered her training with Julie and opened her throat to accept Ron's cock. It was considerably shorter than Bud's, and thus was easy for her to accommodate. The lesser girth was also a help. She thought for a moment about the contrast between the two cocks now inside her body. The one was filling her pussy up, stretching it to a point just short of both pain and pleasure. The other fit comfortably inside her mouth with room to spare. She preferred the latter, but was determined to make her husband and Julie proud and enjoy the former too.

Now Julie moved behind Deana and reached in between Steve and Deana. She applied additional lubrication to the area around Deana's anus, and grasped the butt plug firmly between two fingers. She gingerly pulled out on the plug, exposing about a half inch, and applied yet more lube to the narrow part of the implement. Then she pushed it back in.

As Julie was working the plug slowly out of Deana's ass, Steve was liberally lubing his own cock with a very slick silicone lube. He wanted Deana to not just be comfortable, but to thoroughly enjoy her first triple penetration. He leaned in and kissed Julie hungrily, smiling at her with shining eyes. They had come to enjoy sharing this favorite playmate over the past couple of weeks, and they had the same goal: Deana's total physical and emotional joy.

Julie worked the plug steadily in and out of Deana's ass until she was literally fucking her lover with it. Deana was beginning to moan, and her hips were lifting a short way up and down Herb's cock as she devoured Ron. Julie moved the plug rapidly all the way in and out of Deana's rectum several times, fully loosening the sphincter and preparing it for Steve's invasion. Then she removed the plug a final time and stepped back.

Steve grasped his wife by the hips and stilled her motion as he once more positioned himself behind her. He let his hands slip lovingly across the loveliest backside he knew as he took his cock into one hand, and rested his other on her rump. He placed the thumb of this hand onto her puckered bud, and slipped it easily into her ass. He fucked his thumb in and out a few times, pulling a bit in various directions on each backstroke. Then he placed his cockhead against her sphincter and pressed gently forward.

Deana closed her eyes, focused, and took a deep breath as she felt Steve's dick come into contact with her ass. She breathed slowly out and concentrated on bearing down as her husband pressed his cock into her anus. The effort and minor pain were of course nothing compared to childbirth, but still she was proud of herself when she felt Steve's cock meet relatively little resistance and slip smoothly into her rectum. She was nonetheless surprised as he continued to glide in effortlessly until his hips came into contact with the globes of her bottom. This was her first experience with a really high quality silicone lubricant.

Steve ran his hands lightly up and down Deana's back as he began to fuck her. The room broke out with a quiet cheer and applause, and people began to spontaneously approach the foursome and caress the most available skin. They all touched Deana in some way, and said, "welcome" in their own words and manner. Deana was overwhelmed, and nearly choked on Ron's cock as she struggled not to tear up. She had seen and remarked upon the open and loving nature of the swingers here at The Club, but this was her first true experience with the communal nature of swinging at its best. This wasn't just a club or even a group of friends. This was an extended family that genuinely loved each other and the lifestyle.

Herb held still and let Steve provide all the motion to their mutual coupling with Deana. Steve used his hands on her hips to exaggerate their fucking motion just a bit. This ensured that she was moving up and down Herb's cock nicely, and eliminated the need for her to move her head in her servicing of Ron. He set a slow, steady rhythm that would allow Deana time to fully adjust to her first triple penetration.

Steve adored the feeling of his wife's ass around his cock. While she would undoubtedly always prefer vaginal sex, she was becoming more anally oriented, and this pleased Steve. He thoroughly enjoyed fucking almost anything, but found the prospect of regular visits to his wife's butt incredibly attractive. The silicone lube was allowing him to glide effortlessly in and out, and he rotated his hips a bit to stretch Deana's sphincter even more. 

For her part Deana was grooving on both the fullness of her pussy and the smooth comfort of Steve's cock in her rear. She found her attention straying to her nether regions, and had to discipline herself to give Ron his due. She was expected to pull sperm from all three of these very different cocks. She took advantage of Ron's lesser girth to roll her tongue around the entire shaft, and then clamped down with suction to pull back as she ground herself down to the base of Herb's shaft in her pussy. 

The easy cadence Steve had set allowed her to find a rhythm of her own. When Steve thrust in she let the momentum of his hips against her ass pull her pussy up on Herb's cock, and force her mouth down on Ron's. Then as Steve withdrew she lowered herself back down Herb's rod and pulled off of Ron's. It took considerable concentration, but she wanted very badly to put on a good show and make her husband proud of her new sexual skills. After a few minutes of practice, the motions became more intuitive and she could allow herself to pay more attention to her own feelings.

Steve felt the loom of another person behind him as he fucked his wife's ass. He looked back over his shoulder, and he recognized Jack moving in close. Without impeding Steve's fucking, Jack wrapped his arms around Steve's torso and let his fingers find Steve's nipples. He whispered in Steve's ear.

"Julie said she thought it would be sexy if someone fucked you while you fuck your wife. I was standing right there, and thought I would give it a try. Interested?" Jack asked.

"Sure!" Steve said enthusiastically. "Julie and Deana both say you're good with that cock. Get some of that silicone lube and stick it to me." 

Steve then noticed that Diane was moving in behind Ron. She had a strapon slung low on her hips. Leave it to Julie to orchestrate a way to turn the scene up another notch. And using Jack and Diane as her foils would give them more visibility as new Members. He smiled, and then sucked in his breath. He felt a rock hard cock coated with cool, slick gel pressing against his anus.

"Keep going honey," Steve said quietly to Deana. "You can see that Ron is about to have a back door visitor. Julie has arranged for me to have one too. It's Jack. I'm going to hold still for a minute while he gets in, then we'll adjust again and get to some serious fucking."

"Mmm hmmm," acknowledged Deana around Ron's cock. 

Ron jumped a bit as Diane began to slip the rubber phallus past his sphincter. But he was a good little sub, and had an asshole that could loosen up on demand. Diane's first thrust went straight home, forcing Ron's pubic bone forward. Deana's nose hit the short stubble of Ron's pubic hair - he needed a shave down there.

Jack's cock felt wonderful to Steve as it slipped into his ass. Jack had very little upward curve in his hard shaft, so the underside of his cock pressed easily into the spongy spot of Steve's prostate. Steve moaned in pleasure as Jack began to fuck him.

Up until this point Herb had primarily been a pommel horse, though a very willing one, for the efforts of his playmates. But now he saw an opportunity to contribute something more than just his hard cock to the fun. Diane wasn't pounding Ron's ass. Rather she was grinding her hips up against Ron's, providing minimal in and out motion. This was on purpose to keep from upsetting Deana's sucking of Ron's cock. Herb saw that Diane's strapon was of the variety that put straps around the woman's hips, but did not run a strap between her buttocks. This was intended to leave open access to her pussy. Herb reached up and slipped a finger into Diane's cunt, searching for her g-spot.

Diane expressed her pleasure. "Oh yeah, baby," she said. "Finger fuck me while I fuck this tight little ass. You can put two in if you want." Herb complied.

Finding a steady rhythm was complicated exponentially by the addition of two more cocks, one plastic and the other real, to the mix. Julie held herself back from calling "stroke, stroke, stroke" like a coxswain on a rowing team. This wasn't Steve and Herb's first rodeo, and Jack was an experience cocksman as well. She noticed that Steve substituted a regular grunt for the chant of the coxswain, and let Jack's cock force his hips forward into Deana's. 

Thus the six people ended up moving like an accordion, with a ripple moving from Jack's cock through Steve to Deana, on to Ron, and finally to Diane. Then Diane's dildo sent the ripple back through the pile. This would work fine until someone lost control, but for now it served to bring pleasure to them all, and this went on for several minutes.

Predictably, it was Ron who broke cadence. Deana was a damn good cocksucker, and the addition of a dildo in his ass ramped up his pleasure quickly. As he got close to cumming he began thrusting forward into Deana's mouth. 

The disruption was exacerbated when Herb found Diane's g-spot. "Oh shit, stud," exclaimed Diane. "That's fabulous!" 

Herb focused the motion of his two fingers and Diane felt a cum building quickly. In fact her hips began to shake and her knees got week. She bucked every time Herb drug the pad of his finger across the spongy spot on the roof of her vagina. This forced the dildo in and out of Ron, transferring motion to his hips as well.

"Oh my!" Ron suddenly cried out, jetting rope after rope of cum into Deana's mouth without warning.

"Don't swallow!" Herb commanded Deana as he saw her gullet move reflexively. He reached up and placed a hand lightly against her neck as reminder, and she dutifully obeyed.




The Club Ch. 03



Seeing the orgasms begin, Steve picked up his pace, and nodded his head to Jack to do the same. Jack took the hint and began to really fuck Steve, who used this motion to pound his wife's ass, and move her more forcefully on Herb's cock. This also had the effect of building up the cum in Steve's balls.

"Fuck!" Diane yelled as she stepped back from Ron's ass and Herb's fingers. 

Herb had skillfully brought her off three times in quick succession. He was amazingly adept at the female orgasm, and her last cum (combined with the fact that she had pulled a rather long train earlier in the day) made her pussy just too sensitive for more. The dildo popped out of Ron's butt, and almost like a ragdoll he collapsed down to his knees, his balls flopping down onto Herb's face. Herb stuck his tongue out and licked them again.

Ron stepped back, and Deana lowered her face to kiss Herb. She had been holding Ron's cum like a good little slut, and wanted to get it out of her mouth. Ron was a bit too salty for her taste. She snowballed Herb for a few seconds, and then pulled back. 

Herb smacked his lips. "Hey Ron, more cranberry juice!" he said to the smaller man. Ron blushed and ducked his head. Herb knew just how to push his submissive/humiliation buttons.

Deana now focused on getting Herb off. Steve was pounding her ass, and she rightly thought that should be enough to satisfy him. But Herb was perplexing her. So far he had lain there like a lump, with his only interaction being with Diane and Herb. Why had he not fucked her back? 

She didn't realize that Herb was simply obeying Steve's earlier, sotto voce command to remain still. But now that Steve was in full fuck Herb could get into the act as well. He suddenly lifted his hips on one of her down strokes and found new depths to Deana's vagina. In fact, his cock pressed right up against her cervix, causing her eyes to flash open wide. 

Herb grinned at her and asked, "hey Baby, want to fuck?"

Deana just nodded her head. She didn't realize it as she did it, but that was the last time during this session that she really did anything of her own volition. Herb placed his hands on her torso, beneath her arms and to the side of each breast, and suddenly the motion of her body stopped. Her eyes got wider. She had not realized just how powerful this big man was. And her husband was pounding her ass like there was no tomorrow.

Herb began to move, synchronizing his efforts with those of the other two men. Deana groaned as she felt the full effects of the thickness of Herb's cock for the first time. Her awareness was suddenly focused on the fact that she was full of cock, and that awareness lit a fire in her belly. She gushed in a sudden orgasm, drenching herself, Herb, Steve, and the faux leather of the divan in the biggest amount of squirting cum she had ever produced.

"Shit!" she screamed. "I'm so fucking full and it feels so fucking good. Oh, fuck me, Honey! Fuck my ass and make me cum again on this big black cock in my cunt!"

Steve was doing just that. He was breathing hard, and beginning to sweat heavily as he rammed his cock into his wife's rear. When she came her anus pulsed along with her pussy, and that added further inspiration to Steve's efforts. Then new inspiration came from an unexpected source. Jack came in Steve's ass.

Jack had been struggling to add to the motion of the group. The more people who are connected through cocks or dildos, the harder it is for everyone to stay in sync. Steve's rhythmic chant had helped a few minutes ago, but Steve was now in a near frenzy. Jack decided his best course of action was to get so close to Steve that they could not break contact, and hold himself as still as possible as Steve fucked Deana. So Jack scooted himself forward, took a firm hold on Steve's hips without inhibiting their motion, and went along for the ride.

As it turned out, this was a perfect tactic for his own pleasure. Steve's ass was hot, tight, and velvety smooth. Jack's cock became the piston pumping back and forth in Steve's cylinder and this caused Jack's balls to retract, preparing to explode.

Steve suddenly felt Jack's cock pulsing in rapid fire bursts in his ass, and the slick feeling provided by the silicone lube was enhanced by another fluid. Jack was grunting and groaning, expressing his release, his hips trembling involuntarily against Steve's butt. Jack's fingers dug in and clung to Steve's fleshy meat.

Steve loved the feeling of a man shooting his seed deep into his bowels. There was something both thrilling and fulfilling about the act. Thrilling because it added to his own pleasure, and fulfilling because he knew that the event was providing great pleasure to his partner as well. Steve slowed his thrusts into Deana temporarily to briefly savor the moment.

Jack's cock deflated and fell out of Steve's ass. Steve paused completely in his fucking of Deana as Jack wrapped his arms around Steve's torso, hugging Steve from behind and kissing his shoulder. Steve lifted himself up and acknowledged the post-coital communication.

"Thanks, you've got a great ass," Jack said softly in Steve's ear, kissing and nibbling the lobe.

"The pleasure was mine, believe me," replied Steve. "I hope Deana and I can get together with you and Diane soon. That is one firecracker of woman you've got there."

"I agree, let's play again soon," said Jack. "And your woman is pretty awesome too. She fucked me silly this morning, and look at her go now. You're a lucky guy. Now have fun and give her what she deserves."

With that Jack released his hug and patted Steve on the rump like two athletes in the locker room. He moved over to where Diane and Julie were sitting and watching the show, their fingers buried deeply in each other's sex. Jack eased himself down next to his wife.

And then there were three. What had been a group of as many as six people fucking like animals was refined to an MFM threesome, with the woman determined to have her pussy and ass filled with cum in the very near future. These two men had teamed up to fuck many women through the years, but this threesome was special because Deana was the meat in their sandwich.

Herb had kept his pace up even while Steve paused to acknowledge Jack's gift. While Steve's cock had never left Deana's ass, the lack of significant motion shifted her physical attention to the beer can shaped cock in her pussy. It was stretching her vaginal walls and labia wonderfully, and she found she quite liked a fat cock on occasion as a contrast to her husband's thinner sausage.

As Steve's focus returned to Deana's lovely backside Steve adjusted and resumed his thrusts to harmonize with Herb's. Steve was incredibly happy that Deana seemed to be getting so much pleasure from the feeling of his cock in her ass. To further enhance her pleasure he shifted his hands to cup and hold her breasts. He knew just how to gently knead those orbs when fucking her doggy style, and how she liked for her nipples to be grasped between two middle fingers and rolled as part of the total breast massage. She moaned her pleasure at her husband's action.

"Mmmm, you're liking that, aren't you, you little slut?" asked Herb with a smile. "The feeling of your tits in a strong man's hands while two cocks saw in and out of you? We're going to fill you up. Your ass and cunt are going to be overflowing with cum in a just a few minutes. Will you enjoy that? Is that what you want?"

"Yesss," Deana hissed. "I want every drop that you have to give me. I want it to be dripping out of my pussy when you are done."

"Then say it louder," Herb demanded. "Let everyone know what a little slut you are and how much you enjoy being fucked." Herb understood the concept of the brain as the biggest sex organ very well, and that verbalizing the desire would enhance the physical reality of it.

"Fuck me!" Deana yelled. "Both of you fuck me and fill me up! I want your cum and I want it now. Make me cum. Fuck, fuck, fuck...I want to cum!"

Deana lapsed into incoherence as the two men gave her exactly what she asked for. Steve and Herb worked like a well-practiced shortstop and second baseman. No words were needed, and the movements were almost instinctive. Herb used his strength to hold Deana's body still, and they used her for their pleasure. 

As the trio fucked the mood in the room shifted from one of observation to a need for action. Caresses changed to gropes. People dropped to their knees and opened their mouth for the most convenient cock or pussy. Women and men bent over chairs and sofas to offer up their holes to anyone who wanted them. A full-blown orgy seemed to erupt in the room that held maybe 90 swingers, all with a single thought. "I want to cum."

Deana, Steve, and Herb led the way. They fucked each other, oblivious to the explosion of sex around them, for several more minutes. Then the three lovers climaxed simultaneously. 

It started as rumbling growl from deep in Herb's chest. His grip on Deana's rib cage changed to more of a clutching by his fingers. Oddly this was the physical stimulus that set Deana's orgasm in motion. Her pussy and ass began to pulse, triggering Steve's explosion.

"God here it cums, Deana," Steve said loudly. "Here comes my cum in your ass. I love you so much!" 

Deana was too delirious to understand her husband's words, but that did not inhibit her comprehension of the fact of two cocks throbbing inside her pussy and ass simultaneously. Nor did it change the reaction of her body to these events. She convulsed and cried out.

"Aaaargh, that's so incredible!" she shouted. "Give me more, fill me up!"

Herb's audible expression of pleasure didn't find its way into words. Instead his orgasm produced a growling pant with each powerful upward thrust of his hips, driving his cock deep into Deana as his cum splashed against her cervix. He retained just enough self-control to prevent his grip from bruising his lover.

The three lovers bucked and writhed together for long moments. The two men held Deana tightly, Herb at her rib cage and Steve with a death grip on her tits. They thrust their raging cocks against her pelvis, and spewed huge loads of semen into her vagina and rectum. Deana's pussy and ass pulsed, and she twisted her hips. She wanted the sperm inside her body. She wanted the cocks fully inside her body.

Finally, the frantic thrusts lost their force. A few more times each Steve and Herb forced their pelvic bones hard into Deana's willing flesh. They all gasped for breath, their bodies covered in slick sheens of sweat. Steve leaned back, retaining his hold on Deana's breasts, to pull himself and Deana upright. Herb released his grip on Deana's torso and mischievously reached down with his thumb and flicked her clit. Deana yelped and shook in orgasm again. She slapped Herb's chest and pushed his hand away from her vulva.

Steve released Deana's tits and slid his arms around her. His and Herb's cocks were still firmly ensconced in her ass and pussy, and were only slowly beginning to deflate. He hugged his wife fiercely, leaning in to nuzzle her neck.

"God I love you so," Steve whispered into Deana's ear. "You are the most beautiful, sexy, and fun woman in the world. I can't tell you how happy and proud you make me. Thank you!"

Deana shifted and pushed herself off of Herb's cock. Steve's cock also slipped from her bum. She twisted her torso and brought her lips to Steve's. They kissed passionately and long, probing each other's mouths with their tongues and sighing deeply. 

"I love you too," Deana said to Steve. "Thank you for this wonderful life. Thank you for being so loving and patient with me for so long. And thank you for letting me be such a slut. I never thought I'd say this, but I do love it so!"

They kissed again and Deana turned to Herb.

"And you, you stud," Deana said to the big black man with a smile. "Look at what a mess we made of you!" She leaned down and kissed Herb hungrily. "I'm going to have to thank your wife for letting you come out to play."

"She'll be sorry she missed this," Herb replied. "She would be all over you right now, eating that creampie from both your holes. I think she's up in the room with a couple of the new girls. You should drop by."

"I will, thanks, just as soon as I get cleaned up," Deana said. "In fact, why don't you help me out with that?" 

She climbed up to straddle Herb's face. Creamy fluids were oozing from both her pussy and ass. He reached up and pulled Deana's crotch down on his face. He hungrily lapped at her pussy first, bringing her off yet again in a small cum, then moved her hips forward and plunged his tongue into her ass, sucking Steve's semen from her hole. During this time Steve moved around to face Deana and continued to make out with her as Herb cleaned her out.

The room was filled with the pungent odors of sweat and sex, and cries of joy and ecstasy rang out. The room was a mass of writhing, pumping, and heaving flesh. Julie and Diane were in a torrid sixty-nine on a couch, and Ron was rimming Jack next to them. What had begun as a show to inspire the rest of the group was now a sideshow, but it had achieved Julie's dual goals of getting Deana the triple penetration she wanted and kicking off the evening's festivities.

"Enough!" Deana moaned, pulling herself up and away from Herb's greedy tongue. "Thanks Herb, but I just can't take any more. It was great, thank you so much."

"My pleasure, darling'" Herb replied, rolling up to a sitting position as Deana stood facing her husband.

"Look at me, I'm all a mess again," Deana said quietly to Steve, moving closer as he enveloped her in his arms. "How about taking me down to the showers and cleaning me up for real? The night is young, and a girl likes to be at her best when she's on the prowl." She said this last with a wicked grin.

"You minx," said Steve. "The rest of these folks better look out. You were right. I have created a monster! Maybe after we shower I should take you into the dungeon and introduce you to some of those pleasures?"

"Hmm, sounds intriguing," Deana smiled again at her husband, brushing her nipples up against his in the way she knew that he loved. "Lead on, my knight."

And so the evening moved into high gear. Day one of a three-day debauch was well under way.



The Club Ch. 03



The crowd was increasing now, sensing a scene. My subject was laying in compliance, hurting yet aroused, longing for the culmination of the act. The row of clothespins resembling a picket fence attracted those who knew what it meant. Many could feel the pain that was going to evolve; all wanted it to be them who were waiting on that table.

The sight was very erotic, I could feel my own arousal building, but I had planned on a special release of my needs, and it wasn't with this subject, but the one who was emptying herself of the injected oil. For now, I had other matters to attend to. 

I solicited some assistance from the two nearest women who were obviously caught up in the scene. They had been mesmerized in the scenario played out before them, and were oblivious to to anybody else in the room. Each one of them had either reached inside their clothing to stroke or fondle themselves, or had gone the next step and dropped whatever they were wearing to further facilitate their ministrations. Of the two, one was naked and the other might as well be. 

I had each one grab a knee and pull it apart to expose even more of her privates. The pain of the clothespins was arousing to her, indicated by the wetness of her folds. Labia were swollen in arousal and moistness coated the inner linings. Muscles were contracting in suspense or need, not known by me at this time, but I sensed it was need. 

With the crowd on edge and holding their breath, I decided it was time. I placed my left hand over her mouth to stifle the scream, and then reached across to grasp the end of the chain of clamps. Looking into her eyes, I yanked the string back towards me. The sequential clacking of the wooden clamps coming off sounded like the dreaded zipper that all expected. Her torso jolted upwards in response to the pain, her scream muffled by my hand as I kept her head pinned to the table. 

Moans escaped the lips of most of the crowd watching. The sound of the zippering attracted a few more women since they obviously had heard that sound before.

I as well as the others watched in fascination as the bruises developed across her breasts. They were small dashes resembling the lines of perforated paper, but turning from red to a deep blue. Her nipples were throbbing from the pain but were also aroused by evidence of the hardness. Now she could enjoy the reward of my play.

I pulled an exam glove out of the valise and pulled it over my right hand, letting the cuff snap in place. The women knew that sound from having been to the gynecologist. No one was sure what I was going to do until I took out a tube of lubricant and began coating my gloved hand. Gasps formed as they realized what was coming. When my hand was fully covered and glistened with the oil, I stepped to the end of the table where her spread legs awaited me. 

I toyed with the labia before progressing, not only to make sure she was aroused, but I wanted the first subject there to observe the act. Obviously the oil was quickly ejected because she was now walking back to the scene with a serene look on her face. She was knowledgeable enough to know to reinsert the plug, which was evidenced even from a frontal view by the tail hanging down between her legs as she walked.

I motioned her to stand beside me, which she did, and she took a pose with legs spread and hands behind her back. The two women were so different, yet each stunningly sexy in their own way. I was fortunate to have such willing subjects.

Now that the stage was set for the act, I pushed two fingers inside her vagina. She moaned and clamped down. This wouldn't do at all. I reached up and grabbed her sensitive right nipple and pinched as hard as I could. She thrust upwards, but did relax her sphincter that was clamping on my fingers. I decided that the time had come. 

I withdrew my fingers and formed a pyramid with four fingers and the thumb tucked below them. I started in with the tips, slowly, allowing the flesh to expand to allow entry. When I was inside past the second knuckle, the progress stopped, the tightness not allowing further penetration. I waited, knowing that it was a reflex action of contraction. Gradually the muscle relaxed and I was able to push in a little further. 

My hands are small and this was not an extreme damaging action, it only required patience steady pressure. Slowly my hand gained entrance up to the larger diameter of the knuckles. I waited, then reached up with my left hand and grabbed her shoulder for leverage, then pushed past the resistance and into her cavity, folding the fingers back to form a fist once I was inside. 

Now her sphincter clamped down hard on my wrist, but it was too late, I had breached the opening. The sight of the stretched labia gripping my wrist was very erotic and shared by many, evidenced by the sound emanating from the audience. 

I waited, allowing her to adjust to the full feeling inside her. I could tell that this was a new experience for her, in spite of the brief discomfort of the penetration, she was panting in arousal. Now she would experience the ultimate orgasm and one she would never forget.

I rotated my hand so that the knuckles scraped across her G-spot. She screamed and rose up as far as she could, muscles contracting in orgasm, which resulted in her squeezing out the built up collection of fluids in her cunt. The resulting spray exiting around my wrist coated my arm with her juices. The crowd appreciated the sight; several women had slipped into orgasmic bliss. 

I pulled my still clenched fist out of her vagina with a resulting pop. The sloppy sound finished off those who had not yet reached a climax. Now it was time for my pleasure.



The Club Ch. 03



Chapter 03: The Initiation

After work he made his way through traffic hurrying to get home from his down town office Myra his wife paced the floor in her new home waiting his arrival he had told her earlier to make arrangements for Marlene to stay the night with his mother. The last time he had done this was when he took her out to tell her about his decision to change jobs and move here, what was this all about was he considering moving again?

Nervously she walked through the house in the tight blue dress it was cut low in front and showed off her firm 36C breast, it stretched over her amble hips, there was no way to hide he naturally beautiful body. As she watched out of the windows he pulled up the drive, she opened the door like a schoolgirl and meet him on the porch. "Hey, Honey, what's up, Marlene is at Mom's so we'll be alone tonight what's this dinner about?' she asked as he took her in his arms.

"Just some friends, that's all." He told her leading her to the car. He drove to the restaurant and parked next to Ron's car, the escorted his wife inside. 

"Myra, this is my friend Ron Little and his wife Connie," he said introducing her to the couple. Then they all sit down and began to converse, Jack ordered drinks all around when they came Ron distracted the girls while Jack emptied the bottle into his wife's drink. There was small talk and were getting to know one another when Myra became dizzy and asked Jack to take her home. 

Jack hurried his wife to their car and headed for home, before he got half way there he look over at her. She was sound asleep. He tried to wake her by shacking her he even pinched her nipple through her thin dress, but the drug had her under deep. A Grinch like smirk came across his face, he had always wanted to see his prim and proper wife be treated like a slut, and now his dream was about to come true. 

He pulled his car into the garage and shut the automatic door. He opened the driver's side door and exited the car just as two men, Eric Taylor and Conrad Carter, came in the back door of the garage. Conrad opened the door and kneeled down and checked Myra, she was out of it. 

