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Clubbing

By: Quidproquo



My story happened over last summer, when I was working at Goldman Sachs as a summer analyst, just a glorified intern. I had just finished up my Junior year at Princeton and just turned 21 in May, so I could finally drink legally. I’m lucky; I’m intelligent, beautiful, and Asian – it seems like most men these days have something of an Asian fetish – thanks to Charlie’s Angels and Lucy Liu. 

I’m not quite model pretty, but close enough. For those people who’ll be using this story as a masturbation fantasy – I’ll gratuitously oblige you by telling you exactly what I look like – so dream on. I’m 5’7” and a half, always wear heels to look taller; to intimidate men who’re not already intimidated by my looks. I have longish blue black hair, straight and sleek down to my shoulder blades. It frames my oval face. I have large eyes for an Asian, with long lashes – of course they’re slanted. 

And the usual hallmarks of Asian beauty - high cheekbones and full lips. I have a fair skintone; something like ivory. I have an athletic build but have enough body fat to have breasts and hips. I have a tidy hourglass figure with long legs to complement the package. I work out a lot to maintain my figure. Measurements? 36C, 26, 36. My breasts of course haven’t started sagging yet, perfectly rounded and perky, resembling small melons. My nipples are rosy light brown and they stick out all the time, regardless of what I’m wearing. I got a lot of “is it cold in here” jokes in the office. I can give you more details, but I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.

So my friends and I went clubbing a lot – something like 3 days out of a week. We’d start clubbing on Thursday and end on Saturday and club hopped all night. We were the pretty girls with the Louis Vuitton bags and fashionably clad nice bodies that the bouncers adored and club owners loved. One of us would always get invited to some VIP party and we never paid for anything – no cover, no drinks, either everything was on the house or some guys would pay. 

We were snobs and we deserved to be; we’re all Ivy League soon-to-be graduates, gorgeous, and loaded, thanks to our parents. We all dress similarly; some of our favorite designers include Chanel, Prada, and Gucci. We seem to possess obnoxious demeanors – blowing off most guys unless it was a celebrity. Even then, my friend Jenny, the blonde in the group – got to blow off Mr. Dicaprio. The look on his face was so worth it. We’d work hard during the week and play hard during the weekend. 

I feel lucky; I had the best boyfriend out of all of my friends; the cutest one, the one who cared the most, the richest one, the sensitive one, the one who indulged me the most – with frequent gifts of jewelry and vacations. I don’t think I ever told my friends how boring he is in bed – so repetitive, so caring, so straight-laced and normal. For a while, I was sure I was bisexual and slept with one of my girlfriends...I just couldn’t tell him, because he’d be so shocked, rather than pleased or excited. But he’s perfect otherwise; he’d make a great steady husband. There’s a side of me that I’m hiding from my idyllic life; my friends and my handsome boyfriend. I like being slutty. I really love being humiliated and treated like a sextoy, and being called “cunt” “fucktoy” “slut”. I think I’m sex-obsessed. I masturbate at least once a day and own a lot of sex toys – dildos, vibrators, clit rings, etc. – you name it. 

So I ventured out by myself, dressing up totally differently than I usually do, putting on makeup thickly, styling my hair differently (sometimes I wear wigs), so no one would recognize me. I love dressing like a whore – pushing up my breasts, wearing a top that shows more than covers, showing leg, and a little pussy, if the skirt short enough – since I don’t wear panties when I want to get some action while I’m out. Looking cheap makes the other person treat you like you’re cheap; it lets the other person relax and start using you – and I love that feeling – of being used hard, like all I am is a cunt – my intelligence or beauty doesn’t matter anymore. 

I wanted some good clean fucking that night, so I told my friends I wasn’t feeling so good. My boyfriend was conveniently out of town visiting his folks in Guam. I took a quick shower and then shaved my pussy cleanly, so that only the small triangle patch remained above my clit. I put on a deep V-neck gold mesh top that skimmed my nipples and showed most of my midriff. Then I pulled on a black miniskirt with two inch slits on both sides. Slipping on my ostrich leather heels I set out for Webster Hall, a dive that none of my friends would frequent. 

I got in free; the bouncer got an eyeful of my body and considered that payment enough. Once inside, I hit the floor, really dancing it up, shaking my tits and ass. It didn’t take long for a guy to come up to me. Instead of muttering a hello, his hands firmly grasped my waist and pulled me close to his body. “Hi~” I said, licking my lips. “How are you?” “Good. Aren’t you gorgeous! What’s your name?” he asked. “Ellen. And you?” I whispered in his ear as I pushed up closer to him, putting my legs in between his and grinding my pussy against his upper thigh. “Paul.” He replied. I took his hands and put them on my tits. He started to maul them roughly. 

I moaned as his fingers found my nipple and started to lightly pinch it. “You like this, don’t you?” “Mmm...yes...” His other hand reached and started to grope my ass. I got very horny as he continued to massage my ass and pinched my nipples. He started to kiss my neck when I felt a pair of hands on my waist. I was startled. Then I felt Paul’s hand massaging my pussy lips which were already moist. I saw him almost straighten up and look into my eyes, in a kind of amazement – that a girl would not be wearing panties...and be soaking on his hands. He grinned and massaged my pussy. The guy behind me grasped my breasts from behind me, putting his hands inside my top. “Hey Paul...she’s gorgeous.” The guy behind me started to kiss the back of my neck while grinding into my ass. I felt his erection, rubbing against me. “ah!” I gasped, as Paul’s finger went into my pussy. “Mmmmm...” I tried to relax against it but he started to move it in and out. I bucked against it, pushing my ass against Paul’s friend. 

I got a little afraid though...in the middle of a very crowded dance floor...so I knew that people were paying very little attention to us...but I was still afraid of being so slutty with two guys. I started thinking of a way to get out of this situation. 

“Paul...” “Yeah, baby?” “I need to go...to the bathroom.” “Oh yeah? I’ll go with you then.” He grabbed my wrist and started off the dance floor. I quickly looked behind me, hoping to see who was groping my tits, but I couldn’t tell in the dark. Paul led me to a dark hallway. “It’s in there.” He said. 

“What do you mean, it’s in there? These aren’t the bathrooms...the bathrooms are on the first floor.” I said. I relaxed and smiled once he explained that these were bathrooms reserved for “private” activities of special guests and club managers. “Paul? You wanna come in with me?” He grabbed my waist and pushed me in one of the doors. “Of course I’d love to, babe.”

He sat down on the toilet and I quickly kneeled in front of him. He undid his pants and took his erect penis out. “Are you gonna suck me off, Ellen, like a good little slut you are?” “Mmmm...yes...of course, I love sucking cock!” I replied and eagerly took his cock inside of my mouth. I loved the taste of pre-cum and the feel of a long, hard penis stretching out my lips and filling my mouth. He grabbed my hair and started to jerk it back and forth. “Yeah, little slut...mmm...yeah, you’re doing good. Mmm..yeah, little fuck slut. Mmm...use your tongue...” he instructed me as he started to fuck my face. I thought that he would come in 20 minutes or so, but he didn’t so I continued trying to blow him off. 

Blowing him made me feel so cheap, being on my hands and knees in a bathroom, getting face fucked by a guy I just met...it turned me on so much that my cunt juices were running down my leg. I closed my eyes and let his hand lead the face fucking/blow job. Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands on my waist, then my legs being separated and a large cock spreading out my lips and entering my cunt. “mMMPPHPP!!!” I struggled, trying to look behind me, but Paul was holding my head firmly. The guy behind me was fucking my cunt hard. He didn’t even bother taking my skirt off and was pinching my nipples really hard through the top. “MMMMPHPHPPH!!” I struggled and tears ran down my face. “You’re asking for it, dressed like that, not even wearing panties...besides, you like it, don’t you? You chinky little whore!” The guy behind me started pulling my hair, fucking me furiously. Then he and Paul both pulled out. 

“You want us to stop? Hmmm?” Paul said. I was silent for a moment. I was loving it, having two guys fuck me so roughly, using me like this. But I felt so ashamed that I was loving the way they were treating me. “If you want us to stop, we will. We don’t want to do anything against your will.” Paul released his grip on my head. I smiled, and felt that I could trust him. He offered his hand, so I took it. He grabbed my wrists very tightly. I got a bit afraid and backed away - suddenly something was placed around my eye and I was blindfolded. “What the fuck??” I struggled and kicked but the guy behind me grabbed my ankles and pushed them down onto the floor.

“So what do you want, Ellen? You want us to stop?” Blind, I had no sense of direction. Somebody pushed me down and spread open my legs, and started to lick my pussy. He sucked on my clit and I began to moan. I felt so close to cumming...the humiliation and then the stimulation...mmm...and then he stopped. “AHHH! Please!” I yelped. 

“Please what?” “Please...” “Yes?” “Please...do that again.” “That’s not good enough. You can do better...you were very persuasive out on the dance floor.” Another lick on my clit. “Mmmmmm!” I moaned loudly. “Please. Please fuck me. I want it.” Someone picked me up and placed me across their lap. He gave my ass stinging slaps. 

“AHHHH!!! UGH!” I cried out. My pussy was slick and juice was flowing down my thighs. Every time he raised his hands, I was afraid, anticipating the pain and sting. “AHH!!” 

“So...” said Paul, “Try begging again.” I quickly got on to my hands and knees. 

“I need your cocks inside of me. Please. I’m begging you. I’m such a fucking slut, I’m your fuck toy, I’m a big cunt. Please fuck me. My cunt needs you to stretch it out. Please. Please. I’ll do anything! Please!!!” 

“Oh yeah...” Paul’s voice sounded sly and methodical. “I’m glad to hear that, Ellen.” I heard a knock. 

“Come in, guys.” 

I don’t know how many guys it was, but I heard many voices and the sounds of many feet as they stepped nearer to me. 

“Shit! Look at this bitch!” “Nice tits!” “She’s sopping wet!” “How many times did you guys fuck her already?” “Good score, Paul.”

I got so scared that I started to shake and cry. The fear was intensified because I couldn’t see what was going on in front of me. Someone’s cock entered my pussy and another one was shoved into my mouth. I imagined the worst, dirty guys with knives and guns, ready to rape me and hurt me afterwards. 

“Oh, poor baby. Are you afraid?” said one of the men. I nodded as much as I could with a cock down my throat. “Don’t worry, I swear no one will hurt you, as long as you do what we want.” That voice scared me the most. I lost it, and started to kick and writhe and flail my arms. Someone slapped the side of my face. Then my arms were tied and my legs held down, spread eagled.

My Gucci gold mesh top was ripped off of my body. I felt two pairs of hands on my breasts and lips on my nipples. One guy bit gently around the aureoles. I almost felt like he was kind.

“Gucci?” someone said tauntingly. “Rich bitch likes cock, huh? Fucking whore!” with that, I felt a stinging slap on my breasts. I cried out around the cock in my mouth, which only made the guy shove it in more deeply. He fucked my face mercilessly. I felt my lipstick smearing on my jaw. 

The guy in my mouth pulled out and splattered my face. The warm, sticky liquid coated my face and dripped down my nose and chin. A few minutes later, the cock in my cunt exploded and I felt a surge of warmth inside of me. It dripped down my pussy lips and down my thighs. Immediately, another cock was inside of me, banging me so hard that my body was moving forward and my knees begin to feel raw. Another guy pushed his hairy balls into my mouth and made me suck on them. 

I was raised up and made to sit on a cock, and pump myself up and down on him. If I stopped moment, someone would pinch and twist my nipple, or a stinging slap would be registered to my ass cheeks. I got so horny, I kept pumping until I came on top of him. Someone must’ve been jacking off, because I felt cum hit my breasts, squirting on my arms and back. 

I was beginning to enjoy this, this wonderful humiliation and gangbang. I was so enthusiastic, I was begging for more cocks, shouting “harder! Harder! Please, fuck me, I’m your fuckslut!” The guys cheered and called me “cunt, whore, fucker, slave.” I felt so dirty, so skanky, with all of these guys wanting me, wanting to fuck me and use me. I felt like a fucking slut, like a nymphomaniac. It felt so good to be desired, not for my money or for my intelligence...but as a piece of meat to fuck. I was holding my own legs open, spreading my pussy lips for better access. I played with my own nipples while guys fucked me. The guys cum lubricated me, and I could take guys on immediately without discomfort. 

“Dirty skank...I love sloppy seconds...” Said one guy as he entered my well worn pussy. “I knew she’d be a good one!” I heard Paul somewhere.

This went on for what seemed like hours. I stopped counting after the 10th time I felt a new cock inside of my cunt...I don’t even remember how many cocks I took in my mouth. It was one after another, on and on. Once, my blindfold was taken off and a bright light flashed in front of my face. I was so surprised that I couldn’t even react. The blindfold was immediately replaced and the cocks kept on fucking me. I later realized that it must have been a camera flash, but at that point, it just didn’t seem to matter. I was just so thankful that no one tried my asshole. I’m an ass virgin, so I was frightened that they would try it – I knew it would hurt so badly. 

