9 comments/ 173013 views/ 19 favorites Fucking Her Sister's Husband Ch. 01 By: Katthrynn You may notice this story is written in a raunchier style than my other work. I am experimenting with a new style. I hope you enjoy it. * This is the story of two sisters. There is Suzie who is the good sister and Stephanie, the nasty one. Suzie is married to Randall. She is an excellent wife and mother. She takes care of her home and her family and fucks her husband like a good wife. She fucks in one, maybe two, positions. She fucks him quickly and showers as soon as she's done. She doesn't like to use toys or kinky outfits. Suzie claims to have no fantasies she'd like to act out. And she certainly would never fuck anyone except Randall. That would be WRONG! Stephanie is married to Carlos. She's a pretty good wife and mother, but she, also, has a job. She works hard at taking care of her family, but she's not that great at taking care of the house. She needs a lot of help from Carlos just to keep the dirt and the mess down to a reasonable level. She fucks her husband like a good slut. She fucks him in as many positions as they can think of. She has a trunk full of toys and half a closet full of kinky outfits. Stephanie has a million fantasies and has acted out at least half of them. She certainly fucks a lot of people besides Carlos, often with Carlos watching and joining in. And she's been fucking Randall for a little over six months. On the day our tale begins, Stephanie and Carlos are eating breakfast when the phone rings. "Hello," "Hey Steph," It was Randall. "would'ya like to fly to Minneapolis with me tomorrow?" "That could be fun. Why Minneapolis?" "Work is sending me there for a couple of days. Would Carlos mind you taking off?" "I'm pretty sure he'd be cool with me going there with you for a couple of days." Carlos nodded his head vigorously; a shit-eating grin plastered to his face. "Good. The plane leaves at 4pm." "Okay. I'll meet you at the airport." She hung up the phone and turned to her husband. "So Randall is feeling randy, huh?" Carlos quipped. "I guess so. Susie's probably made his balls so blue, they're probably ready to fall off." "You know, your sister needs a really good fucking. She needs to remember what fucking's all about it." "Probably. I don't know what happened. It's like as soon as the wedding ring slipped on to her finger all of Mom's hang ups came crashing down on her." Carlos wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her onto his lap. "Thank God that didn't happen to you." He said kissing her. His tongue slipped into her mouth while his hands slipped into her robe. "Thank God." She agreed kissing him back. His hand squeezed her breast softly before sliding down her side. It lingered for a moment on the gentle slope between her waist and her ass before sliding around to grip her ass firmly. Stephanie slipped off his lap to kneel between his legs. "You know, she won't even give Randall a blow job." "You're kidding?" Carlos unfastened his pants. "That's fucking grounds for divorce." "You know it." Stephanie agreed pulling his nice thick cock out of his pants and swallowing it. It wasn't completely hard yet, so she could fit it all easily into her mouth. She moved her tongue along the soft length of it and felt it harden in her mouth. Soon it was too big to hold and she had to let some of it slip out. Slowly, she let all of it slide out of her mouth until her lips only touched the tip of it. Then she sucked it all slowly back into her mouth like it was a strand of spaghetti. His cock was pressed against the back of her throat and there was still about a ½ inch not in her mouth. Carlos grabbed the back of her head and thrust the last ½ inch into her mouth. "Maybe Randall should take you home to give her lessons." Stephanie nodded vigorously while Carlos kept thrusting his cock down her throat. "Oh God. You're such a hot little bitch, you could give a hooker lessons. Get on the table, I want to fuck you right now." He pulled out of her throat and Stephanie quickly stood up and pealed off her robe. Pushing the breakfast dishes aside she lay back on the kitchen table. Her spread open legs dangled off the side. Carlos quickly dropped his pants and climbed onto the table between his wife's legs. He wasn't worried about the table collapsing. He had reinforced the supports himself after their first kitchen table had collapsed doing this very same thing. His hand came down in the cereal bowel spilling it all over the table. Neither noticed. "Come on, baby. I need to fuck you. I need your cock inside me. Hurry baby." Stephanie urged. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you're still going to be feeling it while your sucking Randall's dick at the airport." Carlos thrust his dick into Stephanie's slippery snatch. "Oh yes!" Stephanie cried orgasming as much from thinking about screwing her sister's husband as from being fucked by Carlos. "Fuck yes! Cum for me. Cum all over my cock." Carlos grunted as he thrust harder and harder into her hot cunt. "I love having a filthy slut for a wife." "Oh yes! Keeping fucking me. Please keep fucking me. Don't stop. Oh God. Don't stop." "Play with your tits." He ordered. She immediately grabbed her lush boobs. "Squeeze them. Squeeze them hard. Hold them up for me." She held them up for him and he leaned down and bit the nipples sharply. That sent her off again screaming and shaking through another orgasm. "Oh yes," Carlos cried. "Yes, cum you hot slut." He thrust harder into her as his own orgasm ripped through his body and exploded into her womb. Collapsed on the table, still entwined in one another, Carlos and Stephanie both began to feel to the cold wet of spilled cereal creeping across the table. The detangled themselves and climbed off the table. "Oh God. We trashed the kitchen again." Stephanie said. "Thank God the kids are at school." Carlos laughed. "At least we have time to clean up." "I think I have Fruit-loops in my hair." "It looks good on you. Makes me want to eat you up." Stephanie laughed. "Oh no. Then I'd never get any work done." Carlos laughed. "And that's such a bad thing?" Stephanie laughed too. "It is if I'm going to be able to fly to Minneapolis tomorrow. Can you clean all this up while I check in with the offices?" "Yeah sure." Stephanie grabbed up her robe and put it back on. Carlos was mopping up the milk as she headed to the basement. Her office was set up down there. She was a paralegal for three different law firms. Two here in Cincinnati and one is Chicago. Thanks to the Internet she could work for all three without ever leaving her home. She quickly checked messages at each office, downloaded her work for the day and forwarded her business phone to her upstairs extension. Then she headed up stairs to shower. Carlos had finished straightening up the kitchen when she got back up stairs. He was standing at the sink doing the dishes with his back to the basement door. He was still naked. Stephanie couldn't resist. She crept quietly up on him and slipped her arms around him. Pressing her body against his and fondling his cock she whispered, "Have I ever told you how sexy men are when they're doing the dishes?" "Yes. Every time I do them." "Well, they are." She answered sliding her hand up and down his cock. "I thought you had work to do." "I do. I just wanted to give you something to think about while you're working today." "Well, I'm tuck pointing the chimney today, so maybe I should keep my mind on my work." Stephanie laughed. "I guess so. I'm going up to shower. If the phone rings just let it go to voicemail. Okay?" "Sure. Whatever you say." In the shower, Stephanie couldn't stop thinking about her trip with Randall. She couldn't wait. Best of all they were going to spend the night together. She loved fucking Randall. He was amazing. The first time she'd ever fucked Randall was last summer. The two families had rented a cabin on a lake in Minnesota for a month. It was in one of those parts of Minnesota where there was a lake ever few feet. One day when it was 95 degrees out, Stephanie had gone for a walk. She followed a small stream that fed into the lake. Eventually she came to sort of a natural dam of large rocks. Three of the rocks came together in such a way as to form a seat right in the flowing water. It was so hot and the water looked so cool. Stephanie stepped out of her sandals and waded over to the seat and sat down. Ahhhhh. It had felt sooo good. Standing in the shower, remembering, Stephanie could still feel how wonderful it felt to have all that cool water rushing by her on a scalding hot day. She sat in the rushing water for a few minutes then she wondered how it would feel to have water rushing around her naked back. Glancing around she saw no one so she pulled off her T-shirt and tossed it near her sandals. The water hit her naked back and rushed around her, swirling against her belly and breasts. She leaned back against the rocks and the water poured over her shoulders. Her nipples hardened in the icy water. She touched them gently with her fingertips. That little touch made her pussy throb. She pinched them and pulled them until they stood tall above her firm breasts. In the shower, present-day Stephanie played with her nipples again reliving the memory. Stephanie began to notice how tight her wet cut-offs were. She unsnapped them and recklessly pulled them off and threw them over with the rest of her clothes. Completely naked now, she lay stretched out upon the rocks, the clear water washing over her body. Her hands sensuously sliding over her breasts, her belly, her hips finding their home between her legs. She propped one foot on the rocks to open her pussy wide letting her fingers have greater access. Unknown to her, all this time Randall had been watching her. He'd been sent to find her and tell her the others were off to the beach with the kids. In the shower, Stephanie had her fingers deep in her pussy too. She pictured Randall standing on the riverbank, cock in hand, watching her masturbate in the rushing