"Ok, good job Jack, Eric take her." He said while standing up. The bigger man kneeled and took the passed out woman in his arms and raised her from the car seat, then headed into the house. Conrad draped his arm over Jack's shoulder and they followed Eric inside. "Ok jack here is what is going to happen, tonight is your initiation, so you will not be allowed to enjoy your wife's pleasures, you must sit and watch as all the members of the club partake of her. Do you still wish to join?" Jack looks his new friend in the eyes and said, "I have always wanted to become a member of this club, and I will do anything to join." "Good, then let's get started." The Doctor said as they walked into the couple's bedroom. The room filled with men in long black robes. Myra was on the bed her dress and under garments were lying on the floor nest to the bed. Two of the men took Jack by the arms and led him to a chair sitting next to the wall facing the bed standing by the chair Kim Towns, nude "Miss Towns, remove Mr. Sullivan's clothing." Conrad told the young woman and she slowly began to undress the elated husband. When he was completely naked the two men sat him down in the chair, then they fastened handcuffs to his wrists and the chair. "Once the ceremony begins it can not be stopped, these two are your sentinels, and they will control you if needed. You must watch, you can not pleasure yourself, although Miss Towns will help you endure what is happening to you lovely wife." Jack looked into the eyes of the blond girl. Her eyes were fixed and glazed. "What is wrong with her?" he asked. "I have hypnotized her, she is under a trance and will do what ever I tell her to. The doctor informed him, "Just sit back and enjoy, Miss Towns kneel before Mr. Sullivan, and take his cock in you're mouth. Jack shivered as the eighteen year old covered the head of his rock hard cock with her hot wet mouth sliding down until her nose was nestled in his pubic hairs and her lips wrapped around the base.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" he moaned, 

"Miss Towns slowly, very slowly, make love to his cock, but don't allow him to cum." Conrad told the controlled girl, who began to move her lips up and down the dick in her mouth. "And Jack you must not cum until the later in the festivities, now one last time are you sure you want this." 

"Yes, Ahhh, yes." Jack replied as he enjoyed the girls loving mouth.

Dr. Carter moved up and whispered into Kim's in ear as she bobbed her head moving her lips up and down on Jack's dick. "Miss Towns, this the love of your life, show him how much you love him, give him the best blow job he has ever had. Make love to his cock." As soon as the words were out of his mouth the young lady slowed down her actions, she pulled her mouth off of his dick and kissed the head tenderly then licked up the under side slowly. Then she took the head into her mouth and sucked very softly while slowly moving her hand up and down its length.

"That's it dear, but remember do not allow him to cum." Conrad commanded her before walking to the bed where Myra lay on her back completely nude. He sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the hypodermic needle from the nightstand. He looked back at Jack, "This will counter act the drug, you gave her she will awaken just enough that she will be susceptible to our suggestions, she will know every thing that happens to her, and she will be able to participate in the ceremony. Later when she wakes up she will think it was all a dream, she may be bothered about what she has dreamed but if she has questions or needs help with it all, you should have her come see me in my office, I will explained it all so that she can deal with the dreams. Do you understand? " The doctor told Jack, who just nodded his head as he relished the mouth on his stiff dick. 

Conrad injected the drug into Myra's arm and moves back to let it take effect. Three of the men who were stand around the bed in the dark robes their faces covered moved in on the helpless woman. One of the men spread her legs wide apart and crawled up between them and raised them high revealing he cunt and ass hole, he stuck his tongue deep into her tiny brown puckered hole and licked upward into her pussy. The other two men each took a one of her nipples into his mouth and began to gently suck on them.

"Uuummm." She moaned as she began to stir her head was spinning she could see the three dark men who were working on her through a fog, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, and the pleasure they were giving her was intensified. She realized what was happening and started panicked but then there was a smooth calming voice from out of the fog, and she began to settle down. The sounded like it was coming from a long way off and seemed to be at slow speed. "Myra, you are having a very erotic dream, do you understand?" the voice said.

"Uh huh?" She replied.

"You can tell the men who will visiting you just what you would like them to do, your every desire is what they will provide, just ask and they will deliver." Conrad continued whispering into her ear. "Do you like having your pussy eat?" he asked.

"Yes, Oh yes." She replied. 

"Then tell him just what you want him to do." Her controller told her.

"Oooh, please suck my clitty." She moaned running her hands down between her legs and spreading her pussy lips wide exposing her hard clit. The dark figure between her legs took the little nub into his mouth and began to suck on it. 

"Aaaaaaaah yeah! Like that!" she said rising her hips up to meet the hot mouth at her pussy. The other two men kneeled beside her on the bed and opened their robes exposing their long hard cocks, they each took her hands form between her legs and placed their dicks in them. With their hands covering hers they began to slowly work them up and down the length of their cocks.

"Do you like having a dick in each hand?" Conrad asked the drugged wife.

"Yes, um, i-it feels strange b-but good." She replied sounding like a drunken schoolgirl, as she looked up at the faceless men by her side. They took her nipples between their finger and thumb and twisted and pulled them as she jerked on their cocks.

Conrad looked back at Jack who was looking at his prim and proper wife with a confused look on his face, as she took over the stroking motion on the two cocks. He never thought that Myra, his very proper wife, could be such a slut, she stroked the cocks in her hands as she humped her cunt up to meet the mouth eating her out. She was not a prude. Their sex life was good she had never denied him, but this seeing her enjoying three men, and saying she liked some one sucking her clit, she had never told him that, in fact she would not let him down there unless she first washed it really well.

Jack could feel his cum building in side of him as his wife started moaning more and more heading for her own gigantic orgasm, then Kim pulled her mouth off of his dick and wrapped her fingers tightly around the bass hold his juices inside of his body. He moaned aloud as he watches Myra wither at the hands of the three lovers. 

"Tell him what you want, tell him to eat your nasty cunt." The doctor whispered to Myra.

"Yeeeeeeees, eat my naaaaaaastey cuuunt!" she moaned

"Now take one of the dicks in your hands in your mouth" he told her. She pushed her right hand all the way down oh the dick and raised her head, opened her mouth and engulfed the head of the long black cock. "Now in your dream you are a dirty cum sucking slut." He whispered to her, as she began to suck the cock with more enthusiasm. He head worked back and forth her hand twisted on the shaft as she sucked. She worked her head back and forth taking a little more of the dick in her mouth with each move. 

The man between her legs was pushing his finger in and out of her wet fuck hole, while his thumb worked its way in her asshole. She moved her hips in time with his finger fucking. 

"Now take him down your throat." The voice told her. 

Myra was compelled by the voice in the fog, she opened her lips wider as the faceless man took her head in his hands and pulled her face to him. Slowly he worked his long black dick deeper and deeper into her mouth. She moved her right hand to her breast and rubbed and played with them while her left hand stroked the other man's dick faster, and the man to her right started to fuck in and out of her throat. She was at the same time humping her hips up and down like a wild animal as the first man inserted another finger in her cunt.

Jack was amazed as he watched his wife become a slut before his eyes, he had always wanted her to deep throat him but she refused, but now in her drugged state she was taking a cock much bigger than his all the way down her throat. But he didn't have long to dwell on the activities before him, as he was getting closer to exploding in the young receptionist's mouth. He raised his hips up in anticipation of his orgasm but the lovely girl pulled her mouth off of his dick again and clamp her fingers around the base of his shaft and around he ball sack blocking him off from completion. 

When he realized that he was not going to be allowed to cum Jack returned his attentions to his wife just in time to watch the owner of the long black cock hold Myra's head still with her lips wrapped around the backside of the enormous head of his prick and fill her mouth full of his hot seed. Her cheeks bulged out as cum ran out the corners of her mouth. 

"You need to swallow it." Conrad's voice told her. Jack watch in shock as his wife gulped down shot after shot of the hot cream. When the man pulled his cock from her mouth and got off of the bed she lay her head down and turned her face towards Jack, he could see her eyes were closed and she looked as though she were asleep, except for the lines of cum on her cheeks running down into her ears she look as she always did with him in their bed.

"Now Myra, don't you want to be fucked?" Conrad prodded her.

"Um, yeah." She mumbled. As soon as she uttered the words the man eating her pussy moved up and positioned the head of his dick at the mouth of her cunt and held it there. "Help him put it in." the voice encouraged her. She reached down with her hand and fumbled with his long dick rubbing the head up and down her wet slit. Then she pulled on it as she moved her hips down allow it to slid inside of her. When he was in position the man slammed his cock home driving deep into her virginal his balls slapping against her ass.

"Oooohaaaa." she said in a soft moan.

"Tell him to fuck you." The voice said. "Fuck me, Oooh pleeese fuck me!" she replied. And the man started to move his hips up and down working his long cock in and out of her hot hole.

"Tell him how much you love getting fucked."

"Yes Oooh yeees I love it, I love to be fucked, fuck me deep!" jack had never heard her talk like this, but he was once again on the brick of orgasm. Kim knew this and clamped down again hold him off one more time.

"Now suck the other one in you hand." Conrad told her. She never missed a stroke. She raised her head and took the full length of the second man's dick deep into her mouth. He took control of her head and began to fuck her face as the other man had done driving his cock down her throat with each trust.

The man between her legs was pounding away at her cunt as another man positioned himself on his knees beside Myra. Conrad moved closer and whispered into her ear, take his cock in you hand." She took the cock in her small hand and began to stroke it as before. The man fucking her was working himself to a fevered pitch, driving her into the mattress with each forward trust of his hips. 

Jack looked on as Kim made love to his cock, he watch the man pull Myra's hips up hard and hold her tight to him with his cock deep inside her whom, his head up facing the ceiling as he emptied himself into her cunt. Jack felt the urge to cum was building once again, but Kim expertly held him off until the pressure passed.

The man between Myra's leg pulled his limp wet cock out of her used hole and backed off of the bed jus as the man she was sucking exploded in her mouth. This time she swallowed his entire load spilling only a drop or two out the side of her mouth. When he was through and was stepping off of the bed she turned her attentions to the cock in her other hand, taking it full in her mouth as she did the one before it. Then another man climbed up between her legs and shoved his dick deep into her open cunt. 

Another man came in and was getting up on the bed beside Myra when Conrad motioned him to wait, "Release him." He ordered Jack's two escorts, who unfastened the handcuffs and lifted Jack from the chair. Kim stood with him and held onto his cock as they were led across the room beside the bed. 

Conrad whispered in Myra's ear "Lay back and rest." She removed her mouth from the man's dick and lay her head back down on her pillow. "Kneel on the bed beside you wife's head." Conrad told Jack. Jack positioned himself as he was told. "Now Miss Towns its time, jerk him off on his wife's pretty face. Jack looked down at Myra. She looked like a sleeping angel. He look up and saw her hand stroking the cock of the man facing him across their bed, he looked over and watched the long hard dick going in and out of his wife's wet cunt, as Kim stroked his dick faster and faster. 

When she moved her free hand around behind him and inserted her middle finger deep into his asshole he could stand no more his gun went off, the first blast hit her above her right eye and the hot liquid ran down across the bridge of her nose. She made no notice of the hot cum splattering on her face other than a soft moan that escaped her lips. The next stream hit on her cheek, then Kim began to fuck her finger in and out of Jack's ass and he shot another wad over her face land in her ear, then another blast landing it just below her nose on her upper lip, Myra stuck out her tongue and lick it from her lip, then another covered her mouth completely which she quickly licked clean. 

Jack was helped off of the bed his knees were weak because of the loss of fluid. His escorts helped him back to the chair, as the other man took his place on the bed. Conrad leaned over and whispered in her ear and she took one of the men's cock in her hand and the other in her mouth as the one between her legs started to cum adding his jazz to the one before him. He climbed off of the bed and left the room as the other without saying a word. 

As Kim helped Jack dress another man came in the room and the man in Myra's mouth unloaded. When he got off Conrad said "Ask him to fuck you doggy style." 

"Please fuck me doggy style." The young wife mumbled sheepishly. 

The new man climbed up on the bed and with the help from the others rolled her over and helped her up on her hands and knees, he then slammed his dick to the hilt and started to fuck her like a bitch in heat. "I thing she has the routine now, we can leave her in capable hands." Conrad said taking Jack by the arm and leading him out of the room and down to the living room, which was filled with men in long black robes. "You can not wittiness the rest of the ceremonies you must trust us to take care of her." He told Jack, " there are twenty of out members here, each will get at lest one turn with your wife, according to their status in the club and points they have accrued. In the morning she will think she had a really strange dream, if she feels she needs to talk about you will give her my card, I will take it from there. Miss Towns will be under until I release her, she is at your disposal you can take her to another room and use her as you wish, but don't make any permanent marks. Do you have any questions?"

"I don't believe so." Jack said taking Kim by the hand and leading her to the guest room. His excitement was at an all time high and the night had just started.

To be continued...



The Club Ch. 03



Once Jamie had finished her story Jeremy looked at his mates and their mothers as well as his own, and all were grinning broadly.

"Let me introduce you to a very nice mother and son," he said to Alex and his daughter.

"HEY JACK, WHY DON'T YOU AND LESLIE COME OVER HERE FOR A MINUTE," Jeremy called to Jack and his mother.

The couple smiled back at Jeremy, as all the couples do, because none could ever forget that it was Jeremy who brought them together. The mothers were especially fond of the young man, because they had been so lonely for so long, and had wanted their own sons but had not known how to let them know. Most had been afraid of grossing out their sons, so they remained silent and fought their needs. Yes, Jeremy held a special place in the hearts of all the mums.

Jack and Leslie made their way to Jeremy's cluster of tables.

"Jack, Leslie, this is Jamie and Alex. You guys have something very profound in common," he told them with a smile.

Jack raised his eyebrow at his friend; he had no idea what Jeremy was talking about. But Leslie smiled enthusiastically and looked at Jamie.

"You're the 'sub'?" she asked, and Jamie beamed back at the older woman.

"Yes, and you?"

Leslie nodded. Now both Jack and Alex knew why Jeremy had introduced them. The men shook hands and the son and mother, daughter and father moved to another single table to talk. Benny laughed out loud, looked and his best friend shaking his head.

"Another four satisfied customers of Mr. Jeremy's House of Therapeutic Counselling, Remedies and Anything Else You Bloody Well Need."

"I hope you're not complaining?" Bev asked her son pointedly with an indulgent smile.

Benny looked at her and smiled, but said nothing.

"Ignore him Jeremy. Now he has me, he thinks he's invincible," Bev told the young man and they nodded to each other.

Jeremy felt his mother's hand on his knee and slid it a little way up his and she gave his leg a squeeze as if to agree with her friend Bev. In response, Jeremy placed his hand on his mother's knee and gave her a squeeze. They also continued to knead the other, something Jenny loved to do in such a public setting.

"So," began James with a smile, "when are you going to find your demographic incestuous group?"

"We already have," Jeremy replied with a grin and his mother nodded in agreement.

James looked around at the other three couples of mothers and son, who nodded to him in turn. He smiled at them as did Deni. Both father and daughter liked these four new couples, especially Jeremy and Jenny. James looked at his good friends Bob and Beth, and they both gave him a little wink; indicating that they too liked these new couples.

"So, I guess it's your turn to tell us how each of you hooked up... mother to son that is," Bob said.

Seven sets of eyes fell on Jeremy and he could only smile. He couldn't have been happier. His had was on his mothers panties feeling her beautiful pussy, and he was in the company of other like he and Jenny.

"Well, I guess I should tell you," Jeremy began.

He told the story of The Clan and that fateful night and his suggestion to the boys, followed by how each had responded with a desire to be their mother's lover. By now Daniel and Julia were entwined together, while Benny and Bev, and Bobby and Ruth were a little more discreet, but all three couples were settling down for some good story telling. Daniel had his hand on his mother's thigh and she was making soft noises to him as she listened. Benny and Bobby were not as adventurous as either Jeremy or Daniel, but both were still lovingly caressing their mother's shoulders.

Jeremy then told how a week before school/uni resumed all The Clan members had 'reported in', and told their stories of seduction, each one different to the other. The whole time the two father daughter couples smiled, shook their heads now and then, and thoroughly enjoyed what they heard. This was quite evident as each father held and caressed his daughter. Then with a look at his mother for permission, Jeremy told his and Jenny's story -- but left out the very, intimate details. When he was done, Beth looked at her father who smiled and nodded. So Beth told their story.

Beth

Bob listened as once again his wife criticized their nineteen year old daughter Beth for her figure, which June believed to be 'disgusting'. Bob knew their daughter was overweight, but he though Beth looked good -- even sexy with her few extra pounds. The fact of the matter was, Beth was probably two stone (about thirteen kilos) overweight. But Bob always found his daughter to be bright and happy, unless her mother was berating her. June was always telling Beth to curb her eating, to go out and exercise and wondered out loud if Beth had any self respect seeing as so she was so big. Now Bob could see that his wife was beginning to wear their daughter down, and the bright and happy young woman was beginning to be replaced by a depressed and dark one. So Bob decided to step in and save his daughter from her mother.

June was not a nasty or malicious person by nature; at least that's what Bob found himself saying as he once again heard his wife sound off at Beth. Time to act again, Bob told himself. He jumped off the couch and called out to Beth, asking her if she wanted to go for a run with him. They had been going out like this for the last two weeks; initially to get Beth away from her mum and to have Beth exercise with him, but now she thrived on it. Beth jumped at the chance to run with her dad. She loved the time they spent together, and knew why he was doing this for her, and so she appreciated him all the more.

As father and daughter jogged slowly around a bush track they knew not too far from their house, Beth had to ask why her mother had seemed to have ramped up her criticism of her over the last four or five months. Bob told his daughter that June was going through menopause, and they were both receiving both barrels from June. Beth hadn't seen the abuse her father had to put up with from her mother, but she could hear it in his voice. As always, their jog together was very enjoyable for Beth. Her dad made her laugh, feel good about herself -- especially her weight, and she felt herself drawing even closer to him.

For the next few months father and daughter would escape June's up and down moods, and to top off Bob's misery June had told him she was no longer interested in sex. When asked for an explanation, June could only say she no longer had a desire for sex in any way shape of form. After this revelation from his wife of twenty-two years Bob asked a number of his mates who were a little bit older than him, if June's reaction to menopause was typical. Some men said they had had the same experience with their wives and it had not changed -- still no sex, while others said it had been temporary. Bob didn't hold out much hope for a change in June's outlook on their relationship, and after a few more months he was right. During this time he and Beth found themselves spending more and more time at home together. June was finding all sorts of excuses not to be at home after her work day was done, so Bob and Beth began to do things together. This suited Beth as she didn't have a boy friend, and found it hard to make friends.

Beth actually looked forward to her father picking her up from TAFE (Tertiary education, but not college or university) at the end of each day. They would go home, run together for about an hour and then make dinner together. June would usually come home at about 10.30 each week night. On the week end June would always have outings to go on with her girl-friends, leaving her husband and daughter to their own devises. Bob and Beth couldn't help but be drawn closer and closer, until they were more like a couple then many married people they knew. It was this closeness that pushed father and daughter over the edge, and then over into their incestuous relationship and into the love they both yearned for.

On a Tuesday night June came home early, every early just after 7.30 to find Bob and Beth doing what they normally do when she was not at home -- having fun together. Bob was chasing Beth through the house to repay her for some indiscretion -- she had punched him lightly on the arm. June was disgusted with their familiarity and told them so, and then announced that it was time Bob made other sleeping arrangements. In other words, June expected Bob to sleep on the couch from now on. Beth was outraged on her father's behalf, which came as a shock to June. Beth never spoke like this to her mother. In fact Beth had been considered brow beaten by her mother all her life. However, Bob intervened to protect his daughter.

That night as the family of three prepared for bed, Bob made up the couch, although June did allow him to use their en suit to shower and brush his teeth for bed. As Bob tried to settle on the uncomfortable couch half an hour after June had closed their bedroom door and turned off the light, Beth came out to check on her father.

"Dad, are you ok out here?" came Beth's whispered concern for her father.

"Yeah sweetie, I'm ok, but I don't think my back will be tomorrow morning."

Bob whispered back and gave a little laugh, because they both knew his back wouldn't be able to take the couch all night. He saw Beth approach the couch in the dark, all he could make out was her shape. But his breath was taken away as he saw her more clearly, as she moved closely. Beth was wearing a baby-doll nightie ensemble in powder blue. She looked so sexy.

"Dad, come and sleep in my room, you'll be more comfortable," she pleaded as she drew closer.

Now no less than a foot from her father, Bob could see her beautiful body barely covered by the filmy material of her nightwear. He could see her large, firm breasts clearly, and he couldn't help but look down her body as she knelt before him. He was lost for words for a few seconds, but was eventually able to speak.

"I can't sweetie, what would your mother say. She doesn't like the way we treat each other now was it is. Besides, the floor would be nearly as bad as the couch."

"I don't want you to sleep on the floor; I want you to sleep in my bed."

Beth had a queen size bed. Her mother had insisted on such a large bed, and it had been the source of much mirth for June at the time.

"Beth, honey I can't sleep in your bed and have you on the floor."

Beth leaned closer and regarded her father for a few seconds, and he couldn't help but let his eyes drop to her barely covered breast. This was not lost on his daughter, and as he drew his eyes back to hers, she smiled at him and he could she see was flattered.

"Dad, what if you brought the cushions from the couch and arm chairs, and use them as a mattress next to my bed," she suggested with an enthusiastic grin. 

Bob could see the merit in this and nodded. However, he did wonder why his daughter wanted him to sleep in her room, but just put it down to her feeling sorry for him after her mother had 'kicked' him out of his bedroom. Together they gathered up the cushions and bedding, and as they did Bob was afforded glimpsers of his daughter's breasts as her nighty fell open every now and then. As he watched Beth move, collecting cushions his breath was taken away once again as she bent and her little matching panties kinked open. Bob saw a very quick flash of his daughter's pussy, and he was sure she had no hair.

As they made-up his bead next to hers on the floor, Bob's mind continually replayed that very quick glimpse of his daughter's sweet pussy. Even as he settled down to try to sleep, his mind wouldn't let him as it began to suggest things to him that a father shouldn't think.

"'Nite dad," Beth chimed warmly and quietly to him.

"Yeah, 'night sweetie," he replied as he tried to drive these thoughts of his daughter away.

Eventually, Bob found sleep, but it was disturbed by visions of Beth and what he had seen. When he woke the next morning it was to Beth shaking him awake.

"Dad," she whispered, "you'd better get up and go back to the couch before mum gets up," she warned her father.

Bob roused himself quickly and gathered up his bedding and cushions, and left his daughter's room still dressed in only his jox (jockey shorts). He made up the couch again and replaced the arm chair cushions, and then lay on the couch again. As soon as Bob did, he was glad he had accepted his daughter's offer. Yet, he was still wondered why she had invited him into her room. Within half an hour later June walked out of her bedroom, and announced the bathroom was free. Bob smiled to himself as if the three of them were actors in a weird play, but he was the only one who knew. They all got ready for the day, with Bob leaving before June and he drove Beth to TAFE although she was nearly late and had to run out the door to be on time for her father. On the way to work from TAFE, Bob checked his brief case and found he had left some important papers at home he had been working on the night before. He turned the car around and drove home a quickly as possible.

When Bob arrived home June had also left for work, and he was glad. He found his papers were he had left them and was about to leave for work a second time. However, as he was walking through the lounge room his mind darted back to the question that kept nagging at him. Why would Beth ask him to sleep in her room? He stopped in the middle of the lounge room and turned to look toward his daughter's room. He wondered. Bob knew his daughter keep a meticulous diary, and his curiosity was getting the better of him. Should he look for an answer to his question in Beth's diary? His legs seemed to move without a conscious thought to do so. The next thing, he found himself in Beth's room holding her diary. She had left it on her bed -- strange Bob thought.

Now that he had her diary, Bob had no concerns about reading it, even though a part of him said it was wrong. He justified his actions to himself by thinking that he would only read one week, and that would be o.k. Bob opened to a weak ago and read. Beth had been an avid diary writer since she was very young, and her father knew she poured her heart into her diary. But even Bob wasn't prepared for what he read.

Beth wrote that she still found it difficult to make friends at TAFE, but was thrilled to be doing more and more with her dad, especially their runs. Her language left Bob in no doubt just how much her time spent with him meant to her. It was obvious that Beth wanted a very close relationship with her father, and she articulated as much on a number of occasions during the previous week. Bob as a father was very pleased that his daughter loved to be with him as she expressed, and as a man he felt himself becoming aroused by what Beth had written. The words she chose for her diary to express her feelings for her dad were words like, love, want, desire and need. Bob was positive that only 'love' would normally be used by a daughter, to express her feelings for her dad. To Bob it was quite evident that Beth looked on him more like a boyfriend, than her dad.

Bob felt he was quite flushed after reading the last week of entries, and he felt warm. Warm because he was aroused and warm because, he knew every man would love to read entries in a diary about him like this from a young woman. Bob replaced the diary back on the bed, positive that Beth had left it there for him to read. Usually, Beth was so secretive about her inner thoughts poured into her little book, and she would go to great pains to hide it and ensure no one ever read it.

At 5.00pm, as usual Bob picked-up his daughter from TAFE. Beth bounced into the passenger seat next to her father, giving him a big grin.

"Hi dad, good day?"

"Well, it didn't start out all that good, I left some papers at home and I had to go back for them just after I dropped you off."

"Did you find them?" Beth was still grinning. Why was she still grinning, Bob wondered.

"Yeah, they were on the dinning room table," he told her with a slight frown.

Beth just nodded, still grinning. Now Bob was sure she had left her diary out for him. Suddenly he remembered something. He suddenly remembered putting his papers in his brief case before making up the couch to sleep on. No wonder it bugged him all day that he had forgotten them; he hadn't. Had Beth taken them out of his brief case, knowing her father's habit of packing it the night before? Yeah, he thought to himself. Beth knew alright, and had set-up the whole thing. No wonder he didn't feel too guilty as he read her diary.

"So sweetie, how are you going making new friends at TAFE?" he asked his daughter pointedly.

Beth beamed at her father.

"Not too well dad, but that's ok, because I've got you haven't I?"

Bob looked quickly at his daughter.

"Not to worry. Yep, I'll always be your best mate. I'll always be there for you sweetie," he told her. Beth looked like 'the cat that swallowed the canary'.

When they arrived home June was already there, sipping a glass of wine and looking for others to make her dinner. Bob and Beth gave each other a quick, knowing look and set about preparing dinner. The three of them ate in virtual silence. June had nothing to say to her husband or daughter, and neither Bob nor Beth felt like talking to her. Once dinner was finished June took herself off to her newly found sanctuary of her bedroom, while Bob and Beth stacked the dishwasher. Once done, Beth went off to her bedroom to do some homework, and Bob did some of his own on the dinning room table.