I must’ve orgasmed at least ten times. Cum was coating my body. My hair was matted with cum since the guys were wiping their cocks clean on it. Finally, I had only one guy on my body, just taking his time inside of my pussy, just going in and out, rhythmically and smoothly. His penis was very large and spread me entirely apart. Even his head was rock hard. He would pull out almost all the way, then plunge back in, making me sigh and scream continuously. The intensity of that pleasure is difficult to describe in words. My cunt walls were gripping his penis, and being spread apart simultaneously. I felt like I was going to explode any moment. 

After keeping me on the verge of orgasm for a long while, he started to fuck me furiously, grabbing my waist and jamming me up and down as he moved in and out. I yelled and screamed, struggling against my bonds. I started cumming, just screaming. He kept on fucking me and my clit was getting very sore. A sudden warmth filled my cunt. He spurted and spurted and spurted. My cunt couldn’t take that much cum and the spunk dribbled down my anus and collected in a pool below my ass. Then he collapsed on top of me – his comfortably heavy weight pinned me down. I felt his lips on mine – kissing me, and exploring my mouth with his tongue. The tenderness shocked me. That was my only kiss that night. Then he turned to my ear and whispered, “You’re everyone's fuck slut tonight, aren't you, Dana?” I went rigid with shock underneath him. 

“Well, this slut is spent ~ I don’t want any more of her skanky cunt.” He said, as he got off of me. Other guys muttered things in agreement. 

I heard the guys generally getting ready to go, zipping up and stuff. Somebody untied my wrists. 

“Get a cab ride home, thanks for the entertainment.” I felt something like pieces of paper drop on my belly. 

“Keep the change.”

The bathroom door creaked and I heard them all exit. When footsteps died away, I undid the blindfold. I slowly opened my eyes, trying to adjust to the intense florescent light. I lay on the cold tile floor for several minutes just looking at the ceiling, thinking about the what just happened. I was called some unimaginably demeaning cuss words. My legs were sore from being spread open so long, my pussy as sore and swollen, so were my lips. When I looked down on my stomach, there were five hundred dollar bills scattered on and around me. I smiled, then started crying. 

Someone must’ve felt sorry for me, because he left his jacket behind. I washed up the best I could using the sink – the paper towels were rough against my delicate skin. I wet my hair, slicked it all back, then tied it up in a bun. My makeup was all smudged, so I prettied myself up – or tried. I put on the jacket and tied the sash that was used as the blindfold, around my waist. I stuffed the remainder of my Gucci shirt into the pocket along with the money. Hazily weaving through the crowded club, I felt like I was on ecstasy. I hailed a cab.

“72nd and Madison.” As the taxi moved on, I looked out the window, completely out of it. With my left hand, I gently touched my abused pussy lips, remembering how it felt when it was stretched out with so many cocks. I lifted my fingers up to my nose and smelled the musty odor of cum. I was immediately aroused again. I absent-mindedly went through the pockets of the jacket. I fiddled with a piece of paper – thick, cardboard-like, rectangular. It felt like a business card. I pulled it out. The taxi passed Central Park. Under the occasional sodium street lamp, I tried to look at the card – just my business card from Goldman Sachs. I turned it around. 

A scratchy blue ink. “Dana, looked like you had fun. Call me.” And a phone number.

The taxi stopped. I handed the driver a Franklin and got out of the cab. 

I almost threw the card down the sewer grates...but decided against it at the last moment. 

“Late night, Miss Dana?” said the doorman. 

I perfunctorily nodded and put the card back in the pocket. Maybe. Just maybe...

Clubbing



I noted her as soon as she entered. There was an aura about the way her entrance demanded the attention of everyone in the room. Men's mouths dropped as she walked past, oblivious to their presence. Women sneered, watched with interest, watched with fear and in one or two cases, with lust in their eyes. 

She wore tight black skirt, black stockings, heels and a hot pink top that accentuated the fullness of her breasts. Her brown hair fell down past her shoulders and her face was exquisite. She was a goddess in control. 

I held my drink at the bar, watching her move throughout the club, my heart pulsing in time with the dance music reverberating throughout the space. She moved onto the dance floor, stopping to move in time with the music as she cast her gaze about the room. Several men approached and danced for awhile, but moved off after the obvious disinterest she showed them. A small space formed around her as people started to lose interest as she simply moved in time with the music. 

I, however was transfixed. I simply watched her move and the whole time I watched, I wanted to be closer. But I didn't have the nerve. Just because she had shown no interest in those men who had approached didn't give me enough confidence to think that she might prefer a woman or more particularly, me. That didn't mean I wasn't going to watch of course! She was after all, gorgeous. 

As I watched, she moved, swayed, turned and pow! She looked straight into my eyes. I was entranced in that gaze. And as I watched, I licked my suddenly dry lips and swallowed to try and restore my equilibrium. Her eyes never left mine, but a small smile appeared on her face and a twinkle in her eye. As she swayed, she lifted her arm and crooked her finger at me, inviting me to the dance floor. 

I was compelled. I put down my drink and walked over to her, feeling that exciting tingle in my loins, not quite able to comprehend why I was doing this. When I reached her, she continued to move and I started to dance to her rhythm. We moved in time and she slowly moved closer to me to the point where we almost touched, but not quite. We moved and twined and twirled about each other, lost in the music, revelling in the proximity of another body. 

Then she touched me. Her hands gently caressed my hips and she pulled me to her, our legs slipping between each others. The pressure on my pussy made me all too aware of just how wet I was and the thong that I was wearing was doing little to contain it. We ground together on the dance floor, not speaking, just enjoying the moment. Then she turned away, holding my hand and in doing so, maintaining the spell she had over me. She led me from the dance floor to the back of the club. 

I noted the looks of disgust on some of the girls faces as we wove through the crowd, the looks of lust on the faces of the guys who had been watching the relief of some of their attendant girlfriends, relieved that she wouldn't be targeting their men. I disregarded all their looks as I admired the view I had behind her. The curve of her hip, the neat little butt that must be tucked away beneath the skirt, that glorious hair spilling down from her head. 

She led me straight into the toilets, opened the door to a stall and let me inside before coming in behind me and shutting the door. She moved in on me, pushing me up against the wall, her breasts crushed against mine, her tongue seeking mine. She spread my legs to grind her thigh against my pussy as she hungrily devoured me, her hands moving over my hips and sides. 

As she kissed me, her hands moved down to my skirt, pulling it up, exposing my drenched thong to the cool air. she started sliding down my body, her mouth biting at my chin, then nibbling on my erect nipple through my clothes. As she moved further down, her hands slid my thong down. I moved my leg to accommodate their removal and she knelt before me, her hands again lifting my skirt up to my hips. 

I was sopping wet, my pussy lips swollen and my clit stiffened in anticipation of what was to come. I wasn't disappointed. She moved in and licked my wet lips, sending waves of ecstasy through my body. I lifted one foot up to the toilet to give her better access and she moaned as her tounge licked the length of my wet slit, ending with a circling motion on my clit. I shuddered in pleasure, loving the attention. 

Then she settled in to work my clit with her tongue, her hands grasping my arse to help her pressure my clit. I writhed against the wall of the stall, biting my lip, my hands moving from my breasts to her run her fingers through her hair and back to myself, to pull and tug on my nipples. 

It wasn't long and I felt that familiar sensation build then crash down over me as I orgasmed, my pussy convulsing as she licked appreciatively at my juices. As I stood, weak kneed from the pleasure, she stood up and kissed me, sharing my taste with me, my juices mingling on our tongues. 

Then she simply turned, opened the door and walked out. Two girls were waiting outside and looked at me with surprise as they noted my thong around one ankle, my skirt about my waist and my drenched sex. I quickly slammed the door shut. 

It wasn't until I was able to make myself leave again that I realised that through the entire encounter we hadn't even spoken …



Clubbing



It was Saturday night. It had been a while, because of studies and work etc., but tonight I would go clubbing again. I was horny as hell and I decided I would dress up as sexy as I could. So it would be my black leather pants, which covered a small black g-string and a black lace top over a black lace bra. I put on my make-up to make my eyes look as piercingly blue as they can be. After that, off I went to my favourite club downtown.

When I entered the club, I saw no-one that really charged my interest. Some were too young, others too old and other others too obvious. Tonight I wanted someone who could be my equal, not just a toyboy. And then I saw him. He was surrounded by a bunch of eighteen year old girls who were offering him anything a guy could dream off, but the look in his eyes showed me he was bored, bored as hell with the bimbo's without brains...When our eyes locked, there was something. I couldn't look away and neither could he. He came to me, took my hand without asking and off to the dance floor we went. Although there was an upbeat song playing, we were dancing slow and close to each other, closing the distance between us further every second. His hands were on my ass cheeks, my hands were in the dark hair in his neck. Slowly we danced, ignoring the pounding base which surrounded us. I couldn't take my eyes off of his. His face was getting closer to mine. Then his lips were touching mine. I didn't get much time to get used to the feeling, because his tongue was immediately probing between my lips. His kiss spoke out the hunger we felt. I could feel the eyes of the people around us staring in our direction. It only turned me on more. 

His hand left my ass to take mine. Without saying a word he lead off the dance floor. We knew we both wanted to go further, but this was not the place. So we went out of the club, but we didn't take the time to get to a car or to go home. He took me into a small alley where he pushed me against a wall and we were kissing again. We didn't waste any time exploring, our tongues were waging a full scale war. My hands went to the buttons of his shirt as if they had a mind of their own. After I had all the buttons undone, I wandered over his chest. I could feel it was well muscled and not too hairy. I wanted to see it, but I didn't get time to think that over, because he was going down to my neck, nibbling there softly, while his hands slid under my top. They were so warm against my quivering skin. My nipples were poking through my bra now and clearly visible through the thin top I was wearing. His tongue by now had reached my cleavage, but I wanted to feel it on my nipples. My g-string wasn't able to hold on to my juices anymore. They were dripping along my legs.

My hands had gone a little lower by now, first at the back, feeling his strong, well trained ass, to move to the front quite quickly. I wanted to feel his cock in my hands, at least for now. I opened his button and zipper. When I pushed him back a little to be able to look down I saw a dick that hadn't gained it's maximum strength yet, and a pair of boxers that already were stretching at their max to keep it in. My mouth was watering. I wanted to see it in full power and knew how to get it there. I slid down to get it at the right height and slid down those boxers a little to set it free. I took it in my hands and slowly slid up and down a few times. This was already working, for it was growing a little more. Then I took the head in my mouth. I softly sucked it a little. He groaned as a reply. While it was in my mouth I started circling the head with my tongue. His hands were in my hair now, urging me to take it deeper, but I resisted his pressure, I was going to do this my way. I took it out and licked his big dick from it's head to it's base, at the end licking his balls. This lead to another deep moan. The cock became even bigger. I took it in my mouth again, and started to really suck it now. He lost some of his precum and it tasted delicious to me. 

Then he took me by my arms, pulled me up, and set me up with my hands against the wall, facing it now. His hands went to the front to unbutton my pants and down they went. I felt his fingers sliding down over my ass cheeks to the inner side of my thighs. He was sliding them up and down, every time he went up barely touching the outer lips of my pussy. Then he slid my string aside and I felt his tongue on my pussy, first going up and down over my lips. He was going to make me suffer as I had made him. Then he went inside, taking a good taste of my juices. I had to concentrate on two things now, to keep breathing and the pleasure he was providing. When his tongue touched my clit it was my time to moan, and moan I did. He was sliding back and forth over it, his speed ever increasing. I felt I was getting close and that this was going to be a huge orgasm. When I thought I was almost there he changed tactics. He sucked my clit into his mouth and kept sucking on it. This sent me over the edge. I was cumming and I was cumming hard. He wasted no time and pushed his cock between my spasming pussy lips in one slow stroke. He was filling me completely, as if we were made for each other. He started to fuck me, prolonging and actually increasing my orgasm. This was it, this was the ultimate fuck. By the time I was done trembling he was fucking me at full speed, or so I thought. With every stroke he went faster. I could feel his balls banging against my legs and it only aroused me more. His hands went to my pussy again, this time entirely concentrating on my clitoris. His stroking went simultaneous with the speed his cock was filing me up time and again. It was only minutes before I came again. This time he came with me. We were screaming in unison while he was squirting load after load of cum deep inside me. 

Putting both his hands next to mine for stability, his cock still inside me, but losing it's strength, he kissed my neck. The first words he spoke to me were ‘You want to come home with me?' In reply I asked him where his car was.



Clubbing



You finish washing your hands in the bathroom, and you hear the handle shake. Someone's trying to get in. You scream over the music in the club for them to wait. A pounding comes on the door. Exasperated you unlock and fling open the door.

