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Ecstasy

By: RodeoSexClown



I am collector of souls... Or was, long ago. I was born into this world as an incubus, but soon my master realized that my powers were far greater than just a mere wandering demon. He made me the gatekeeper of hell and that was my post for so many years. My Brothers soon followed in my strength and we over took our master and left our enslaved ways behind. The story you are about to hear takes place some time after my master was defeated... It tells of the love I once knew and wish so dearly that I had again...

I remember that day clearer now than I ever have before. She was the first that I found myself to be truly in love with and the one that I wished to spend the rest of eternity with. I awoke that night to the smell of fresh blood and lavender. It was simply intoxicating and I could not fight the urge to rise from our bed and follow it down the stairs to the main hall. There I saw my love in her white silk nightgown, wearing her black lace matching bra and panties. Her ample breast and the curves of her body were shown nicely and made very apparent as she had tied it a bit tighter this evening. 

I walked over to her after I had studied her a moment; she had yet to notice me in the room, as she would lose herself in the thoughts of our family to be. We had both been wishing for a child for some time now, yet we were having trouble conceiving and my wife was beginning to think that maybe she couldn't have children. I knew this wasn't entirely true, as she might have been a vampire, she was a sixth generation and had developed the ability to reproduce. I suggested that maybe she had not been feeding enough every evening, which caused her body not to act as efficiently. Oh... I am sorry. I seemed to have skewed from the point. No matter, this evening she seemed to have a bright glow to her than usual. As I approached her, I could see that she had gone out and claimed three rather large men from the village. She had pulled every last drop of blood from their bodies and now simply sat and thought about our future together. As for the lavender, she only wore lavender when she was feeling exceptionally well.  

As I came upon her I slipped my massive arms around her tender body, she trembled slightly at my touch, then soon relaxed as she felt my body press against her own. I saw her eye close and a smile come over her lips and knew that tonight would be the night that she would conceive our child. Her body was so active, so alive, so very warm. I had never felt her like this in the two years I had known her. She finally opened her eyes, her beautiful black eyes and stared up into my own, her soft hand coming up to my cheek. Her gentle touch sent shivers through my body; my wings wrapped around both of us, pulling her closer to me, my soft, white feathers caressed her smooth skin as they moved across it. I felt her body melt into my arms, though her hand remained on my cheek and her eyes had closed again. I still stared down at her, smiling, wanting to make her happy until the end of time and beyond. I wanted to give her everything she ever wanted and more. I wanted to be her husband and everything else she wanted me to be. Suddenly I felt her hand and body slip from me. I hadn't noticed, but my eyes had closed while I was taking in the feeling of our undying love for one another. She had moved away from me, laughing as she slowly picked up speed. She darted into the shadows, though I knew where she was headed I played along with her. 

I watched her silhouette the candles created dance across the castle walls. I followed it carefully; as it was a beautiful dance of shadows between her own and mine. I soon found myself at the balcony she requested I build for her. It was made entirely of glass and reached nearly two hundred feet out over the ocean and was nearly three hundred feet wide. A great Victorian bed was placed in the middle specially constructed to meet my massive height and weight.

She had turned to face me, yet was backing away, her slender body, raven black hair, and deep black eyes were all magnified as the moon light came across her. I stood there for a moment and studied her intensely, the grin on her face told me that she wanted me to join her as she slowly sat down on the bed, black and red satin sheets with red and purple rose petals scattered about and freshly put down each and every evening by the servants.

Every detail was to her liking and loving and was over seen by her, personally. Each night the sheets from the eve before were replaced with new ones that had been prepared throughout the day while my love and I slept. She slowly untied and slipped her nightgown off then tossed it over the edge of the balcony. I watched through the glass as it gently reached the waters below the looked back to her, still in her black stockings, black lace bra and panties, and the choker with the purple emerald incased in silver that I had bought her almost a year ago and not once has she taken it off. I finally stepped out onto the balcony, closing the large, fifty feet double doors behind me. 

I was naked, as I always was, my bloodline rarely found the need to wear clothing, and all though this made Dream uncomfortable that other women could see my manhood, it also excited her in the fact that she knew it is what other women could not and would not have. I made my way over to the bed as she laid back on it, her head turned towards me, a smile on her face as well as mine. She stretched out her arms, over the bed, palms down and her knees up. I could feel myself becoming hard as she lifted her left leg from the bed and pulled off her stocking, then the same with the right leg. She then moved onto her hands and knees, her beautiful ass pointed towards me, slowly rotating in a counter clockwise motion, I could smell her wetness from where I stood and I forced myself to move again. I now stood behind her, looking down at her beautiful body, the goddess that was my love. 