At around 9.30 that night June put her head through her bedroom door and announced she was turning in for the night. Bob just gave his wife a frown. Who did she think she was? As if he or Beth cared what June was doing! Half an hour later with all the lights off and the only light coming from the TV, Beth tip-toed out to her father. Dressed as she was the night before, she approached her father's couch, and knelt down beside him. This time Bob could see his daughter far more clearly by the light of the TV, and he was taken aback by just how lovely she looked. Her breasts were as if uncovered, and Bob found himself wanting his daughter to stand so he could see if he could see through all of her nighty.

"What are you still doing out here?" she asked her father while she watched the TV.

Beth leaned against her father, and he now that he knew where her attitude last night and tonight was coming from, he decided to go with it. Bob placed his arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him more. So far, the way they were cuddling could still be seen as a normal father-daughter thing. Except of course for her nightwear. Bob began to rub his daughter's shoulder and then down her arm, and Beth sighed.

"You don't mind me sleeping next to you?" 

Bob deliberately said 'next to you' rather than 'on the floor'. Beth giggled.

"No, I love you sleeping next to me. I feel safe and secure, and I love having you close to me"

Bob got off the couch and they once again gathered up the cushions and bedding. However, this time Beth seemed to linger over her collection of the arm chair cushions. Bob watched her every move hoping for another glimpse of his daughter's pussy. Gone now were any thoughts that wanting this was wrong. Bob was not disappointed as time and again Beth seemed to find a reason to move so that her little matching panties to kink out, allowing her father prolonged looks at her most intimate aspect. Once in her room Beth turned to her father and with a serious expression told him, the floor was no place for him to sleep. But Bob was still a little uneasy about making a sexual move on his daughter, so he brushed off Beth's comment. Once ensconced on the floor, both tried to sleep but it was impossible. They were both thinking about the other, and where their desire for each other was going.




The Club Ch. 03



Chapter Three -- Spa Swingers

Marianne Graves had spent a decadent afternoon at the Club. She'd done all the decadent things she'd been missing the past few weeks she'd been in training and was feeling relaxed, yet alive and sated, at least for now. She'd made a commitment to train, so once she was done her afternoon of indulgence, she got her butt home, changed into her running gear and headed back out again. Her spandex leggings hugged her ass and legs and she got more than her share of admiring glances as she ran hard.

Marianne was nearing the end of her 5-mile run. She was tired and she ached, but a self-satisfied grin was on her fast. A month ago, she would have been exhausted and every muscle screaming. Six months ago, she could barely run six blocks. She'd come a long way and took great pride in her accomplishments.

A few blocks later, she was done, but she ran a bit further, to cool down and let her body calm down. She removed her headband and shook her long, blonde hair loose.  I'm darn proud of myself , Marianne thought,  before my divorce, I wouldn't have even considered doing something like this ! She'd let herself become a bit too idle over the last few years, Marianne realized it one afternoon, and that was that! She joined a gym and began to get her shape back.  Next month, I'm running a marathon. Well, Good for me ! Marianne praised herself.

She had easily restored her figure to the stunning 34-21-32 form she'd had 10 years ago, before marrying Rick -- and her legs, were once again sleek and shapely. She sizzled a bit when she thought of Rick -- she had been a faithful, happy, wildcat partner. Anything Rick wanted, she was up for. Their sex life had been great for quite a number of years, Marianne had made sure of that. The Club had been Rick's idea and she'd had no objections. To find out Rick was screwing anything in a skirt had infuriated her. She likely wouldn't have minded him having a little fling if he had  asked  - hell, she might have asked to  join  them or found herself another cute girl to fuck -- but he'd been such a fucking  sneak  about it. A lot of members of the Club found out about his indiscretions and what a heel he'd been -- and voted to revoke his membership. Marianne was allowed to stay, some members taking time out to specifically  ask  her to stay.

Marianne had not let herself get  too  out of shape, so it hadn't taken her long to get back into shape. There were more than a few members at the Gym who made passes at her, and not all of them were male. Being a modern woman and very open-minded, Marianne happily flirted back. Some of her admirers were younger, which was certainly flattering, although Marianne knew there weren't too many 35-year olds who looked as good as her. In a miniskirt and heels, she was once again turning heads and her social life was happily active. She wouldn't have considered herself a "Cougar", as was the current terminology, she dated  and  fucked whoever turned her head.

She had overdone it a bit today -- at the Gym and the Club -- Marianne's body was telling her that. Every inch of her felt achy and tired. One of her new friends at the Gym had told her about a Spa who did great massage and were very reasonable.  What the hell, it's Rick's money , she chuckled and called for an appointment. A lovely voice answered her call and the girl told Marianne they could take her at 4, which gave Marianne a chance to dash home, shower and change her clothes.

Sometime later, Marianne walked into the Spa, wearing a pale yellow blouse and snug denim mini with high heels. Even at the Spa, she turned a few heads and that brought a tiny smile to her lips.  It's been a while since I've had a good workout in the bedroom , Marianne thought,  once this is over, maybe I should check out some of these sexy Spa people. Failing that, maybe I should check my book and call someone. I could use a little fucking , she chuckled inwardly.

Marianne was pleased with their efficiency and found she didn't wait long -- a pretty blonde came over and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Tracey -- my husband Frank and I own the Spa. We'll be working on you today." The woman radiated warmth and Marianne took to her immediately.

"Both of you?"

Tracey nodded, flashing a dazzling row of perfect white teeth. "Our massages are  very  special, we don't just get rid of the knots, we make sure to relax you and pamper you. When we're done, you'll feel like a million dollars." Tracey gave Marianne a good, long look and commented "Wow -- you have great legs, all long and sexy and sleek. I bet you run or work out?"

Marianne smiled. "Yes, after my divorce, I re-committed to getting myself in great shape. As a matter of fact, I'm running a Marathon next month. I overdid it a bit today though, so that's why I'm here."

Tracey escorted her to the room in which Marianne was to get her treatment. "Wow, I wish my legs were that nice. Your -- boyfriend? -- girlfriend? -- lovers -- must go nuts over them." Marianne took an discreet, but admiring, glance at Tracey and saw nothing wrong with her legs, but she enjoyed the compliment.

Marianne chuckled. "As I said, I'm divorced, no special partner nowadays -- I am enjoying being single again. Tracey, you have great legs yourself. And I wish I had a tush like yours." Marianne blushed when she realized what she'd just said to the short-cropped, cute blonde, but Tracey laughed it off.

"Yep, I do have a nice butt, don't I? Anyway, here's Frank -- he'll explain what we're going to do."

Tracey's husband gave Marianna a very strong handshake as he greeted her. Frank looked very athletic, it turned out he was an ex-Football player. Frank explained that they'd get all the knots out of Marianne, then cover her with special oils that would sink into her body, relieving pain and tension. They took her into one of their massage rooms and showed her where she could undress. Tracey gave her a large towel which Marianne used to cover herself and lay down on the table.

Tracey started at the top and  ouch ! -- there certainly were a lot of knots and kinks to be worked out, more than Marianne would have expected. Once Tracey got past the initial stages, Marianne's pain began to diminish. Frank was on the bottom, working hard and massaging the soles of her feet and up her legs and calves. She was nowhere near as tense as when she walked in and felt her pains wafting away slowly.

"I think she's ready for Stage Two, honey" Tracey said to Frank, who agreed with her. The oils smelled wonderful to Marianne and within minutes, she was beginning to feel absolutely wonderful. Her aches were gone, she was relaxing and drifting, very aware how good everything felt -- she was almost aroused and as the couple massaged her, she sighed a few times and then, without being aware of it, she moaned.

"Oh -- excuse me, I didn't mean ... "

Tracey laughed it off. "Don't sweat it hon, our massages are very sensual and it happens all the time. We have lots of clients who come to our Spa  just  for our massages."

Frank nodded and said "Yep."

"I can see why!" Marianne laughed. "So, you just kind of shrug it off."

Tracey looked over at her husband, then back at Marianne. "Well,  most  of the time, we do." 

"Most of the time?"

"Yes. Most of the clients are just letting go of tension, and it's a normal response to stimulation. But every once in a while, we get a vibe from a client and ... "

"Yes ...?"

"Well, we have to be very careful, but if they're giving off that certain vibe and they're into it and we're into it, we ... "

Marianne turned around and cocked her head to one side. "Are you saying the massages get a bit more ...  intimate ?"

The couple looked at each other, then back towards Marianne and nodded in unison.

"How much more if I told you I'm feeling that kind of vibe and am very interested in ... "

Tracey waved her hand. "Oh, there's no extra fee. We're not selling sex, we're giving the client a special experience, one that all involved will enjoy."

"How does it work?" Marianne asked, curiosity piqued.

Tracey piped up again, seemed like Frank was more of the strong, silent type. "Once we're on the same page, whoever wants who just lets go and has a lovely time."

"Does that mean I could have you both?"

"If you want."

"Okay -- I  want ." Marianne took the first step -- she pulled the towel away and displayed her body in full. Tracey moved away and removed her clothing. She was striking, with a slender lean body, she couldn't have been much more than 120 pounds and matched Marianne's own body in height. She had gorgeous, perfect breasts and was lightly tanned -- very appealing. Marianne got up from the table and she and Tracey embraced, lips twisting together. The two naked beauties were then joined by Frank, who had a firm, athletic build. He had a few scars, likely from his football day, but they gave him a kind-of rugged charm. 

They threw some towels on the floor and lay Marianne down on top, Tracey adoring Marianne's long legs, Tracey was into legs and thought the tall blonde had the nicest stems she'd ever caressed. Tracey began with Marianne's feet, stroking them lovingly, then up the calves and Marianne's long sexy legs. It was agony, but not the agony Marianne's pain had been. This was a sexual, teasing agony, her legs were being stroked with sensual touches while Frank's strong hands massaged her upper body. 

"I want to feel your legs too -- you've got lovely legs" Marianne purred. She was happy that since she'd become single again, she'd shared her bed with a few female playmates, it lessened her fears about being able to satisfy lovely Tracey. Once she and Tracey swung into a  sixty-nine , Marianne knew what she was doing. The two playmates kissed each other's thighs and licked pussies, Tracey's cunt was as bare as a little girl's. As Marianne enjoyed the adulation of her thighs and pussy, Tracey's fingers still caressing her legs, she felt Frank's thick cock enter her cunt. Marianne groaned in passion. 

"Oh God, such a great big cock.  Fuck me  Frank, give me that cock!" Marianne groaned and resumed eating Tracey's sweet pussy, their hands stroking buttocks, thighs and legs. She wasn't relaxed any more, Marianne was on fire as Frank began fucking deep into her cunt. He moved hard inside of her, her pussy contracting around his cock and trying to milk his cock and balls. Tracey got to fuck this cock whenever she wanted -- lucky bitch! Had her ex-husband been this good a fucker, Marianne might have forgiven him his indiscretions.

Tracey murmured between licks "He knows how to use it, doesn't he lover? We don't lack playmates darling, believe you me. Show her honey -- give her all of that wonderful prick of yours." Tracey was really into the threeway with Marianne -- she was one of the sexiest babes they'd partied with in a long time. Her instincts had told her from the moment Marianne walked through the doors she was "their" kind of client -- was she  ever !

Frank may not have been the talkative sort, but his dick sure did the talking for him. Tracey had an idea -- she helped move Marianne's body around and now Marianne's mouth was around Frank's shaft while Tracey was between Marianne's long legs and licking her feverishly. Marianne had such great legs, she bet they looked great in garterbelts, suspenders and silk stockings -- the tall blonde was a va-va-voom honey and was Tracey not fully confident her husband adored her, she might have been jealous.

"Fuck your wife Frank -- I want to see you between  her  great legs!" Marianne sighed blissfully. Frank moved eagerly into his wife's cunt while Marianne positioned herself above Tracey, at first kissing and licking Tracey's sexy tits, then straddling Tracey's head and letting the beauty lick her cunt and thighs. Everyone's body was shaking with passion and it wasn't long before they all climaxed. Frank and Tracey got cloths and some more oils and massaged Marianne clean -- she could have gone another round, but it was later in the day, so she got dressed and made her way out front to pay the bill.

Tracey gave Marianne a gentle, discreet kiss as she left and handed her a business card, whispering "Next time you want a  massage , call ahead -- we'll always make time for you, count on it. Oh, if you bring us another client -- we'll give you our  special  discount."

That gave Marianne an idea of her own. She reached into her pocket and drew out a gold-embossed business card. Marianne was certain the other members would readily approve of the handsome couple. "Please, accept my invitation to visit me here. I'm sure you'll have a great time and I can practically guarantee you'll drum up some extra business for the Spa."



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Note -- The character Cindy is borrowed (with permission) from Little_Asian_Cherry. Enjoy!

*

Jess was right, I was more than ready to cum again. Watching Cindy, our Asian goddess, tied to the table with a panty-gag in her mouth getting tongued by Nikki had me...standing at attention, to say the least. And, Jess's nude and watchful form guiding everyone's actions just made the entire scene all the more erotic. Nikki fell to her knees in front of me, took my hard eight inches in her hands and began stroking me with vigor. Her eyes watched me enjoy her attention, and after a few moments her mouth opened and fell to my cock. Her tongue teased me expertly, her mouth working to take every inch.

And as she went to work on me, Jess proceeded to work with Cindy. Cindy's sob-moans were still fresh in our ears, and Jess, it would seem, was determined to revert them to moans of lust instead of desperation. My eyes lingered briefly on Nikki as she worked to deep-throat me, and continued on to watch the show Jess was offering.

Jess removed the nipple clamps which Cindy had seemingly enjoyed so recently. Jess stepped out of the room briefly and returned with a small cup of ice cubes and a vibrator. She sat them next to Cindy and suddenly leaned forward and began suckling Cindy's nipples. Cindy's response was a quiet, but obviously still audible moan. And as her lips pulled away, she lifted a single cube from the cup. She lowered it slowly, near Cindy's belly-button. As the cube made contact, Cindy's breathed in sharply with a light shiver. Jess smiled to herself and trailed it around her stomach slowly, before leading it towards her chest. Cindy's skin must have been red-hot, leaving a trail of water as the ice melted along her skin. The ice began circling Cindy's full breasts, causing her chest to heave slightly with quickened breath. Jess took another cube and began circling both of Cindy's now fully erect nipples. Cindy's entire body was shivering, rocking with the cold and the desire of it all. Jess's eyes met mine as she set the cubes to the side and picked up the vibrator.

"I should warn you...the ice isn't the only thing I got from the freezer. Chris...how would you like to take the place of the vibrator?"

With that brief warning to Cindy and question to me, she pushed the vibrator ever-so-slowly into Cindy's soaked pussy. Only when it was almost entirely in did she turn it on, clearly on a low setting. But as tormented as poor Cindy was, her moan was nearly bestial. And that, coupled with Nikki's expert efforts with her mouth and tongue, was enough to push me to the edge again.

"Nikki, I'm going to cum..."

Cindy's eyes, which had been closed for most of the recent torture locked on mine. You could see the desire and, more to the point, the desperation there as she watched me cum while clearly wishing she could. Nikki tongued danced circles around the tip of my cock and her fingers played with my balls as I emptied stream after stream of cum into her throat. And, as always, she managed to swallow every drop flawlessly. I helped her back to her feet and she kissed my cheek with a wink. 

"Always the sweetest cum, Chris."

I laughed a little uncomfortably and walked over to Cindy's body. My fingers trailed along her body, pausing only to gently caress and fondle her breasts. She was...gorgeous. And then, rather suddenly, Jess pulled the vibrator out of Cindy. 

"She was getting too close to cumming..." Jess said, before licking the vibrator slowly. "Mm, she does taste good..."

Cindy's eyes grew unnaturally large as Nikki and I took turns briefly fingering her and tasting her. While we did this, Jess removed the gag from Cindy's mouth, only to place it over her eyes as a blindfold. 

"You're right, Jess." Nikki was happily licking Cindy's cunt juices off her fingers. "Her pussy tastes amazing...she must have a lucky boyfriend."

"He-" Jess slapped Cindy again, for daring to speak before being invited.

"Cindy...you're going to have to wait for my permission. But...very well. Tell them how much pleasure your boyfriend gives you..."

"He..." Her voice trailed, softly, as if she was scared of Jess striking her again. When she didn't, Cindy continued. "He doesn't eat me out... He barely ever fingers me... Mostly he just wants head or a quickie. So...so I always have to get myself off later. Please...just let me cum. I'll do whatever you want. I'll do anything. I'll be your private fucktoy -- I DON'T CARE! JUST LET ME CUM!" At this point Jess slapped her again.

"Dear me...I said you could talk. Not yell. One more time and its back to tasting your panties, ma'am."

Cindy soft whispered, "Please...just let me cum...please..." As Jess gestured for us to follow her outside. 

In the hallway, where we could briefly talk in private, Jess smiled.

"Nikki, Chris... I wanted this teasing to go on for the whole night, but the more I think of it... Well, if her worthless boyfriend isn't getting her off, maybe she's been through enough deprivation already. Besides...she did agree to be a fuck-toy. I can think of plenty of fun to fill the night with that arrangement."

Jess smirked, always a sign of mischief and often a sign of desires to be fulfilled.

"I don't know about you two ladies but I'd love the chance to fuck her-" I tried to say, but was cut off by Nikki.

"Personally, I think she'd prefer a good tonguing over a hard cock..."

Jess shook her head with certainty. "No...I've got a better idea. If we're going to end it early, let's make this something she can't rush." Jess continued onward to whisper our instructions to each of us and, once confirming we understood exactly what was expected of us and Cindy, we walked in. Jess smiled at Cindy after we entered and spoke kindly.

"We've decided to show you mercy. Well, some mercy, at least. Have you ever cum from just having your nipples and boobs played with? It is possible...if you're aroused and deprived enough... And, after our little games so far, I imagine you are."

Nikki and Jess, at that point, walked to either side of Cindy. Their mouths fell to her nipples which were beyond erect -- they nearly screamed and cried for attention. Together, they suckled both of her nipples heartily. Their hands caressed her sides and came to her breasts, fondling them roughly. All the while Cindy's body writhed with desire and desperation, fighting for an orgasm she needed beyond any need and couldn't rush. My hands came to rest on her inner thighs, leading to her quivering ever-so-slightly. My fingers trailed upwards, nearing her pussy but never making contact. Jess's instructions were clear...no sexual contact until she was actually experiencing orgasm, but I could trail nearby. My lips were near her warmth, wanting to make contact and relish in her taste. But still, I waited. Only a few sounds could be heard. Cindy's deep moans and quick breathing, interspersed with occasional soft begging to let her cum. Nikki and Jess's suckling of Cindy's nipples, almost certainly while fingering themselves a bit in the moment. And to these sounds, I pursed my lips and blew, every so softly, on Cindy's swollen clit. And this, apparently, was enough. 

Her body seized with pleasure as she desperately gasped for air. Nikki and Jess, as we had discussed, held her down and began suckling Cindy's nipples ever harder. And as Cindy's hips thrust forward and her legs strained so strongly against their restraints, I lowered my lips to her clit and licked it... I licked and sucked her clit, being far less gentle than I'd ever been with one before. But it was Jess's idea...to suddenly give her that particular intense pleasure, and perhaps overwhelming somewhat to the point of pain, in the moment of her orgasm. And it seemed to work, as for over a minute her body's spasms, her stressed and beleaguered breathing, and her moans and screams didn't cease. And all at once, her body fell limp to the table. Her exhausted, sweaty body seemed to have no ounce of energy left to muster. Jess, Nikki, and I undid her restraints in silence and, as Cindy lifted her head with what seemed to be great effort she whispered-

"Thank you..."



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The disembodied British voice continued, "Donna has chosen Melissa (#2), Debra (#3), Candace (#5), and Gina (#10)." Annie supplied the rankings, whispering in Sylla's ear while rubbing up against her. The group had disappeared into the shadows of the uppermost level before Sylla realized that she had never even looked at any of them but Donna.

"Barbie would be next," Annie said. "But she's at a conference in Geneva. She's some kind of...theoretical mathematician. I know, I know," she continued, as Sylla shook her head in disbelief. "She's every nerd's wet dream. She's a black belt in, like, everything. She's Einstein-smart. She's the fourth best in The Club. And she's named Barbie." They laughed together.

"Candace comes after Barbie, but she's with Donna," Annie continued. "She was the one that looks like a naughty librarian."

Sylla shook her head. "I didn't exactly...notice anyone other than Donna," she admitted.

Annie giggled. "Yeah, Donna has that effect. Candace is another special case. We call her the Watcher. Or the Voyeur. You'll almost never see her taking part in any of the sex, but she's always watching. She's very odd. Almost like an autistic, maybe? I guess savant is the right word. Either way, don't ask her about it unless you want a 12-part lecture series on the subject."

A few moments later, a solitary woman walked down the steps from the top tier. Her long black hair obscured her eyes, but she wore a wolfish smile. She was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, atypical among the women Sylla had seen so far. Her clothing masked everything about her body. She walked right up to the couch and fixed her predatory stare on Annie. "Hello, Annie. Hello, Sylla. Seen Samael around?" She didn't wait for an answer, but reached out and grabbed the nearest angel, who paled instantly. "No? Oh, well. Have a fun night." She spun around and walked away without looking back dragging her chosen angel behind her. The angel looked about frantically, an emotion not unlike fear written across his face.

"What was that about?" Sylla asked.

"I don't know," Annie whispered, visibly shaken. "That's Nikki. She's ranked 6th."

"That angel she grabbed looks terrified."

Annie nodded. "Nikki is sort of legendary for her...oral abilities. It's agreed that she is second only to Donna with her mouth. That poor man is in for one hell of a night if she's taking him alone."

"Nikki has chosen a Ruler," the British voice announced as Nikki and her angel disappeared into the shadows.

"I'll be taking Lily (#8) and Carla (#9) for my own amusement this evening," the voice continued. "Feel free to start without me, ladies."

"That's Lana who does the announcing at Gatherings," Annie explained to Sylla. "She's 7th and still moving up. It's said that her defeat of Lily was nothing short of epic. It was Lily's first loss in the Club."

From the second highest tier arrived an intoxicatingly attractive woman wrapped in layers of translucent silks. As she descended the steps to the bottom tier, a number of Members fell into step behind her. When she reached the lowest tier, Amy stepped into line behind her. The woman walked straight towards Sylla.

Claire glared down at her. "You were foolish to challenge us. Ignorance is no excuse. And you will pay for your temerity." She spun on her heel and walked away. "We accept your challenge," she announced as she strode towards the stairs. Her followers trailed after her, some glaring icily at Sylla, others acknowledging her with a noncommittal nod. Amy remained, staring at Sylla for a long moment before turning away with a mysterious smile on her face.

"That's not good," Annie whispered as soon as they were out of earshot. "You need to apologize and see if you can undo some of the damage."

Sylla shook her head. "Don't worry about me. I can handle anything they throw my way. I watched Amy's videos. I can handle her easily."

"She's changed since she joined the Cabal," Annie insisted. "She's more powerful now, more confident. Claire uses rituals to make them all better. Don't underestimate her!"

Sylla added 'gullible' to her mental list of Annie's less flattering personality traits and waved her hand dismissively. "We'll see," she said.

The choosing continued. The only other absentee was Tamika, who, Annie explained, liked to come in late and crash other Member's parties. None of the other higher ranked Members descended to the lowest tier, instead choosing Members and angels from the higher levels.

Lydia and Liana intercepted Brandy (#32) as she walked into the arena and the three of them selected an angel each.

When Belle's name was called, Sylla looked over to see a single pale hand raise and wave casually from amidst a writhing mass of limbs. "Belle has chosen not to wait her turn and is already busily servicing a horde of Rulers," Lana announced dryly.

"I guess that just leaves you and me," Annie murmured seductively, stretching out on to her back and biting her lower lip. "Who you gonna choose?" she asked impishly.

Sylla favored Annie with a steamy look and climbed on top of her, running her lips lightly over the girl's neck as Annie writhed and murmured beneath her. With patient and deliberate care, Sylla manipulated Annie's arms until they were stretched over her head. She slithered higher up Annie's body, dangling her breasts tauntingly over the girl's mouth. "Let me get you out of that dress," Annie begged.

Ignoring Annie, Sylla reached between the cushions and pulled out one end of the handcuffs, slipping it around Annie's thin wrist and clicking it shut. "Oooh, kinky!" Annie purred. "But maybe you should let me restrain you this time. Let me show you what I'm capable of..." Sylla secured Annie's other wrist and climbed off her body, looking around. "Hey, where you going? Gonna get us some angels? Great idea!" Annie called up to her.

Sylla motioned a pair of nearby angels to join her. She studied them for a moment. They'll do, she thought. "You," she began, addressing the angel with the larger erection. "Do you know who I am?"

The angel bowed his head and replied, "Yes, Mistress Sylla. How may I serve you?"

"Do you know my rank?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress Sylla. You are ranked 33rd, having defeated Mistress Annie last night," the angel replied.

"That's right. And if I understand correctly, you have to do anything I say and Annie can't overrule it?

The angel nodded gravely. "Only a higher ranked Member can overrule your orders."

"Come on, Sylla, hurry up. I want you!" Annie whined from behind her.

"Perfect. What's your name?" Before the angel could answer, Sylla interrupted him. "It doesn't matter. Your name is 'Top'," Sylla said. "I want you to put your cock in Annie's mouth and shut her up." The angel instantly moved to comply. "Keep her quiet and don't be gentle about it," she added.

"Hey, what are you--" Annie began before the angel grabbed her by the hair and forced his cock deep into her throat. Annie's instincts took over and she began to suck lustily as she stared at Sylla and made muffled sounds of consternation.

"Much better," Sylla announced, turning to the second angel and smiling sweetly. "You're Bottom. Your job is to ravish the rest of her body. How long can you two handle her?"

Top answered while Bottom moved himself between Annie's legs and hiked her dress up. "We can handle her as long as you want, Mistress Sylla." Sylla folded her arms and gave him a dubious look.

"Handcuffed like this, maybe an hour if we trade off," Bottom offered in a quiet voice as he slid his cock inside of Annie, who screamed loudly in pleasure. Top quickly forced his large cock back into her mouth and flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry, Mistress Sylla," he muttered.

"Keep her busy until I come back and tell you otherwise," Sylla ordered. "If you need help, get another angel. Or two. Just make sure there is a dick in her mouth at all times."

Sylla smoothed her dress and looked around the room, scanning for the angels who had caught her eye earlier.

"Betrayal!" Lana gleefully announced over the speakers. "Cheeky! Our newest member has abandoned Annie to two, no, three ravenous Rulers. Who will be her next victim?"

Sylla could feel every eye in the Gathering upon her. She felt electrified. And powerful. Never had she felt so alive and formidable. She unzipped her dress and allowed it to fall to the floor, leaving her completely naked. She revolved slowly, encouraging every man and woman in the arena to drink in her body.