water. Still laying in the rushing river, one hand gripping her breast and one hand stroking her clit, Stephanie slowly built herself up to a long hot climax. She was close to the top when her fingers were joined by a tongue. She screamed and opened her eyes. She saw the naked body of her brother between her legs, his face buried in her pussy. Her right hand grabbed his hair pushing him deeper into her cunt. She gasped at the sensations his skilled tongue was giving her. "Oh yes. Oh God yes!" "Yes. Oh God yes!" Present-day Stephanie echoed herself in the shower. Randall stuffed two fingers into her open twat and thrust them in deep. Thrust, thrust, thrust thrust. Harder and harder he finger fucked her. He raised his head to watch her. "Cum, baby. Cum for me." He said still fingering her hard. "I'm cumming! Oh yes, I'm cumming!" She shouted to the sky. "Oh yes! Yes! Yes!!!" Stephanie's body went limp. Her head fell back plunging her face under water. She jerked it back up sputtering. Laughing kindly at her mishap Randall climbed up her body and lined his cock up with her pussy. "I have got to fuck you, Stephie." "Damn right, you've got to." Stephanie answered opening up her legs for him. With one hard movement he was inside her. He wrapped his arms around her body and held her against his chest. "It will have to be quick," he whispered. "Susie and the others are expecting us." "Just fuck me." Stephanie gasped. "Fuck me hard and fuck me fast." Present-day Stephanie was lying in the bathtub with the shower spraying her body. One leg slung over the edge and other foot resting on the faucet. Her left hand was on her clit and her right hand was fucking herself with the handle of the back scrubber. In out, in out, in out she thrust trying to echo the rhythm from six months ago. In out, in out Randall fucked Stephanie in the rushing stream. Stephanie couldn't believe how fast he was driving her to another orgasm. She could feel her whole body tingling, her pussy throbbing. Any second now... here it comes. Oh God, yes! "I'm cumming!" She whispered in his ear as the orgasm broke over her entire body. "Steph, oh Steph." He moaned and gave three final thrusts into her spamming pussy. In the shower, Stephanie came with them while dreaming her back scrubber was Randall's hard cock. Stephanie and Randall lay together in the flowing stream for a few moments. Then Stephanie burst out laughing. "Oh God, Randall, what were thinking? You're going to be in so much trouble." "And you won't?" "Carlos will be pissed I didn't ask first, but he'll understand. Susie won't." "Are you planning on telling her?" "No way, but I hope she doesn't find out." "Besides, I wasn't really thinking at all. I was walking through the woods looking for my sister when I came upon this river Goddess masturbating in a forest stream. I was struck with awe and wonder. Her very presence drew me to her and commanded me to fuck her. Who am I to disobey a Goddess? When I finished and thrust my offering deep into the womb of the Goddess, the divine presence faded and I beheld my missing sister in-law in my arms." "Is what happened?" "Absolutely." "If you say so." Stephanie laughed. After a few minutes she said, "We should probably get dressed and head back. You said they were waiting for us." "Sort of. They piled the kids in the minivan and headed over the Hastings's beach. I was supposed to find you and drive over in the Saturn." "Well, at least we'll be able to clean up first." Stephanie said pulling on her clothes. Randall followed her example and dressed. Then he wrapped his arms around Stephanie and pulled her to him for a kiss. "I really enjoyed that. Did you?" He asked. "Yeah. That was amazing." He looked into her eyes. "I'd like to do it again, if you're interested." Her eyes sparkled. "You betcha. You're an incredible fuck." He smiled and kissed her again. Together they went back to the cabin. Stephanie lay exhausted in her tub remembering that first incredible fuck. KNOCK, KNOCK. "Honey, I thought you wanted to get some work done?" Carlos called through the door. "You'll never get anywhere if you spend all day masturbating in the shower." "Who said I was masturbating?" "Well, besides all the moaning, the cries of 'I'm cumming' kinda gave it away." "Oh. Yeah I guess that'd be a clue. I'll be right out." Fucking Her Sister's Husband Ch. 02 01: Build up "There'll be a limo waiting." Randall whispered excitedly to Stephanie as they exited the plane in Minneapolis. "It will take us to the hotel where we can be alone for a couple of hours." "I'm not sure I can wait for the hotel." Stephanie answered urgently. Stephanie and Randall had been teasing each other for the entire plane ride. The plane had been too crowded for anything overt, but there had been plenty of discrete brushings and squeezing; fondling and tweaking. They grabbed their luggage and walked quickly to the pick up area. There was a driver holding a sign with Randall's name on it. Randall greeted him and they were shown to the car. "How long is the drive