There I am staring at you. I push you back into the bathroom and lock the door. You let out a little squeak of surprise as I push you back against the wall and kiss you hard on the mouth. You stand in petrified shock for a moment until you melt into me. Pressing your body against mine.

I run my fingers up your back and tangle my fingers in your hair. You moan as I pull your hair and then bite your neck. You grab my hair and steer my mouth back to yours. My fingers trace up your thigh, over your stockings, stopping to play with the lace band around your thigh. You gasp a little and push your tongue deeper into my mouth. Your hands drop to my shirt and begin to unbutton the black dress shirt I'm wearing. 

The bass from the club's sound system vibrates the wall behind you as you open my shirt and run your hand up my stomach to my nipple and twist hard. I moan and grab at your ass. You arch your hips into me and you can feel the stiffness in my pants. Your hand slides over the front of me rubbing my swollen cock, your fingers tracing over the veins.

I frantically rip open your blouse and open your bra. Lowering my face to your breasts I take your right nipple into my mouth and bite, not hard, but you feel my teeth digging into your skin. You throw back your head and gasp. 

You drop to your knees, as somebody is pounding on the door to the bathroom, open my belt, and undo my pants. My cock jumps out at you and you look up at me and smile. You begin to stroke my dick, gently licking the head. My eyes close, waiting in anticipation. Your mouth comes slowly over the head as your slowly stroking the shaft. I let out a stifled moan. We can't be too loud. People will hear us.

You pick up the pace, taking more and more of me in your mouth. Your hands rubbing up my stomach, playing with my balls. I'm panting now as you're working at a fever pitch. I pull my cock from your mouth and stand you up. My hand sliding under the skirt you're wearing. Tracing the outline of your pussy, finding your clit with ease. I begin to play with you as I kiss you hard on the mouth again. You arch your pussy deeper into my hand, begging me to finger you. I hook the side of the satin and lace thong you're wearing with my finger and rip them. 

You're stroking my dick as my finger slides deep inside you. Still kissing we're both moaning into each other's mouths, desperately trying to stay quiet. You pull away and tell me that you want me inside of you now. I move in front of you as your hand guides me into your wet mound. First you toy my shaft on your clit, rubbing it slowly. You're biting your lip as you guide my dick into you. You stand as high as you can on your black heels as I slide my dick deep into you. You gasp and bury you face in my neck as the first hard orgasm starts in your heels and rips up your thighs and makes your pussy clench around my cock. I bury my face in your neck and bite your collarbone. You press your head against the wall and moan.

You push your hips out so that I can pound deeper into you. I grab your hips and force you onto me harder and harder. Your breath catches with every thrust. You stare deep into my eyes and tell me your cumming again as you pussy clenches around me, spamming hard while I'm still stroking into you. I pull myself out of you and spin you around, your hands planted on the sink, face pressed against the mirror. I jam my cock back into your wet box. I slap your ass and you gasp again. The door rattles in the frame with someone trying to get in. 

I'm humping you with a frantic pace. My hands slide up your stomach to your tits. I grab your nipples hard, you moan again. Humping back hard, you tell me you want me to cum in your mouth. I pull my throbbing cock out of you as you spin around and drop to your knees again. Your hand starts stroking the shaft of my dick as you're licking the head of my dick. I tell you that I'm about to Cum and you lock your lips around my shaft and start pumping your mouth fast. I involuntarily moan as I let myself go in your mouth. The hot cum floods your mouth, you can feel my cock flexing and relaxing as your tongue circles the head. You pull back and swallow the load. 

Just then the door to the bathroom flies open and there is a bouncer in the door. He yells at us telling us to leave the club. We quickly dress and exit the club, we flag down a taxi, lighting cigarettes. We hop in the cab and collapse into each other as we glide silently into the night...



Clubbing



"Come on Gracie, we're going out tonight dancing. Wear a short dress and some sexy thongs," I told her as I winked at her. 

She told me okay, smiled and went to shower and get ready.

Gracie and I haven't gone out in a while and I wanted to take her dancing for the night. We are going to a club that had 3 floors, different kinds of music on each floor and on the top floor I had reserved the balcony for the night for us. I know the head bartender and the owner and he was happy to oblige me. We haven't been out to the clubs in a while but we needed something to do that would heighten the sexual tension all night long. And having Gracie's body against mine after she's had a couple of drinks; it's going to benefit the both of us.

Gracie had long, wavy chestnut hair that flowed down her back almost to her voluptuous ass and I loved running my hands through it, it was so soft. I am 6'3" so her 5'10" was perfect for me. I wanted a girl I didn't have to worry about "breaking" or hurting during sex and Gracie can handle everything I give her.

Gracie came out of the room in a black skirt that was mid thigh length and flowed on her beautiful thighs. With this, she had an emerald and black blouse that had part of her arms bare, a decent neckline, seductive yet not giving everything away to venturing eyes. The blouse flowed on her body, not tight, which was perfect. I also noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and her incredible nipples were saying hi to me. 

I walked over to her, breathless, lifted her skirt up to see she was wearing her black lacy garter belt. I felt over the lace on her pussy and rubbed her slowly, loving the feel of her and then I ran my hands on her sexy ass, and felt smooth, bare cheeks. It took all I could do not to take her there.

"You look incredible baby," I told her with a groan.

"Thank you," she replied with a knowing sexy look, her mission was accomplished. 

We got in the car and drove to the club. I was excited about tonight, my cock was already anticipating this evening, I could feel it throbbing, straining to be let free. It took about 25 minutes to drive to the club, although traffic was not as bad as I thought it would be tonight. 

The conversation was nice on the way; we never had a problem with that. Even our moments of silence were heavenly. As we arrived, I parked the car towards the back of the parking lot for now. 

"Come here baby, I want to feel you before we go in."

Gracie moved over to my side as I put the seat back to give her room. I turned her around so she was facing the steering wheel, and spread her legs as best I could. I just needed to be inside of her cock now, she was too damn sexy. 

I reached up, pulled her thong aside and slid her down on my thick cock. Her pussy was wet and tight as always. She had a good grip on the steering wheel and I grabbed her hips, pounding her on my cock fiercely.

I had to slow her down, "Ok baby, I don't want to cum yet, slow down tiger," I said as I winked at her.

"Don't get up just yet love," I told her as she started to move.

I reached into the middle of the car and got what I wanted. I put some lube in my fingers, ready to spread on her ass. 

"Now, lean on the steering wheel Gracie and spread that sexy...fucking ass for me love. Damn!!!"

"What are you up to baby?"

"Don't you worry your pretty little head, just giving you another additive so you can enjoy your evening so much more."

As she spread her cheeks for me, I spread the lube on her tight hole and then got some more and put a finger slowly inside of her. Gracie was wiggling her ass, she loved this and then I put another finger in.

"Ok, almost done, keep holding that ass babe."

I grabbed the butt plug and rubbed it on her sexy hole, rubbing slowly and started to insert it. Gracie knew what I was up to and by her moans, she was happy.

I put the butt plug in her ass a little bit and then I let it go until I heard a nice little pop and she was set. 

"Don't take this out until I say love. You should be sopping wet within a matter of minutes, especially when you start dancing."

"By the way you're going; they are going to have to mop up the floor because of me."

"Well, I certainly hope so," I told her as I gently lifted her off and to the other seat.

I drove to the front of the parking lot where my space was reserved and Gracie waited for me to open her door. I saw her watching me as I walked to her and I reached down and opened her door. I loved watching her sexy legs come out of the car, slowly; so damn beautiful. 

She smiled at me as she stood up, grabbed my arm and we walked to the club. We were able to walk right in and I could feel all eyes on Gracie, how could I blame them but it made me feel good to be with the sexiest woman ever and they would never have her.

As we entered the club, it was already swarming with people. This was a well respectable club and everyone knew nothing would be tolerated by the security. I stopped by the bar to grab us a drink and Gracie was looking out at the crowd.

We got our drinks and sat at a table watching the dancers. This floor was the Salsa floor, nothing like watching people Salsa dancing, very hot indeed. 

Gracie liked to dance more than I and I liked to watch her dance. I could watch her all night long. 

She put her glass on the table, smiled at me and went to the floor. She walked to a guy whose partner just walked off the floor. He did not protest when Gracie touched him and started dancing with him. She moved on his body like she was born to do it. I bet that butt plug was doing a damn good job getting her pussy wet.

It was so erotic watching her and I know the guy she was with was enjoying every moment of it. After they danced a couple of songs, she respectively said thank you and walked back to me. My cock was hard as I saw her walking and she sat on my lap and her mouth was on mine instantly. 

I peeked through one eye and saw the guy had walked away and by the looks of it, was having problems walking.

"You looked hot dancing baby," I told her. 

"Thank you. He was a damn good dancer too, and pretty hot," she whispered in my ear. "I could feel his cock growing and he's pretty well endowed love."

"Umm, well, guess you won't be dancing with him anymore," I winked at her. I knew, that whatever Gracie said about someone, I had nothing to worry about. I never doubted her love for me.

"Let's go to the third floor, I want to dance with you."

The third floor was R&B music. We walked upstairs slowly, surveying everything. I found a nice table in the corner and the dance floor here was packed. This floor was usually the busiest. 

Gracie and I got another drink and sat there for a little while, just watching the dancers. As we were sitting there, Gracie sat on my lap, while she was facing the crowd, slowly moving her hips on my cock. I loved it when she did that, she always knew how to touch me the right way.

I saw this one guy watching her occasionally; he had been dancing with a couple of different girls. The girl he just finished dancing with, walked off the dance floor and Gracie gave her drink to me, smiled and walked to the dance floor. 

Gracie was grinding on him, rubbing her body against his, giving him the attention he wanted. I could see from my table he was enjoying it, it wasn't hard to miss his erection.

I set my drink down, walked over to her, nodded to the guy and started dancing with Gracie. There is only so much I could take and she was driving me crazy. I know her pussy must be soaked by now and I had to find out.

When that song finished, the floor filled up more with a slow song; it was almost body to body, which was perfect for me. Gracie grabbed my neck and kissed me fiercely. I rubbed her body, bringing my hands to her ass and gently squeezing it. 

I brought my right hand to the front, reached under her skirt, moved her thong aside and touched her glorious lips. I knew it, she was soaked. 

She moved her body against my hand and I put my finger inside of her pussy, slowly stroking her while my thumb was on her clit. I knew it would not take her long to cum and I planned on making her cum multiple times tonight. 

She started moaning against my lips and within seconds I felt her juices flowing on my hand. Damn, she was so fucking hot and my cock was throbbing for her. 

The floor was so packed; I imagine no one would notice anything we did. I slowly turned her around, unzipped my pants and lifted her skirt to cover my cock. Gracie arched her body slightly and I leaned down and my cock slipped inside her pussy with no problem, it was so wet and she groaned as I filled her to the hilt. 

I slowly fucked her, not wanting to cause any unwanted attention but even if I did, I really didn't give a damn. 

Gracie had reached behind her and put her hands on my head, grinding on my cock. I needed to cum but I loved fucking her here, on the dance floor, with tons of people around us. It was fucking erotic to me and made my cock throb, get even harder. 

Gracie continued slowly grinding on my cock and I could feel her juices running down my cock. I couldn't take it anymore so I took my cock out, zipped up, took Gracie's hand and led her back to our table.

"Sit on my cock Gracie, fuck me, make me cum in your sweet pussy," I whispered in her ear. She sat on me, facing the crowd and slid down all the way. She was moving as much as she could without making it obvious. I was helping her, meeting her thrusts and it didn't take long at all for me to fill her pussy with my cum. 

After I came, she didn't get up; she sat on me, slowly grinding on me, keeping me inside of her. 

"Damn Gracie, your pussy feels so fucking good, don't stop baby." All I could do was lean my head back, groan and enjoy the moment.

I was getting hard again and I wanted to eat her pussy and I knew I couldn't do it here. I gently grabbed her hips to stop her, with much regret slipping my cock out of her pussy and zipped it up. 

Gracie got up, turned towards me and I ran my hands along her arms, and kissed her for what seemed like forever. I don't think I could ever show her how much I love her and how beautiful and sexy she is in every aspect.

"Let's go to the balcony, I have it reserved all night for us."

"Mmmmm, you crafty devil you," she said as she smiled at me. 

She grabbed my hand and led the way. She was in front of me as we walked up the stairs and as she walked, she slowly swayed her hips. I knew she was doing it on purpose, she knows how much I love her ass and the way she was moving, ever so slowly, I would have followed her to Timbuktu if she wanted me to.

We made it to the top, none to sooner and I told her to go over by the balcony and watch them dance. I kneeled on the floor, lifted her skirt and dove right into her pussy. 

My cum had started leaking out and I licked up every bit. My tongue dove into her sweet lips and I sucked the juices and cum that was inside and after I licked her outer lips, I slowly licked on her clit. 

I grabbed it and sucked it and my fingers were rubbing her pussy. I put my middle finger in her pussy and at first I just wanted to feel her softness and then she overtook me, as usual and two more fingers joined the other.