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Sylla was no stranger to group sex. She had been with men and women in every combination conceivable. She knew every trick in the book. Before joining The Club, her crowning sexual achievement had been an epic battle against Jack and Lisa, the leaders of the city's most exclusive (or so she had thought) sex club. They had attacked her together, controlling her with their combined strength and passion. In most three-way situations, victory involved turning one of the participants into an ally, and overwhelming the third. Then, it was a simple matter of dominating the remaining partner. Jack and Lisa, however, were wise to that game and had kept all of their focus on Sylla.

They had fucked her in position after position, before a cheering audience, until Sylla had caught them off guard and defeated them both simultaneously. And although they had been the best Sylla had ever faced, she now understood that Jack and Lisa were mere amateurs.

The Twins were an entirely new experience. Their every action was perfectly synchronized. They fucked her like a single lover with two mouths, four hands, and two magnificent cocks. They pinched her nipples in perfect unison as one twin slipped his tongue into her mouth and the other slid his tongue into her pussy. Their hands caressed her body in precise symmetry. And when one twin forced his cock into her mouth, the other entered her pussy. Sylla moaned and came, writhing beneath their concerted effort.

They flowed across her body, constantly switching positions, but never for an instant relenting. She mentally named them Swede 1 and Swede 2, but lost track of which was which several times as the ecstasy overwhelmed her. It was Swede 1, she thought, who first spoke to her as he straddled her chest, sliding his cock between her sweat-covered breasts and occasionally into her mouth. "Your performance against the other Rulers tonight was most impressive," he remarked with a distinct European accent. "We enjoyed it immensely," Swede 2 added, casually sliding his cock in and out of her pussy from a standing position at the edge of the couch.

"You should not feel bad that we are too much for you together," Swede 1 continued. "Individually, we would be no match for you." Swede 2 picked up where his brother had left off. "Together we can take down any woman at this tier."

Sylla grinned up at them. "Boys," she purred seductively. "You truly are quite fantastic, but you don't really think you're too much for me, do you?" She gave her hips a slight thrust meeting Swede 2's cock and gripping it slightly with her pussy as she wrapped her lips around the head of Swede 1's cock and sucked gently, teasing the underside with her tongue. The twins moaned in unison. Sylla giggled.

The twins exchanged a look and immediately moved into action. As Swede 1 climbed off of her chest, Swede 2 pulled out and rolled her onto her stomach. Swede 1 trailed his fingers lightly along the length of her body as he positioned himself behind her. Sylla sucked in a breath and moaned as he slid his cock into her ever-hungry pussy. Swede 2 sat directly in front of her and forced her mouth down onto his cock. She took it greedily.

"As we were saying," Swede 2 continued as he forced his entire cock into her throat, "Individually, we are only as good as any of the other Rulers," Swede 1 told her while slamming his cock into Sylla's pussy, his thighs slapping against her ass. "With a few notable exceptions," Swede 2 admitted. "But together, we are better than any four rulers combined," Swede 1 finished. He accented his statement with a particularly hard thrust as his brother held his cock deep in Sylla's throat.

"It is nearly time for the challenge match," Swede 1 observed. "We'll finish you off now so you can sit back and enjoy the show," Swede 2 remarked.

Sylla's eyes widened as the twins began to increase their pace, always in perfect unison. The combined rhythm was intoxicating and she knew that she could easily be swept away if she allowed herself to relax. Just a week ago, these two would have been far too good for her to handle, she realized. What they were doing to her could never have been matched by even someone as talented as Samael on his own. But Sylla had grown over the last few days. Her power was swelling. And nothing could stop her tonight.

She could finish any man with her mouth with ease. And she had overwhelmed even Samael as he had taken her from behind. No reason at all she couldn't do both at once, she decided. Sylla smiled to herself as she began to match Swede 2 thrust for thrust, pushing back against his hips as she wrapped her hand around Swede 1's cock and began pumping it rapidly while she bathed the head with her tongue. Their bodies stiffened in unison. Hands grips her hips and head simultaneously, both trying to stop her from taking control of the pace, but Sylla could not be stopped.

She bucked backwards harder. Pumped her fist faster. Moaned and writhed and let her passion take over. The Twins' perfect synchronicity began to falter. Swede 2 was attempting to match Sylla's pace with his own thrusts, but couldn't keep up. With every mismatched thrust he let out a soft cry of pleasure. Swede 1 was gripping her shoulders tightly, taking deep steadying breaths, but every time she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock he moaned and shook. "Switch!" he shouted.

Swede 2 quickly pulled out and moved to relieve his brother, but Sylla kept him trapped with her mouth. She reached out blindly and caught the second man's cock in her left hand and began to pump it rapidly. She guided him with firm pressure, snaking her own body sideways until the brothers were sitting side by side on the couch and Sylla was kneeling between them, pumping their cocks with either hand and darting her mouth back and forth between them.

The Twins, she instinctively realized, were strongest when they were acting in perfect unison, but were extremely vulnerable when broken apart. She pumped madly with her left hand while stroking gently with her right hand. She took one cock deep into her throat then teased the other with the tip of her tongue only. The Twins had ceased struggling. They leaned against each other, moaning in pure ecstasy. Sylla waited until they were on the verge of cumming together and then abruptly released them. "Very impressive, boys," she told them. "But you'll have to finish each other off. I have another date. And you're unworthy."

Sylla stood and turned. Her final lover was standing at the center of the group of awe-struck angels. The others took a step back as her eyes passed over them, but her Batman stood his ground, watching her impassively. They stood staring at each other for a long moment. His arousal was clear, but he betrayed no other emotion, merely staring into her eyes. Sylla's body glistened with the sweat of her exertion and glowed with the sexual energy that poured through her body. I'm just getting warmed up, she thought.

She took a step towards Batman and the other angels backed further away. "Come, Master Wayne. Escort me to a couch next to the stage so that I might have a front row view of the action while I ride you." Batman silently offered her his arm and she curled her fingers around his strong bicep. Sylla's body temperature was off the charts following her exertions, but his firm muscle felt warm beneath her fingers. "You're a quiet one," she observed as he led her to a stage-side couch and laid on his back, pulling her gently on top of himself.

To her surprise, he enveloped her in a deep, passionate kiss. She ran her fingers through the fine hair covering the strong muscles of his chest and sighed with contentment. This was her kind of man. Strong, masculine, and silent. Self-confident, but not arrogant. He wasn't trying to physically dominate her or impress her with his sexual abilities. He was kissing her like a true lover. Like she hadn't been kissed in longer than she could remember. Is this a trick? she wondered distantly as she melted into his arms.

Somehow, only minutes after dominating no less than five sexual experts, she felt like a teenage girl, making out with the star quarterback behind the bleachers. She was wetter than she had ever been in her life. His cock was throbbing between them and she rubbed the her body against it. His strong hands held her tightly and she moaned into their kiss. I'm glad I saved this one for last, she thought as she slid her body up the length of his torso and then down again, finally drawing his cock inside of her.

They moaned into each other and she pulled back slightly, breaking off the kiss. She wanted to look into his eyes while she rode him, but he reached up and took her head firmly between his hands and held her lips less than an inch from his own. "I need to speak with you, Sylla," he whispered softly into her mouth.

"Shhh," she quieted him with a kiss. "No words." She raised herself up, her hands pressing against his stomach and began to ride him. She raised her hips until only the tip of his cock was inside of her and she quivered with emptiness and longing. Slowly, she lowered herself down, every inch of his cock sending waves of pleasure through her entire body until she had him completely inside of her. He filled her perfectly and her body shook with a silent orgasm. She kissed him softly, passionately, their tongues caressing each other like lovers.

"You are worthy," she whispered. He pressed his hips up into her, filling her again and again with his cock, and she came at once, crying out and digging her nails into his chest.

He was speaking to her again, she realized. Whispering to her almost inaudibly, their lips brushing together with every word. "It's important," he was saying. "It has to be now, when no one can hear us and the cameras can't see what we're saying." His hands were roaming her body as he spoke, caressing the long muscles of her back and squeezing her firm ass.

Sylla raised herself up and shook her head. "No talking. Not tonight." Her lover looked up at her, frowning, but he didn't say a word. His eyes were pleading with her to bend over so he could continue their hidden conversation, but Sylla was having none of it. He began to pull her back downwards and though she fought against it, he was too powerful.

"Please, Sylla, you need to listen," he managed before she forced herself back up again. He glared at her in exasperation. Sylla patted his chest softly.

"We can talk another time," she promised him. "Tonight, I just want to ride you and watch the match. And if you can last through the whole thing, you'll get a reward," she added with a steamy twinkle in her eye. "You are worthy, lover."

But he wasn't satisfied with her assurances. Every time their faces came together he began whispering until she sat up in frustration. "You two, get over here!" she snapped at a pair of nearby angels who hurried over. "Handcuff his hands down."

The angels each grabbed one of his wrists and began pulling them into position but Batman resisted, holding his arms out of reach of the cuffs. With both hands they pulled against him, but he held his arms rock still, his biceps bulging with the effort. Sylla leaned seductively over him, her nipples dangling inches above his face. "I command you to allow them to bind you."

For a long moment, he merely looked up into her eyes. Finally, with a sigh of acceptance, he relaxed and allowed himself to be restrained. "Very good!" Sylla said cheerily. "Now, gag him."

Batman bucked beneath her, but with his hands bound, his resistance was futile. Sylla rode him expertly while the two angels slipped a gag into his mouth. She dismissed them with a wave of her hand and looked down at him. "Don't look so upset, baby," she told him as she began to gently rock her body back and forth against his cock. "You brought it on yourself. And anyway, the match is about to begin. I want to watch."



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"I really want her," I repeated in a low voice, speaking to Luke but glancing at Paul as he stood next to me and touched my hip. 

I watched as Luke started to walk over to the Asian beauty, meeting her halfway. As he opened his mouth to speak, she shook her head as she walked past him to me. When she was within reach, her fingers brushed down my cheek to my jaw as she pulled me toward her for a kiss. 

"What's your name, pretty?" She asked, her lips pressed against mine, her voice soft and husky.

"I'm Ree," I replied, gasping slightly as she drew my bottom lip in between her teeth for a light nibble.

She pulled back, brushing my hair back from my face. "Hi Ree. I'm Ana." 

I felt her fingertips glide from my jaw down my neck and over my collarbone. Her touch gave me chills and she lightly stroked my breast, brushing her fingers softly against my nipple. Ana's other hand found one of mine and placed it over her breast. "Touch me, Ree."

With my other hand, I slid my hand down to her waist and pulled her close so that our breasts were brushing against each other, my hand gently cupping her breast and lowering my head to suck her nipple into my mouth. I felt the nub harden against my tongue, her skin tightening in response.

On a moan, Ana stepped forward, pushing me back against the bed until I was sitting and she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. Her fingers were in my hair, tugging my head upward, until my mouth lifted from her nipple to find her mouth. Her lips soft but insistent on mine, our tongues tangled together, and I slid my hands down her body to her thighs, enjoying the feel of the soft skin. I teased her gently by drawing the tips of my nails over her inner thighs causing her to squirm on my lap for a moment.

Ana drew her mouth away from mine and I felt her tongue and teeth against the side of my neck, causing me to gasp and writhe against her. Without moving her mouth away from my sensitive neck, she moved off of my lap and gently pushed me down until I was reclining on the mattress. I groaned as I felt her mouth move from my neck to my breast as her hand slid down my body and gently pulled my legs apart a little. I arched my back as she gently drew her fingers up and down the outside of my labia, gently teasing and playing against my skin. My hips moved, as if they had a mind of their own, to try to get more pressure from her fingers, but she continued her gently teasing strokes. When she finally dipped a finger inside my pussy, I cried out in pleasure, briefly closing my eyes. I opened them to find Luke and Paul watching us intently; they weren't the only audience we had, but they were the only I cared about. 

My head fell back against the mattress as Ana continued to stroke the sensitive skin. "Oh, so wet," she murmured against my breast, and sliding two fingers into me and using her thumb against my clit.

As she was kneeling next to me, I could follow her lead and drew my hand down her body to slide over her slick pussy lips and into her warmth. Since this was the first time feeling another woman so intimately, I took my time feeling her silken smoothness and playing with her lips and clit. Ana moaned against my breast as I slipped two fingers inside of her. Thinking about what I like and wanting to make her moan again, I began twisting my fingers slightly as I moved them in and out of her, and I was rewarded for my efforts. 

After a moment, she shifted so that my fingers slipped out of her, kissing down my body. Glancing up, I saw that our audience had their cocks in hand appreciating the show, and I slid my pussy moistened fingers in my mouth for the first taste of her.

While the plan was to suck on my fingers to entice them, that first taste of Ana left me wanting to taste more of her. As I licked my fingers clean, I felt her torso brushing the insides of my thighs and her breath hot on my mound. When I felt her tongue slide over my pussy lips, I moaned, thrusting my hips up. She moved as my hips did, keeping the same light pressure of her tongue against my skin, and my hands moved on their own volition to touch her head lightly. Ana lifted her head and looked over at Luke.

"I think she needs someone to hold her hands," Ana said to him before smiling slyly at me.

Luke grinned, sliding onto the bed, leaning down to kiss me as he took one of my small, pale hands in each of his large, dark ones. Kneeling at my head, he pulled my arms over my head and lightly held them in place above my head. When I tested it, he kept the strong, but gentle hold on me, stretching me out. He didn't hurt me, but it was enough to let me know that he was going to keep me in place.

Working her tongue between my folds as her fingers slowly twisted in and out of me, Ana was driving me crazy. She kept me on the edge of cumming, pulling back slightly when I was close and letting me calm down for a moment before diving back in. After several minutes like this (which felt like an eternity), Ana began sliding three fingers in and out of my dripping pussy, twisting and curving so that she was rubbing against my g-spot as she wrapped her lips around my clit, sucking and thrashing my clit with her tongue.

My climax was instantaneous and massive, and I screamed with pleasure. She moved her mouth from me and slowed her fingers down, but kept the contact as I calmed down. Once I was able to form coherent thoughts again, I looked down at Ana.

"I want to taste you," I said softly to her. I felt Luke release my hands and rub my arms lightly, and I sat up. 

Leaning into Ana, I slid my hand into her hair, pulling her forward for a kiss. I lightly licked her lips, tasting me on her, before kissing her deeply, pushing her onto her back. I felt her tangle her fingers in my hair as I licked and nibbled down her neck, across her collarbone, to her breast. While my lips and tongue played with one nipple, my fingers played with the other. I loved the feel of her nipple and areola under my tongue, the way her skin tasted. 

I continued to work my way down her body with my mouth, pausing at her navel to kiss and lick around her belly button, making her laugh. At the tug of her hands on my hair, I lifted my head and grinned at her. I slid further down her body and between her legs, first kissing up one thigh before running my tongue up the crease of her leg and repeating the same on the other leg. Her scent was intoxicating, and I wanted nothing more than to dive in and taste her, but I also wanted to tease her as much as she teased me. 

I lifted my head to watch her as I stroked the soft, smooth skin of her labia, leaning down to run my tongue lightly over the skin my fingers just stroked. I slowly added more pressure with my fingers on each stroke until the soft, wet, hot skin enfolded my fingers. With my other hand, I spread her lips, exposing her clit. I took a tentative first lick at her clit, but her taste (and subsequent moan) was enough to make me less tentative. Using my tongue to take broad strokes against her clit, I slid two fingers into her tight, dripping pussy and twisted them as I moved them in and out of her. I lifted my head, using the thumb of my free hand to rub her clit as I fucked her with my fingers.

"Use three, Ree," Ana commanded, breathless, "And harder." I complied, sliding three fingers in her and twisting them in and out of her harder and faster. I moved my mouth back to suck on her clit, flicking my tongue against it as I sucked it into my mouth. I heard Ana's breathing changed as her hips started bucking back against my mouth and fingers, and moved the hand fucking her faster, twisting to rub against her g spot. Her body tensed under my mouth, her pussy clamping down around my fingers, as she cried out in orgasm. It was so beautiful and stunning to watch and I felt myself getting hornier.

Not wanting it to become too intense, I backed off, resting my head against her thigh as I gently stroked her smooth wet skin, waiting for her to come down. 

"Wow, Ree," Ana said, sounding breathless.

"Did you enjoy?" I asked, looking up at her anxiously. 

She sat up, pushing me up to my knees as well, kissing me fully. "Yes. Couldn't you tell?"

I shrugged, suddenly shy. She kissed me again, her tongue exploring my mouth. 

"Spread your legs for me, Ree," Ana whispered against my mouth. 

I complied, running my hands over her shoulders and breasts as she moved around. With her movements, I quickly realized what she was doing, and slid my hips toward hers until our pussies were touching, the smooth, wet skins sliding against each other. 

Ana reached down, opening first her lips and then mine so that our clits could rub directly against each other. At her touch, my head fell back and I groaned, my hips moving on their own accord. As I had one arm behind me holding me up, the other stroked the soft skin of her breast. She held onto my hip as we worked our pussies against each other, her fingers digging into my skin. I could feel her wet pussy lips sliding against mine, hear the sounds of our wet pussies slurping against each other. Her mouth found mine, our tongues tangling with each other. I sucked on her tongue, sliding mine against it, tasting her. 

I felt my climax starting again, and starting working my hips faster, rubbing myself harder against her. Ana's head fell back and she moaned, matching the pace of my hips with an increase of her own hips. When my orgasm hit, I was dimly aware of calling out Ana's name, feeling her grip my hip tighter as her own climax hit, and I fell back against the bed. A few moments later, Ana landed on top of me and rolled us so that we were laying on our sides facing each other.

"So, Ree," Ana began, pausing to kiss me softly as she stroked my hair away from my face. "Did you get what you wanted?"

I smiled. "Yes. But now, I want more of you."

Ana laughed softly. "I think that can be arranged."



The Club Ch. 04



The Club (Part 4) Charlotte 

After the breathing calmed a bit, I sat up and looked at David. "Welcome to the club."

He got an odd look on his face and asked, "Is it always like this here?"

Annie smiled, "Oh you have no idea. I think your students may want to teach you a thing or two."

"Students?" he asked.

She pointed to the back wall, where a face peeked from behind a curtain. I noticed David immediately blush, "Dan, I'd like you to meet Charlotte."

Charlotte stepped from behind the curtain to expose a body that, though slightly overweight seemed very well preserved for her fifty-two years. She walked over and took David by the hand, saying, "Come with me, I think I'd like to work a bit on your backhand."

David looked helplessly at me and then followed her out of the room.

I noticed Annie looking down at my cock, now hard again. "You liked Charlotte I see."

"She's fifty two?"

"Hard to believe, but yes, fifty two."

"I wonder what she is like in action," I replied.

"Ah, who's the lecherous one now? We can always look in."

"Hmm... that sounds interesting. I have to wonder about him, he's already come twice."

"Dan, he's nineteen, Charlotte will have him raring to go in no time. She's been looking for some enthusiastic oral for a while now anyway. I bet she can teach David a thing or two in that department."

"How do you know what Charlotte been looking for?" I asked.

"We talk, among other things."

"Other things?"

She grinned from ear to ear. "Oh yes, some very nice other things."

"Now that's a show I'd like to see," I said with a leer.

"Patience, patience, we have another show to watch now," she replied, taking my hand and leading me into another room. 

The room was dark, but along one wall I could see the activity in a brightly lit room, through a double mirror I looked upon Charlotte. She was sitting back in a chair, one leg draped over the arm, David stood watching, as she played with her clit.

Annie and I settled onto the couch that faced the double mirror and began watching. I noticed Annie's hand go immediately to her pussy, so I followed in suit, reaching for my cock.

Through the double mirror, we watched David kneel down between Charlotte's legs, ss he moved I noticed he sported another erection, and pointed.

"I told you he'd be ready," Annie said, as she began moving her fingers over her clit.

I began stroking my hard cock as David moved his head to Charlotte's very hairy pussy. "Damn, she's got a lot of hair," I commented.

"You should feel it, soft as silk, an incredible turn on."

Charlotte guided David to her with both hands and from the ecstatic look on her face, I could see he learned the oral arts quickly. Although I watched from behind, I could see his head dip as he moved his tongue down to enter her pussy and then rise as he moved up to her clit. He continued alternating between her clit and cunt for a while as she wiggled her hips in obvious delight.

Annie moaned slightly, so I shifted my gaze to her. Her right hand was circling very fast on her clit while her left hand was balled in a fist on the arm of the couch. I leaned over, reaching across her to take her hand. She immediately gripped my hand and moaned again. I watched her hips rise up and felt her squeeze my hand hard, she then fell back onto the couch with an audible sigh.

I returned my hand to my cock and began stroking again as I looked back into the room. Charlotte guided David's head with her left hand while her right hand pulled his hand up to her dripping opening. He took the hint and pushed his middle finger into her hole. Moving his head to glance up at her face, he immediately guided two more fingers into her hole and began fucking her with three fingers.

Her motion told the tale as she ground herself onto his face as he buried his fingers deep inside her. She suddenly pulled his head up, embracing him, crushing her breasts against his face. I quickened the pace on my cock as I watched him lay back on the floor. Charlotte grabbed his cock, holding it straight up as she descended upon him.

It was an incredible sight seeing this; her only slightly sagging body descend onto his youthful one. His cock disappeared inside her as she began moving up and down. David responded moving his hips, meeting her each time in mid stroke.

Annie noticed I was getting close to coming and kneeled between my legs, taking my cock into her mouth. For the second time today, I shot my hot come into her mouth while I watched David in action.

Annie sucked and swallowed, I could see David close his eyes and arch his back, driving himself upward, deep into Charlotte's well used pussy. She collapsed upon him and they lay together, both breathing very hard.

Annie finished cleaning me up with her mouth and rose up to kiss me. She hadn't swallowed all my come, so when we kissed, I tasted the bitter taste of myself. I held her tight as we shared the taste in a long and deep kiss. She settled onto my lap and whispered, "I think Charlotte liked David. It may be some time before I can pull her away for our show."

"I think perhaps we should save that for another day."

"I'll give her a call later in the week. Saturday sound good for you."

"Saturday would be nice," I said, wondering where our clothes were.



The Club Ch. 04



I helped her off the table since the ordeal seemed to drain her. I positioned the chair so she could observe what I was going to do to the first volunteer. I sat her down and kissed her, gently squeezing the bruise marked breasts. She shuddered and slumped into the chair, content from the orgasm and obviously still feeling the ache of the zippering. 

I helped the plugged and evacuated lady up onto the table. I had her lay on her back with feet pulled back and knees spread. I scooted her towards me so that her head hung down off the edge of the table. I had one of the onlookers find a wastebasket and bring it to me. While that was being done, I took out the instruments for the next scene. When the woman returned with a wastebasket, I placed it on the floor under her head, just in case it was needed. 

She looked lovely, head bent back, throat exposed and in position. I stroked her throat lovingly, running my fingers along the length of it. I think some in the crowd had an idea what was going to happen, but I knew they had no inkling of how it was going to be executed. The scene materialized as I took off my pants and shorts. With her head bent back and throat aligned, it was a natural.

Before I started, I needed two more items from the valise. Gasps emitted from some of the audience when they saw what was being retrieved. The sterile packages were self-explanatory. I solicited two volunteers to hold her arms down alongside the table legs, it was extremely important that her upper torso remain immobile.

I moved into position and placed my cock on her lips, which immediately opened to allow entrance. I pushed in part way and let her work on the head, sucking and covering it with her saliva. Her tongue was working wonders, my cock was already hard but was already erect, but she was making it rock hard. This went on for some time and then I couldn't wait.

I tore open one of the packages, took out the 20-gauge needle normally used for large injections. I pushed to the back of her mouth, and then holding her left nipple with my left thumb and forefinger, I placed the needle on the side of her nipple with my right thumb and forefinger. She winched a little when she felt the sharp tip, but didn't protest. 

With steady pressure I pushed the needle through her nipple. She opened her mouth wide to scream but I took the opportunity of an open throat to push my cock all the way in until my balls were against her nose. The pain in her nipple overrode any gag reflex, I doubt if she even knew what was happening. Her muscle reflexes in her legs lifted her hips straight up however.

Gradually she came back from her pain-induced semi-coma. Now she was starting to gag on my cock in her throat. I pulled out to allow her to breath. She turned her head and spit out the accumulation of saliva in her mouth, but was in control and didn't vomit which was what I was concerned about.

I tore open the second package and she knew now what that meant. Being a sub to be admired, when I placed my cock on her lips, she opened them willingly, even though she knew of the intense pain that would follow. 

I pushed my slimy cock into her mouth, no need to wait for her to coat it for this intrusion. She shuttered as I took her right nipple in my fingers, and when she felt the needle tip being placed on her nipple, she clamped her lips down on my cock. 

Nodding to the volunteers to clamp her arms tightly, I slowly pushed the needle through her right nipple. It was different this time; she opened her throat, but not to scream, to allow my cock to burrow into her throat. With my cock once again buried in her throat, I reached down and felt the stretched flesh; I could just barely feel the tip of my cock. 

Her hips had elevated with the piercing, but not as extreme as the first time. Now she wasn't gagging, but swallowing which was milking my cock in a most delicious way. I had to pull out, it was too intense and I didn't want to cum yet. 

I left the head of my cock in her mouth and cupped her face in my hands in a gesture of admiration. She purred in response to my salutation. I motioned to the volunteers to release her arms, and then helped her to slide down so her buttocks were at the other end of the table. I bent down to kiss her, a deep romantic kiss. Then I walked down to the opposite end of the table and admired the sight before me. Her legs were spread exposing her distended labia as well as the tail ending at the plug in her anus. 

I pulled the plug out of her anus and pushed my cock into the dilated orifice. The sphincter was stretched and allowed easy entry. The coating of the inner walls with the oil made a warm slippery tunnel that was easily penetrated. I pushed her legs back to allow full penetration. When my pelvis met her buttocks, we were locked completely. I remained motionless, reveling in the feeling of total control. 

Reaching up, I grabbed her breasts, one in each hand, being careful to avoid the needles. Squeezing them slightly and using them as an anchor, I began pumping in and out of her anal passage. My oil coated cock slipped easily through her sphincter, and with each thrust she pushed back against me to aid in the act. We set up a combined rythym, her thrusting on inward pushes and clamping down on my withdrawals. The slippery warm passage took it's toll, in less time than I wished I was buried deep in her and exploding, filling her with my cum. 

We lay still for a while, and as my cock began to soften and in danger of slipping out, I withdrew and replaced it with the plug, giving her aid in retaining it. She had one more ordeal to go through so I decided she had earned an orgasm.