to the hotel?" asked Stephanie. "About forty-five minutes, Ma'am." "Plenty of time." Stephanie murmured getting in. Randall sat beside her and Stephanie flipped around to straddle him, her knees resting on the seat on either side of him. The driver closed the door and got in the driver's seat. "Stephanie! The driver saw you!" "Aw, who cares?" Stephanie replied as the car pulled away from the curb. "What's gonna happen? He gonna tell your wife? Besides, if I can't wait for your cock, it's your fault, teasing me the whole way here." She ground her pelvis against his cock. "My fault?" Randall adjusted his painfully hard cock inside his pants. "I don't think my dick would be this hard if you weren't doing some teasing back." Stephanie rolled her pelvis back and forth against him. "Is your dick hard? Is that what I'm feeling? You're rock hard dick? What does it want, do you think? My pussy? Does your rock hard dick want to be inside my pussy?" She leaned forward and kissed him. He unfastened the buttons on her suit jacket revealing nothing underneath, but the black lace, demi-cup bra encasing her tits. He cupped her breasts letting his thumbs brush the nipples through the rough lace. "You slutty little woman, you didn't wear a blouse. Do you even have underwear on? As you're rubbing against me like a cat in heat, do you even have panties covering that wet, hungry pussy?" Stephanie nodded. "A thong." She arched her back and bent backward nearly touching the floor of the car. Randall had to grab her quickly to keep her from falling. She was driving him mad. "A really small one." She said coming back up. Her hands started unbuttoning his pants. All thoughts of propriety melted out of Randall's head. He just wanted to free his cock and bury it in this woman's tight cunt. Stephanie got his pants open and his cock sprang free. He grabbed the bottom of her ass and lifted her slightly. She pushed aside the ridiculously small thong and he set her down on his cock. They moaned in unison. "Oh God." Stephanie said trembling. "Oh God. I need this." Randall, who needed it even more, didn't speak. He just thrust up into her. Stephanie grounded down to meet him. Up he thrust; down she pushed. Up down. Up down. Randall tilted his head up toward hers, she leaned down. They kissed hard. His soft lips pressing hers. His tongue invading her mouth; her tongue dancing against his. His arms wrapped around her waist clutching her ass. Her arms draped over his shoulders. Her body trembling faster and faster. His thrusts ever more violent; ever more desperate. Stephanie broke the kiss shouting, "Yes, yes. I'm cumming. Jesus Fuck! Make me cum, you bastard! Make my pussy cum!" Randall's moan became a cry of triumph as he swelled insider her and his cum exploded into her womb. One, two, three final thrusts and he was done. His body felt drained and euphoric. Empty and yet full of joy and satisfaction. He couldn't remember the last time he felt like that after sex with his wife. Usually he just felt empty and frustrated. Breathing heavy, his racing heart slowly returning to normal, Randall came back to earth. Came back to reality. Came back to his body inside a company limo half-naked, his pants around his ankles with his dick in his sister. "Oh my God!" He said. Stephanie laughed. "That was fun. Wasn't it?" "I can't believe we did that. We just fucked in the back of a company limo. I could get so fucking busted." "Yeah, but haven't you always wanted to?" "Yeah, but." Yeah, but nothing." Stephanie said squeezing his dick with her pussy muscles. "Give the driver a fifty and he won't tell a soul." "A fifty?!" "Life in the fast lane, brother." She grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. "Stephanie, don't you think we should clean up now?" She looked at her watch. "Why? We've still got more than 30 minutes before we reach the hotel." "I don't think I can go again so fast. I'm not 18." He didn't take his hands off her breasts though. "I think you're underestimating yourself." She leaned to the side and grabbed the remote for the TV behind her. "Find something inspiring to watch while I see if I can speed things up." She lifted herself off his semi-hard cock and slid to the floor. She leaned forward and swallowed his entire dick in one gulp. Randall gasped and gripped the remote. Blindly he pushed buttons until he heard some moaning that was not coming from them. He focused on the screen and saw two women by a pool on a hot day. At least he guessed it was a hot day. He couldn't think of any other reason why they would be fucking each other with a double-headed ice dildo. Stephanie heard the groaning and looked up. She grinned around his cock and shot him a look that said, "I told you so." Randall gripped her hair and forced her further down on his dick; his eyes glued to the screen. The sporty-looking blond was sprawled on a deck chair while the lush brunette licked her clit and pistoned the rapidly melting ice dildo in and out of her twat. Stephanie's tongue was slithering up and down the