I dropped to my knees by the bed as she rolled onto her back. I could see the wetness between her thighs as I slowly moved my fingertips along her outer thighs, gently caressing her smooth skin as they went along. Finally I hooked her thong in my fingers and slowly worked them down inch by inch; her black curls shaved into a perfectly fashioned triangle pointing to where her wonderful treasure rested. The smell of her warm cunt made my mouth water and my manhood stand erect. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to taste her. I looked up at her with want in my eyes; she grinned wickedly back at me then nodded her head. I returned the grin as I slipped her thong completely from her and placed it on the glass beside me. She spread her legs wide then placed them on my shoulders as she leaned back on her elbows. 

My mouth instinctively found her softness, my tongue slowly slipping from between my lips and gently pressing against her quivering lips. The sensational taste of her juices drove me wild. I gripped her outer thighs, trying to control myself as I slowly ran my tongue up the length of her slit from back to front. I heard a soft moan escape her lips as I watched her grow even wetter with anticipation. I placed my tongue upon her again, slowly moving it along her, taking my time, as I wanted to taste every thing she had to offer. I couldn't help but think of our first night of passionate love together and thinking about how this night would take over that first night as the best we've ever shared and as the most erotic moment of our lives.

I felt her pull me closer to her with her legs and soon my mouth was completely around her treasure, my tongue inside her, working into the sweet tasting walls of her cunt, the smell over taking my senses. She gripped my hair as I begin to lightly suck upon her as well as work my tongue inside her warm body. He could feel her arching her back and hear her moaning louder and louder and gasping, trying to hold back her orgasm, though I did not want her to. I wished to bring her complete pleasure this eve and so I did, finally, her body began to shake and she let out a cry as the wave of her first orgasm came over her. 

I felt the rush of her orgasm as she sent her candy into my mouth. I moaned onto her pussy as I continued sucking on her and working my tongue inside her. She slowly slid back on the bed then moved her finger in that "come hither" motion and I obeyed. I moved onto the bed, sitting on my knees, facing her. He gently placed a hand on my chest and softly kissed my lips, tasting the remnants of her own sweetness on my lips. She pushed me back; forcing me to lie back on the bed then placed soft kisses down my chest, her tongue darting around my nipples. I opened my mouth, a slight gasp escaping. I went to sit up, but she forced me down again. 

She looked up at me, with a grin on her face. She sat up on my belly, grinding herself against me as she reached around and undo the hooks of her bra. She tossed it onto the floor then leaned down, pressing her round, full beast against my chest, she reached back and positioned my swollen cock to her cunt. I felt her slid back on me and I moaned as her walls gripped me instantly. She rolled her hips in a clockwise motion, grinding the head of my cock against her insides. I went to thrust forward, and feeling me do so, she slid my cock out of her then slapped me. I grinned as she did this, knowing that I had lost my chance, for the moment, to be the dominant one. She returned my grin and started to kiss her way down my body again. I felt her tongue deep into my belly button, I was no very excited and felt that the slightest touch of my love's hand, mouth, or cunt would set me off and she realized this as well so she tortured me. She made me spread my legs wide apart. 

I felt her lips press against my inner right thigh. Next, I could feel her tongue moving around the base of my shaven crotch. I gripped the sides of the bed, wanting to grab her and fuck her so badly now. She knew exactly how to get me worked up and she loved to torture me. She licked her way down to my sack then began to suck on it, drawing it slowly into her mouth then sucking on it harshly once there as if she was trying to drain the last drops of blood from one of her victims. I squeezed my eyes closed tightly as I gasped and moaned at her actions. Finally, she took me into her mouth, gently sucking on the head of my cock as she pumped me with one of her hands and fingers herself with the other. I could feel myself reaching orgasm and wanted to explode so badly in her mouth, but I fought it back. I wouldn't let her win so easily this eve. She slowly started to take the length of my shaft into her mouth and I watched as my manhood slowly disappeared. 