I played with the butt plug a bit, making it more intense for her and Gracie was moving her hips, grinding on my face and my hand. I could feel her starting to tense up, she was about to cum and I was not going to miss a drop. 

I flicked my tongue back and forth on her clit and then I sucked it real hard and it came and I had to move my mouth quickly to get it all.

She tasted so fucking good and some of her juices ran down my face but I sure as hell didn't give a damn. After she slowed down from her climax, I continued slowly licking her. 

I could hear her moaning and with the noise downstairs, it did not make a damn bit of a difference. As my fingers worked their magic on her pussy and the butt plug in her ass, my mouth found her clit again and I sucked hard. My mouth and tongue were not letting go and my hands were as deep as they could go inside of her. 

Gracie pushed her pussy on my face, yelled she was cumming and not moving my thumb, I drank her sweet cum once again.

I licked her pussy slowly, cleaning her up and when I was done, put her thong back in place and stood up. My face was glistening with her juices, I could feel it. Gracie seeing this, smiled at me and kissed me, then licking all of her juices off of my face.

"You are amazing baby, simply amazing," Gracie said to me as she kissed me again.

"It's only because of you," I told her and meant it, then kissed the tip of her nose. I told her to bend over and I took the butt plug out of her ass.

Gracie got up, with wobbly legs and sat down. My cock was still hard but I had to get her home first. After I put myself back together, Gracie put her arm around me and I helped her walk downstairs. As we got to the front door, I picked her up and carried my sleeping beauty to the car.

After I put her seatbelt on, I got in the driver's seat and drove home. I carried Gracie inside, up to our bedroom and ran the water so we could take a quick shower and then sit in the bathtub for a bit; that would make her feel good. I can imagine her pussy must be quite sore by now.

I helped Gracie in the shower, which was a pleasure to do anyway and when we were both nice and fresh, we slipped into the tub full of warm water and some bath bubbles that she liked. 

She sat against me in the tub, with her head against my chest and I was slowly rubbing her body.

The softness from the oils in the tub had her body feeling like silk and I loved rubbing my hands all over her. Feeling her breasts, gently squeezing them and her nipples loved the attention. Just the feel of her body did it for me.

As I ran my hands down her body, she instinctively spread her legs for me and my hands slowly caressed her pussy, inside and out.

I couldn't get enough of her and she never complained about that. After we were done with the bath, I helped her dry off and I carried her to the bed and laid her down. 

I kissed her nipples and made my way to her pussy, softly licking her, I needed to have her one more time before we went to sleep.

"I want you Gracie, I want my cock inside of you before we go to sleep, is your pussy ok with that?"

"Baby, my pussy is always ok with that," she said.

I didn't need to hear anymore as my cock engulfed her once again and I slowly made love to her, slowly going all the way in and all the way out. 

I loved her pussy with my cock for as much as I could take and then I sped up a bit, spread her legs farther, getting deeper and fucked her for the last few moments, cumming deep inside of my sweet pussy. The pussy that will forever be mine.



Clubbing and Tubbing



Copyright 2006 Trace Ekies. All rights reserved.

There was one more month 'til graduation, after which Kara would become an associate attorney with Grayson and Locke in Dallas. They employed nearly five hundred attorneys world-wide, about two hundred of which were partners. At present there was only one female partner. With Kara's credentials she was all but assured of becoming the second female partner in one of the nation's most prestigious law firms.

George, Kara's boyfriend during most of law school, was going to clerk for a judge in San Francisco. With half a continent between them, their romance, which was more lust than love, was destined to fail. A week ago they had agreed to split now, rather than wait for the inevitable 'Dear John' letters that would certainly follow their physical separation.

First year law was the toughest experience that Kara had faced. The second year was not much better. But because she had done so well in the first two, the third was a virtual cakewalk. Kara met George in one of her classes during the first year. During the remainder of that year and the next, their relationship was mostly as study partners. It was not until the third year that they began to really have fun.

Tonight, for the first time since her prelaw days, Kara was going out alone, actually with her friend Julie, but she didn't have a date and wasn't expecting to see anyone she knew. Choosing what to wear would be part of the new challenge. For the last two and half years George had often made suggestions as to how she should dress.

With George's encouragement, Kara had learned that she liked showing off, and not just for George either. She became enormously aroused when she showed men, occasionally women too, more than they expected to see. So far her greatest thrill had been when she and George made love while George's friend Harold watched. [House of Glass, Chapter 8.]

Kara was about to move to Dallas and work for a conservative law firm. She had only a few weeks left as a student in the liberal college town she had lived in for the last six years. Tonight she intended to take advantage of the fact that other than her friend Julie she would probably never see any of these people again.

Kara showered and shaved her legs and pussy, then admired her naked form in the mirror. Her body still had the trim youthful look of the gymnast she had been in high school. In the past, Kara recalled, it had been George's hands that touched her naked body. If she dressed tonight as she had for George, she would have hands touching her that she had never felt before. The thought of strange hands on her breasts and between her legs was deliciously sinful. Kara went to her closet to find the low-cut jeans George had liked.

She found what she was looking for and took them off the hanger. They looked to be ordinary jeans. They were made of moderately faded denim, had slightly flared legs, a zip up front and a snap at the waistband. Kara sat on a nearby chair and without putting on panties or hose struggled to pull the jeans over her sculpted calves and thighs. With the jeans snuggly embracing her legs she took a deep breath, then forced the air out of her lungs. With her waist now as small as she could make it, she tugged the jeans over her hips, raised the zipper and pressed the snap closed. Then she then inhaled deeply. The snap miraculously held.

What made these jeans special was now evident. Not only were they exceptionally tight but the waistband was so low it barely concealed the small amount of pubic hair remaining just above her clitoris. In the back, even though they hugged the curve of her butt, the belt area didn't even come close to reaching her waist. It exposed the first inch or so of the crack in her ass.

Kara looked in the mirror. She turned to the side and looked over her shoulder. The back of the jeans was high enough to keep them from falling off but low enough to show the top of her butt. She turned to the front. Of course she was still topless and her c-cup breasts were standing out proudly from her thirty-four inch rib cage. Almost any top would leave a deliciously bare abdomen. She guessed there was at least five inches from her belly button to the top of the jeans. She licked her lips and thought, that'll attract attention.

Kara rummaged through her drawers to find a top that would go with the jeans. She considered tee's, tanks, camisoles and other styles but nothing seemed quite right. Then she picked up a top that was so revealing she had only worn it once. With the miniskirts she usually wore, it was too extreme. The jeans on the other hand, while in some ways more revealing, did cover her legs. With the jeans and this top her bare midriff would be a show stopper.

The top Kara chose was brief. It had a one inch band of stretch denim that went across the tops of her breasts and fastened in the back. The band was tight enough that it didn't need straps to support it. Hanging from the denim was four to five inches of white lace hankie type material. That was it.

Kara held the skimpy top in front of her. She draped it over her breasts and hooked it in the back. With her finger-tips she flounced the lacy material until it hung freely on her breasts. She looked at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. There was at least ten inches of bare midriff showing. The low waistband of her jeans accentuated the flatness of her stomach. The protrusion of her breasts caused a small gap between her rib cage and the bottom edges of the top.

She appraised herself as if she were a guy sitting next to her in a dimly lit bar. It was obvious that her top was at least partially transparent and she was probably braless. When she looked carefully she could see her nipples, her areolas and even her breasts. On the other hand, with just a quick look, the kind she would get from most people, it wasn't evident how exposed she was.

If a guy looked closely, and this was the part Kara liked best, he was likely to keep right on looking. Her nipples hardened slightly and a small dampness developed between her legs as she imagined all the guys who would be staring at her tits and dreaming about removing her jeans.

It was time to pick up Julie. She quickly brushed her shoulder length brown hair, then went into the closet to pick out shoes. Kara was not wearing hose and her feet were bare. She picked out a pair of red strappy heels. She slipped them on and buckled the straps. With the heels Kara was about five nine. All that bare skin on such a tall woman looked so sexy.

Even though it was after eight, with daylight saving it was still light. Kara attended a southern university and it was already warm enough to go without a jacket, even at night. Julie was waiting and came right out when Kara stopped in front of her apartment. She was wearing a white tank top and khaki miniskirt. As she ran to the car, Kara thought Julie looked pretty hot.

Julie slid in, slammed the door, then turned to Kara to say hi. But when she saw Kara she went speechless. After several seconds of silence Kara said, "Well? ..."

"You're not really going dressed like that are you?"

"Sure, why not? I'm not interested in handing out my phone number and then waiting for the call that never comes."

"With that outfit," Julie said, "you'll be giving out more than just your phone number."

"I know mother, but it's what I want so what difference does it make?"

Julie understood the tone of voice and what it meant to be addressed as 'mother'. She backed off. "Well I'm sure you've considered what you're doing. I know you'll be careful so I guess it really doesn't make any difference. Lets go; I've got to see this."

Kara pulled away from the curb. "So you won't be too embarrassed to be seen with me then?"

"Oh no, quite the contrary, I expect you'll attract a lot of men. Of course I'll probably have to get away from you to be noticed."

Kara looked at Julie and saw bare legs nearly to her crotch and a thin tank top that obviously didn't have a bra under it. She remarked, "You're not going to be hurting for attention."

They drove the rest of the short distance in silence, found a parking place and went in. It was much darker inside than out. And the air-conditioning caused the club to be almost cold. The nipples on both girls reacted to the change in temperature, but for Kara, the cool breeze on the underside of her breasts was a reminder of how little she was wearing. Her nipples jutted out sharply, causing the thin material of her top to stand out even further from her body, in turn allowing even more cold air to envelope her breasts.

As their eyes adjusted to the darkness they spotted a small high-top near the dance floor. No sooner had they gotten sat down than several guys came and asked them to dance. Although Kara and Julie thought a couple of them were reasonably good-looking, neither of the girls was ready to dance yet and eventually the guys left. Kara had been bent over the table and no one had noticed her low cut pants or transparent top.

A waitress came and took their order. While they waited, three guys, all nice looking, came past their table, looked them over and sat down nearby. It was early and the club wasn't busy yet. The waitress returned quickly with their drinks.

No sooner had they received their drinks than a guy came to the table and asked Julie to dance. It was someone she had dated a few times in the past and she went with him readily to the dance floor. Kara looked around, hoping to get rescued, especially by one of the three guys at the next table, but it was not to be and she sat there alone. Julie and her friend eventually returned. Peter, Julie's friend, sat down with them. They talked and sipped their drinks a few minutes until Peter asked Julie to dance again.

Kara was determined that this time she was not going to sit alone. Out of the corner of her eye she could tell that the three at the next table were looking in her direction. They were on her right side and nothing was between her and them. Kara noticed they had a good profile view of her. She intended to take advantage of it.

Kara looked down at her chest. Then she took hold of the denim band on her top, and acting as if it had slipped down, pulled it up. As it moved up, the small amount of material covering her breasts moved with it. The lace caught on her nipples, then jumped free. It had the same effect as someone teasing her nipples. They grew and got harder, causing the flimsy fabric to hang even further from Kara's body. Most significantly however, she had pulled the band so far up that the lace was now just at the bottom of her breasts.

A sideways glance confirmed that the three were watching intently. Kara raised her arms and put her hands behind her head, pretending to gather her hair into a bun. Her back was arched, her tits jutted out firmly and the top rode up until the undersides of her breasts were exposed.

Kara was bare from the low-cut waistband of her jeans all the way to the bottoms of her breasts. She turned sensuously a little to each side, keeping her hands behind her head as long as it looked reasonable. It worked. Kara watched the guys flip coins to see which would ask her to dance. Kara didn't care, any one would do.

She looked up as one of them walked the few steps from their table to hers. "I'm Brad," he said. Then just stood there.

Kara became flustered. She expected him to ask her to dance but he just stood there. The silence was deafening and Kara eventually said, "And I'm Kara. Did you want to dance?"

"I'd like that very much," he said, then stood there until she got out of her chair and preceded him to the dance floor.

As they got to the dance floor, the deejay started a slow song. Brad tried to be polite and hold Kara in a traditional slow dance position. Kara foiled him by putting her arms around his neck. Brad loved the look and feel of Kara's bare skin but was reluctant to touch it. He held Kara several different ways but no matter what he did his hands came to rest on bare flesh.

Kara put her mouth to Brad's ear. "Put your hands where you want. I don't bite and I like to be touched."

"Umhh, ... Thanks. I mean, you really look hot. I just didn't want you getting pissed off at me." Brad put his hands on Kara's back, just below the lace of her top.

"I'll let you know if you do something I think you shouldn't." Brad was dancing with his waist back a little from Kara's so she wouldn't feel his raging hard-on. Kara added, "And you don't have to dance so far back. If I was offended by the feel of a man I wouldn't be dancing."