underside of his cock like a snake. His dick was coming back to life faster than he could believe. His eyelids sank downward as he dropped into the sensation like he was falling down a well. The moaning on screen had changed to a duet. His eyes snapped back open. The girls were now ass to ass on all fours the ice dildo stuffed up both their twats. The girls had a hell of a rhythm going. From the screaming they were both going to cum any second. He pulled Stephanie off his cock by the hair and pushed her on to the opposite seat. She scrambled into position. Face and arms resting on the seat, knees on the floor and spread, ass in the air. Randall knelt behind her and slammed his diamond hard dick up her dripping cunt. He fucked her fast and hard until she was thrashing through another orgasm. Then he pulled his dick out of her. "What the hell?" She gasped. He ignored her and scooped some of his and her cum out with his fingers. She got the idea when he smeared it on her anus. "Wait, Randall... You can't." "Too late. This was your idea. You know it's hard for me to cum quickly the second time unless I'm in your ass." "I forgot." Stephanie was a little scared of anal sex. Once she got going she usually came like gang busters, but she was always a bit nervous at first. "It's going to hurt." She whispered. "Yep." Randall said callously. Then he leaned over and bit her neck. "And you're going to love it." "Oh my God." Stephanie whispered. Randall worked one finger into her ass, loosening her up, then another. Stephanie started to moan half with fear and half with excitement. Randall lined his cock up to her asshole and began to force it in. "Oh God." She gasped. "Oh God, Randall, oh God." "Yes, I am your God. Call out to me." He pushed in harder and felt her ring of muscles fighting him. He leaned over her and bit her again while reaching around and stroking her clit. "Submit to me. Relax." Stephanie felt her body relax and get excited at the same time. "Oh yes, my Lord. Fuck me. Fuck me in the ass." With a growl of triumph Randall shoved his dick completely in. He felt his balls snug against her pussy. "Oh my God!" Stephanie called out. Randall pulled his dick out of her and then forced it back in. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Stephanie chanted thrusting her ass back to meet him. Randall fucked her ass relentlessly, harder and harder. Her ass was so tight around his dick, warm and soft like butter. Harder and harder he fucked her. Her cries reduced to whimpers. He felt his cock grow and swell. His loud high cry echoed through the limo. "Stephanie!" as his cock exploded and shot his semen into her bowels. "Oh God! Yes Randall! I'm fucking cumming." She echoed him as her body thrashed against the limo seats. He fell across her back. They both lay there panting. "Oh... my...God." She panted. "You ... are so... fucking amazing. I can't stop shaking." His own hand shaking, Randall lifted her hand and looked at her watch. "You better. We're almost there." "Oh shit." She laughed. They both scrambled to put themselves back together. The limo turned left then turned left again. Randall glanced out the window. "Looks like the driver is giving us some extra time. I think he's circling the block." "Thank God. He's earning his fifty." "He sure is." Randall agreed fastening his pants. Stephanie took out a small mirror and checked her hair, a little rumpled but not too bad. They were seated demurely on the seats when the limo pulled into the drop off lane in front of the hotel. The doorman opened the door and offered a hand to Stephanie. She gracefully took it and walked placidly into the hotel. Randall followed slightly less composed after giving the driver his tip. Fucking Her Sister's Husband Ch. 03 The limo pulled up in front of the third strip club of the night. The driver opened the door and Willie Roberson waved for Randall and Stephanie to get out first. Stephanie inwardly rolled her eyes. Could Randall's boss be more obvious about wanting to ogle her ass? After the last meeting of the night Willie had insisted on taking them to dinner which Stephanie was fine with, but afterward she just wanted to take Randall upstairs and fuck him senseless. Instead they were being dragged to strip club after strip club. Stephanie enjoyed strip clubs as much as any sex crazed female. She once told Carlos they titillated her latent bi-sexual urges. Carlos laughed loudly, "Latent? There's nothing latent about them!" Stephanie laughed too because he was so right. Something about watching all the beautiful women of different shapes and sizes and turn-ons got her so incredibly hot. One time in college on a bet she got up on stage and danced with one of the girls. They ended up kissing and making out on stage. She had gotten kicked out and the stripper got fired. But they went home that night fucked each other senseless. Stephanie smiled to herself remembering. Her smiled became brittle when Willie patted her ass as he said, "Well kids, I've saved the best for last. This place is