I took her hair into my hand and forced her face down onto my cock. She moaned on me, sending chills up my spine. I gripped her hair tighter as I felt her begin to suck even harder on my cock, her tongue darting all around my pole. I was beside myself with the pleasure of it. I felt her lift off of my cock and I opened my eyes, looking down at her I saw and felt her climbing back up my body. She placed a soft kiss on my lips then reached back and slid me into her wetness again. He placed her hands on my chest and moved back, trying to take in all over me. 

I could feel how tight she was and I moaned loudly, as did she as she slowly rode me, first moving back and forth, then up and down as well. I gripped her hips and watched her face as she rode me harder and faster, I could feel the urge to plant my seed deep in her body again, but I fought it. It wasn't long before she was screaming in pure ecstasy as she had another orgasm. She rolled off of me; impressed with the fact that I had yet to have my first orgasm was impressing to her apparently.

She grabbed my hand and gripped it tight then leaned over and softly whispered into my ear. By this point, both our bodies were hot, sweaty, and sticky. After giving her a few moments to calm down I started playing with her pussy, gently rubbing it at first, then when I heard her moans of approval I slipped a finger in and soon felt the wetness return to her inner thighs. I slipped another finger into her and slowly worked them in and out; her soft whimpers told me she wanted the real thing. Perhaps I should torture her the way she tortured me, I thought. 

I kissed her lips softly, then let my tongue slip from between them and into her mouth. I gently massaged her tongue with my own as she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me forward, slightly, pressing the head of my cock to her soft opening. She broke the kiss, but only for a moment, taking in a deep breath then locking our mouths together again. Our tongues danced in, out, and between each other's mouths as I slowly slipped my manhood into her wanting and waiting pussy. I could feel her walls grip me as I entered and her legs pull tighter around me, we both moaned into our passionate kiss, our tongues entwined with one another and our mouths locked. As I moved my cock her, I could feel her buck forward to meet my every thrust with desire. 

We made slow, passionate love for hours and hours and with every thrust my cock would disappear inch by inch into her loving softness. When our kiss was finally broken we could do nothing more than stare each other in the eye as our two bodies became one for a brief moment in time. The sweat built up between our bodies and as the night grew colder we could see our breath and amazingly, her body never lost its warm temperature. This came as a shock to both of us, but we did not let it disturb the task at hand, nor us. My wings folded then burst open as we continued into our journey. 

I was beside myself as was she, our moans and cries echoed out over the ocean, traveling to distant lands, though the true passion never went past the balcony. Soon I felt her body shaking with another orgasm and I watched her face as her soft opening gripped me oh so tightly, setting me off as well. I shot my hot jets of cum deep into her body. This caused her to have yet another orgasm, gripping me once more and holding me there, milking my seed out of me, wanting every last drop in hopes that when we awoke the next eve that they would be on their way to making a baby.

In all the excitement, passion, pleasure, lust, and love we had failed to notice that the sun would be up soon and my love would be forced to retire to the darker areas of our sanctuary. I laid next to her for a moment longer, simply wanting to stare into her eyes, her loving eyes and forget everything except how much I wanted to be with her, though, I knew it was time to move to our chambers. I could smell the brisk morning air, which would soon be followed by the sun's light. 

I arose from the bed, taking her into my arms as she wrapped her own around my neck. I moved over to the doors, opening one of them then walking inside. I slowly closed it behind us then hurried to our chambers. By the time I had reached them, my love was fast asleep. He fragile body looked so peaceful as I placed her upon the bed. I sat down on the edge, admiring her young wisdom, how much she knew for being only a fledgling of her race. I pulled the covers up over our naked bodies, after sliding in next to her. We instinctively found one another, my arms slipping about her as I laid there and thought about the future her and I would create together along with the new life that would hopefully soon be growing inside her. I placed a soft kiss on the back of her neck then slowly drifted off to sleep myself, dreaming about my beautiful Dream. 

Ecstasy, Alcohol, And Exhibitionism



Patrick asked me to be the best man for his wedding. Though we were friends, we were not close friends by any means. He had friends he'd known longer and better, even a brother, and a brother of his fiancée, but he asked me. I really had no close friends. But I knew why he'd asked me. He'd known I'd throw the best bachelor party. Tamara, my girlfriend of two years, was a stripper at the classiest and most exclusive gentlemen's club in the city, one with a reputation for having the most beautiful women that would even do something extra in a back room for a lot of money. Parties there were expensive, only for those with a lot of cash to burn. But he hoped with my girlfriend working there we could have the bachelor party there. He didn't say it, but I knew it. And so I did as he wanted.

I satisfied his desire. I satisfied my own.