I slipped two fingers into her vagina and pressed on the plug through the thin wall of flesh. With my other fingers, I spread her labia and using my tongue, licked up the inside of the aroused slippery lips. Her thighs responded by quivering, and her hips pushed down to intensify the pleasure. I went up one side and down the other, being careful to avoid that swollen nub of her clitoris. In spite of the lingering pain in her nipples, she was moaning now in lust, her vagina in spasms, which I could feel by my embedded fingers. 

Moans gave way to amplified grunts of lust, and then a pleading to achieve orgasm. My fingers were coated and the excess dripping down to gather around the portion of the protruding plug. Her head began thrashing around, out of control, so I relented and sucked her clitoris in between my lips, clamping them together to trigger the intense orgasm. 

I wasn't disappointed, her hips rose up burying her crotch into my face as she went over the edge and came. Her folds enveloped such sweetness, such passion, and me. 

Now for the culmination of the evening. I had reservations about this, but after watching her and her responses, I decided she was a special person who could take this. I retrieved a ball gag and a couple other items from the valise. I inserted the gag in her mouth and strapped it in place around her head. I recruited two more helpers to help keep her restrained; this would be a tough chore for the original two.

One of the items I had brought forth was a bottle of Merthiolate. I unscrewed the cap with the attached plastic rod applicator, made sure it was coated with the antiseptic, then placed the tip against the tip of the needle. Nodding to the assistants to get a firm grip, I held the nipple with my left finger and thumb, then pushed the applicator against the needle, pushing it out of the nipple and the rod of the applicator through the nipple. The burning of the medicine was far worse than the piercing, her legs tensed and her hips tried to rise, but the attendants were doing their job. 

Her jaw had clamped down on the gag, and her head was thrashing from side to side. The sight was grotesque and erotic at the same time. The rod sticking through her nipple, flesh stretched out to accommodate it. The orange liquid dribbling down from the entrance, the whole scene was unbelievable. Surprisingly there was no sound from the audience. I looked up and they were all in awe, most touching their breast, jaws dropped and silent. 

I took out a gold stud, removed the ball end cap, and slowly pushed the applicator out with it, allowing it to take its place. When the end pushed through, I screwed on the ball end cap and swabbed the entrance wounds with alcohol to clean off the antiseptic. Normally this would hurt, but the nipple was numb from the previous pain.

I retrieved the cap and applicator, dipped it in the bottle to coat it, and nodding to the assistants, proceeded to repeat the process. As the plastic rod entered her nipple this time, I got a reaction from the crowd. The shock of what they had seen before was now a reality and most moaned as the flesh parted to allow the larger rod enter. That along with the thrashing of her head and straining of legs to elevate hips or do anything to alleviate the pain had an effect. The murmur from the crowd was of disbelief coupled with intense erotic feelings.

As the needle popped out I again rotated the applicator, not because it was necessary, but to control the audience. It worked, moans swelled over the scene. I pulled it part way out and pushed it through again, reveling in the response from the audience. I was getting hard again, but I would spare her any more scenes, she had exceeded my expectations, besides I had a feeling we would meet again. 

I once again inserted the stud and released her from her captors. I removed the ball gag, helped her up, then cradled her in my arms. As she nestled into my neck, I whispered in her ear, "You may remove the studs when you get home, in a couple of weeks the holes will heal and you will be as you were, the antiseptic was to insure prevention of infection." She kissed my neck, then tenderly touched one of the studs, and said, " May I keep them." I assured her it was her choice.



The Club Ch. 04



Grace Chan was in a very happy mood. Her goal to become a successful female rocker was going along nicely. Her best friend and sometimes-playmate Hiromi had gotten them a gig at "The Club" playing some kind of exclusive party. She couldn't wait to break out her new guitar and strut her stuff. Being on stage and having an audience watch their all-girl band,  The Azianz  always gave Grace a real rush. The Grace of 8 years ago wouldn't have recognized the self-confident, sexy rock chick of today. Hiromi was being considered for membership in The Club, Grace knew, if they did well, it would cinch the deal. Grace didn't see what the big deal was, but Hiromi seemed really jazzed up about it and she'd always been a true friend to Grace, so she was determined to do a good job and really shine.

All her life, Grace had considered herself an ugly duckling. By the age of 12, she was already 5'8" and had not yet attained her full height of 5'10". She was odd looking and gawky, she wore braces on her teeth. No one paid much attention to Grace, so she immersed herself in her studies and became a Straight-A student. She had an early fascination with music and could play 3 instruments by the time she was 10, guitar, trumpet and piano. Her parents encouraged the piano, it was more feminine and ladylike, but Grace wanted to be a hot Rock Chick.

At 16, that goal seemed much more attainable. Everything changed. The braces came off, the boobs came out, she grew her hair long, she switched to miniskirts and heels. She was still a superlative student, but now she was a  hot  Straight-A student. She even caught a few teachers checking out her legs and butt and she figured "Let 'em look, it won't hurt and it'll help keep my grades up!"

Grace had always believed in setting goals, her parents had instilled that in her at an early age. She was determined to graduate with honors so that she could obtain a scholarship, then she could continue to use the money from her part-time modeling job to keep buying new clothes and sexy lingerie, some of which she could wear on stage. Another goal involved someone Grace had her eye on. Someone she wanted to fuck. Her music teacher, Alex Rogers, was built like a Greek God and Grace wanted to feel him fucking the hell out of her before she went off to college, just once. That was goal number Two, to fuck Alex, at least once. None of the boys she'd screwed measured up to him, in her opinion, Alex was the ultimate.

A few weeks before graduation, Grace learned she was indeed to graduate with honors, and had, in fact, been named Valedictorian. Grace was elated. One goal down, one to go.

The eighteen-year old had Goal Two in plain sight. She was going to make it happen and concocted one of the naughtiest, perviest plans imaginable. Grace's part-time job was  nude  modeling. Horny men paid good money to practice photography, taking photos of her naked, golden body from every angle. She struck a deal with Lenny, one of the more talented photographers. He would get one free session with her in exchange for a favor she wanted from him. Lenny was all for it, so Grace set about putting her devious little scheme into action.

On the last day of school, when almost everyone had gone to begin the summer vacations, Grace walked into Alex's classroom. She was dressed for success, high heels clicking on the tile floor. Alex was tidying up the room, putting instruments away, no one else was around.  Good . She was pleased that the room was semi-soundproofed; she planned to make a fair amount of noise. She locked the door behind her and strolled over to him, tapping him on the shoulder. He didn't fit the stereotypical picture of a music teacher, long blonde hair, broad-shouldered, tall and an engaging personality.

"Oh -- heya Grace, it's nice to see you. Congratulations on your being named Valedictorian, you deserve it. You worked very hard, it's quite an achievement."

"Thank you Alex, and thanks for helping me so much with my guitar. My band's playing a gig later this month; I'd love it if you could come. You've been a real inspiration and I'd like to thank you for that, so here's a small present for you." Grace handed Alex a small envelope, a puzzled look crossed his face as he opened the envelope. The puzzled look changed to an astonished look within seconds. He could barely look her in the face; he was so startled by her bold gesture.

"Grace, these pictures -- mood, you're ... "

"Naked as a jaybird, yep. Sexy, aren't they? I have a great body; I worked hard to get it. You can have that body Alex, you can touch it, you can see it up close and lover, you can  fuck  that body."

"Grace, I can't, it's .... "

"Alex, you  can . Why not? You're not married, I'm of age, I'm not your student anymore. If you met me at a Club and I approached you this way, you'd be crazy not to take me up on it. I've thought about fucking you for months and I'm determined to make those thoughts a reality -- so come on, let's go for it."

Alex looked at Grace, then glanced down at the pictures she had just given him. The naked girl in the pictures was smoking hot, long jet-black hair, round tits that were perfect, legs that seemed to go on forever. He looked up at the  real  girl standing in the room with him, not a photograph, but a living, breathing sexual being. It was risky, it could cost him his job -- but goddamn, Grace was offering it up to him on a silver platter and only a moron would turn her down. He was a talented musician and could work anywhere, but when was a smoking-hot Asian teen going to beg him to fuck her ever again?

"Okay gorgeous -- let's rock!" the hunky teacher joked, pulling her close and planting one on her. She smiled, pulled away and let her minidress slither to the floor. She'd worn stockings with garters and a trashy pair of stilettos, but no underwear -- it wasn't necessary and wouldn't have stayed on long. Grace's golden beauty was on full display and she moved over to his desk and hopped up on it, spreading her legs wide. She crooked her fingers at the attractive teacher, beckoning him close.

"Come on Alex lover, eat my pussy. I'll bet you're good."

Alex didn't want to brag, but the blonde-haired teacher prided himself on his oral skills. None of his exes had left him because he didn't put on a good show in the bedroom. He looked closely at Grace's sparsely-furred pussy, it was a work of art, tiny but perfect and as he began to lick her, her honey flowed, sweet to the taste. He ate the eighteen year old ferociously, sucking her clit and rubbing her pussy with the flat of his palm. Grace was over the moon -- he was as good as her fantasies, no, the fucker was  better . The desk wasn't the most comfortable place for an impromptu fuck, but Grace was determined to make the best of it.

She wrapped her stocking-clad legs around his neck to hold him in place, the naked Asian cutie was in rapture as her pussy was being serviced. Alex's blonde head was between her thighs, but she wanted to give a little pleasure to her favorite teacher as well, so she let him go. Alex stripped and stood proudly before her -- Christ, he was  hung .

Since remaking herself into Rock-Chick Grace, she'd sucked a few cocks in her day, but Alex's girth and length were intimidating. Nevertheless, she took him in her mouth and began fellating him -- he grew even more massive and she wanted to feel his thick shaft filling her up and she wanted to remember this fuck a long, long time. She moved herself away from him and indicated she wanted him on top of the desk.

The desk wasn't the most comfortable place for an illicit fuck, it was a bit awkward, but they managed and Grace lowered her horny, eager cunt on to his thick cudgel. It ached going in, being by far the largest shaft her body had ever taken, but as she moved down on his cock, Grace's pain ebbed and her moans grew louder. Grace was glad the school was nearly empty, because despite the soundproofing, she would have bet they could hear her lusty groans in the corridors. Grace began to ride the cock she had craved so much and demonstrate the fucking prowess she yearned for Alex to see. She let her sexual instincts take over and wriggled her body, thrusting her hips back and forth against his body, Alex hanging on for dear life as the teenage fuckstress took full measure of him and screwed him silly.

Grace thought to herself  this  was the kind of music she'd wanted to make with Alex -- loud and raucous, a bit out of tune, but free verse and very sexy. She heard herself purring with pleasure as she fucked him, long black hair whipping about, her pussy contracting around his cock and desperately trying to milk him dry. The desk underneath their bodies creaked and groaned in protest, but she was fairly certain it would hold until they finished screwing.

Alex was really pounding it to her, well -- as best he  could , given the space limitations. He moved up and fucked Grace's lissome body and played with her tits and watched in amazement as she moved atop his cock, her sexual skills very evident. He hadn't thought of her in a sexual manner before today and he was aware that from this day forward, it would be the only way he would be able to think of her. The pictures she had presented him with would most assuredly be put to good use. He loved the way the Asian teen was really putting her all into her fucking, she was amazingly limber.

Alex felt himself losing control, but before she could warn him, Grace hopped off his cock and engulfed it in her sucking mouth, swallowing it whole. The lewdness of the act sent him over the edge, his cum flooded her mouth and the scrumptious teen swallowed ever drop.

They cleaned up and Alex smiled at her, an endearing goofy grin that Grace found charming. "That was -- wonderful Grace. That's quite a send-off, I'm kinda sorry you're graduating and I won't be seeing you everyday from now on."

Grace moved close and kissed him sweetly. "Alex lover, it's cool, we'll get together again, I promise. Should I tell you how I'm planning on spending my summer vacation?" she said sweetly, flashing him a very promising, naughty grin. She wondered if perhaps she'd be allowed to invite a guest to their Club performance -- a wild  fucking  after a wild night on stage would be a perfect encore!



The Club Ch. 04



Author's note: another tribute to Nikki, and her varying incarnations in my writing. She is...the sexual goddess of my inspiration, and as such this story is dedicated to her. 

*

Nikki was innocent. I would have to stress that "was" would be the operative word in that sentence. Her induction was....well, less extreme than Cindy's had been. That doesn't say much, does it? Cindy had been tied down, gagged, teased without remorse -- only to beg for an orgasm she couldn't have without permission. Nikki, on the other hand, came to be a member by being tempted into caving to her own desires. That doesn't say much either, does it? Read on, and you'll understand.

If Jess was the leader, lusting for control over the sexuality of others, then Nikki was the enabler. The one who harvested desire from stimulating the respective lusts of those around her. That isn't to say she didn't have her own lusts, tastes, and fantasies... Rather, it is to stress that her greatest aphrodisiac seemed to be inspiring lust in those around her and, whenever possible, elevating lust to the blissful state of orgasm.

Do I need to describe her, or could I assume my readers know Nikki already? Hmm. Well, Nikki was about 5'4 with brunette hair just over shoulder length. Her body was in relatively good shape -- not overly muscular but certainly not overweight. Her eyes were piercing, and her smile nearly always flirtatious. Her legs seemed to go on forever, despite her height. Her ass was tempting, with a generous curve to it that seemed to beg to spanked. And her breasts... Such D-cups that would make a man beg for the privilege of drooling with desire.

Well, the night in question was, as almost all nights involving the Club seemed to be, Jess's idea. Nikki and I had fooled around enough for me to know some of her desires, but it seems she disclosed her exhibitionist desires more bluntly to Jess. More specifically, a want to offer...a show, as it were. To be watched by many of both genders, and to, perhaps, even fulfill their needs. So Jess had me take her out to the movies. Does the movie itself matter? Jess sat out, feeling it would be more enjoyable to have a male untangle Nikki's desires. 

Nikki wore a simple pale blue summer dress, surprising in its simplicity and cuteness for her. The movie theater was almost empty when the movie began, only a handful of people in the theater. Only two rows in front of us was a small group of guys, maybe 18ish, that were already stealing a few glances at her. And as they glanced, and the corners of her lips lifted, I knew she could tell. She loved being the center of attention. I can't understand why I felt so surprised when Jess told me she had such strong exhibitionist tendencies. And imagining what was about to happen, my cock sprang up slightly in the confines of my jeans. Painful, but joyous. 

As the movie started and attention turned to the screen, my hand moved from resting on her shoulder to her breast. She jerked, slightly startled, but didn't say a word or move to stop me. Her eyes were certainly no longer focused on the screen. They had that dark, alluring quality they had when she was letting her lusts take control. I pulled her close for a deep kiss, and as our lips met and our tongues danced I pushed up the fabric of her dress. She shuttered again...was it fear, desire, or both? As our lips separated, I abandoned all pretense. I began lifting the dress over her head. Her eyes seemed stuck between desire and panic, so I leaned over and whispered in her ear...

"Nikki -- I want to watch you. So we're going to take off your clothes and have you play with yourself. Stand up, strip, and then sit down and play with yourself for me..."

Her eyes were still enlarged with fear, but her hand moved to my crotch. As she softly ran her hand along the length of my engorged member, they seemed to relax and withdraw some of the panic. She stood wordlessly, and reached behind her back. She was wearing a sexy little matching set, a black lace demi bra with a matching thong. The bra came off first, and she laid it to the side carelessly. As she bent over and slid her thong down her luscious legs, her eyes glanced into my own and she seemed pleased to find they were glued to her flawless breasts. The thong was gone too. 

She was almost entirely shaved, with the lightest wisp of hair acting as bush. She sat down nervously but proudly, and went to work. One hand found its way to her breasts, roughly squeezing and caressing. The other traveled to her pussy, fingering slowly at first. The aroma, the sight, and even the very sound made it abundantly clear how wet she was already. Two fingers entered her, and one remained to tease her clit with expert ease. A deep, throaty moan escaped her, and I glanced to the boys two rows away...except they weren't two rows away. While Nikki's eyes were closed and my eyes were glued on her, they had casually walked nearer. They stood, only a few feet away. Each had his cock in his hands, stroking in time with her fingers entering herself.

"I'm close...I'm so close...." Nikki spoke with lust, lost in her nearing orgasm.

And as she almost came, one of the boys stepped forward. He gave a deep, guttural grunt as he came. The first strand of thick cum landed, stretching a line from Nikki's forehead to her cheek. Her eyes flashed open, and looked shocked as another rope of cum landed on her exposed breasts. While one hand, the one on her overwhelming breasts, froze -- the other continued its work. If anything, it sped up as she slipped a third finger into her pussy. Her eyes grew large as the other three boys stepped forward, and showered her face and breasts in cum. And as the last strands of cum landed on her body, her eyes rolled back in her head as she came loudly. Her moans, so deep and rich, filled the theater. The only other guests in this theater were a couple, near the front row. The sounds had earned their attention -- as they gazed to the show in the back of the theater. 

The boys glanced about, uncomfortable for a moment. Some awkwardly murmured appreciation was offered, and they shuffled away quickly. Nikki, despite her initial fears, seem to have risen to her role as a sexual goddess easily enough. She was collecting the thick strands of cum from her breasts and licking them off her fingers. And in all this time, as I watched her experience what she would later recall as her best orgasm up to that point...I had yet to even attempt to fumble towards orgasm. After she gathered and devoured the quantities of cum that had covered her body, she put her clothes back on and we left the theater...

And as we left, I couldn't stop thinking about what I would do to her when we were alone...but...the couple seemed to be following us... 



The Club Ch. 04







The Club Ch. 04



The playroom was abuzz. Furniture had been moved and banquet tables set up. White linens, fine china, and candles now transformed the large room into an elegant dinner setting, with a three-piece combo playing cool jazz, tuxedoed servers passing hors d'oeuvres on silver salvers, and bartenders mixing high-end cocktails. 

The partygoers added to the ambiance. Sexy club wear and dinner jackets replaced the almost total nudity of just a few hours before, though there was still a lot of skin on display. If undergarments were worn at all they were minimalist and designed for sex. In fact a good number of the men present eschewed their pants entirely, preferring see-through and mesh thongs, or outright women's lingerie, and no shirts beneath their tuxedo jackets and bow ties. 

The women, and transsexual or cross dressing men, wore a variety of cocktail dresses, dance club outfits with tights and loose blouses with large vents that offered flashes of nipples, and lingerie. There was also a good bit of latex and PVC, mostly in dungeon wear motifs, and of course a few women wore tuxedo outfits similar to the men. Terry had perhaps the most innovative outfit. Using two clear plastic liners from shower curtains and a pattern she picked up at a local hobby shop, she fashioned a cocktail dress. It was clear as glass, much more so than the latex dress she wore Friday evening. Her charms were on full display, yet she fit the "dress code" for the evening perfectly.

Julie was in a long-tailed black tuxedo coat. She wore a leather collar with a bow tie bow around her neck. She was nude beneath the jacket except for a microscopic pair of crotchless panties. Her nipples were adorned with tweezer clamps connected by a chain, and she wore the clit clip she had on Friday evening. High stiletto heels and her jeweled butt plug rounded out her ensemble.

Deana wore a totally see-through gauzy cocktail dress that was actually the sheath intended to go over a nude-colored solid dress or body suit. She went to a seamstress and had the garment fitted to her body like a second skin, then split up one seam on the side to her armpit. Six large safety pins kept the dress closed, but would be simple to open at the appropriate time. She wore a stunning diamond necklace and matching earrings, and elegant pumps. She had followed Steve's example from Friday evening and pumped her nipples up with a suction bulb, rolling a rubber grommets off the bulb to keep her nipples hard. She also had a plug firmly in her ass. She found the feeling of her distended nubbins rubbing against the gauze delicious.

Steve was in his favorite thong and a short "Eisenhower Cut" tuxedo jacket. The thong was a micro weave with a white pouch and blue strings. An elastic loop inside the pouch served as a built in cockring, holding his package upright and forward. The two-inch rubber ball stretcher encircling his scrotum heightened this effect. The curve in the rubber pushed his balls forward and out. He had an inch and a half long penis plug with a head ring inserted into his cock, making his cockhead bulge. He also wore tweezer clamps on his nipples attached by a chain. Sandals were his footwear of choice. 

The cocktail hour was a combination of typical conversations (kids, sports, politics, and work) and the sexual dance of flirtation. This long weekend was moving into its 48th hour, the great bulk of which had been spent in various degrees of orgiastic behavior. Yet the change in atmosphere brought on by the sexy clothing, décor, music, and food gave a completely different flavor to the sexual tone of the evening. It was almost like a new beginning to the swinger's party, and a new energy pervaded the room.

This evening followed an afternoon of organized "sports" activities. The theme of the afternoon was Gay and Lesbian Olympics. Not that there was much real sport. The "Olympics" consisted of a game of Marco Polo by the men. When "Marco" caught his "Polo" he got a blowjob. Later, all the "Polos" got to butt fuck the "Marcos" on the grass.

The women actually competed in a real sport. They played a strenuous and spirited game of water volleyball. The losing team had to eat out the winners. Of course in the Olympic spirit of fair play the winners then returned the service.

Dinner was a great success. Delicious food and wine contributed to the ambiance, and conversation moved steadily more and more into the realm of the sexual. Dates for after dinner were established. Power exchange negotiations took place. More and more skin, including genitalia, came onto display. 

Deana and her fellow new Member Initiates ate quickly and excused themselves, assembling as instructed in the kitchen. They were to be a part of the culmination of the dinner. Steve kissed his bride and whispered, "enjoy" into her ear as she stood.

The servers cleared tables and began to pour coffee as the combo provided another fifteen minutes of entertainment, buying time for the initiates to be prepared. Ladies and CDs took the time to freshen makeup in the Ladies' Lounge, the only part of the building that was totally off limits to "men." Steve and Julie pulled their chairs together and made out to pass the time, flicking each other's nipples and kissing passionately. Many partygoers followed their lead.

At a signal from Herb the combo gave a flourish to capture the audience's attention. He was playing Master of Ceremonies. He wore a pure white full tuxedo with long tails, but had his cock, which Roxanne had fluffed for him prior to standing, jutting out the fly.

"Ladies and Gentlemen your attention please," he said loudly. The room was small enough that his voice carried without a microphone. "We've come now to the formal part of our evening. As you know, each year we welcome a very limited number of carefully selected individuals and couples into our Club. This year is no different, though it is exceptional in that we welcome the spouse of one of our Founders into our ranks, something we've never done before. As is traditional, our Initiates will now serve us dessert, and then will further service any and all cummers until Midnight tonight. Per our bylaws, this is the one time during their entire Membership that these people cannot refuse to have sex with anyone who desires it. However I remind you that our Initiates can say 'no' to any specific sexual acts that they find beyond their comfort zones. If you desire to play with an Initiate they cannot refuse you, but if they say 'no' to something it is incumbent upon you to either offer a different sexual act or to graciously move on. And now, without further ado, I present: Dessert!"

The combo gave another flourish and broke into a jazzy rendition of "Pomp & Circumstance," though this was unlike any other graduation ceremony. Servers wheeled six large cloth draped tables into the center of the small dance floor. Herb then undraped each table in turn.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we begin dessert with our Founder's wife, Deana," he said, ripping the cloth off with a flourish. "Deana is serving our dark chocolate tray this evening, and is decorated with only the finest Belgian chocolate pastries and crèmes." 

And indeed she was. Deana was nude, flat on her back, with a dizzying assortment of pastries, cookies, candies, and brownies. Any skin that was not covered with edibles was drizzled with chocolate, caramel, butterscotch, and vanilla icings and syrups. A large bowl of chocolate mouse was positioned on the table between her legs, ensuring her pussy was exposed. But "exposed" would be a misnomer, because it was covered in chocolate covered strawberries in a bed of whipped cream. The room broke out in applause and cries of "Welcome!"

"And now presenting our fruit plate, and yes, the pun is intended, is Jack," continued Herb. There was laughter around the room at the lame play on gay colloquialism. Jack was covered in many whole and sliced fruits, and of course his cock was sheathed in the obligatory pineapple rings, after having been sucked hard by a helpful kitchen worker.

Herb moved through the rest quickly, knowing that dishes like the cream on Deana's pussy would melt rapidly from her body heat. Diane, in keeping with her relationship with Jack, was covered in various fruit jellies and creams. Bud and Terri were nuts and cheeses respectively, and Jonathan, the solo male of this year's class, rounded out the offerings with an assortment of pies, a small pecan Bundt cake surrounding his manhood.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure and honor to present the Class of 2015. Please enjoy your dessert!" Herb concluded, sweeping his hand and inviting people to move through the buffet. Plates, bowls and serving utensils were positioned on the end of each table.

As could be expected, there was a lot of playful touching and chatter as people moved from table to table. More than a few fingers dipped into the creams on the women's pussies, and pieces of pineapple and Bundt cake were nibbled direct from stiff cocks. Bud's balls were thoroughly fondled as a bowl of mixed nuts was strategically positioned beneath his scrotum. A fun and messy time was had by all.

As people's food hungers became sated their sexual hungers grew. Tongues and fingers lingered on nipples, lips, and genitalia, and the Initiates began to squirm in a combination of physical discomfort and arousal. After about twenty minutes the servers wheeled the Initiates back to the kitchen, where the remaining desserts were transferred onto traditional serving trays. The six people were wiped down, then escorted to the showers to rinse and refresh.

In the meantime the combo began playing for dancing, and the remainder of the tables were cleared except of drinks and coffees. Six divans were positioned around the perimeter of the room and pillows piled upon them. This is where the Initiates would come when they finished their toilettes and to themselves up to the Membership.

Given the setting the dance floor quickly filled. "Dirty dancing" would be a tame way to describe what ensued. Many people shed at least some of their finery, draping the backs of chairs around the room. Others loosed buttons, fasteners and zippers to give their dance partners free access. And everyone on the dance floor became everyone else's partner.

This was another of The Club's traditions. The dance immediately following the annual dinner became a tribal event, a way for each Member to express their love for all the others. The entire Membership was on the floor, with Steve and Julie in the midst of it all. People danced off the dinner and dessert, and whipped themselves into sexual frenzies. This was intended to be a night of excess.

The few Club Members who were not on the dance floor were attending to the Initiates. After their showers the Initiates were dried and fluffed, makeup was renewed, and strategic body parts were anointed with oils and flavored lubricants. Then they were wrapped in big fluffy robes and led back into the Main Playroom. Back into the building orgy.

Each initiate was led to a divan. In addition to pillows, a number of wedges and other shaped cushions designed to enhance sex were positioned on and around each couch. Tables held condoms, dental dams, and lubricants, and the Initiate's beverage of choice. Each divan was fitted with nylon straps ending in padded Velcro restraints for use in bondage scenarios. Another empty table was made available for Club Members to bring their own toys and devices into play. Each initiate was instructed to masturbate, putting on as lewd a display as possible. A special prize was awarded at Midnight to the Initiate who had the most sex partners in the coming few hours.