primo! You're gonna love it. Then we'll be ready to go back to the hotel room and have a little fun." He leered at Stephanie. Stephanie shot Randall a look that said, Not if my life depended on it. Randall winked at her telling her to relax it would be okay. All three stepped into the club and stopped. It was dazzling. Spread out before them was a panorama of flesh. There had to be nearly a dozen smaller stages plus the main stage up front. Angled picture-size mirrors made it seem as if there were even more stages than there were. From any seat in the house you could see two or three nearly naked girls gyrating away to the music. The hostess greeted Willie by name and directed them to a table close to the main stage. No stranger to sex or the sex industry, Stephanie gaped around herself like a country cousin. All the women were stunning and, surprisingly, unique. Tall, small, flat-chested, well-endowed, blond, brunette or auburn -- everyone was different. One girl with bubble-gum pink hair was peeling off a jacket with punker symbols and slogans on it. She had a safety pin in her eyebrow and a stud in her nose. Oh, and a stud in her tongue, Stephanie could now see as the girl flickered her tongue toward one of the men surrounding her. There were saucy girls, bratty girls, good girls and bad girls. There were elegant woman dancing with grace and poise while younger, more awkward, girls did little more than jump and wiggle. "Isn't this Great?" Willie said sitting down at an empty table. He bounced up and down in his seat like a 5 year old at his birthday party. "I love this place. They're great. You're gonna love the girls. They're Great!" "Yeah. Everything looks great, Willie." Willie beamed completely missing the irony. He ordered a round of drinks and took out his wallet. Randall and Stephanie sat down too and turned their attention to the main stage. Stephanie's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. On stage were a couple of women dancing together. At least Stephanie assumed they were supposed to be dancing. At the moment their arms were wrapped around each other and they were making out. The music shifted and they separated. Each girl was dancing separately now; each working her own side of the stage. Willie was cat-calling and waving a ten in the air. The closest girl danced over to them and shimmied down so Willie could tuck the bill into her g-string. The dancer, a buxom red head with a riot of freckles and just the tiniest swell to her belly, saw Stephanie and crawled over to her. She locked eyes with Stephanie and danced suggestively at her for a few bars. Stephanie was entranced. Fuck the girl was hot! Fucking hot. Stephanie was a wash with passion. She wanted to peel the girl's sparkly bustier off and kiss those sexy tits. She couldn't believe she wasn't doing it right now. She could almost feel the girl's lips on her, her hands on Stephanie's tits caressing and squeezing them. The music shifted and the red head dancer moved on to another man waving cash in the air. Stephanie came back to herself and felt something in her hand. She looked down and saw a twenty dollar bill. "Why didn't you give it to her? Now she won't come back." Willie asked oblivious to it all. Stephanie didn't answer but looked at Randall. He was staring back at her. He, too, had seen the instant passion between the two women. Stephanie felt the blood pumping close to her skin. Her breath was shallow, her panties were soaked and she could feel her nipples poking against the rough fabric of her dress. She took a deep breath. She had to get a hold of herself. She smiled at Willie, "Don't worry. She'll be back." She handed him back the twenty. Willie finally noticed something was different. "I guess you liked her a lot!" He was staring at the nipple protruding through her dress. "Fuck it," she thought, might as well brazen my way through. She gripped her breasts and squeezed them. "You said it, Willie! This place is great!" She rubbed her hands over her nipples and turned back to the stage. Red and the other dancer who had jet black hair were dancing together again. This time Red was in front and Blackie was behind her. Both were facing the same direction. Moving with the throbbing, pulsating music Blackie was guiding Red's hands. The left hand was holding a breast and pinching the nipple; the right was slipping into Red's tiny thong. Blackie's fingers outside the panties gently pushed Red's finger which was inside the panties, into her pussy. Stephanie had seen a lot of masturbation in her life and it didn't look fake to her at all. Those girls were masturbating on stage. Soon Blackie's hand was in Red's g-string and Red's hands were going at her tits. Blackie was kissing Red's neck and Red's head was flung back in wanton pleasure. The ladies twisted to face each other and started kissing again. They broke apart and worked the crowd again. This time Blackie was dancing in front of them. Willie was cheering like he was at a Bulls game. Even Randall was whistling. Stephanie