I asked Tamara to ask the club manager about it. I told her that we didn't want just a regular bachelor party, but an exclusive after hours party. I knew they did that for the right amount of money. 

She got me a good deal on the party. The manager liked her. Though she wasn't his top dancer, she did bring in a lot of clientele. She had a devoted following that came to watch her, bearing gifts, paying for time in the champagne room and private rooms, time at the table, buying drinks, throwing around money, and she flirted and played them up like they were the most important men in her life and that all other men were frivolous compared to these men who spent money on her. She was a master manipulator of men. 

She had a look that attracted certain men. She was twenty-three but looked eighteen. She had smallish breasts but round and firm. She had considered implants to compete with the other strippers, the ones who got the star dances, but I wouldn't let her. I liked her the way she was. Plus she pulled in a clientele that the other girls couldn't. She had long voluptuous tanned legs that she always showed off with high heels shoes and boots, sometimes with stockings, long socks, bobby socks, garters, offset with short plaid skirts, pink skirts, tight glittery shorts, and button down shirts tied up to expose her flat stomach, tight blouses, loose tank tops, her lush long auburn hair in ponytails or worn down straight with bows, anything to exaggerate her schoolgirl appearance. This drove some men wild. Her regulars were loyal and paid exorbitant amounts of money to have her sit with them, for a lap dance, for a private dance, to drink with her, anything to spend time with her, have her rub against them, and have her rub her ass into their crotch until they came in their pants. 

She was important enough to the club that the owner would allow a private party for her boyfriend and a bachelor party at a good price, with our own party and run of the club once it closed a bit earlier than usual, on a less busy night of course, a Tuesday, when there were no big shows or celebrities planned, but still, the best treatment Patrick could hope for. I'd have to pay the manager and negotiate with any women we wanted to stay after. A bartender and bouncer would stick around.

Other men asked me if I was jealous of her stripping, of other men wanting her, of her grinding on other men for money, and I always answered that I wasn't. I had no reason to be. It's natural for men to lust after women, especially attractive ones that put out all the signals they want to fuck, even if they have no intention of doing so. In fact I was proud to be with a woman who earned her own money, who didn't rely on me for income, who paid her share of the bills once we moved in together. She in turn was thrilled to be with a man who wasn't jealous of her profession at all, who didn't visit the club to watch her suspiciously and get jealous of the customers, and who also didn't have a fetish for it, wanting to watch her to get off. It was just her job. I admit I found it arousing that she did this job, that other men wanted her, but couldn't have her, and I fantasized that if I told her to let those other men have her that she would do it. And I knew the party would be the chance to prove it.

That night I got a limo, which seemed the expected thing to do. We went out for steaks, which also seemed like the expected thing to do. The party consisted of the groom Patrick, of course, then his older brother Richard, an easy-going rugged guy, the black sheep of their family; the bride's brother Stephen, a rather effeminate guy, younger than the rest of us, still in college, and timid; Todd, the best friend of Patrick, who had been in the same fraternity as Patrick and me, though I had never gotten along with him, as he had the affectation of one who comes from a family with money, entitled, boorish, and lazy, but all of it hid his own insecurity and the fact that his family was firmly lower-middle class; and last was Craig, mostly added to the wedding party to even the number of groomsmen and bridesmaids, a friend of Patrick's family more so than of Patrick himself, but someone I liked immediately, confident without being boastful, a large stomach and darting eyes that showed a ravenous appetite. 

That was the group for the bachelor party that night, and the group of guys that walked into the Pink Diamond Gentlemen's Club that night, well fed and geared up for a party.

The bouncer at the door let us through easily, recognizing me, and said something into a small headset. Once inside the doors we were immediately surrounded by loud music, pink lighting, leather chairs and booths, men scattered loosely in small groups, flashing lights illuminating a stage where a black woman with large enhanced breasts wrapped her legs around a pool, gyrating her hips, and rubbing her crotch against the pole. The guys stared at the stage until a woman approached us.

"The bachelor party?" she asked.

"Yeah," I told her. "Tamara made us reservations."

"Yes she did," the girl smiled. She had large full red lips that she accentuated with lipstick and liner, pulling men's eyes to her lips and naturally to what men wanted from those lips.

"Wow," Todd said, staring down at her breasts bare except for pink colored pasties over the nipples.

"Just follow me to the reserved tables near the stage," she said.