The music reached a crescendo and ended with a bang. The combo's night was complete and they received a round of applause, even as a DJ took up the slack with pulsing dance club music. The first Members left the dance floor. Some headed to their rooms to further prepare for the rest of the evening, freshen, and grab some toys. Others headed quickly toward the divans, where the Initiates were now draped back, touching themselves in a variety of different ways.

Jack had three fingers of one hand up his own ass and tweaked his nipples with the other. Terri was pushing a lube bottle with a rounded top into her cunt. Diane was rubbing her clit furiously and sucking on her own nipple. Bud had his legs up over his shoulders. He couldn't suck himself off, but he was making it clear that the first load of cum he would eat tonight would be his own. Jonathan was showing one of the reasons he had been accepted as a member. He could just reach the head of his cock with his tongue, and he was performing the autofellatio that Bud could not.

Deana was alternately rubbing her clit and finger fucking herself, all the while pulling on her nipples. She was a bit apprehensive about this evening. She wasn't at all sure she was interested in just being a cum bucket. The Members who helped the Initiates get ready in the locker room had assured them they could take breaks. They didn't even have to stay strictly on the divans. They just couldn't refuse to have some form of sex with a fellow Member before Midnight. She put these thoughts out of her mind as the first Member approached her divan. It was Roxanne, who was sporting a strapon.

"Hiya, Sexy!" Roxanne said with a big smile. "Welcome to The Club. It's about time you relaxed and joined your husband. Why should he get all the fun? Enjoying yourself?"

"Roxanne, what a relief. I was afraid I'd have to start with that big hairy fellow, what's his name? Jared?" Deana said. "I'm so relieved my first Member will be a woman, and I'm happy that it's you. I've been wondering if you and I would hook up this weekend."

"No way I was letting anyone else beat me to you tonight," Roxanne said, as more Club Members began to gather around the divan. I've wanted to get my tongue in you for ages. But you may not be so happy that Jared isn't here. His dick isn't as big as mine, and I want to shove mine in your butt. I'm an ass dyke. Want to play?"

Her eyes grew to saucers as Deana listened to Roxanne. But she found that she still had a finger in her own vagina, and that it was suddenly gushing with the picture of this statuesque black woman fucking her ass with what looked to be a ten inch dildo. My, she had come so far in just a few weeks. She reached for a bottle of lube, and handed it to Roxanne as her answer, then began to roll over.

"Uh, uh, sweetcakes, don't roll over," Roxanne instructed. "Just raise your legs above your head. I want to watch your eyes as I slip you my dick."

Deana rolled back and dutifully lifted her legs. She moved like she was in a trance. Roxanne used the lube and loosened the butt plug, but did not pull it out yet. She rolled a condom over the dildo ("Let's just keep this nice and clean, in case I want your cunt afterward") and lubed it thoroughly.

A man stepped up next to the divan. Deana searched her memory—she'd been introduced to so many people this weekend—and came up with "Edward."

"May I join you ladies?" Edward asked, directing his question to Roxanne. Edward had been around The Club long enough to know better than to horn in on Roxanne's action without permission.

"Sure, this sweet little piece of ass could probably use something to bite on while I ream her ass," Roxanne replied. She began moving the butt plug back and forth in Deana's rectum, adding a circular motion to further relax the sphincter.

This gave Edward some pause, but he finally shrugged and stepped close to Deana's face. He had a nice seven-inch cock that was half hard, and it made Deana's mouth water. She was still idly diddling her clit as Roxanne prepped her rear. Deana smiled up at Edward and simply opened her mouth in invitation. Edward shimmied closer and inserted his rod. She closed her lips and felt the shaft begin to firm up against her tongue.

Now Roxanne removed the plug and began to ease the dildo into Deana's ass. Despite her rough and tumble come on Roxanne wasn't really into hurting people badly. Not unless they truly wanted it. She got the feeling that Deana wasn't quite to the point where she wanted to be pounded so hard it hurt. So Roxanne went slowly, and was encouraged by Deana's positive moans as she slowly worked the rubber phallus in.

"Oh baby, I just knew you were going to have a sweet little ass," Roxanne said as the head of the dildo passed Deana's muscles. She started pumping her hips back and forth slowly, going just a bit deeper with each thrust, and gently working the fake cock into Deana's bowels. Once she had about half the length of the dildo in she moved her hands to Deana's breasts, roughly squeezing them and pinching the nipples. She knew that a little bit of tit pain would help Deana forget to resist the cock in her butt.

Deana moaned and abandoned herself to this woman and man. She had known Roxanne for a number of years, and Roxanne made many passes at her during business dinners and in other scenarios. Back then Deana thought of herself as totally straight and straight-laced. Now she was giving up her ass in a lesbian sex act while a man she barely knew fucked her face, and loving every move and moment.

On the next divan over Steve and Julie were tag-teaming Jack. Steve was sliding his cock between Julie and Jack's lips, getting it hard in preparation for Jack's ass. He still had the cock plug in the end. Julie was roughly stretching Jack's nipples, giving them a little twist at the apex of the stretch, and then releasing them. Steve had already checked with Jack, and they had agreed that bareback was agreeable given the health screenings and safety precautions of Club rules.

Steve withdrew his shaft from the hungry lips and tongues that were giving him so much pleasure and asked Jack to remove his cock plug. As experienced as he was Jack had never dealt with urethral probes or cock plugs. He gentle and gingerly slipped the ring up and over Steve's cock head, and was surprised with the plug extruded itself from the end of Steve's cock.

Steve now moved down between Jack's legs. Jack shifted onto his back, and Julie straddled his face in the reverse cowgirl direction. She had removed her clit clip and placed it on the nearby table. Both she and Steve still wore their tweezer nipple clamps. Steve lifted Jack's legs and reached for the lube. Julie grabbed Jack's legs both to steady herself and help him keep them up. She settled her pussy onto his waiting tongue with a contented sigh.

Around the room similar scenes were playing out. Four women claimed Terri. One was sitting on her face while another ate her out. The other two women devoured Terri's tits. Elspeth was energetically bouncing up and down on Bud's cock (Bud had not cum in his own mouth before Elspeth mounted him) while her husband John fed Bud his cock. Diane was the meat in a DP while sharing a third cock with the guy who was fucking her cunt. Jonathan was still sucking himself off, but now he also had a cock buried in his ass and a line of men forming for a gangbang.

Deana was lost in the moment. Roxanne was sawing three fingers in and out of her pussy while continuing to pound her ass with the strapon. Deana felt an orgasmic explosion building in her deepest center, but she wasn't sure if it was from the vaginal or anal stimulation. Or was it from the sweet taste and texture of the copious amounts of precum leaking from Edward's cock as she sucked him deeply? He was pulling and twisting Deana's nipples according to Roxanne's direction.

"That's it, boy, pull those titties just as far as they will stretch," Roxanne said, panting from the exertion of fucking Deana's but. "Now twist them hard. Harder!"

Deana moaned as her first orgasm washed over her. Roxanne accelerated her fucking and fingering of Deana's orifices. Edward, never a long lasting lover, erupted with a huge load of cum when Deana grabbed his balls.




The Club Ch. 04



Deana sucked Edward's cum from his balls but did not swallow. She was surprised at how very sweet his nectar was. Making a note to ask Steve about the whole salty/sweet thing she released the cock as it deflated, and turned to beckon Roxanne down into a kiss. They shared the delicious snowball back and forth several times, and Deana relaxed into yet another orgasm, this time brought on by Roxanne's thumb applied to her clit.

"Oh God that's fantastic!" Deana cried out. "Oh Edward your cum is so good! Kiss me, Roxanne. Make me cum again!"

Edward dropped to his knees and began sucking on Deana's right breast. Another woman, Marie Anne, joined the group and claimed Deana's left nipple with her lips. Roxanne kissed Deana deeply, then focused on her own orgasm. The dildo in her strapon was a Feeldoe, and she was grooving to the bulb in her vagina and the friction on her clit.

"Arrgh, I love fucking a sexy bitch," Roxanne growled, putting an up and down motion into her thrusts to increase the rubbing of the leather and silicone on her clit. "I'm going to squirt on you and make a mess, but don't worry. We'll have little Eddie here clean you up for the next round!"

And with that she let herself go, her ejaculate mostly hitting the leather and silicone of the strapon and running back down her thighs, but much of it ending up on Deana's crotch and belly. Edward dove on the liquid like a parched man at a desert oasis, lapping at the mixture and adding his own saliva. Deana reacted with another small cum of her own, arching up against Roxanne's hand with her pussy, so much so that the Feeldoe slipped out of her ass. This sensation caused yet another tremor to shake Deana to the core.

While Deana, Roxanne, and Edward were at their peak, Julie and Steve were just really getting started on Jack. Julie had dropped into a sixty-nine atop Jack, and was now devouring his cock and mashing her pussy down on his face. Steve had pulled Jack's legs up onto his own shoulders, and was now slap-fucking Jack's ass.

"Ohhh, this is a sweet ass you've got, Jack," Steve said, knowing that Jack couldn't answer with a mouth full of Julie's pussy. "Why don't you flex your cock some in Julie's mouth? She loves that. That's it. Just like that. It makes your ass grip my cock too. Not long now and I'm going to fill that ass with my cum. We'll have to find someone to eat it back out of you. There are plenty of nasty perverts in this group who would love to stick their tongues up your butt."

Julie raised her head for a moment, saying, "Shut up and fuck him. He's ready to pop. Get that prostate pulsing and let's get his seed."

"Yes, Ma'am," Steve said, snapping Julie a mock salute but obeying her order. He stopped the straight slap fucking and moved to shorter strokes with a circular motion in his hips. This ensured that his cock not only slipped in and out of its velvety sheath, but also rubbed Jack's prostate in multiple directions. Jack groaned and flexed his sphincter and cock again.

Julie was enjoying Jack's cock and tongue thoroughly. The rubbery head felt great against her tongue, and Jack's precum was working like an aphrodisiac on Julie's senses. An experienced pussy eater, Jack knew his way around a woman's vulva, and he was hitting all the best spots on a regular basis. He also had a finger inserted up to the knuckle in her ass, adding a little of the nasty to his ministrations. Julie enjoyed her second cum of the tryst and kept sucking.

Steve was nearing his peak as Jack shot rope after rope of sticky cum onto Julie's tongue. Steve was pumping Jack's ass steadily, continuing his circular motion and watching Julie's body spasm. She was riding a wave of small cums on Jack's tongue, even as she worked to suck Jack's balls dry. Jack was moaning and bucking beneath them, but he kept a lip lock on Julie's pussy.

"Here it cums, stud," Steve said in Jack's general direction. "I'm going to pump you full. You're going to fit in just great here at The Club, because you've got one hot ass!"

With that Steve erupted in his first orgasm of the evening. He thrust his hips savagely against Jack's ass, grinding his pelvic bone into Jack's perineum. The cum boiled out of his balls as he shot six quick spurts of cum into Jack's rectum.

"Oh yeah, that's nice. That's it, Jack. Milk the cum from my cock!" Steve said loudly, grinding his cock into Jack's ass. 

Jack was indeed milking Steve's cock, but it was an involuntary reflex as the combination of Julie's incredibly talented tongue and Steve's fucking had triggered another quick orgasm. In response he sucked Julie's clit hard between his lips, and was rewarded with a flood of girl cum all over his face. The three lovers were keeping each other in a common state of orgasmic bliss. 

"God I love fucking a tight and talented ass!" Steve said enthusiastically as his spasms subsided. The cockring he wore prevented his erection from fully deflating, and he continued slowly moving it in and out of Jack's ass. The combinations of lube and cum keeping Jack slick along Steve's shaft.

Julie raised her head from Jack's crotch and said, "I hate to give this cock up, but we've got to give other people a chance. Aaugh! You devil! I wasn't ready for that one!" This last was in response to Jack lightly nipping her clit with his teeth, causing yet another small cum to wash over Julie. She lifted her thighs away from his face and sat up to kiss Steve.

Julie and Steve noticed that Deana now had three new lovers already at play. Juan was fucking her pussy with his beer-can cock while his wife Maria sat on Julie's face. Sophie had her face buried in the next between Juan and Deana's crotches, fiercely licking Deana's clit. 

Steve stepped across to the divan and brushed his wife's hair back from her forehead, smiling down into her eyes. He saw her eyes crinkle up in a return smile, though Deana's lips remained occupied by Maria's bushy cunt. Steve decided to join in and began sucking on Deana's nipples. 

And so the evening went. By midnight Deana had 32 sex partners, winning the prize (a Hitachi vibrator) for the most sex. It was an orgy of epic proportions. But what else could be expected at The Club?



The Club Ch. 05



Chapter Five

Hiromi's Shopping Excursion

After their gig at the Club, Hiromi felt more alive than ever. She and Grace had rocked out, with some of their bandmates. Men and women alike were hitting on them, Hiromi was tempted by a few of the men, but no one "clicked" with her at that moment. She'd set her cap on getting one man in particular in between her legs again -- he'd been there before and had her seeing stars, but at this particular moment, he was unavailable.

Grace had found herself a few willing playmates, including a new Club inductee and his pretty young wife, Tracey. Grace had become smitten by the couple immediately and had allowed herself to be led to one of the Private Rooms for some unbridled debauchery.

Hiromi didn't lack for company for even ten minutes. She was approached by gorgeous Kym Herrold and another blonde stunner, Marianne Graves. Kym was glad to see Hiromi and find she was a member of the club, she and Marianne were old friends. The women sandwiched Hiromi between them and licked and lez-fucked her until Hiromi was punch-drunk on sex. They shared a few drinks, some canapés and were back at it again until the Club closed up around 5. Hiromi went home with Kym and was in her bed until almost noon, sadly, Kym's husband was neglecting her again. Marianne had whispered in Hiromi's ear the previous evening she was thinking of asking Kym to move in with her if her relationship with Douglas continued to stagnate. Hiromi whispered back if she did, would she be willing to consider another roommate? Licking down Hiromi's golden body, Marianne said she'd consider it. Hiromi was strongly attracted to Marianne, she practically resonated with sexual energy. She still was highly turned on by Kym as well -- she was becoming an absolute  slut  for the company of women.

Grace called her the next morning, her voice a bit hoarse. "I'm all fucked out, baby!" Grace chuckled. "Hey, did you know the owners of The Club want us to play there again? You and Ida are going to need to find some new clothes, gotta keep the pervs happy when we play." Ida was another member of the band and one of Hiromi's two current roomies, although conditions were a bit cramped as of late.

Ida had already chosen a few new outfits earlier in the month, so she directed Hiromi to the same Boutique she'd already visited. Hiromi loved their clothing on sight and she found a black PVC dress that she absolutely  had  to own. She tried it on and loved this new dress. It clung to her like a second skin, the PVC shiny and sexy on her new, improved body. The feeling of it, how sexy it made the pretty Japanese coed feel -- all of these sensations were new to her, she'd never felt so alive and vibrant. Being a sexy woman was a wonderful feeling, a far cry from the little wallflower she'd been a scant two years ago when her family had moved here from Japan. They'd been driving her crazy, that's why she'd moved out when Ida offered her a place to stay. One look at the neighbor and she was in no hurry to move out, but if Kym wasn't going to live there ....

Since moving from Japan, Hiromi had tried whatever sexual indulgence struck her fancy. She'd only had sex a few times in Japan, here; she indulged herself and let her fantasies go wild. She tried girl-on-girl and found other women were much to her liking. She joined a Gym and built up her body, the parts she couldn't build through exercise -- well, she though, hefting her new boobs, the surgeons here sure do nice work and if you flirt a bit, the price goes down.

Her roommate, Ida, who had also become a recent lover, had encouraged her to continue spicing up her wardrobe a bit, even gifting her friend with the loan of a few thousand dollars to splurge. "Rock Chicks have to look  smoking hot , baby!" Ida had told her and Hiromi conceded she had a point. At the Boutique, Hiromi had already bought two new pairs of shoes, one pair of strappy heels, one stiletto and a pair of "Fuck Me" boots, some naughty lingerie she knew Ida would love -- now a few dresses the old Hiromi wouldn't dare wear. Like this little number.

What there  was  of the shiny black PVC dressed plunged low in both front and back and had two additional holes at the front, one just below the chest, showing lots of golden skin, then at the belly, revealing Hiromi's newly-flat tummy and navel ring. There were four holes on each side, held together by tiny metal links and one hole just above the buttocks. Nothing could be seen that was indecent, but the dress, which ended just below Hiromi's waist, was daring and provocative. She looked like a million bucks in it, combined with a few other outfits she had purchased, it would wipe out the rest of the money. She didn't know whether she should buy it or not when she felt eyes on her. Turning, she saw a red-headed sales clerk watching her, he certainly seemed appreciative of the view. Embarrassed, he tried to look away, but Hiromi didn't mind, in fact, she quite enjoyed the attention. "What do you think -- does this dress suit me?" The clerk nodded. "What's your name?"

"Tom."

"Okay Tom, should I buy the dress?" Again, the clerk nodded.

Hiromi's perverted little wheels began spinning, she wanted a little playtime and here was a perfect opportunity. "Tom, as you can see, I've got a nice little pile of stuff here. Well Tom -- it's going to cost me a pretty penny. We need to seal this deal so we're both happy, don't you think?"

Tom nodded. He had a fair idea what she was going to propose and although it might strain his wallet, it was one deal he was going to make. He hadn't seen anyone with this much raw sexuality in ... well,  ever !

"I really, really want this dress Tom ... "Hiromi purred in a soft, dulcet tone, she was really going to mess with his mind "... so here's the deal. If you  fuck  me, I'll buy this dress."

Tom whacked the side of his head. "Uh -- I couldn't have heard that right. You mean that if  you  let me fuck you, I'll buy the dress for you, right?"

Hiromi smiled. "No -- oh no, Tommy dear, I'm not a  whore . I'm simply a young woman who wants a lot of sex and I also want this dress; I want you to convince me to buy it. It makes me look really sexy, right?" Hiromi said, still playing her game.

"Christ Miss, uh ... "

"Hiromi."

"Hiromi, you'd look sexy in a burlap sack. You're damned right that thing is sexy on you."

Hiromi giggled. "I don't wear Burlap, it itches. So if the dress makes me look sexy and you think I'm worth fucking, come and fuck me baby and I'll buy the dress and all the other clothes in that nice little pile over there. What do you say?"

Tom's head whirled. He was a married man, but Vikki -- he knew his wildcat little wife would tell him to go for it. With that  Club  nearby, their store catered to a wild clientele and Vikki herself had enjoyed her share of adventures -- now it was finally  his  turn. He tried to maintain his calm, but the sexy Asian goddess in front of him kept moving sensually in the tight PVC outfit, matching black stilettos clicking on the tiles. She pouted at him and crossed her arms.

"Oh Tommy, come on now. I'm certainly worth fucking -- I promise you the ride of your life. There's another salesclerk over there, ask her to keep an eye on things and we'll go in the back and I'll blow your --  mind !" Hiromi purred. That seemed to motivate Tom -- he called the pretty brunette salesclerk and said "Jakki, I have to work out a deal with this customer. Can you watch the front for me, please?"

Jakki smiled and said, "Sure Daddy." Hiromi got her  own  little surprise on hearing that, but didn't let it show. Jakki herself thought it was about time -- both she and  her mother had enjoyed a few romps with the "select customers" that frequented their store. The word of mouth at the Club had been phenomenal for their business and certainly Daddy deserved to get a little piece of the action. If he hadn't, Jakki might have gone for it herself -- this Asian hottie was scrumptious and YUMMY!

Her heels clicking on the tile floor, Hiromi followed Tom into the secluded back room. There was already a couch there -- for napping?, she wondered -- and she stretched out on it, striking an alluring pose, head propped on one hand, sexy legs outstretched, wanting him to take in the full view. Tom did all that and more -- he practically soaked in the curvy Japanese beauty.

"Come on lover, get over here and get me out of this thing!" Hiromi cooed. "Time's a-wastin'!"

Tom didn't need to be told twice. He moved towards Hiromi, she stood up and their lips met. Hiromi loved a good kisser, it's why a great deal of her lovers were women, but Tom was no slouch in that department. He kissed her firmly, but warmly, his tongue didn't slurp, it probed and dueled with hers and aroused her passions. Her nipples stiffened under the PVC and she felt her pussy moisten underneath the tiny thong she wore. She needed a good hard fucking, it had been too long -- almost an entire  week  since a man had fucked her tight, naked pussy! She could never figure out why after every visit to the Club, her libido went into overdrive -- but she wasn't about to question it.

"Hang on lover; I'm a freak once I get going!" Hiromi promised as she undid the links that held the dress up. Wanting to keep it in nice shape, she placed it to the side and turned back to Tom, who was mesmerized by her curvy, golden beauty and long, tapered legs. She walked over to him again and kissed him hard, her hands on his neck, making his heart thump as her firm, big tits pressed against his chest. Tom was hot as furnace, but this aggressive little honey was calling the shots. She began kissing down his neck and unbuttoning his shirt, licking with each button she opened. Goosebumps began to appear on his skin, for a moment he was motionless, then he began to assist Hiromi with his undressing. 

Hiromi had chosen very well. To her surprise, she found Tom had a nice body, lean and nicely-formed; he obviously took care of himself physically. His body was sleek and athletic looking, like a swimmer or a cyclists -- but when she looked down, she almost gulped. There, between his legs, was one of the biggest cocks she'd ever seen. It was almost like a tree trunk, she was fuckin'  impressed . Her mouth watered as she brought her face to it and hefted his thick cock and meaty balls in her hand. It was a nice, juicy cock and she yearned to feel it inside her, but she wanted to suck it first, just to experience the sensation of a cock that big crossing her lips. She wrapped her hands around his body and braced herself as her mouth slipped around the thick shaft. 

Tom groaned as the Japanese coed began sucking him off. He loved oral, the only thing that got him hotter than oral was watching his wife with another woman -- the thought of her and Hiromi together made his cock jump -- and he bet the little Asian slut ate pussy  too , from the look she'd given his daughter. His family was very open about their sexuality, had Hiromi chosen Jakki, he'd have made sure they weren't disturbed. Hiromi's mouth was really going to town on his shaft, her lips weaving their magic all over his hardening rod.

"You've got a great cock!" Hiromi murmured as she sucked him off. She giggled as she thought how much her English had improved in the last year -- hot sex was a great motivator! Her tongue swirled around his big dick until he pulled away and beamed at her.

"My turn, please?" Tom said, wanting to taste Hiromi's body almost as much as he wanted to fuck her. He moved between her legs and kissed the almost-bald cunt and really began to work her over, licking her pussy, flattening his tongue and laving it over her twat, slurping, suckling her clit as she groaned and enjoying the trickles of pussy cream that flowed from her body. She smelled vaguely of Jasmine and Tom continued to lick her while she clutched his head and dreamed of more. She was so turned on by this clandestine little fuck, the thrill of fucking a stranger she barely knew while others were outside and perhaps they could be heard. Hiromi loved her new whorish persona, she loved being hot and fucky and now it was time to  be  fucked as well.

Hiromi moved her body on top of the prone Tom and slid her pussy down, down, down onto his cock and wriggled it deep inside her cunt. Every inch hurt a bit as it entered her body, she was aware of how thick he was, but the hurt was a wonderful reminder to her she was taking the biggest cock she'd ever known. She wished Ida could be here to see this -- the little black slut could lick her tits while she was fucking Tom -- perhaps another time? -- oh God, it felt so good, as his cock sank deeper inside her pussy.

Now Hiromi was fucking -- really fucking -- Tom's cock, taking it all in and moving her body around in tiny concentric circles, then rolling her hips back and forth to thrust him within her pussy. He didn't say much, but she could see the expression on his face and see in his green eyes how much he was grooving on her fucking. She loved being in control, being aggressive and now she raked her nails over his body, letting herself go, the freak coming out as her hair whipped from side to side. She whooped out her joy at being fucked so well, she just let her new, expensive tits bounce as her current fuckmate drilled her with his rod. Tom certainly knew what he was doing and he kept busy as he fucked her, his hands playing with her boobs as she rode him. Harder and harder, she wanted to really let go and Tom didn't disappoint, his cock almost had a mind of its own as he fucked her, his face slightly contorted as she took him on in a sexual free-for-all. She jumped off him and changed positions, now on all fours, her ass pointed up, she got the message across.

Tom moved in behind and really fucked her now -- he had a bit of control over how he was fucking Hiromi and while his cock drilled her, he got to play with those magnificent, golden globes of hers and watch her face just light up as she was being fucked. Hiromi seemed to be a woman very into her own sexuality, fine with him, he found that self-awareness was very arousing in a lover. He fucked her even harder and now she was becoming more vocal.

"Fuck me Tom baby, give it to this Japanese slut -- yeah, that's it loverman, fuck the piss out of my hot cunt, like that, yeahhh, just like that! It's so good, fucking my cunt, yeah, do it lover!" she howled, then spoke some words he didn't recognize and assumed were Japanese. " Chikushoo !" she moaned loudly. A few more words spilled out -- "  Fakku !" and "Oh, I love  anadarakenisuru !" and then Hiromi's body convulsed and she began to cum, spurring Tom to do likewise. He let his cum go and spray all over her gorgeous, round ass and fell back, exhausted.

They lay there for a while, in a sexual stupor, then Hiromi got dressed, re-donning the PVC dress. She didn't put on her panties,  why not give a few folks a thrill , she giggled. "I love this dress, I'm glad I decided to buy it!" she smiled at Tom.

Tom said "Well, that was an unusual way to make a sale, but if you're happy, hey, the customer is always right!" He laughed. "By the way, we've also got a similar dress in white and I'd give you a good deal on it."

"Hmm -- let me think about it and maybe I'll come back tomorrow!" Hiromi smiled as she gathered up her purchases and went to the front counter. Jakki followed her father's instructions and rang everything through, Hiromi finding she likely had enough money left to buy the other PVC dress if she wanted. Hmm -- why  not  bring Ida in tomorrow and model it for her. She looked over at Jakki, who was quite sexy and was also scoping her out, just as her father had.

"Are you working tomorrow?" Hiromi asked Jakki, who nodded. Hiromi took the girl's hand and looked into green eyes that were much like Tom's.

"Great -- I'll be in tomorrow with a friend, I hope we can count on you to give us the same kind of attentive service your father provided!" Hiromi said as she left both the store and a grinning Jakki behind her, holding one of the Club's cards in her hands. 



The Club Ch. 05



After leaving the theater itself, Nikki paused to use the bathroom. She would later expound on the difficulties of trying to manage something of a shower in a small, locked bathroom using flimsy paper towels, water, and soap. Apparently, while relishing in the cum shower she received in the theater, she wanted to return to some level of austerity as we left. While she was inside and I waited, I was approached by the female of the couple I had noticed before...notably alone, it seemed. And her name, it turned out, would be Monica. 