"I wish all girls were like you," Brad said. His hands were now under the top and moved cautiously toward the front. "Some girls will do anything to get a man's attention but they don't want to be touched."

"They don't know what they're missing." Brad's finger-tips brushed Kara's breasts and lightly grazed her nipples. Her body tingled. It was as if a jolt of electricity passed through her. She didn't realize until now how much she missed George's constant touching.

Kara had just met Brad but already wanted his hands all over her body, except not on the dance floor. She said, "I love what you're doing but there are other people here. Maybe you better keep your hands on the outside of my clothes." She put her mouth to Brad's ear and added, "... at least for now."

"Sorry," Brad said. "Too tempting. I just had to feel them." Brad's hands came out from under Kara's top and instead roamed across the bare flesh of her stomach, her abdomen and her back. Kara melted under his touch. When Brad's finger slipped down the crack of her ass she delayed a considerable time before asking him to remove it.

After a couple of slow numbers the deejay went back to faster music. Brad broke away and started into a fast dance but Kara said, "I need something to drink, can we go back to the table?"

Brad obviously didn't want to but he replied, "If that's what you want; can we dance later?"

Kara had noticed that in many ways Brad was lacking in confidence. She guessed that he expected her to find someone else to dance with. She winked at him and said, "We'll dance again but right now I need a drink." She headed toward the table with Brad following.

On the dance floor Kara had seen Julie with Peter. Julie had whispered to her, "I won't need a ride. Peter's taking me." Kara knew that Julie would not be at the table when she returned. Nevertheless, she feigned surprise and said to Brad, "My friend still hasn't returned. Would it be okay if I join you and your friends?"

"Oh yeah. They'll be glad to have you sit with us." Brad's enthusiasm picked up. "Sure. Get your purse; I'll take your drink." Kara grabbed her purse and followed Brad to the nearby table. It too was a high-top on the edge of the dance floor. Brad pulled out a stool and helped Kara up; he sat next to her.

Brad introduced her to his friends, Mike and Ed. Kara thought they all seemed so young but she had seen the waitress card them so they must be at least twenty-one. Kara was only twenty-four so at most they were three years younger. George had been older. Maybe she had gotten used to him and his friends. Anyway, these guys were nice and good-looking too.

No one spoke. Kara saw that Mike and Ed were staring at her chest. Brad of course knew but she figured Mike and Ed had just realized how little she was wearing. Kara looked at them and said, "Yes, my top is sort of transparent and no, I'm not wearing a bra. Those really are my tits you're looking at." Kara locked her hands behind her head and said, "Do you like?"

"Uh... uh... of course," Mike said. "I mean, like we all wanted to dance with you."

"So it could have been any one of you then?"

"Yeah," said Ed, "but Brad won."

"And I was the prize. I suppose I should be flattered," Kara said. "After I have some of my drink, we can all dance ..." Kara paused. "... that is if you don't mind sharing." In a sort of chorus, the guys agreed they'd like to do that.

Kara felt Brad's hand on her abdomen. As he reached under her waistband, she put her hand over his and moved it away from her jeans, toward her belly button. Then she unsnapped her jeans and put Brad's hand back where it had been. As she picked up her drink she gave him a conspiratorial smile.

Brad felt what Kara had done and understood the invitation she had extended. His fingers lightly grazed her flesh where the jeans had been snapped. Then he grasped the zipper and lowered it. Brad's fingers tiptoed through the remaining portion of Kara's pubic hair. She nearly died when she felt his hand so close to her cunt.

Kara turned to Brad and whispered, "Having fun?"

"Oh yeah," he whispered back, "and you?"

"Uh huh, lovin' it," Kara said softly. "Only problem is, that's as far as you go. The pants are too tight for you to get your hand in."

"We could go someplace where you could take them off."

"Sorry, I'm not ready for that yet. But don't stop, please." Kara sighed as Brad caressed what was left of her bush and struggled unsuccessfully to reach her clit, a fraction of an inch lower.

To everyone at the table Brad said, "I've got tunes, booze and a hot tub. Whaddaya say?"

Mike and Ed quickly agreed but Kara wasn't so sure. She said, "You have a house?"

"Well, I live with my brother and his wife but they're gone for a few days so I guess it's mine."

Kara considered. She really did want to go but she had decided she wasn't going to fuck Brad, at least not tonight. Mike and Ed provided a little safety in that regard. No one seemed inclined toward gang rape. If she took her own car she would probably be okay.

"I'll take my car. Can someone ride with me to show the way?"

"I'll ride with you," said Brad. "We all rode with Mike so we have only one car."

"Okay, lets do it," Ed said. Kara stealthily zipped up her jeans. She couldn't get the snap closed with one hand though and left it undone. The four of them downed their drinks and headed for the door. In the car, Kara realized she hadn't covered all of her bases.

"Brad, you know I love your hands but I've got to drive and you're going to have to stay on your side of the car. Okay?"

Brad acted as if the air had been let out of his balloon. With a hang dog look he said, "Alright, I understand."

Brad and Kara drove uneventfully across town to his house. Mike and Ed followed. Kara parked on the street so as not to get blocked in. Inside, Brad tried to kiss Kara while fixing a drink. As much as she wanted to be kissed, she wasn't about to let anything get started. She held him off.

It was a glorious night and they went out to the back deck where the hot tub was. Brad took the cover off and felt the water. "I thought it would need adjustment but it feels okay to me. Anyone else want to test it before we get in?"

"I'm going to need something to wear," Kara said to a chorus of groans. "Well I'm not getting in the tub naked with three guys. Do you have a tee shirt I can wear?"

"My tee shirts are all in the laundry but I should have a clean undershirt."

"What's the difference, tee shirt, undershirt, I don't care, just find it and point me toward a bathroom."

"Follow me," Brad said as he walked back into the house. He pointed to a bathroom. "Use that. I'll bring you the shirt."

Kara went into the bathroom and removed her clothes. While she undressed she thought, Maybe I was too harsh. I've been teasing all night. They want to see the rest of me. And Brad, I've let him do everything but fuck me. They've all been perfect gentlemen. If they don't act up I could take the shirt off. It'd be as much fun for me as it would for them. I mean, being naked with three guys in a hot tub ...

Brad knocked on the door. Kara cracked it and he handed her the shirt. As she closed the door he said, "Join us when you're ready."




Clubbing and Tubbing



"I won't be long," Kara said through the door. She was already naked. She pulled the undershirt over her head. It was long, almost reaching her knees. She could position the straps to cover her nipples but her breasts would still be uncovered. The straps were too long and the shirt itself started below her breasts.

Kara looked around the bathroom for safety pins. In a closet she found some. She took the top off and using safety pins, pinned the straps such that they were about three inches shorter. She put the shirt back on.

When Kara looked in the mirror now it looked right. Even if the arm holes were still too big, her breasts were mostly covered. And even though she hadn't intended it, the bottom of the shirt was higher now, mid-thigh, same length as her short dresses.

The undershirt's material however, was so thin that when it got wet it was going to be totally see-through. Kara mused, I wanted to show off tonight; I guess I get my chance.

Kara opened the door and made her way to the back deck. When she got to it her new friends were already in the tub. She saw clothes piled on the deck and guessed they were naked. Que serra.

There were friendly whistles and cat calls as she approached the tub. Kara grabbed her drink from the table and stepped into the water. The three made room for her to sit down. As she had expected, when the undershirt got wet it was seriously transparent. But Kara thought, it's dark out here, I'm under water, who cares? Then she remembered that the three guys were probably not wearing anything and in spite of being in hot water, her nipples hardened.

For twenty to thirty minutes the four of them sat in the tub, sucking on their drinks and chatting about anything and everything. Kara thought that if these guys were going to do her any harm, they would have already done so. At one time or another each had gotten out the tub to refresh his drink. They were naked but none of them had any more than a semi-erection. She was among friends.

Kara needed to refresh her drink. She stood and everyone looked at her. The undershirt was plastered to her body. It was as if she wore nothing at all. Her nipples protruded a good half inch. They were centered on half dollar sized areolas which in turn were centered on firm c-cup size breasts. All of it was clearly visible. Kara drank in the admiring pairs of eyes. She decided it was time to get naked. She gripped the hem of her undershirt and pulled it over her head.

Kara stepped out of the tub to freshen her drink. Mike said, "Holy shit, she's gorgeous."

Kara blushed as Ed said, "Imagine what it would be like to have one of her tits in your mouth."

Brad had had his hands on most of her body but he didn't say a word. He imagined instead how wonderful it would be to have Kara's velvety cunt caressing his cock. Kara fixed herself a drink, then returned to the tub. She basked in the stream of adulation that flowed from Mike and Ed.

Ed described the glories of licking Kara's nipples. Then he talked about how sweet it would be to have her legs wrapped around his neck while his tongue ventured between her lips. Kara could have taken offense to his remarks but she didn't. She accepted them instead as compliments. She even considered briefly how good it might feel.

As Kara sat down she said, "You can look and you can talk about me but keep your hands, and anything else, to yourself."

Again there was a chorus of groans but Kara knew they would behave, or at least she thought they would. Mike sat on one side of her, Ed the other. Brad was across from her.

Kara felt Mike's hand on her knee. She considered saying something but decided against it. She thought, Mike isn't doing any harm and it feels nice anyway.

Then she felt Ed's hand on the other knee. Kara rationalized that since she hadn't done anything to stop Mike, she couldn't very well say anything to Ed. With a guy on either side of her, each rubbing a knee, she started to tingle.

Kara had guessed that Ed was somewhat bolder than the other two, so it didn't come as much of a surprise when she felt his hand on her breast. Despite the pleasurable feeling, Kara needed to put a stop to things.

She turned to Ed but when she opened her mouth to speak, Mike slid his hand up her thigh, right next to her pussy. Jesus, Kara thought, here we go. She gave in to the inevitable and pressed her pussy against Mike's hand. She mumbled, "Oh shit."

Mike caressed Kara's engorged labia with his finger tips, inserting one, then two fingers between her lips. Kara reacted by humping his hand. Ed watched as her hips gyrated beneath the water.

Ed took his hand from Kara's knee, placed it on her stomach and moved downward to her little patch of pubic hair. His fingers explored carefully until he found her clitoris. Kara let out a breathless sigh as he circled her tiny pleasure button with his fingers.

With each thrust of Mike's fingers Kara's hips rose higher. Across the tub, Brad who had expected to bed Kara before the night was over, watched mesmerized as she delighted in the actions of his friends. Not to be left out he reached to the bottom of the tub and picked up Kara's feet. He lifted them, along with her legs, out of the water and onto his shoulders.

With her legs on Brad's shoulders, Kara lifted her body until her torso appeared to float on the surface of the water. The tub was small and Brad's head was between her knees. He looked at Kara's pussy and watched as his friends drove her into a sexual frenzy.

Kara's head was on the back of the tub. Ed put his face over hers and kissed her. Mike bent over Kara's chest and took one of her breasts into his mouth. Brad turned his head from side to side and kissed the insides of her thighs as he inched closer to her pussy.

Kara's resistance withered as hands and lips roamed over her naked body. Still, she was resolute about one thing - she might have a mind blowing orgasm her friends would witness but she wasn't going to fuck anybody.

Mike had taken over Kara's tits. With his hand he caressed a breast and pinched its nipple. His mouth covered the other breast, gently biting a nipple that resembled an eraser on a wooden pencil. Kara surrendered her tits to his ministrations.

Kara intertwined her tongue with Ed's as he sensuously stroked her clitoris. His fingers danced around her nub sending waves of pleasure deep inside her.

Brad licked the insides of her thighs. Mike's fingers were still in her cunt but he seemed more interested in her breasts and Kara greedily wanted Brad's tongue in her pussy.

As if he had been reading her mind, Brad removed Mike's hand from between Kara's legs. Mike was so absorbed with her breasts that he barely noticed. Kara held her breath as Brad's tongue slithered up and down her puffy lips. The tip of his tongue parted her lips. He pressed his mouth against her pussy and sunk his tongue in as deeply as he could.

The air rushed out of Kara's lungs; she squeezed her legs around Brad's head; she thrust a breast into Mike's mouth; she pressed her lips against Ed's and devoured his tongue. Kara's secretions flowed from the walls of her vagina and into Brad's mouth. He savored the taste and swallowed it greedily.

Kara fucked Brad's face and crushed his head between her legs. The tip of her clitoris peeked from under its hood and Ed lightly brushed his fingertips against it.

Kara's nerve endings tingled as she built toward a climax. Her partners sensed the impending explosion and increased their vigor. She clenched her teeth, striving to keep her voice low. "Oh Jesus..., yes..., oh my God..., more..., more..., oh please..., yes..., yess..., yesss..., oh yessss."

Kara bucked and jerked uncontrollably. She pushed their mouths and hands away. Her knees went weak as she slithered back into the water. Kara had never before experienced such an intensity of emotion and she hadn't even been fucked.