forced herself to look at Blackie who was as stunningly hot in her own way as Red. She had honey colored skin that was tan, but not too tan. Her legs were long and her belly smooth. Her breasts were modest, but certainly shapely. She was sexy as all hell, but Stephanie's eyes kept flicking back to Red on the far side of the stage. The two dancers danced back to one another. This time most of their dance was face to face. Sexy sinewy slithering movement up and down each other. Hands everywhere touching, grabbing, groping each other. Kissing, licking and biting each other's lips, necks, shoulders and nipples. Stephanie was getting as worked up as the performers. She was swaying to the music on her vinyl covered seat and rubbing her legs together. Her excitement was rising. Randall glanced at her and saw how close she was to cumming. He smiled with indulgent awe at his mistress' sensuality. His eyes returned to Blackie and Red then back to Stephanie. He wondered is she was going to get off before or with the dancers. Stephanie watched the dancers' orgasms building and felt her own coming. She had to hold it back. Not in front of Willie, she couldn't. She had to hold it in. It was like holding back the ocean. Oh my God! I can't help it. She bit her lip and tried to keep still as she felt her body trembling with the force of her suppressed release. A small moan escaped her. Randall heard a suppressed moan from Stephanie. She was cumming. Randall saw her tremble and her eyes roll back in her head for a moment. At the same moment he heard, "Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhh." His eyes flipped back to the stage. The dancers were climaxing clutching each other and shuddering. The crowd went mad. Applause, cat-calls, cheering rocketed throughout the strip club. Money showered onto the stage. The girls kissed each other, turned to the audience, blew everyone a kiss and walked off stage. Stephanie was cheering as loud as everyone else. A pair of stage hands walked on stage and swept up the money into baskets. These ladies had healthy college funds. Willie was still oblivious to it all. "Now we're talkin'" his voice slurred. Coming on stage now were two women in black leather. A tall blond in thigh high boots holding a leash. Behind her attached to the leash, a shorter blond crawled after her. Stephanie inwardly sighed. BDSM shows were so boring. Most of it was staged and pretty tame. "Would you like to take me home?" a voice whispered in her ear. Stephanie started and glanced next to her. Red was leaning over her shoulder smiling. "What" Stephanie asked. "I asked if you would like to have a private dance with me? In one of the rooms?" Randall answered before Stephanie even understood the question. "Yes, we would." Red smiled. "Follow me." She lead them to a doorway hung with a red velvet curtain. Stephanie looked inquiringly at Randall as she stood up. Randall grinned back at her. "Come on, Willie." Randall hauled Willie, who was looking pasty faced and sweaty, to his feet. "Huh," he slurred. Then he saw Red leading them to the curtained doorway. "All Right!" He exclaimed getting the picture. "He's paying." Randall said to the doorman gesturing to the semi-conscious Willie. Willie fumbled for his wallet and then thrust it at Randall. Randall handed the doorman a few folded bills and propelled Willie into the room after Stephanie and the redhead. The ladies hadn't wasted any time. Stephanie was already seated and Red was slinkily gyrating in front of her. The room was small without being cramped. There was a small round stage with a red velvet covered love seat in front. That was where Stephanie was sitting. Two similar chairs were behind that. Scattered around the stage were other identical chairs. The lights were low, but not dim. Randall dropped Willie into the closest chair. He carefully chose a seat where he could watch Red AND Stephanie. Red's music had a jazzy feel, but Randall, a jazz lover, couldn't place artist. The freckled covered girl was now caressing her breasts and biting her lower lip. Stephanie was transfixed. She stared at the girl and saw nothing else. Randall might as well not even been in the room. Willie wasn't even on the same planet as Stephanie. Her eyes were glued to the sensual redhead in front of her. Red's hands were under her top now squeezing and mauling her own breasts. Stephanie was gripping the edge of the seat cushion as if she was holding her self to it. Red drifted forward a few steps; her hips thrust to Stephanie tantalizing her. Stephanie licked her lips and stared mesmerized. "You want me, don't you?" whispered the dancer. Stephanie nodded. "I want you, too. I want you to fondle your own breasts." Stephanie immediately put her hands on her breasts and squeezed them hard. "That's right. Squeeze 'em hard; rough 'em up. Do you like it rough?" Stephanie nodded. "But I bet you like it soft too." Stephanie nodded. "You like it every way, don'tcha." Red purred to her. Stephanie smiled. Red danced behind her and unclasped her