She stood at an unremarkable 5'2, but her size would be the only thing unremarkable about her. Everything else had a mystique and allure all its own. If I had to describe her essence, at least as I saw it, in one sentence it would be this: She was the the whimsical and lust-inspiring latina princess of any man's dreams. Her dark hair had the slightest bit of waviness to it, and reached nearly to the small of her back. Her hair seemed to frame her eyes and lips all too well. The eyes reflected a desire you'd never be lucky enough to obtain, but could just imagine. The lips, full and offering pleasure if only you could reach them. Her ass was, and there can be no better way to describe it, curvacious beyond belief. And her breasts, oh her breasts... I've admitted it by now, haven't I? While my fetishes, fantasies, and desires may be many -- I am at my core a breast man. And Monica lacked nothing in that department. Adoration inspiring orbs of delight, and I would later learn them to be DD's. 

She approached me calmly, her eyes reflecting the aforementioned desire beyond any man's reach...or was it? She wore a strapless white dress that stopped barely above mid thigh, making me stare briefly and long to see just a little more... The dress was accentuated with a black, lace band that encircled her, just below her breasts. It managed to draw the eyes near, but not strictly to her breasts. Of course, one's eyes would naturally move to them after but a moment, staring and wishing to do more than just stare. She held out her hand briefly and, instinctively, I took it.

"Charmed, I'm sure... My name is Monica, and the girl you're with...what is she? Your girlfriend?"

"No...just a friend."

"Mhmm. A rather attractive friend, it seems. I suppose it makes sense that she's just a friend. Not every man would watch so intently as his better half gave such a...hmm, a dedicated show to strangers. I suppose dedicated is the best word... And quite the finale, as well. She sounded like she reached paradise with her fingers after they sprayed her with cum. I can only imagine what we would have heard if one of them, or even you, had dared to fuck her... I was surprised you didn't touch her more, or at least touch yourself." 

She reached forward wordlessly. Brashly, even. Her fingers caressed, all too briefly, my cock which was still painfully erect in my jeans. Her fingers traced it lightly and briefly, and her full lips came to a temptation-rich smirk. 

"Well, I suppose there's a positive side to you waiting... Are you going to tell me your name?"

"I..." I stumbled for words, still longing for her oh-so-missed touch. "I'm Chris...and what happened to the man you were with?"

Her hand covered her mouth briefly as she giggled, and she said, "He doesn't approve of what I want to do...so he stormed off like a little boy having a tantrum."

"And, what do you want to do?"

"Well...there's a place I sometimes visit. Its in the back of a little adult store, but it stays quite busy most nights on weekends. What they offer varies a little...sometimes a nice strip show and lap dances, and sometimes the chance to buy whatever you want and watch it used... The models, if you would, are almost always girls from a local college..." (I won't mention the name, but it turns out she went to the same university as most of the Club...) "So far, it stays mostly under the radar. A handful of girls make some good, mostly honest money...a handful of guys, and sometimes couples, get a show and get their rocks off. Everyone wins..."

"I don't know if -"

...but I was cut off there. Nikki stepped out of the bathroom. It had taken several minutes, and she looked frustrated...but more or less her normal, gorgeous self. Her eyes fluttered between Monica and myself.

"Hmm, who's this lovely little thing, Chris...?" Nikki's eyes, betraying her bisexual tendencies, seemed to longingly absorb Monica's full form. And Monica seemed ready to take advantage, responding faster than I could.

"I'm Monica, dear... And I was just telling your friend Chris that after a show like that, I thought you might want to accompany me to a little adult store... Look around, see if anything catches your eye."

Monica was confident, and could read Nikki's interest all too well. However, Nikki still had some shyness. Her cheeks flushed, if only briefly, as she nodded an uncomfortable yes. And so it was that we ended up in Nikki's car, as she drove to the adult store. The store looked relatively small, but, as Monica had noted, it seemed overly busy. There were several more cars than one would expect for such a small store. We slipped inside, and Monica took charge again. Or, at least, she took charge of Nikki. They walked around as a pair, admiring lingerie, commenting on toys, reviewing some videos... And there were many guys drooling over the too of them. Age, build, and race was quite varied, but maybe twenty guys seemed just waiting around. And...most of them were eying Monica and Nikki with blunt lust. And, before long, Monica mentioned to Nikki that they had a special room in back. She led Nikki there, who seemed curious and a little aroused, but unsuspecting. She even had me follow. And as I did, I noticed sparks of hope in many eyes around the room. However, they made no move to follow, so my... Hmm. My concerns, I suppose, were allayed.

As we entered, Monica nodded to a small refrigerator in the corner. She pulled a bottle of potent vodka and three frosty shot glasses from the freezer, and poured shots. 

"I always find, Nikki, that a few shots helps you relax and enjoy things a bit more... Why don't you do a few shots, and see how much you enjoy what I can do for you. And, even, what I can help you do for yourself..."

As I've said before, Nikki is something of an enabler... She likes to be guided, by men or women. And she readily took her first shot, and followed it with three more with no prodding. Her cheeks were no longer filled with blush -- they were quite flushed. Monica and I did our respective shots, and then Monica pushed Nikki on a bed that dominated the center of the room. Nikki sat up quickly, but awkwardly. She seemed unbalanced, and slightly dizzy. Her eyes were filled with confusion at first, but that quickly changed as Monica removed her dress. She wore a sexy little matching set -- a black thong and bra with dark pink trim. Nikki smiled and pulled her dress drunkenly over her head. She sat briefly in her matching black lace demi bra and thong. Nikki continued on by unhooking her bra and throwing it to the side. Her breasts, like her torso, swayed slightly as she drunkenly tried to sit still. Monica quickly pushed her back and kissed her, passionately and deeply. Nikki's body readily responded, one hand resting on Monica's hip and the other finding its way behind her head. And Monica's hands were busy too -- roughly forcing Nikki's thong down her legs and off. Admittedly, though, Nikki quickly raised her hips and legs to help it be removed. Monica's fingers then found their way to her ready pussy, fingering her rapidly. Nikki moved her hands to her breasts and began fondling them roughly. It was hardly surprising, as she always seemed to relish breast play. And then...Monica pulled away. She paused, then (with quite a playful smirk) suggested that Nikki wear a blindfold, and get tied up. Nikki agreed, but seemed more concerned with ensuring Monica went back to fingering her again than caring what else might be done. 

Monica tied her to the bed adeptly...maybe even expertly. Next, she blindfolded Nikki. And, after a seeming moment of consideration, even gagged her. She whispered into Nikki's ear, although loud enough for me to hear... 

"Let's give Chris a good show...don't hold anything back."\

Nikki simply moaned in response. And, then, Monica quietly opened the door and motioned to the men to come into the room. I was flooded with a moment of panic. Should I stop them? I was uncertain. Nikki hadn't agreed to this, and while she might enjoy it...she might not be able to say no if she doesn't. Maybe Monica noticed my uncertainty, because she whispered in my ear (this time almost silently)...

"She'll give them a show...and I'll give you a show. She'll get a thrill, I'll get a thrill...and you'll get...well, whatever you want."

Her eyes gazed, piercingly, back into my own. And...I nodded. She stopped the men at the door. They all seemed entranced by her lingerie-clad form, but listened intently. She informed each of them that only two people could use toys on Nikki at a time, and that it'd cost them each $50. Sure enough, they paid her readily and gathered around Nikki's tied up, gagged, and blindfolded body. Zippers fell, and cocks sprang out... They were all stroking themselves, except for the lucky two that teased Nikki in the moment. And, in fairness, Nikki's moans were desperate, throaty, and heated. Her body quaked as they inserted different vibrators and dildos, changing thickness and length readily as she moaned for more. They tickled her with feathers, ran ice along her body, and a few brave men even used their chance to fondle her flawless breasts and suckle her nipples. And after watching this for some time, Monica took my hand and lead me out of the room and into another small room with a large bed. She had me sit on the bed's edge and stood before me, arms at her sides. 

"Instruct me, Master. I'll do anything you say, in exchange for your help."

"...strip for me."

She nodded and began something of a dance. Her hips swayed, her body moved, and her breasts...well, her breasts just struggled to escape the confines of her overwhelmed bra. She walked near to me, turned, and bent down to touch her toes. Her ass was magnificent and on display for me as she slowly ran her fingers up one leg and down the other. When she finally stood up, with her back to me, she unhooked her bra. As she turned around, her hands held it to her breasts. My mouth barely hang open, and she smiled knowing she was the center of my world and my lust, at least for the moment. She threw the bra to the side. And her nipples...such beautiful, dark nipples with large areolas. They stood erect, reflecting her apparent excitement. She stepped towards me and, unable to help myself, I pulled the thong down her legs. She had no bush, and was perfectly shaven. My hands moved to her hips and threw her on the bed.

"...play for me"

"Yes, Master."

And she did... Her pussy was magnificent, and her fingers worked her hairless mound readily. Her eyes rolled back as she fingered herself and played with her clit. She was clearly drowning in the moment, and quite wet. I stood, and motioned for her at the side of the bed.

"Suck me"

She nodded and her mouth enveloped my cock with expert ease. Her fingers didn't abandon their work, and I could hear only two things: the sound of her mouth as it moved up and down my cock, and the sound of her fingers working her drenched pussy. Her mouth moved faster and faster, finding no difficulty fitting my entire length into her mouth and throat. And my shaft, my balls, even my thighs found her saliva reaching them as she worked with such dedication. And then, after several minutes of such delight, her mouth left my cock suddenly.

"Master, I'm going to cum... Please allow me to cum."

I didn't respond. Why should I? I pushed her back, spread her legs, and buried my cock into her warmth. She moaned loudly in response. At first I rubbed her clit lightly, but as her moans became deeper and more desperate, I actually pinched it very lightly...and I felt her pussy tighten, as she went over the edge. Feeling my own orgasm approaching, I pulled out, motioned for her face, and (as such an obedient angel) she opened her mouth just in time for me to spray my cum over her face. Stream after stream of such desire that the night had inspired, and she seemed to love it.

Of course, she cleaned up quickly after this and put on her thong and bra again. I redressed as well. And we went into the other room. Nikki was lying there, asleep. No gag, no blindfold, but streams of cum. Her pussy and mouth seemed especially targeted, but her hair, thighs, face, and breasts were covered fairly extensively as well. The men had gone, and Nikki (it seemed) had not minded taking them all on. I glanced to Monica, eager to see just how obedient she'd be now.

"Monica...lick her clean."

Monica's eyes flashed with surprise, but...she nodded. 

"Yes, Master."

Hmm...but that is another story.



The Club Ch. 05







The Club Ch. 06



 Chapter Six MUCH More than an Apple for Teacher

Alexis ran her fingers over the embossed Membership Card and sighed. She was going to miss the Club. Ever since her friend Kym had sponsored her for membership, it had been a welcome haven from the cheating lowlife she had been married to and had helped the  old  Alexis emerge from her cocoon once more. But giving it up, at least for now, was a sacrifice she was going to have to make.

Alexis was getting packed up, it was her last day at Rendell High. She was moving on in a few weeks, as soon as she filed the divorce papers on the cheating  motherfucker  she was married to and had consulted a lawyer. 10 years wasted with that – no, it was pointless to dwell on it, just move on and deal. She'd had her own snippets of revenge in the last few months since she'd joined the Club. Yummy little Grace, a fling or two with Kym and Marianne and ... the only difference between her and her husband was discretion and she had remained faithful until recently, while Jeffrey, she knew now, had been a cheating slimeball almost since saying "I Do".

At first, finding out that Jeffrey was cheating had been a blow she didn't know if she could recover from, finding he was cheating with one of her colleagues was even harder to deal with. She had to see Caroline every day and pretend nothing was wrong, even if she did want to rip the redheaded bitch's hair out by the roots. Instead, she did the next best thing. She seduced Caroline and had her panting after Alexis like a bitch in heat. Caroline had promised to stop seeing Jeffrey and to come visit Alexis over the summer.

What angered Alexis the most is being a highly sexual being before she'd met and married Jeffrey, if he had told her he wanted a threesome or an open relationship, they likely would have been able to talk and work something out. Alexis was obviously not averse to the pleasures of another woman or trying new things, she'd been quite the swinger before she met the young Advertising Exec. He'd promised her the moon; she had barely seen the stars.

Fed up, frustrated and needing a chance of scenery, she'd called her friend Marta in California and Marta had been more than happy to offer her a place to stay. It'd been Marta who'd been her partner-in-crime before meeting Jeffrey; they'd torn through a few men together, a few women and, at varying times, each other. The young black woman was still one of the best female lovers Alexis had ever known and she got warm all over at the thought of being entwined with Marta again.

"Mrs. Martins?"

Alexis turned around and standing there was Jeremy Hodkins, the linebacker for the football team. He had been one of the pretty English teacher's favorite students, but he'd struggled since Day One of classes. Jeremy wasn't stupid; he just lacked confidence off the Football Field. She'd tutored him after class twice a week and now he spoke better, was more ready with answers in class, and, in fact, was nearly a Straight-A student.

"Umm .... "

"Jeremy, what did I tell you when speaking?"

"Think before I speak, then talk."

"Correct."

"All right. Mrs. Martins, I hear that you're leaving the school and won't be back next year, and you're leaving the area as well. If so, a lot of students are going to lose a great teacher and I'm going to lose a great friend. I wanted to make sure I came by before the end of the day and let you know that, you helped me a lot." The dark-haired young man smiled and his eyes, once barely looking at anyone, looked straight-on into her beaming face. Jeremy was the kind of student that it was a reward to teach, you could see the results first-hand and he'd worked hard to achieve his goals.

"Jeremy, would you like to grab a cup of coffee with me?" She wanted to relax a bit before finishing packing and she had always enjoyed his company. There would be no problem with it anymore; he had turned 18 a few days before and was no longer her student.

They ended up going to a nice café and having a truly lovely coffee and pastries. Now that he had more confidence, Jeremy wasn't putting all his eggs in one basket and hoping his Football scholarship would carry him on, he was going to minor in education as a safety net.

"What does Marissa think of this?" Marissa was Marissa Rogers, head cheerleader and Jeremy's girlfriend – not one of Alexis' favorite people. Despite being very gorgeous – and a tigress in the sack the one time she had visited the Club as a guest – Marissa was a spoiled brat and a user. Alexis had been a bit tipsy the night she'd slept with Marissa and regretted it a bit, despite the heated sex. Wisely, Marissa had played dumb ever since, but Alexis still thought she needed to be taken down a peg or two.

Alexis brushed a strawberry-blonde curl from her forehead and noticed Jeremy squirming a bit in his seat.

"Umm ... sorry, I forgot again ... we broke up, Mrs. Martins."

That came as a surprise to Alexis, because some men would have climbed mountains to be with Marissa, who was a voluptuous, tall brunette with boobs out to .... Even Alexis had entertained a prurient thought or two about Marissa, so when the opportunity had presented itself, she'd been unable to resist.

"I'm sorry to hear that Jeremy, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"No, it's okay. I found her ... well; let's just say Marissa wasn't exactly a one-woman man."

"Fucking someone else, was she?" Alexis knew that she was fucking half the football team, including the coach, who had brought her to the Club as his guest.

"Mrs. Martins!" Jeremy nearly choked on his coffee, but then he laughed.

"Christ, don't sweat it hon, I'm not your teacher anymore. I'll let you in on a little secret – Mr. Martins was doing the same thing, it's one of the reasons I'm leaving."

"What? No way!"

"Way." Alexis laughed, then crossed her legs. She noticed Jeremy looking at her sexy, stocking-clad legs. Well, shouldn't he? She was only 28 and everything still looked pretty damned good.

"Okay, well – he's out of his fucking mind. Any man who cheats on a  honey  like you needs to get his head examined."

"Honey, huh?"

"Oh geez, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ... "

"Again ... don't sweat it, I'm not your teacher and I'm enormously flattered. Let's have another cup of this wonderful coffee and then you can walk me back and help me pack up the rest of my things, all right?"

"Sure, be glad to."

Alexis looked at Jeremy in a new light. He was, quite frankly, a nice hunk of beefcake. 10 years ago, she would have set her sights on this young stud and screwed his brains out, Marissa wouldn't have stood a chance – Alexis was wild then, although she'd calmed down considerably since then.

 Hadn't  she?

Well, to be honest, no – not really, joining the Club had brought that Alexis back, big-time. The Alexis who could be bold and daring sexually, yeah,  fuck it , maybe there was still some life in the old girl yet. She smiled at the server who brought them more coffee and the wheels turned. She had a week before she had to travel to meet Marta, plenty of time to let her hair down – and if Jeffrey found out, and it wounded his precious male ego, so much the better.

Subtly, craftily, Alexis changed her tactic. She was slightly more attentive to Jeremy as they talked, she touched his hand, his arms – my, what nice muscles – she looked into his eyes and was pleasantly surprised to find out he had nice brownish-green eyes and a very warm smile. She flirted a bit, although he wasn't flirting back quite as much, perhaps unsure of her intentions. He wouldn't be much longer, she vowed.

Back at her classroom, Jeremy helped her pack up the last of her remaining boxes. "Well, if that's everything, I guess I'll be on my way," He said to her. Alexis knew it was now or never. She sat on her desk, her long suede skirt slightly unbuttoned, showing a nice expanse of leg and the thigh-high, matching suede boots she'd worn.

"Not quite, Jeremy. I want to give you some kind of thank you for being so kind ... and a good-bye as well." She crooked her finger at him and a puzzled Jeremy walked over to the desk. She pulled him close and planted a big one right on his lips. He kissed back for a minute, then he pulled away.

"Mrs. Martins, I'm sorry, I ... "

"First of all, darling boy, it's Alexis – I'm not your teacher anymore, so don't worry about any silly morality. I'm legally separated as of an hour ago, so I can do whatever the fuck I want." That was a small fib, she hadn't yet filed the paperwork. "I'm not  that  much older than you and I think you're very good looking, you're not with Marissa any more, so why shouldn't we have a little fun before we go our separate ways?"

Jeremy looked at the strawberry-blonde beauty, he knew if he were being honest, he'd had a few impure thoughts about her slim-waisted, long-legged body when she'd tutored him, but he'd judiciously kept them to himself. Still, trying to be a good guy, he was about to say something when she spoke again. "Unless you don't find me attractive?" she purred seductively.

"I think you are one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen and your husband is a Goddamned fool!" Jeremy said with a degree of assurance. He walked over to her and let her wrap her arms around him, her delicate body against his own, she felt sexy and alive – like she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She moved away and undid her silk blouse, it fell away revealing tanned skin, lightly dusted with tiny freckles, a white lacy bra that was gone in a flash and almost indistinguishable tan lines. Alexis stood up and let the suede skirt  shoosh  to the ground and now Jeremy's eyes could feast on her body clad only in boots and the garterbelt / stocking combo she favored. She hadn't worn panties today and her freshly-waxed pussy was on display to his admiring gaze. He moved forward and really kissed her now, not like an unsure youth, but as a confident young man who saw what he wanted and was going after it.

"Alexis, I really want to – make love to you, but here? Are you sure?" The beautiful teacher nodded.

"I've had a fantasy of doing it in this classroom, with a hunky student. No time like the present, Jeremy. You're going to fuck me – you can make love to me and yes, be tender, but I really want you to bend me over this desk and  fuck  me, got that stud?"

"Yes'm!" Jeremy grinned and he lowered himself down and began eating her naked pussy. Alexis was sweet to the taste and very, very wet, so she was lubricated and ready for a good fucking. Her soon-to-be ex was no match for Jeremy in the pussylicking category either – either Marissa had taught the young athlete well or he enjoyed this kind of sex.

Alexis bent herself over the desk and prepared herself for Jeremy's cock, but it was all in vain – she couldn't have prepared for what was about to happen.

Jeremy took his time nudging into her, he moved in, inch by inch, but once in there, he fucked the beautiful teacher with all the fire he had – and Jeremy was ablaze. His cock began to really rock and roll within the confines of Alexis's body, it moved in and out of her pussy with a savage grace – Jeremy wasn't cruel or rough, he was a lover of magnificent strength. If he had been fucking Marissa with this kind of intensity and she'd given it up, the girl was an idiot – Jeremy, age or not, was quite possibly one of the best fucks Alexis had ever known!

He seemed to know just what to do to keep her panting and wanting more – Alexis wasn't sure how much experience he had or if it was just natural skill – but Jeremy's hands weren't idle as he fucked her, they ran all over her smooth, slender body and kept the rest of her inflamed as well. Despite that, Jeremy didn't miss a stroke – he fucked his teacher-lover diligently, her cunt clenching his penis tightly and wanting all she could get.

What she could get was more than she had expected. He fucked her until her juices were flowing down her legs, but when she turned around at him and grinned, he slowed down and asked her "Something you'd like to try, Alexis?"

"Yes baby," Alexis panted, voice more full of want than any time in her life "I really want to be  on  the desk and have my legs around your back while you bury that big prick in me. Think we can make that happen, lover?"

"I think that can be arranged, you gorgeous bitch!" Jeremy growled in a confident tone. He helped her up on the desk and her eyes took in his girth once more, too bad she was leaving – a few more doses of man-meat like that was the cure for what ailed her!

Alexis wrapped her legs and arms around her student as he screwed her on the desk. At first, she was somewhat upright as she fucked him, but soon, she was flat on her back and looking into his face as the muscular athlete gave her the fucking of a lifetime. The desk creaked a bit, but it held on as Jeremy's rod moved in and out of her cunt, making sure to hit bottom before me came out and then, back in again.

"Dear God, you're a great fucker, give it to me!" Alexis snarled as her nails dug into his flesh.

"Gotta admit, these kind of lessons are a lot more fun than English!" Jeremy grunted as he did his best to give his favorite teacher his own kind of "thank you" for all her assistance. He felt himself about to cum and was going to move away, but Alexis reached for his cock and swallowed his entire load.

"A little bit yummier than any old apple," she grinned as he plunked down in a nearby desk and tried to regain his breath. She looked at him with newfound admiration.

Some naughty ideas came to her in those minutes while she was getting her strength back, another sign that the Alexis of old was returning. She didn't have to be in Cali for another week – plenty of time to call Marta and ... hell,  why not ?

"Jeremy? Any plans for the summer? A summer job or ...?"

"Hmm? Ah no, Mrs. ... Alexis ... my folks have enough money I don't need to work, I was just going to bum around with the guys ... and Marissa, you know ..."

Alexis' wheels began turning. "Well, I have a few ideas. First, why don't you come over and help me ... move. The bedroom furniture first."

Jeremy grinned, he was caught on right away.

"Oh, and then maybe you should bring Marissa over. She and I can have some ...  girl talk  and perhaps I can help you two out. Help her see what she might be missing ...?" Alexis had a few ideas in mind, she'd have the cheerleader bitch following her around much like Caroline did, in fact, she was going to do her best to  enslave  the little bi-bitch and then turn her over to Jeremy. 

Jeremy's eyes went wider as Alexis spoke, but she wasn't done yet.

"Oh, and didn't I hear one of the places that is scouting you is in California? Why don't you come out and visit me and my friend Marta while you're out there? I'm sure we can get ... oh sorry ...  put  you up while you're there."

Jeremy was sure he was going to have the  fucking  best summer ever. Alexis handed him an Embossed Business card and said "When you get back from visiting me in California, take Marissa  here  and give my name. I'm sure you'll have a good time and all your troubles will be over." 



The Club Ch. 06







The Club Ch. 06



"I need to tell you about Monique, Sylla. I need you to understand how much danger you are truly in." I paused, considering how to proceed. "What have you heard about her?"

Sylla shrugged a shoulder and frowned. "Annie told me a little about it. About how Tamika defeated her. I didn't think much of it, to be honest. Annie is a bit...melodramatic. And you can't really make someone orgasm until they....lose their mind, or whatever." She looked at me, confusion and concern in her eyes. "That's not really possible, is it?"

I'd studied the video of Tamika and Monique's challenge. Tamika had been in control from the very beginning, using an arsenal of sexual devices on Monique as the beautiful French girl writhed and moaned and came endlessly. When Monique's energy flagged, Tamika had bound her in a standing position, hanging the girl by her arms before continuing her sexual attack. Monique refused to admit defeat. And Tamika didn't stop until hours after Monique had lost the ability to give up.

I had also studied the CAT scans of Monique's brain afterwards. She had suffered no less than 17 individual seizures during her traumatic abuse at the relentless hands of Tamika. The damage was irreversible.

I didn't soften the facts for Sylla. She needed to know what she was getting into. She needed to be prepared for what lay ahead. But I didn't tell her everything. I didn't tell her about the traces of entactogenic psychogenic drugs (including derivatives of LSD and MDMA) and other unidentified synthetic hormones in Monique's system. 

Sylla listened in silence.

"Tamika is certifiably insane, but she only represents one type of danger," I told Sylla. "She's one of those rare naturals, like you. And the other Members see you as a threat. Particularly the Coven. And they are far more dangerous."

"Wait a second," Sylla interrupted. "Candace called me a natural, too. I thought she was talking about my..." Our eyes dipped down to the swell of her breasts. Mine might have lingered a bit longer.

I shook my head. "You're a natural because all of your sexual ability comes to you naturally. That you are capable of competing with these women is, to be honest, astounding."

"A natural as opposed to what?" Sylla asked, confused. "The other Members are the product of a government-funded super soldier program gone wrong?"

I barked a laugh and shook my head. I had never before encountered a woman who could match me for pop culture references. "As opposed to learned or practiced," I explained. "What do you do for a living?" I asked. I knew the answer, of course. I had a file on Sylla as thick as a George RR Martin novel.

Sylla arched an eyebrow, taken aback by my question. "I'm a professional assistant. A glorified secretary. An office worker. Just a normal job. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Because most of the Members don't have normal jobs," I explained. "Remember Kara? The woman who lost the Challenge at the Gathering to Michelle? She developed a revolutionary surgical technique for performing kidney transplants. Raine is a federal judge. Claire, the leader of the Cabal, is the owner of the fourth largest pharmaceutical company on the planet. She's worth billions. Barbie is something of a rock star in the world of theoretical mathematics. Candace works so high up in the federal government that her identity is classified. And Annie? She doesn't just run the Club's website. She was one of the most infamous black hat computer hackers in the world."

"Little Annie is a hacker?" Sylla asked, incredulous.

"She's retired now. But it's estimated she made hundreds of millions from compromising networks and holding their data hostage. The only reason she's not rotting in a federal penitentiary is that The Club has a lawyer who makes Keyser Soze's look like a drunk paralegal. What all these women have in common is that they are very talented, very powerful, and they always get what they want. When people like these reach the pinnacle of their trade, they turn their attention to something new. These women chose sex. And through study, training, and sheer force of will, they have become the very best in the world."