As Kara continued to wind down, the four of them lounged in the tub and sucked on their drinks. She felt exceedingly amorous toward her lovers. They had given her the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.

Kara raised up and sat herself sideways on Mike's lap. She turned her face toward him, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. "Thanks for making me feel so special," she said to him.

She got up from Mike's lap and stepped across the tub to Ed. Kara spread his legs and stood between them, her exposed pussy about even with his chin. She put her hands on either side of Ed's face and pressed his lips to her clitoris. "Next time," Kara said, "I want you to suck on it."

Kara turned and crouched in front of Brad, her head barely above the water. She reached into his lap with both hands and encircled his cock. "And you dear boy, have the most magnificent hands and tongue." She put her mouth to his ear and whispered, "Next time I see you this cock is mine." She gave him a peck on the cheek and climbed out of the tub.

Kara picked up the wet undershirt and walked toward the patio door. She felt three pairs of eyes boring into her backside as she entered the house. Kara waved and closed the door behind her. As she put her clothes on Kara reflected on her plans to leave for Dallas. She thought it unfortunate that she would probably never see any of these friends again.



Clubbing in Dallas



Ah, a hot summer night in Dallas, Texas. You could smell the sweet scent of honeysuckle blooming around the rock walls of the outside patio. We walked up to the club entrance, all three of us remarkably steady in our gait considering the nice little buzz we had.

We paid the cover charge got our hands stamped with ultraviolet ink and agreed not to leave anybody behind when we left. The typical club, it was pretty dark inside with the dance floor lights reflecting off the disco ball and the bodies moving to the beat. The sounds were almost a physical assault, you could literally feel the waves of pressure coming out of the speakers and hitting you. 

I wasn't quite drunk enough to enjoy the onslaught inside so I headed for the outdoor patio. The gods smiled upon me as I tried to squeeze through the door at the same time as a pretty little brunette. We kinda got stuck there for a second in the face-to-face, chest-to-chest position. The first thing I noticed was the very nice and substantial pressure of her chest flattening out on mine and the second was the mischievous sparkle in her green eyes.

With a great big smile I offered her a drink and we started talking. A few minutes later I realized that she was plastered. Not slobbering drunk but really really feeling good kinda drunk. We moved over to the back corner of the patio and were semi-hidden by a bunch of plants. Terri, the buxom brunette with green eyes and a great smile, plopped down on my lap straddling my legs with hers. 

She was a cute little thing. Long dark hair just short of her waist, it was soft and silky. The white lace halter-top stopped a modest inch or two below the bottom curve of her breasts which I guestimated to be a pair of nicely packed C cups. She couldn't have weighted much more than a hundred pounds and smelled wonderful. She poured her firm little butt into a well-faded pair of jeans and looked like a dream come true.

Well, I started nuzzling her neck and just generally kissing everything underneath that lustrous mane. The feel of Terri's bare back against my fingertips and the soft curve of her neck under my lips was exquisite. 

Terri was squirming in my lap and I could feel the heat from her crotch building against my own. She leaned back with her face tilted to the stars and her ass moving gently but insistently against my wakening groin. I couldn't have stopped even if I had wanted to. My hands reached up and cupped each breast, mmmm so firm and ripe. I lifted the edge of the halter with my nose and pulled her to my mouth. 

I sucked the bottom of her breasts and licked carefully at the edges of her areola. Despite our mutual desire, I avoided her nipples. Kneading each breast and then cupping them individually with both hands, squeezing them outward and watching the nipples swell with pressure and desire, I relented at last and began to nibble.

Terri was squirming on my lap and moaning encouragement to me as I sucked her hard nipples into my mouth. I was sober enough to realize that some of the people closest to us were aware of what we were doing but I was drunk enough not to care either!

I just kept sucking and her nipples kept getting harder and longer. Her crotch was getting hotter and my cock was throbbing. I knew I had to have her. Dry humping each other wasn't satisfying either of us. I reached down and lowered her zipper. Damn but her jeans were tight! My fingers were working hard to get under her panties even though she was more than willing.

I had one hand playing with her nipples and the other inside her panties with my fingers at the top of her wet slit. I looked her in the eye and told her, "Unzip me." Now you should know that I gave up underwear sometime back in junior high so when she dropped my zipper, she had immediate access to seven inches of swollen cock.

The head was slick with precum and her little hand felt so good wrapped around me. I managed to get my hand further into her panties and slipped a finger up inside her. I was playing 'let's find the G-spot' and Terri was starting to make little whimpering noises. Her pussy was soaked and I wanted desperately to pull her up on my face and run my tongue through her wet folds. 

So there we were, Terri with her tits being caressed and her pussy openly being finger fucked. Me, I'm the guy with the finger in her pussy and trying not to cream her while she strokes me in front of the other semi-drunken bar patrons. We did the only reasonable thing we could do; we headed for the parking lot.

The first thing I noticed was that there were too many lights in that parking lot! Terri and I climbed into her car. She had a great parking place, first row right in front of the entrance. Nothing like being on display! Neither of us cared enough to stop however. I peeled her jeans off of her and bent her over the back of the seat.

Kneeling in the front floorboard I began to lick my way to heaven. I had a perfect view of her tight little ass right in my face. Her lips were all pouty and wet. I was all but drowning in the aroma of hot juicy pussy and I couldn't wait to dive in!

I licked from the tip of her tailbone down between her cheeks and made certain to circle and tease her little pink rosebud with the tip of my tongue before slowly trying to push it inside. Terri was creaming and I could see the juices running down her thighs. I had a cheek in each hand, spreading them wide and forcing my tongue into her ass.

I'm pretty sure she had her first orgasm about that time. Her ass contracted and about pinched off the tip of my tongue. A tremendous flood of juices oozed from her open pussy lips and she began to babble and scream in the backseat.

I moved further down and sucked up as much of her girl-cum as I could get from her thighs before diving into the source. She was sweet and tangy. Oh so clean tasting. I wanted more. She had her knees as wide as she could get them and I was doing contortions to get my body turned so that my face was directly under her pussy. With my nose and tongue alternating against her clit and a finger fully inserted up her ass, Terri was having a great time!

I was sucking up her cream and licking her inner walls as far as I could reach. I know she came again shortly after that started because she began gasping and grinding her pussy all over my face and screaming something to the effect of, "lick mmeeeee, yesssss, suck my pussy!" and a few other comments.

When she raised up enough for me to get out from under her, I saw that we had a modest audience watching through the car windows. I didn't care, my cock was throbbing and my balls were about to explode! I was gonna fill her full of hot thick cum no matter what else might happen. 

I pushed the seat back as far as it would go and put her feet on the dashboard. Her pussy was wide open and drooling. I aimed my swollen purple head at the entrance and slowly pushed forward. A blonde girl outside the window was watching avidly as I slid home deep inside Terri. We both moaned from the intense heat and pleasure of finally connecting. 

Her pussy was better than any velvet glove description. She wrapped herself around me so intimately and so gloriously that the onlookers faded from my perceptions. It was all about Terri and how we were making each other feel. My balls were pressed against her ass and were being bathed in her copious juices. As we moved together I watched her face, her eyes and finally we shared the view of our joining. Her pussy lips were spread wide around the base of my shaft. The trimmed tuft of hair on her mons did nothing to block the view of her crimson pussy drawing me inside. 

I could feel the tremors beginning inside her, the PT's, pussy tremors; the start of the rhythmic contractions that would push both of us over the edge into screaming orgasmic bliss. Terri was panting now, short gasping breaths and staring down at the sight of her body's penetration. 

"Can you feel it baby? Feel that cock inside you … feel it pumping you, filling you full of hard meat… yessssssss, milk it baby, make it shoot... gonna fill you full of hot cum"

Terri's eyes rolled back in her head, her pussy began to convulse and she started to wail. I couldn't take the sensations any longer and felt the cum blasting up from my balls. Shooting long ropes of thick white jizz into her creamy pussy I fucked her like a madman. My balls shot load after load of baby gravy into Terri as the car rocked under us. Our energy spent we collapsed together when I became aware of the blonde still standing outside the window watching us. 

Her eyes were wide with lust and excitement. I'd no idea what she wanted if anything.

I pulled my cock slowly out of Terri. Still partially hard it was covered in a combination of our juices. Terri's pussy was leaking cum all over the seat as she made no effort to cover up. I raised up over her and was attempting to pull my jeans back on when she surprised me and took me in her mouth. She sucked me nice and clean then licked our juices off of my balls. Eventually I opened the car door, stepped out and buttoned my jeans. The blonde gave me an intriguing look and slid inside next to Terri.

I was too spent to stay and parted the small crowd to search for my ride home. Oh yeah, I did get Terri's phone number and have seen her again but that's another story...



Clubbing In London



We had been out for dinner in London and Sue decided that, to finish the night off, she wanted to go to a club. Sue was wearing a white blouse with a black mid-thigh length leather skirt, black thigh highs and a pair of black shoes with three-inch stiletto heels that helped make her legs look fantastic. The temperature dropped while we were waiting in the queue to the club that we had found and I couldn't help but notice that, because she was wearing a half-cup bra, Sue's nipples were beginning to show through her blouse. I used the slight chill as an excuse to cuddled up to Sue and I took the opportunity to rub myself against her chest, ensuring that her nipples remained prominent.

We queued for only a short while then made it into the club, the doorman obviously enjoying the view when he checked out Sue before admitting us. The music was so loud we couldn't speak so, using sign language, Sue sent me to the bar to get some drinks. 

The bar area was heaving with people and when I made my way back with the drinks Sue was on the dance floor. I signalled to her and got her to come nearer to me then I put the drinks where I could keep an eye on them and joined her on the dance floor. Even though I was dancing opposite her, other guys would approach Sue – her still very prominent nipples probably had something to do with that. She would always smile at them and briefly turn her attention to them but invariably she would return her attention to me. 

A slower song was played and we moved closer. Sue moulded her body to mine ensuring she rubbed against me. My hands dropped to her waist and then inched lower to massage her bottom and pull her tight to me. After a minute of grinding together Sue moved away, turned around and then backed against me. I put my hands on her waist then worked them under her blouse and up to her breasts, alternating between massaging her breasts and stroking her nipples. 

The bumping and grinding went on until the end of the next song, at which time I dragged Sue off the floor and into a dark corner. I pushed her up against the wall and we kissed. I alternated between nibbling her lips with my teeth and teasing my tongue into her mouth. After a few minutes of that she pulled my head tight against her and crushed my lips with hers, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth.

I moved my right hand between us and loosened the buttons on her blouse. I then gently took hold of one of her breasts and teased the nipple with my thumb. She groaned with pleasure and became more aggressive in her kissing. Her right hand reached down between us and stroked my length through my trousers. I removed my lips from hers and started kissing her neck, which caused her to groan even more. I then moved my hand down from her breast, onto her leg. I moved my hand up the inside of her thigh until I reached the top. I eased her thong aside and found a very wet cunt. My finger easily slid inside her.

I managed to get a second finger inside her then withdrew them both and found her clit. Sue was so aroused that it only took a couple of minutes of massaging her clit before she had an orgasm. I supported her as her legs gave way, continuing to hold her against the wall and kiss her neck until she grabbed my head to bring our lips together again. Sue then took hold of the hand I had been using on her clit, brought it up to her lips and put my fingers in her mouth. After she finished tasting herself we had another brief kiss then Sue fastened her blouse, gave me another quick stroke through my trousers, took hold of my hand and then dragged me down the corridor and into the Ladies.

There was no-one else in the Ladies and Sue dragged me straight into one of the cubicles. Sue sat down then reached up undid the belt and zip one my trousers and then let them drop to the floor. Sue then eased the waistband of my boxers over the throbbing head of my penis and then work them down my legs. As she leant forward the ease my boxers down my legs my penis was level with her head so she kissed the end the licked up and down my length. By now I leaking pre-cum and she happily used her tongue to remove it from the end of my cock.

Once my boxers were at my feet Sue took hold of my erection with one hand, lightly raked the nails of her other hand over my balls then leaned forward and took my penis into her mouth. She started moving her hand up and down my length while keeping the end of my cock in her mouth. In only a few minutes I was ready on the verge of coming. Sue knew that so she stopped what she was doing and swapped places with me.

As soon as I sat down Sue turned her back to me then eased herself downwards. She took hold of my erection, rubbed it along her lips and then slowly eased herself down onto it. Once she was settled she leaned back against me so I reached around to fondle her breasts. She then went to work on me with her pussy muscles. I moved one hand down and reached between her legs, found her clit and started gently stroking it.

Sue's breathing increased and her hips started moving. She lifted herself so that my erection was at the entrance to her pussy then dropped back down on it. After she'd done that a few times I decided that I needed to be in control. I stood up and moved her so that she was leaning with her hands against the cubicle door. I spread her legs slightly then fed my erection back into her. I was so close to coming that I just grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her as fast as I could. Sue moved back to meet each of my thrusts. It took only half a dozen thrusts and I was coming. My spurting into Sue pushed her over the edge. Her muscles clamped onto me again and again, milking my come from me.