She turned and we followed her swaying butt and hips, her high-heeled shoes making the muscles of her legs flex and her hips sway. The guys followed her obediently and I stayed behind, searching for Tamara.

I looked from the neon lit leather padded bar across tables, mostly unoccupied, across the stage where the dancer was now laying on her back, her legs still around the pole and rubbing against it, to leather booths close to the stage where the guys were being led. I saw a couple of doorways, one marked private that I knew led to an office and the dj's booth, and another doorway that led to private rooms. I finally saw Tamara sitting at a table to my right, almost next to me, with two guys who were leaning towards her, as she leaned towards them, wearing her schoolgirl outfit, a button-down white shirt with all but one button undone, her cleavage shining through the opening, her hair in two ponytails across her shoulders, her face with light make-up, fading out her freckles, black eye-liner and light blue-eye shadow bringing out the blue of her eyes, light red lipstick and liner making her lips moist. She didn't notice me as she looked at one of the two guys intently, listening to him talk.

I thought about getting her attention to let her know I was there, but decided against it. I didn't like being bothered at work, and shouldn't bother her at her work. I smiled when she lifted the hand of one guy from under the table and placed it flat on the table, patting it, obviously pulling it from her thigh, giving him a harmless laugh, as if she was appreciative and wanted him to touch her, but it was just against the rules.

I walked away and went to our table, thinking I'd talk to her when she wasn't busy.

The guys were sitting at a table next to the stage, staring at the stage and at the women walking around the club, serving drinks and flirting. I sat down between Craig and Richard, facing the stage and the rest of the club.

"This place is awesome!" Todd yelled. "Congrats on picking a fuckin' great club!"

"No problem," I said.

"His girlfriend works here," Richard yelled at him.

"You told me before," Todd said back. "Which one is she?"

I shrugged, not wanting them to know who she was yet.

"I don't see her right now," I said. "I'm sure she's around somewhere."

"It doesn't bother you that she works here?" Stephen yelled from across the table.

I smiled at hearing that question yet again. "Not at all," I said. "I knew she did this when I met her and it's fine with me."

"How'd you meet her?" Craig asked. "I've always wondered how someone picks up a stripper."

"It's not an interesting story," I replied. "And you can't pick up a stripper. You can however pick up a woman."

I got confused stares from everyone before the announcer asked for applause for the dancer on the stage who had finished her show, and the guys got up to clap and cheer loudly for her.

I sat down remembering how I had met Tamara.

I went to clubs a lot. Strip clubs, dance clubs, whatever. I didn't sleep much; my head wouldn't allow it so I went out searching for something to drain me. I liked the artificiality, the intensity, the overwhelming nature of the loud music, dark corners, bright spotlights, horny guys, sweating women, lust, and drunkenness. It drove all other thoughts out of my head. I'd often take acid or ecstasy to make everything more intense. I tried mixing in speed or amphetamines, but didn't enjoy those as much. I didn't need anything to give me more anxiety, to make my mind race harder, I wanted to distract it; I wanted to be overwhelmed by the world. So, I spent my sleepless nights in loud dance clubs and flashy high end strip clubs, often on whatever drugs I wanted that night, or just drinking if I only wanted to relax, to get my muscles to loosen. 

I had seen Tamara several times at the club and found her schoolgirl look more amusing than sexual, not that she wasn't sexy in her outfits. She was. I just found it amusing at the response it got from the men in the club. She had the best legs of any stripper in any club and I loved to watch her walk. Though she had a small frame she had nice round hips and a firm butt that rolled nicely when she walked in heels. Still, I didn't frequent just her club. I tended to do the rounds, going where I wanted, going to several in a night until I found one that had a feeling that I wanted that night. I had no attachments to places or people.

Then, one early morning at about 5 o'clock I was sitting at one of my favorite all-night diners, eating a piece of apple pie and having coffee, thinking the coffee wouldn't make it any easier to get rest but I wasn't going to sleep anyway since I was still coming down from the acid I had taken that night, when Tamara walked in. I recognized her immediately, or rather with my head down reading a book I recognized her legs as they passed my vision, those long tanned legs, high-heeled black boots up to her knees, firm thighs flexing, a tight denim skirt with frayed edges stretch around those curved hips. Her heels clicked up to the counter where she stood between two stools and motioned to the waitress behind the counter.

"Can I get a coffee to go, please?" she asked. 

Her hair was loose and hanging down her shoulders, and she ran her fingers through it with a tired sigh.