"If you're trying to make me feel like an underachiever, it's working," Sylla grumbled, folding her arms across her chest.

"On the contrary. The reason they fear you is that you've achieved membership into their exclusive club solely on the strength of your natural ability. Imagine what you'll be capable of when you know what they know."

Sylla's eyes took on a faraway look and I saw her shudder slightly. I knew she was thinking of how Candace had made her orgasm, so powerfully and so effortlessly, with little more than a whisper and a touch. And in mere seconds, too. Sylla looked at me hungrily and moved towards me in the water. The Jaws theme played ominously in my head.

I felt like an injured seal, paralyzed by her approach. Her hands were wrapped around my shaft before I could react, looking into my eyes with a predatory gleam. My cock, which had hardly softened for a moment in her presence, swelled in her hand. "I'm going to take them all down," she whispered as she climbed atop my lap and straddled my legs. "Every. Last. Fucking. One of them." She punctuated her last sentence by sitting fully onto my cock.

There are a lot of myths about having sex in the water. Many people who try it find it unsatisfying at best because they don't use a lubricant. It's counter-intuitive that you would need something extra to keep things slick and wet while submerged in a pool or tub, but water is a very poor lubricant, in fact. Sex in the water can be uncomfortable and even downright painful because the water washes away a woman's natural wetness. 

The water didn't stand a chance against Sylla. And neither did I. As she began to ride me, I closed my eyes and clenched my hands into fists, summoning every ounce of willpower I could muster. From the look in her eyes, I would need it. She rode me furiously, her passion flowing over me like a tidal wave. It was all I could do to clutch her tightly and hope to ride out the storm. 

The churning water was lapping over the sides of the hot tub as she raised and lowered her body along the entire length of my cock. Her arms were wrapped around my neck and her teeth were buried in the long tendon connecting my neck and shoulder. She bit just hard enough to make me want to bite back. My libido swelled and I opened my eyes, showing Sylla my own hunger. I placed my hands on her sides and began to take control.

I raised her body until her left nipple slipped between my teeth. I bit down and she cried out in pleasure. I pulled her weightless body down onto my cock and she uttered a low moan as she exhaled deeply. Her fingers twined through my hair and she whispered encouragement in my ear. I switched to her other nipple, sucking and biting greedily. In the back of my mind, I wondered when the water would interfere with our sex, but Sylla remained as wet as when we had begun. Her moans grew louder.

"Yes, fuck me," she murmured into my ear between moans. "Fuck me with that hard cock." She gripped my head between her hands and forced me to look into her eyes. "Give me everything you have. Everything."

I'm a strong, fit guy. I can't bench press a car or anything, but after a lifetime of sports and training, I am capable of some pretty respectable feats of athleticism. Add to the fact that we were mostly submerged in water, rendering Sylla's body all but weightless, she really didn't stand a chance against me.

I lifted Sylla off of me, spun her around, and sat her back down onto my cock before she could utter another word. She turned her head and grinned back at me, but only for a moment. I gripped her wrists in my hands and pinned them to her sides, my fingers curling about her waist, and began to fuck her, hard and fast. I didn't thrust my hips up into her. Rather, I forced her entire body back and forth through the water. Her eyes slipped closed and her lips parted. Sylla had no control of herself. With her wrists pinned, she could not support herself in any way. Neither could she touch the bottom with her feet. Her entire body was suspended in the water, being thrashed against my cock. 

"Oh, God, yes!!!" Sylla screamed.

I could feel Sylla's desire to regain control. She wasn't used to being bent to someone else's will. She began twisting her arms, attempting to break my grip so that she could brace herself in any way possible. I shifted my position so that I was standing crouched in the center of the jacuzzi. I bent Sylla's body forward until she was forced to tilt her head back to remain above the surface of the water. Her legs were splayed outward to either side of me, kicking futilely. She was now completely at my mercy. I started fucking her again, only this time, as I was standing, I could thrust forward to meet her body every time I pulled her back against myself.

I was intoxicated by the power I held over her. The most desirable woman I had ever known, not to mention the most sexually powerful, and I was in control. Absolute, complete control. All at once I stopped, the head of my cock pressed against Sylla's always wet pussy. She craned her neck to look back at me. As soon as our eyes met, I slammed my cock deep into her. Her wordless scream of ecstasy was the most erotic sound I had ever heard in my life.

I began to toy with her. I changed tempo and intensity any time she showed signs of finding the rhythm. Her moans grew increasingly desperate. I held her still with only the head of cock penetrating her until she began to thrash in the water, attempting to force herself backwards onto me. Only then did I slide myself inside of her again with excruciating slowness. Her entire body shuddered as I entered her and she let out a choked, sob-like groan of pleasure.

My confidence reached a climax. I began to thrust into her harder and faster than ever before. The muscles in my arms burned as I slammed her body back and forth. Sylla offered no struggle, she had fully accepted my control. "Cum for me, Sylla," I demanded, my voice hard with command. She looked back at me, lust written across her face. "Cum on my cock now!" I shouted thrusting into her with every ounce of energy I had remaining.

Sylla stared back at me for a long moment as my eyes bored into her. Slowly, a mischievous grin spread across her face even as I gave her everything I had.

"Not bad," Sylla observed calmly, and my pace began to slacken as I sensed that perhaps my control had not been quite so complete as I had supposed. "Truly," she reassured me. "That was better than I had expected. I see now what I have to work with."

My mouth hung open in surprise. My body, acting on it's own accord, had settled into a slow, steady pace. I was still holding Sylla in such a way that she was completely within my physical power, but it no longer felt like I was in control.

"But, I think it is going to be you who cums for me," she informed me.

Sylla legs entwined about my own and squeezed my hips between her strong thighs. Her feet curled upwards and pressed into the small of my back. Her hands twisted inside of mine, and then she was gripping my wrists, but instead of pulling my hands away from her sides, she used them to brace herself. With a core strength I would not have believed possible, she began to thrust her body back against my cock, dictating her own pace, all the while holding her head above the water. What a fool, I chided myself, to have believed even for a moment that I had been in control of this extraordinary woman. 

Sylla looked over her shoulder at me as I struggled to regain some semblance of control. I was still holding her body in the center of the hot tub. She had no base against which to fight my will other than my own body, but she used it expertly. I made a valiant effort to increase my pace until she couldn't keep up, but Sylla simply grinned at me and increased her own pace until I felt the last of my confidence slip away. And just like that, I was on the defensive, concentrating my every effort on fighting down the swelling orgasm that was raging up inside of me. 

I looked into Sylla's eyes and saw insatiable confidence. I averted my eyes to her body. It was a study in lithe perfection. Every smooth muscle worked towards driving me over the edge. With every thrust, water sluiced off her back and shoulders. I closed my eyes, but it was no use. Without sight, my other senses compensated. Sylla's moans rang in my ears. Her pussy, hotter and wetter than when she had first mounted me, gripped my cock tightly. With a gasp, I disengaged, right on the verge of orgasm. I stood shivering, trying to fight it down.

"Good," Sylla whispered as she stood and pressed her body against mine. She took my cock in her hand and I inhaled sharply. My defenses were shattered. I watched, helpless to resist, as Sylla forced me to sit on the rim of the hot tub with my feet dangling into the water. Sylla knelt between my legs and stroked my cock slowly in her hand. "I've been wanting to do this since the Gathering," she told me, looking up into my eyes. "I'm sorry we were interrupted before I could give you your reward."

She lowered her mouth onto my cock and I loosed a loud, inhuman exclamation. I gripped the lip of the pool so tightly I could feel pieces of concrete crumbling beneath my fingertips. As I watched, Sylla's took my entire cock into her mouth. I felt myself press against the back of her throat before she slowly pulled back. Looking up at me, she smiled sweetly. "You don't have to try to resist," she teased. "It won't work anyway."

She attacked my cock with a predatory hunger, pumping it with one hand while bathing the head with her tongue. I could have exploded right then. It took everything I had not to. But Sylla had reawakened my pride with that last taunt. One of the few sexual abilities I have that I would pit against any other Ruler in The Club is my ability to withstand a blow job. It was, in some ways, my secret weapon. Most women consider it to be their unstoppable finishing move, but I can resist it indefinitely.

I gathered Sylla's wet hair between my hands and closed my eyes, focusing my concentration. I detached a piece of my mind, using a technique I had learned years ago in training. I was still completely aware of what Sylla was doing to me. I could still feel and enjoy it. And I was enjoying it immensely. But just enough of my consciousness was floating separate that I could withstand it.

For several minutes I watched Sylla suck my cock with expert ability. I massaged her neck and shoulders and squeezed her body between my legs as she switched from one technique and style to another, working to send me over the edge, but as incredible as she was, I was able to take it. "What was that you said about not being able to resist?" I asked, a hint of chiding confidence creeping back into my voice.

Whatever reaction I expected from Sylla, I didn't get it. She didn't reply. She didn't stop what she was doing. She showed no sign of frustration. She merely rolled her eyes and continued.

I almost didn't see her left hand disappear beneath the water. Below the bubbling, churning surface, I could see nothing, but I knew exactly where her hand was going. In my mind's eye, I saw her finger slipping inside of her wet pussy. My cock was in her mouth, so I both felt and heard her moan. I moaned with her. She began to writhe her body gently from side to side in the water and I shifted my own body unconsciously.

Sylla didn't stop sucking my cock. She didn't slow down or show any sign of distraction. She was like two completely separate people in one body. One of them pleasing me, the other pleasing herself. And she was pleasing us both fully, completely. Her moans grew louder and more frantic. Her arm moved faster and faster and I could perfectly picture in my mind how she was slipping two fingers into her pussy while rubbing her thumb along her clit with every motion. 

I could feel her orgasm as though I were inside of her, part of her. I felt it with every fiber of my body and soul. And I felt it most strongly in that detached portion of my mind that had been my only defense.

I tried to warn her of what was coming. Tried to push her away. But in the fit of her own climax, she had taken me deep into her throat and could not be denied.

To say that I exploded into Sylla's mouth would be the understatement of the century. My orgasm was like every orgasm I ever had in my life, compressed into a singularity, now bursting forth with a raw fury that could never be matched. When the first hot jet of semen shot into Sylla's throat, her climax intensified a hundredfold. She thrashed in the water, fingering herself manically and screaming wordlessly around my cock. I ejaculated again and again, shouting her name, until my voice was raw and every last ounce of my energy spent.

I sat swaying, dazed, as Sylla stood in the water, smiling warmly at me. "That was fantastic, Adam. Thank you," she said, smacking her lips and planting a chaste kiss on the corner of my mouth. She climbed out of the water and began walking towards our piles of clothing.

"Your training begins tomorrow. Be at my place at 8," she called over her shoulder as I collapsed onto my back.



[Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading. I hope you have enjoyed the story so far. There is much more to come. I greatly appreciate your feedback and comments. Please rate this story below and leave me a message either through the comments or by contacting me directly. -SG]



The Club Ch. 07



Chapter 07 - The Cabal

Samael smirked at the reflected image in the full wall mirror. His body was immaculate, every muscle sculpted by an artist. His tanned skin glistened lightly with the sweat of exertion. His longish brown hair was swept back, revealing piercing, intelligent blue eyes. A close shave outlined his sharp aquiline features.

Lying on her back before him, Sylla was not in a comparable state. Exhaustion had stolen the taut firmness from her body. Sweat covered every inch of her skin, running in rivulets down her neck and sides. Her long, auburn hair was a disheveled mess and her hazel eyes, half-closed, lacked focus. Her lips were parted, but not in the sensual manner she so carefully cultivated. Samael grinned down at her as he slid his long, perfect cock in and out of her pussy.

With lazy casualness, he ran his thumb in small circles against her clit. Sylla moaned and closed her eyes. Her head shook from side to side, as though to refuse the orgasm he could feel building inside of her. He increased the pace of his thrusts. "Look at me, Sylla," he ordered. Her eyes fluttered open and locked onto his with helpless obedience. "Good girl," he teased. "Now cum."

She fought it. Her breath hitched as she attempted to gain control of her passion. Clutching the sheets of the bed as though they could save her, she feebly attempted to meet his thrusts. Samael laughed down at her with undisguised disdain. Now she knew how lucky she had been to defeat him at their last meeting. Now she understood the futility of resistance.

When they first met, Samael had dominated every aspect of their sexual encounter until Sylla had managed to trick him with a cunning ploy. She had gained control over him and used that control to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. Tonight, Samael had taken care to reconstruct every nuance of their previous battle. He fucked her in every position he had last time. He made her cum whenever called for by the script in his mind. This time, however, when they reached that crucial moment at which Sylla could hope to turn the tables, Samael had swatted aside her attempt with ease.

Her confidence thus shattered, Samael had his way with her. He took her in position after position, watching as her last reserves of energy and hope drained away. An air of desperation hung over Sylla as he plowed through the very last of her defenses. He could taste imminent victory in the sweat between her breasts.

He slammed his cock into her with brutal force. "I told you to cum!" he shouted. Sylla obliged, not only with cries of pleasure as her final orgasm shot through her, but with the abandonment of all thoughts of victory. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, unable to even beg him to stop as she climaxed endlessly.

Samael loosed a wordless bellow of triumph and pounded his hips against Sylla with renewed vigor. Sylla's body fell limp and she whimpered pathetically. The force of his thrusts caused her head to bang against the bed's headboard with each collision of their bodies. Knock knock knock.

He had done it. He had defeated Sylla. And she was only the first. He was so much stronger now. More sexually potent than ever before. With this victory, he gained access to the next tier in The Club. "Please," Sylla moaned. "Please. You win." Samael ignored her. His cock was harder than it had ever been before. He was not nearly done. He pumped his cock into her. Knock knock knock.

He wouldn't stop with Sylla. He was going to be the first of The Club's Angels to defeat every single Member. He would take his revenge against Nikki for her unspeakable torture and then he would take down Donna. The Club would be his and they would all serve him. And service him.

Knock knock knock.

Samael startled awake and stumbled awkwardly out of bed, swaying unsteadily. The fantasy was already fading.

Weeks had passed since his endless torture at the hands of Nikki. Well, at the hands and mouth of Nikki. Her legendary, incredible, terrible mouth. After losing a wager with Donna, the leader of The Club, he had spent hours chained to a wall with Nikki kneeling before him. The first orgasm she had brought him to had come in mere seconds. He had never felt a tongue like hers. She never even allowed him to go soft. His next climax followed less than a minute later. That was the last pleasure he took from the experience.

Each subsequent orgasm had taken longer to achieve and had been increasingly uncomfortable until discomfort gave way to pain. And then to panic. He had shouted and threatened. Begged and pleaded. Nikki had only taunted and teased him all the more ruthlessly as tears began to stream down his face.

By the fifth or sixth orgasm, he no longer actually ejaculated. Each orgasm was completely dry. But Nikki's mouth was hot and wet and she forced him to remain hard long after he was sure his body was no longer capable of sustaining an erection. Samael had stopped counting, had lost the ability to count, by the twelfth orgasm, but she had not stopped for many more hours and many more orgasms. Not until long after he had felt something snap in his mind like a dry stick.

Since that day, Samael had not had an orgasm. He was not even capable of gaining an erection without pharmaceutical assistance. He had tried everything. Entertained every fantasy. Nothing worked. He was broken. Destroyed. His life was over. Nikki had ruined him. On Donna's orders. But it was all Sylla's fault, really.

Knock knock knock.

Samael staggered slowly out of his bedroom and stumbled down the long hallway, bracing against the wall for support. He could not remember the last time he had eaten and was weak as a kitten from lack of nourishment. As he passed one of the many mirrors lining the hall, he caught a glimpse of himself and did not recognize the emaciated, unshaven man staring back at him with haunted eyes. All at once he became aware of the stench of his own body. He could not remember his last shower, either.

The murmur of voices startled him out of his reflection and he turned to stare dumbly at the front door of his home. Someone was out there. Knocking. But, who? And why?

He didn't care. The door was locked. They would go away and leave him alone with his misery.

A wave of lightheadedness washed over Samael and he leaned against a wall as his vision blurred. He heard a faint click and as his sight cleared, he stared open-mouthed at the door swinging open to reveal a swarm of beautiful women. The most exotically attractive of them stepped forward and Samael fell to his knees before her. "Mistress Claire!" he attempted, but all that emitted from his dry throat was a gravelly croak.

Claire, the leader of the Cabal, was ranked 11th in The Club, one step away from reaching the top most of the exclusive tiers. As she had climbed the ranks, she had busily recruited weaker Members to her cause. The witchcraft Claire wielded was rumored to enhance the sexual abilities of herself and her minions. And it was undeniable that each had been climbing steadily through the rankings since becoming her thrall.

Samael remained kneeling, transfixed by the raw power and beauty standing before him. The women behind her were all wearing normal clothing, but Claire was covered by a floor-length, unadorned black robe. The hood was pushed back and Claire's long, honey-colored hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back. Her skin had the healthy olive glow of noble Middle-Eastern families. Samael stared into her eyes which seemed to hide behind a smoky veil. Were they gray? Brown? A wave of nausea crashed over him and Samael collapsed to his hands and knees.

Without so much as a gesture from Claire, but following an unmistakably issued command, the rest of the Cabal filed silently into Samael's home.

First came Amber, ranked 12th, a former porn star who, at the height of her career, had given it all up to become a Member of the Club. Her blonde, California-girl innocent good looks belied a vicious ambition.

Jennifer followed, one of the Club's founding members. The stunningly gorgeous redhead had long been on a downward spiral as younger, hungrier women forced her down the rankings. She had been among the first to join Claire's Cabal, trading her soul for a chance to reclaim the glory of her youth. Already, she had avenged her previous two losses and regained the 17th rank.

Della came next. A tall, willowy professional model with brown hair and darkly tanned skin. It was rumored that Claire had forced Della into servitude against her will as a display of power to the other members of the Cabal. Whatever the truth, Della served with utter loyalty. She remained 20th, as Claire had not allowed her to challenge for a higher ranking since bringing her into the fold.

Kym entered pulling a bulging black suitcase behind her. She had been a practicing witch when she joined The Club and was immediately snatched up by Claire. She had rocketed through the rankings, and currently sat at the 22nd position. Her sassy reputation made her a favorite among the Angels, the men who served all The Club's Members.

On her heels came Linda, the bubbling blue-eyed beauty with curly blonde hair. Her joyful enthusiasm for sex had not helped her climb past the lowest tier until she had joined the Cabal. Less than a month after submitting to Claire's will, she had won her first challenge match in half a year and entered the next tier with a ranking of 24th.

Last of the Cabal, Amy entered. The Cabal's newest and most junior member, she was one of the least imposing Members of The Club. Standing only a hair over five feet and lacking the pin-up body shared by so many of the other Members, Amy's greatest weapon was her immense intellect. Sylla had foolishly challenged her and earned the contempt of Claire.

Samael blinked in confusion as the women spread throughout his home with efficient purpose. As he turned his attention back to Claire, she held a painted clay bottle before him. With shaking hands, he grasped it. She stared down at him and his stomach tightened into a knot. Drink it. The command echoed in his head. Had she spoken it aloud?

He raised the bottle to his lips and tilted it back. The smell hit him as the first drop of liquid touched his lips. Death, decay, worms, fear. He shuddered with revulsion and gagged, but his body would not obey the panic in his mind. More of the liquid flowed into his mouth. Terror, fire, rot, putrescence. Pain wracked Samael's body. His eyes watered, his tongue swelled, his stomach heaved.

Samael's fragile mind splintered with blinding pain. His sanity fled like rats from a sinking ship. He could not see, hear, or think. He could not even scream. A single thought coalesced in the ruin of his psyche: Mistress Claire.

His mouth was filled with honey. Golden, delicious ambrosia. He swallowed greedily, not allowing a single drop to escape his lips. He was assaulted by sensations. The smell of honeysuckle on a warm spring morning, old leather, freshly sliced oranges. The moans of lovers rang in his ears. He could feel smooth bare skin rubbing against his body.

The empty bottle fell from his fingers and shattered into a thousand fragments before him. He looked up reverently. "Mistress Claire," he whispered through cracked lips.

A hint of a smile touched Claire's mouth.

Cool hands slipped beneath Samael's arms and pulled him to his feet. "Go, Samael," Claire commanded. "Kym and Linda will prepare you for the ritual." She turned away, dismissing them, and Samael felt the loss like a stab wound in his gut.

He was dimly aware, as he was led through his house, of a flurry of activity all around him. Members of the Cabal were pushing furniture about, clearing the accumulation of unwashed dishes, and unpacking an assortment of strange items from their black suitcase.

He found, to his surprise, that he felt better than he had in days. More alive. Stronger. He noticed for the first time that he had two of the Club's Members, who had previously been far above his station, walking on either side of him, their amazing bodies brushing against his in the narrow hallway.

He was guided into the master bathroom, where the large walk-in shower was already filling the room with steam. Kym and Linda began to undress themselves with an uncanny mixture of sensuality and detached professionalism. Samael moved to undress himself before realizing that he was already fully naked. He had been nude the entire time.

Linda, smiling sweetly, pulled Samael by the hand into the shower and beneath the multiple jets of hot water. Kym followed moments later, carrying a razor and several bottles of soap and shampoo. Samael stood in a daze as two of the most powerful and attractive women he had ever encountered began to wash his body clean with soft sponges and scented soaps.

Kym was kneeling before him, rubbing a soapy sponge along the length of his thighs, when he felt the first stirrings deep within himself. Linda was standing behind him, her hands massaging his scalp with shampoo, her large breasts brushing lightly against his back. Samael drew in a deep breath and closed his eyes. Mistress Claire's potion had cured him!

Samael opened his eyes slowly and looked down. Kym was kneeling frozen before him, staring with lust-filled eyes at his swelling cock. Samael placed his hands on either side of her face and gently pulled her closer. Her lips opened as her eyes closed and she took him into her mouth. Water coursed down her lithe body as she began to suck his cock.

Linda's hands roamed over his smooth chest as she began to writhe her body against him, her nipples hard against his back. She left a trail of kisses from one muscled shoulder to the other. He reached backwards with one hand and gripped Linda's ass while guiding Kym's head with the other. The women moaned in unison.

Linda's body, slick with soap, slid easily against Samael with building tension. His fingers traced patterns along her ass and around her thigh, seeking her wet pussy. Linda gasped and moaned deep in her throat as he found her clit and began teasing it between two fingers. She arched up on her toes to kiss him, attacking his tongue with desperate hunger. Samael met her passion and doubled it, forcing Linda to break the kiss, panting for breath.

Kym, sensing a lack of attention, began to rapidly pump the shaft of Samael's cock with one hand while running the other over his flat stomach and muscular chest. She alternated between sucking his balls, running her tongue along the length of his shaft, and taking his large head into her mouth. She moaned in ecstasy as she increased her pace.

While Samael guided Kym according to his desires with one hand atop her head, he curled the fingers of his other hand around the back of Linda's neck and pulled her into anther deep kiss. His tongue penetrated her lips and she shuddered against him, whimpering softly. When she could take no more and broke off the kiss, Samael forced her downward, and she trailed kisses along his chest and side as she dropped to her knees beside Kym.

Samael grabbed a handful of dripping wet hair in each hand and forced them to look up at him. "Ok, ladies," he said, a grin spreading on his face. "Here's the game. Whoever sucks my cock the best, gets fucked. The loser will have to watch."

They attacked his cock with the ferocity of starving lions. Their hands clutching his ass, pumping his shaft, raking nails down his muscled stomach. Their mouths and tongues battled for ownership of the head of his cock. Kym won, after drawing Linda into a passionate kiss that left the blonde girl breathless. Kym went to work, her tongue flicking with perfection against the sensitive skin beneath the head. She looked up into his eyes and attempted to take him fully into her throat. Samael flexed the head of his cock and Kym disengaged, coughing.

Linda eagerly took her place, drawing Samael into her hot, wet mouth. She clutched her own large breasts in her hands, teasing the nipples and massaging, as she pistoned her head against Samael's cock. Kym recovered quickly and began sucking and licking Samael's balls.

Back and forth they went, each trying to gain Samael's favor with their unsurpassed abilities. Linda was capable of taking Samael deeper into her throat than Kym, but Kym's fiery passion won her points. Often, when Linda was in control, Kym would attack her, fingering, pinching, and biting until Linda was temporarily incapacitated, allowing Kym to take over.

When no clear victor emerged, Samael declared their battle a draw and forced them both to bend over before him. He shoved his cock first into Kym, who cried out in pleasure. He drove two fingers into Linda's pussy, eliciting a matching exclamation.

He fucked them both, bent over in his shower, until their legs were shaking from the power of their orgasms. They clutched each other for support, their eyes willing Samael to focus on the other so that they might have time to recover. He was close to finishing them both, he knew. Had any man ever defeated two of The Club's Members at once? Surely not.

A pinprick of pain, like a bee sting on the back of his neck, woke him from his reverie.

Samael blinked in confusion. Kym stepped out from behind him, already dried and wearing a black robe. He was standing alone in the shower. Linda, also wearing the black robe of the Cabal, was looking at him expectantly. He looked down. His penis remained flaccid. It had only been a dream. He was still broken.

With a sigh of resignation, he stepped slowly out of the shower. Kym and Linda quickly toweled him dry. His body had been shaved clean. Even his long hair had been trimmed. The women went about their work with clinical indifference, never meeting his eyes. They refused to allow him deodorant, cologne, or clothing, but did insist that he thoroughly brush his teeth.

When he had finished to their satisfaction, they led him out of the bathroom and into a transformed world hardly recognizable as his house.

Every light had been extinguished. Candles lined the long hallway casting shadows that leapt and danced to a dark song. As he watched, mesmerized, he found he could almost hear the music. The shadows beckoned Samael to give himself over to their madness.

Cool hands pushed him down the hallway and he obeyed, stumbling forward on unsteady legs. His head swam and he reached out to brace himself for support. His hand sunk into the wall and he pulled back in revulsion. The walls began to breath in an alien rhythm. He was inside of some awful creature. It had swallowed him whole. He looked around wildly for an escape, but the hallway stretched onwards for miles. He collapsed, screaming in horror.

Warm hands pulled him off the floor where he had curled into a fetal ball and shoved him down the hallway, deeper into the belly of the beast. The terror was paralyzing, but he lacked the strength of will to resist.

After an eternity of torment, they turned the corner and he faced what once had been his living room.

A large circle dominated the room, easily 15 feet across. The circle was constructed of a variety of strange materials. The base appeared to be a thick band of fine white sand. Slivers of gleaming metal showed through the sand in places: silver, copper, and gold. Spaced evenly around the circle stood tall black candles, filling the room with flickering shadows, dancing upon the walls.

Claire stood in the center of the circle, her eyes closed and hands held out in a gesture of supplication. Her lips moved, as though in prayer, but no sound came forth.