I stayed inside her until my prick softened and slipped out. Sue let out another little moan as my length slipped out of her. She then turned around, pulled me to her and we kissed as we came down from our peaks. We got ourselves together and then walked together hand in hand out of the Ladies. As we were walking out of the door two young women walked in. They looked at me then at Sue then turned to each other and started laughing. As the door closed behind us Sue said that it was a shame that they hadn't arrived earlier! Perhaps she was developing an exhibitionist streak!



Clubbing with My Son



I knew by Wednesday afternoon that my son Dean was coming home from school for the weekend. It is so typical of his thoughtful nature to give me a heads up like that and just one of the many things I love about him. He is a graduate student in Applied Biology at Upton College and had just finished a lab class as a student instructor. He sent me a text message just after 3 that day saying he'd be able to get away from campus early on Friday and that he'd be at the house by 6. He had some good news to share. I was excited to hear it whatever it was, excited to see him and anxious to be with him again. 

Dean is the older of my two children. My daughter Toni is 21 and living out on the coast with her boy friend who I just don't get and is trying to get her life 'in harmony', whatever that means. I love her too of course but it's different. Always friendly, supportive and respectful of each other, we had somehow just not, well, not bonded is I guess the best way to say it.

She's a great kid, smart and good looking but seems perpetually to be searching for something else, something more. I don't think that's so terribly unusual for a 21 year old but in fact she's always been that way so it's just more of the same these days. Luckily for her, the bastard that left us after 18 years of marriage is paying very hefty child support and under the terms of the decree, that will continue until the youngest, Toni, is 25. Not to sound mean but I'm thinking that when her Dad's money stops flowing, she'll find harmony pretty fast.

I thought I heard a car pull into the driveway just a couple of minutes before 6. I'd been listening for it of course. I took a peek out the window, saw it was Dean and was standing behind the door with a beer in my hand when he came in. 

"Mom," he shouted out as he swung the door open, "I'm hom....oh, you're right there," he said, a little startled but all smiles and looking great as usual. 

"Hi sweetheart, got a beer ready for you," I said, holding it out and smiling back up at him. He took it and gave me a big hug, lifting me right up off the floor. Oh God it was good to see him, to have him home again, to have him here with me for the weekend. 

"Drop your bag anyplace honey and c'mon back to the kitchen with me," I said, "I made some soup. It's on the stove right now and there's a scotch waiting back there with my name on it."

We sat at the kitchen table together, chatting easy chat with each other, mostly me asking about the trip. He said it had been uneventful and I took his hand in mine and told him how happy I was to have him home with me again. I asked, "What's your good news, honey?"

"I'll tell you all about it tonight Mom but right now I'm going to have another beer and later we're going clubbing, you and me." His eyes were bright, music in his voice and he was grinning like he'd just won the lottery. 

"Clubbing?" I asked, "But what about...?"

"None of that,"' he interrupted," "The soup will wait another day though I thank you for making it. I'm celebrating and you and I are going clubbing and that's all there is to it," he declared with both mirth and authority competing in his voice. 

He was all lit up, animated and manic about something. I couldn't wait to hear what it was but I said, "OK, I'll hear the news when you're ready to tell me I guess. For now, it's just so great to have you home again," and I blew him a kiss across the table. "Where are we going? Which club?" I asked.

"'Hoochie Mamma' in the Colony Center, that big store-front place with the lighted marquee." 

I had heard of it, it had been in the news a few times. "Dean," I said, "I'm way too old for that place and besides I can't go like this."

"You're not too old, we are going, I'll be proud to have you on my arm and what do you mean you can't go like that? You look gorgeous tonight Mom, right now, right here, right this minute, just knock down gorgeous like always." 

"Well, I'm not even wearing a bra for one thing so I've got to at least finish getting dressed," I said, not feeling at all sure about this. On the news piece I'd seen about 'Hoochie Mamma' it looked dark and loud with just a sea of young people, like there was nobody there even a minute over 22. 

He came around the table, scooted my chair back, leaned over and reaching up inside my blouse, he took my breasts in his hands and gave me the most wonderfully full and loving kiss I'd had in the eternity since his last visit. His lips were warm and soft but the kiss was determined and purposeful. The scent of him was exotic and heady all at the same time and oh so male. His face, rough with a half day's whiskers was heaven against my cheek. 'I'm so lucky,' I thought to myself. More than just a devoted son, he is the best thing that ever happened to me. 

It was only five years ago that we'd taken our relationship to another level and in all that time he'd never denied me a thing and every moment with him was the stuff of dreams. Oh, how I loved him.

I slowly stood up, not wanting to break the kiss. I unbuttoned my blouse to give him easier access as I turned to face him. He reached around behind me with one arm to match my hug and slid the other up under my skirt to stroke lightly back and forth across my bare ass. By standing agreement, I was to be braless when he got home and either in a thong or with no panties and this time it was no panties. I'm not sure which of us was more pleased or better served with that arrangement but I can safely say it suited me just fine. 

He broke off the kiss and pushed me back just far enough to free his arms and with that, slipped my blouse back off my shoulders where it dropped down my arms and onto the floor at my feet. He looked down at my breasts and as he stared at them I became inflamed with lustful desire. I backed up to the kitchen table, just two steps behind me, picked up my scotch and took a sip. 

I looked directly into his eyes as I did that, standing there topless in the middle of my own kitchen, the fluorescent lights ablaze overhead and I dipped the tip of my finger into the drink. Still staring deeply into his eyes, I used my wetted finger to trace lazy circles around my nipples while he watched. I was clearly aroused as he could plainly see. 

I reached around behind myself and set the drink down without breaking eye contact. I leaned back against the edge of the table and held onto it with both hands at my sides, my tits jutting out in front of me. I kept eye contact the whole time. He knew me well and I'm sure he could read me, knew what I wanted. He closed the span between us with one step and took me in his arms. I reached around his neck and pulled myself up to accept his kiss. Again, one hand went behind and up my skirt to my bare ass. 

It was a lingering kiss, easy and sweet. No hurry. 

With one arm still around me, he withdrew his other hand from my backside and unzipped himself. I leaned into his chest, hugged him with one arm and with the other hand reached down to take him into my curled fingers. It was warm and firm and familiar. I began to lightly stroke him, again easy and in no hurry. I waited. It took only a minute. He turned me around and gently pushed me down onto the kitchen table. 

I recoiled at first as my breasts contacted the cold glass table top but I quickly overcame that. He lifted up the back of my skirt and pressed his dick into my ass crack. I relaxed my cheeks and my anus as much as I could to allow him easier access. I felt a generous dollop of his warm spit drop onto my asshole. 

He probed gently but with cautious certainty. He had both hands on my hips as he straddled my legs and finally, after a few faltering attempts, he was in. This is my heaven on earth. How I love the feeling of him up there inside me. 

He was developing a rhythm behind me and I could feel his pelvis plow into my cheeks and puff them out with each forward thrust. The whole of him was now easily able to enter me and withdraw without pulling at that tender tissue. Still the going was easy and relaxed. The heat for both of us was building and that was undeniable but it was a gradual gathering. We hadn't spoken a word to each other in several minutes now. There was only the rhythmic sound of two lovers breathing, the gentle slapping of flesh on flesh and the faint but unmistakable grunts of passion drifting in the kitchen air. 

"Stay right there Mom, don't move. Just give me a sec.," he said as he stepped back. I remained in position but turned my head around to see what he was up to. He was undressing. He pulled his tee shirt up and over his head, his biceps bulging as he went and his rippled abdomen in plain evidence. 

There was a faint sheen of sweat across his chest and belly. He loosened his belt and slid his jeans down past his knees and stepped out of them. As the waist band of his boxers pressed past and then freed his dick, it popped up and bobbed there in front of him as if animated by an unseen puppeteer. It bobbed and bobbed again.

We must have been quite a sight right at that moment. Me, naked except for my skirt pulled up over my waist, laying there face down on the kitchen table under the glare of the overhead lights, my tits and belly pressed down against the table top and my bare ass sticking straight out into the room. And then there was Dean, a half step behind me, naked but for his sox, his very fine collegiate cock standing firmly at full attention on its final approach for launch straight up my very deserving ass. Oh God I wish I had a picture of that. And then bam, he was in me...just like that. 

But in the midst of all this my curiosity was killing me. The whole clubbing thing was stuck in my head and I couldn't understand what was happening with the plans he'd announced about going out. I was desperate not to kill the moment but finally I spoke up. "Dean," I asked, "Does this mean we're not going clubbing after all?"

He was fully inside me and now he leaned over me, his belly against my back and his lips by my ears. He whispered, "Mom, it really has been way too long time since you've been out."

"What do you mean by that?" I inquired.

"Because," he explained, "it's only 6:45 now and you don't even leave to go out 'till after 11. We've got enough time for this and a shower and even a nap if you like."

"Well in that case,'' I commanded, "Get back to work plowboy." And he did. 

We got to the 'Hoochie Mamma' at about 11:30 and as Dean had said earlier, the crowd was just beginning to build. It was exactly as I had seen on the news only darker, noisier and indeed I felt old enough to be grandmother to some of these kids. And I normally think I look pretty good for 45 but not right then. 

I just stood and stared, transfixed in a way at all those very young people engaged in conversations that had every appearance of being the most important discussion ever held. Dean had gotten a beer for himself and a scotch neat for me. 

There were a few booths on the perimeter of a very large and dimly lit open space. The strobe lights, alternating between red, white and blue seemed to be everywhere at the same time. And the corners and recesses where they didn't reach were dominated by black light. The music had a very definite, almost predictable beat but was entirely without any apparent melody....just a series of electronic notes strung together but not in an unpleasant way. It was however loud and I mean loud. We took one of the booths and sat next to each other facing the back and we held hands. All the commotion around me notwithstanding, I felt very relaxed. It was the company no doubt. 

The next hour passed very quickly as we were deeply caught up in reconnecting after the three weeks apart, each in turn telling the other about the events, good and otherwise that had befallen us over the past 21 days. He finally asked if I'd like to hear his good news.

"Dean Honey," I said, "I'm dying to hear your news but I thought I had to wait 'till you were ready to tell."

"Well thanks for that Mom but I'm ready now. I've been offered a fellowship for next year and I've accepted it. It comes with a generous stipend and staff privileges for things like parking, use of the faculty dining room, off hours access to any buildings on campus I get a student intern....which I get to recruit and appoint myself. It's a very big deal for me, Mom." 

He was positively beaming, almost floating with pride and delight. "Oh my God Dean,' I said, "I am so proud of you. That's incredible news. Oh honey that's so cool. You deserve it and congratulations." I was over the top happy for him. "I want you to tell me all about it."

He took a long and deliberate drink from his beer and began to relax and settle back to fill me in on the details. The more he talked the more excited and animated he got. I hadn't seen him like this in a long time and his enthusiasm was intoxicating and infectious. At one point he took my hand and pulled it under the table cloth in front of him. His dick was out and it was rock hard. "Will you finish this off for me Mom?" he implored. "I'd love it if you would."

I hadn't realized that he'd been stroking himself but I can't say it was out of phase with the soaring mood he was in. "Are you kidding," I said, "How could I deny anything to one of the brightest minds in the history of Upton College?" I took over for him and was thoroughly happy to have the privilege -- and that's how I thought of it. 

It was a little bit surreal. There I was taking care of him in the middle of a crowded public space but nobody knew that except him and me. It might sound funny but it was actually a very loving moment and I lazily stroked the length of his dick, loving the sensation and neither of us was in any particular hurry about it. It was very much a special sharing moment and I was again reminded of how terribly in love with him I really was. We just held our positions there in the midst of all the carryings on that surrounded us, largely oblivious to them. We sipped our drinks...me with my spare hand and we kissed. 

My neighbor Gina suddenly appeared out of nowhere and without warning leaned over to plant a kiss on my cheek. That startled both of us to the extent that we literally jumped in our seats and with that, the table cloth pulled away and she saw what I was doing to Dean. 

"Oh my God Diana," she said, "You're fucking jerking off your son right here in public. Are you fucking kidding me?"

We were both very flustered and caught off guard. Finally after what seemed like an eternity I said, "I think you better sit down Gina." She did.

"How long has this been going on with you two? What the fuck, really? I mean God Diana, what the hell?"

I knew she was drunk because she rarely used such coarse language but then, she'd never seen me jerking off my son either. She and Dean and I actually had some history together not entirely unlike this. Dean is, above all things, infatuated with exhibitionism. I had on a couple of occasions set up a scenario wherein I'd lead one of my girlfriends to getting an "accidental" glimpse of Dean jerking off. He totally loved that and he'd never denied me anything so I'd willingly done this for him. On one occasion it was even my sister but she bolted a soon as I called Dean out of his room to 'answer' for his 'inexcusable display'. Gina, however, had been the one that didn't bolt and while we both saw Dean naked that night, it was she that touched him and that had escalated to much more. I'd taken my leave to let them be alone.