dress. The top of Stephanie's dress loosened and drifted downward revealing the tops of her breasts. "Kiss them for me." Red whispered. "Kiss them for me and I'll kiss mine for you." Stephanie lifted one breast out of her dress and kissed it then she looked up at Red. Red smiled and pulled the stretchy material off one breast and kissed it. Stephanie raised her other to her lips. This time her tongue flicked out and licked it before she kissed it. Red mirrored her. Now Red was dancing with her breasts fully exposed. Stephanie kept watching and stroking her breasts. Reds hand were gliding over her gently rounded belly and across the top of her thigh. She danced her fingers over the top of her thong. "Is your pussy wet? Mine is. It made me so hot dancing in front of you on the main stage. When Connie and me orgasmed, all I could picture was you. I knew I wanted to dance for you. Just for you. Alone." "Alone?" thought Randall. Stephanie had her skirt pulled up and her fingers on her pussy. "I would like to see your pussy." Red whispered. "Just a peak. I can't show you mine, but I'll touch mine. Let me see a little peak of your pussy and I'll cum for you. I'll get myself off right in front of you." Stephanie looked carefully at the girl. Not so lust soaked that she couldn't see the risk. One tiny flash could get her arrested. Stephanie looked carefully at the girl. So did Randall. He couldn't detect anything that hinted at a trap or a set up. All he saw was girl nearly trembling with lust as she swayed to the low jazz music. Stephanie must have seen the same thing because her fingers hooked into the edge of her lace panties and pulled back the thin strip of fabric that separated the legal from the illegal. Red gasped, "It's so beautiful. I want it so much. I want to taste it. I want to lick it and kiss it until you cum all over my face." She was panting with lust and hand her own hand under her thong fingers moving frantically. "Oh my Goddess, you are so sexy. Your body is so amazing. Your breasts are so full and luscious. And your pussy. So wet and flushed. Touch it. Touch it again for me." Stephanie's fingers were moving up and down her pussy lips. On the down stroke Stephanie' middle finger would slid deep into her pussy. "Are you fucking yourself, too? I'm glad. I want to cum with you. Do you want to cum with me?" Stephanie nodded. Her fingers movie fast. "I'm almost there. Are you? Can we do it. Can we cum together?" "Oh yes." whispered Stephanie. "I'm almost there." "Me too. I'm going to cum." "I'm cumming with you. I'm cumming. Ahhhh, yes, I'm cumming." Stephanie wailed. "YES! Together. Cum together. Cum. Cum! Yes, CUM!" moaned Red and then gently collapsed to the floor. Stephanie collapsed back into the love seat. "Oh God. That was great." Stephanie breathed. "Fuck yes." Red agreed. Randall softly moved behind Stephanie and kissed her. He refastened her dress at the same time. "That was beautiful. I must get you back to our room." Stephanie nodded weakly. With an effort, she turned her head to look at Red. "Did you mean it? Do you want to eat my pussy." Red smiled at her from the stage floor. "Oh yes. You must taste great." "Then you can come back with us." Randall said. "No, I can't." Red said. "I have to finish my shift." Randall shook his head. "You're going to be leaving with Willie. He's one of your boss's best customers. He's here once a month and he spends a fortune each time. They won't bat an eye. Come on." Red liked like she was trying to say something, but she was stopped by Stephanie. "Shhhhh," Stephanie stood up and helped Red up. "Everything will work out. Don't think about it. Just come with us. Come back to our hotel room and kiss my pussy." Red nodded and the two moved toward the exit. Randall took charge of Willie. "Come Willie. Show's over." "It is?" Willie slurred. "How was it?" "It was great. Fucking great." Randall assured him pulling him out of his seat. "She was all over me, wasn't she?" "Hell yes. She bumped and ground all over you until she came on your lap." "Hehehe, she did, didn't she. Came like a fucking bitch in heat." "You're an animal Willie." Randall praised him while guiding him through the club. "You got her so hot, she's coming back to the hotel with us." "She is?" Willie blinked at him then seemed to recover himself. "Of course she did. They love me here. I told you." "They love you here, Willie. This place is Great." "Great" Willie bobbed his head up and down. "Didn't I tell you? Great." They reached the door. Randall coached Willie. "Tell the door man that Red is coming with us and give him a good tip." "You betcha." smiled Willie. He lurched drunkenly at the door man. "Red's coming with me. She likes me." The doorman leaned a bit away from him. Willie opened up his wallet and stuffed the rest of his cash in the doorman's hand. "I love it here. You guys are great. Just great!" "Yes, sir. Great." The doorman handed Willie back to Randall and opened the door for them. Randall propelled Willie out the door to the waiting limo.