"We've been lovers for 5 years, since Dean Was 18", I explained. Her eyes were as big as dinner plates and her breathing was choppy and halting. She just stared at both of us, from one to the other and back again. She sipped her drink without breaking her stare. She was incredulous. 

"Needless to say Gina, there is a reason you didn't know about us. It's a very private matter and we'd hope to keep it that way," I said.

"Oh don't get me wrong, I'm cool with this. At least I think I am but I'm just very fucking surprised. Oh my God, I can't get over it. I truly had no idea," She said.

"I think this is a good time to drink up and get out of here," I said. "Come on back home with us Gina and we can talk about it some more if you like". 

"You can bet your ass on that," she said. "I really want to hear more about this".

After we'd gotten back home and Dean made drinks for the three of us, we sat down at the kitchen table. I kept the booze in the kitchen cupboard and of course the beer and ice were in the fridge. How ironic this was I thought to myself after what had happened on this very table not more than a few house ago. Nobody said a thing. It was so quiet it was a little spooky. Finally Gina asked, "When this all get started, I mean how?' I said that when he was younger I had permitted Dean to masturbate to me and eventually things just escalated. We'd never thought of it as taboo, it's just who we were. Dean was still silent.

"Just like that?" she asked. "One day he's jerking off to you and the next day you're doing it for him?"

"No it wasn't exactly like that," I said and at this point, with our secret out on the table and really no place to hide, I slowly began to answer her questions. And she had plenty. Dean had now warmed to the conversation was carefully adding details here and there. The more we talked the more we drank and the drunker we got. 

Finally the light went on for Gina and she said, "I'm just now realizing that you probably set me up that night to see Dean jerking off."

We confessed and asked if she was going to be pissed about it.

"Hell no, are you kidding me? Grab your drinks and come with me," and at that point she took each of us by the hand and was pulling us toward the stairs. We all had a major buzz going by now. Dean and I both blithely complied and followed her upstairs. 

Pulling us along behind her, she strode directly to that point in the hallway outside Dean's bedroom door where the ruse had unfolded six months earlier. 

"OK now get this you two, we're going to reenact that night only this time I'm not going to be the dunce who didn't see it coming. Dean, get your ass in there and get undressed and I mean fast." He took off and with that she turned and kissed me so deeply and fully that it nearly knocked me out of breath. 

"So go ahead Di, take my top off like you did that night," she said defiantly, with one hand on her hip and the other holding her drink. I was starting to get into this so I set my glass down on the carpet and began unbuttoning her blouse. Having done that, I slid it back off her shoulders where it fell down her arms and onto the floor at her feet. She was wearing a bra but it did little to obscure the enormity of her beautiful breasts. 

"I've always been a little intimidated by those tits of yours Gina," I admitted. "They are so huge and so completely beautiful to me, gorgeous really."

"Good, I fucking like that idea" she responded just as Dean reentered the hall. He had an old worn towel around his waist just as he'd done back in the spring. "Dean, I want you to watch as your Mom takes my bra off." She then looked over at me and said, "OK Di, what are you waiting for?"

Well I was no dunce myself and didn't need to be asked twice to do something like that so I leaned into her, reached between her arms and around behind her back and undid the clasp. I straightened up and quickly snatched her bra away off so that her magnificent tits tumbled out into full and glorious view. Dean, who was openly playing with himself by now, whistled and took another sip from his drink. He's a two fisted guy. 

I stared at her chest for a few seconds and then reached out to touch her exquisite beckoning globes. Just as before, they were so big I couldn't take all of them in my hands but of course I tried the best I could. I was getting outright hot now. She was too I could tell. The nipple gives itself away. She reached over, as I had done six months before, and pulled open the flap of Dean's towel, fully revealing his busy hand. He emitted a long, low guttural sound, sort of a cross between and growl and whimper and he was plainly very much into this. 




Clubbing with My Son



It has been my experience that men by and large are much more taken with their own erection than we are, any of the women I know at least, but I'd surely have to admit it was a steamy sight, watching him slide his curled fist eagerly up and down the length of his beautiful cock...the very one that has been buried miles up my beautiful and deserving ass so many times. 

I was oddly struck right at that moment though by a kind of funny thought. You know how when you go to a three ring circus and there is so much going on that you really don't know where to look. It was kind of like that with Dean Right then and I could see him struggling with it. He didn't know whether to look at me fondling Gina's tits or look down at the pleasure center of his the universe. His head snapped back and forth as if watching a tennis tournament played at double time. He was trying to look at both at once but couldn't do it and that's what made it funny to me. There was some drool on at the corner of his mouth punctuated by the snapping head, the wide, searching, almost frantic eyes and his arm pumping away to an unheard rhythm in the manner of John Phillip Susa on speed balls. I nearly laughed right out.

Gina pulled my top off up over my head. I was wearing no bra and she touched me but only briefly before she bent down, reached up under my skirt and lowered my thong. I'll mention it was of a dark blue satiny material because she made a point of admiring it before looping it over Dean's reddening pole. That broke the ice and we all three laughed out loud.

"OK Dean, now I want you to take your Mom's skirt off and then mine," she commanded. 

"Whatever you say Gina," came the slurred reply. He reached around behind me, his face buried in my tits as he did this, unbuttoned the waist band of my skirt and let it fall to the ground. I was fully naked and though I was surfing the waves of the scotch, I still felt the tiniest bit self conscious so to hide it, I turned in a couple of slow pirouettes, my hands raised above my head in mock parody. They simultaneously commenced a polite if brief applause. 

"OK Deano, get crackin' buddy," she said to him as she lifted her arms up out to her side and the ever obedient boy turned his attention to her. He had her skirt off in a flash and speaking of flash, with the skirt gone that's all there was -- she was wearing no panties or thong. The towel was now at Dean's feet and the three of us must have looked quite a sight; two middle aged moms standing there in the hall, hot, sweaty, sexually cranked up and naked along with a 23 year old Upton College soccer captain yanking away at his dong. Yikes!

At no one's urging in particular, it just happened spontaneously, we closed ranks and began to kiss and touch each other. This was the first time I'd ever had my hand on Gina's ass. It felt otherworldly to me, mesmerizing as I ran my finger tips so delicately back and forth across her cheeks, tracing her crack and exploring the full smooth creamy round beauty of her curve. I had seen her nude only once before and then only in profile. It was right here in this very spot only six months pervious when I had slunk away to leave her and Dean to their business. She didn't know about Dean and me back then but I'll never forget how her cheeks puffed out when he rammed her from behind as she leaned against the wall that night while I watched from my hiding place on the stairs. I could have only hoped that one day I might get my hands on those perfectly formed domes. And here it was. And it was better than I had dared to dream.

We were all damp and slippery and there as a great amount of roaming hands and fingers, much spit swapping and the ladies taking turns jerking poor, out-numbered Dean. I can promise you he wasn't complaining. "Diana," queried Gina, trying to reassert control, "How would you like to get down on your knees and give Dean a nice sloppy blow job? I want to watch you suck him off right here in front of me, right now".

Dean and I both stiffened and exchanged weary glances. We each fell silent. 

"What the hell's the matter with you two all of a sudden?" she asked with some incredulity.

We both started to answer and then he fell quiet to let me explain. "We've never done that Gina. Neither have we ever had vaginal intercourse. It's just not in our repertoire," I said. 

"So not to be a dumb ass but what the hell do you do, just jerk him off all day and that's it?" she asked.

I just looked down at the carpet and Dean spoke up. "Think of this way Gina, if you really must know. I take care of things at the back end of the train. I'm the caboose man for mom."

"You're fucking with me," she said in mock hysterics as she threw her arms up in the air, her great tits jutting out and jiggling there in front of her, bouncing and swaying. 

"It's true Gina," I said, "that's been our thing from the beginning. It started in the shower 5 years ago and I do not need you judging us for that," a trace of anger bubbling in my voice.

"Whoa honey. Whoa just a minute," she replied. "Not only would I never ever judge you no matter what but in fact I think that's so hot."

Dean spoke up finally saying, "You really think that's hot?"

"Not only do I think that's the hottest thing I ever heard," she replied, "I also think you should make me put my money where my mouth is and really show me how it started and then see if I don't go nuts for the chance to watch. Gather your drinks kids, we're taking a fucking shower," she concluded with a playful firmness in her voice.

Dean and I had no problem with that at all. It was arguably our favorite thing anyway and to have a voluptuous female voyeur there with us in the stall, naked, watching and vowing not to judge us...well can it get any better than that. I looked at him and he looked at me. We both smiled broadly and nodded. Dean immediately left us and headed for my bath, the one with the oversize shower. We watched his cute little collegiate hinny waddle up the hall and disappear into my room. Gina and I picked up our drinks and with our arms around each other, followed right behind.

The sound of running water sometimes makes me have to pee so I sat on the potty for a minute and the instant I got up, Gina took my pace. By the time we finished Dean had gotten the water up to temperature. We all climbed in and closed the door, the fragrant smell of soap and shampoo already being carried into the air by the rising steam. The kissing and touching started all over again, noisy and sloppy as ever and no shortage of spit. The shower doors were already fogging up. I felt Gina press her fingers into my crack and across my asshole. Now this was a woman after my own heart. I looked back over my shoulder, smiled, winked and pursed my lips at her. 

Dean slipped between her and me at that point, directing me to lean against the wall at the front end of the stall with my feet a little bit apart. He squeezed some shower gel into his hand and began to apply a generous slurry of soapy suds all over my shoulders, back and behind, reaching through my arms a couple of times to run his slippery fingers across my tits and my stiffening nipples. Now I was beginning to catch fire. Gina had taken a step back to watch. She was working on herself as she looked on. When I looked back over my shoulder I could see that her eyes were different, sort of squinting. Her lips were stretched and her back and shoulders were hunched and rounded as she bent over to reach herself. Her gaze met mine. It was electric and the very air itself sizzled. Her lips moved as she looked at me, straight at me, past my eyes and into my soul. She was mouthing something in silence to me. I couldn't get it but that was all the more arousing as I was left to imagine the urgency and intensity of her secret message. 

Dean had gotten past my back and shoulders now and had lowered his attention to my ass crack. My feet were spread well apart and his warm, slippery, soapy hands were shuttling back and forth in my crack, delivering a mind bending sensation that traveled like a driven current from my asshole to my cunt and back again. It was overtaking me. Gina had now reached around to Dean's front and was furiously jerking him with her free hand. It was well lathered and dripping on his balls. He was as hard as a concrete phone pole and trembling. Gina was nearing the brink I could tell by her heavy, accelerated breathing. I was very quickly approaching my tipping point myself and was trying to hold off as long as I could but within seconds could hold on lo longer.

"Now Dean, do me now, "I urged breathlessly. "Get in me now -- NOW. Do it. Do it", I commanded in a high squeal. I could barely talk, barely breathe. I was dying to let go. 

His hungry, driving, hunting cock was immediately at my asshole and with all that lubricating slippery, soapy brew in my crack he was able to gain entry on virtually the first try. "I'm in," he announced triumphantly.

"I know that for God's sake Dean," I said. "Hammer me, I want to feel it big, big. I want you ramming into my ass hard and fast. Now, faster. Now. Now. Go."

Gina had moved behind Dean and was plowing his ass as if she was wearing a strap-on, just going at him as hard and fast as she could. Bam, bam, slap, slap. And every time she'd slam into his backside, the reverberation would jostle his dick up inside me and it was as if they were both ass fucking me at the same time. With one hand on his hip and the other waiving in circles over her head she was shrieking and yelling something about a cowboy. We were all at a fevered pitch and then as if of a single mind, we were catapulted over the edge of the world. Yelling and screaming, whistling, hooting, waiving and humping, half laughing and half crying, falling down, down into emptiness. Nothing existed but sensation, glorious life affirming sensation. 

And then there was just the noise of the streaming water sloshing off my shoulders. I finally drew a breath and my vision began to clear. My hearing returned. Dean was slumped over my back and Gina was slumped over his. 

In this position we were pretty well all locked up together so she had to be the first to lift up and she did. Dean had withdrawn and he and I both came back to vertical at the same time. I turned and put my arms around him and looking over his shoulder, extended my reach to take Gina's hand. She took my hand and brought it to her lips. We just held there for a few minutes, holding each other and simmering in the extraordinary experience we had just so passionately shared. There could never be an equal to this, ever. Sure, we might be together again but we'd never again be shot full of the magic and the glory of this first time together. 

An extraordinarily potent bond had been made there in that shower that day, unanticipated as it might have been. We spoke of it many times after that when we were together and especially when we drank. I have since then 'played' with Gina often enough and every time it is mystical. Dean continues to treat me like his queen and for all I know, maybe they get together once in a while too. I hope so. I love them both.

Her tits still intimidate me though.