"You should get something to eat," I said to her.

For a couple of seconds she did nothing, and then turned to look at me.

"Were you talking to me?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Yeah, you should get something to eat. Coffee isn't enough," I replied.

She turned her body towards me, leaning against the counter, one foot up on the foot board beneath the counter.

"I don't think it's any of your business," she said, sounding more amused than annoyed.

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't," I said. "But coffee alone is just going to make you jittery. Order some food too and you'll feel better later."

I looked back down at my book, knowing I was trying to look like I didn't care if she listened to me, trying to look cool.

She was silent for a moment. There was a tap and scuffle as she put her foot back on the floor and stood up straight.

"What's good here?" she asked.

I looked up from my book, and then nodded to the half-eaten slice of apple pie in front of me.

"Get a slice of apple pie. Goes good with the coffee," I said.

"Okay," she said.

She turned her head to the waitress, her body still turned to me, a good sign.

"A coffee and slice of apple pie," she said. "To go."

"No," I said.

"What?" she asked quickly.

"No," I repeated. "Not to go. Get it for here. Take a seat. Relax and enjoy it for a moment. At least before you rush off to do what you're trying to get the energy to do."

She stared at me for a moment, tapped her toe. I looked back down at my book. I stretched my leg out under the table and pushed out the chair across from me.

"Have a seat," I said, still looking down at my book. "The world will still be out there when you're done."

She gave a soft laugh, not one like she gave the guys at the club, a real one, one that actually made me smile.

"A coffee and slice of apple pie for here," she said.

She sat down across from me and we started talking, the conversation flowing nicely, not just her asking me questions like with the guys at the club, but actual conversation, back and forth. We ended up eating a full breakfast. Then we ended up back at my apartment, peeling each other's clothes off in the living room and fucking on the floor. I called in to work sick and we spent the day in bed, then out for dinner, then back in bed. 

She said she remembered me from the club but that I had never come on to her, that I had seemed cold and distant there, and that many times she could tell I was on some kind of drugs. I told her what drugs I took and why. She said she enjoyed them too and wanted to go out with me some night. So on some nights I had her with me, going to clubs, grinding on ecstasy, enveloped in the crowds and noise. She turned me onto GHB to take the edge off the speed of acid and ecstasy. It took away the teeth grinding and made it easier to sleep the next morning.

As things got serious she asked me if I'd want her to quit stripping and I told her that I wouldn't want that. She was making money. She was good at it. She kept with it. 

She told me how she had always dated guys she thought were confident and dominant, but were really just controlling assholes, but that I was different. I said I wasn't that much different, maybe I just wasn't an asshole, or at least the same type. But she did want a lot of guidance in her life, coming to me with answers to her questions, following my advice and suggestions. She was naturally submissive. She wanted to be told what to do by someone she trusted.

We opened up our relationship. She was so hot she could bring home women from the parties and clubs we went to. Sometimes I'd just watch the two of them, and sometimes if the other girl was okay with it I'd join in. Tamara was fine with watching me fuck these other women. She was happy when I was happy. I told her how it was to watch her with the other women, to see another woman with a strap-on fucking her, and that it would be hot to see her fucked by another guy, but she showed the first resistance to that, not discounting it, but not embracing it as she had everything else we'd done. 

I was startled from my thoughts by a girl at our table asking for our drink order. Once she'd taken our orders and left, I watched the guys looking around the club, checking out all of the girls.

"The girls in here are incredible," Craig said, his eyes moving around the club, not resting on any one girl.

"I told you," Patrick responded.

"I'll be right back, guys," I said, getting up. "I need to talk to the manager about our plans."

"What plans are those?" Patrick asked suspiciously.

"I'll let you know," I said with a slight grin.

I walked towards the bar, passing Tamara's table, glancing at her and catching her eyes. She smiled at me quickly then turned back to the two guys at the table who had the chairs pulled towards her, practically blocking her in, and hovering over her. She was working them up, getting them to drink more, making them happy.

At the bar I got the bartender's attention.

"Is the manager around?" I asked him.

"What do you need him for?" he asked me.

"We're with the bachelor party and we were going to have a private party after hours tonight. I need to settle up with him," I said.

"He's probably in his office. I'll get him out here," he responded.

He went to a phone, pressed a button, and told the manager I was there at the bar.

I leaned back against the bar and looked around the club as I waited. The club wasn't even half full. There were a couple of guys sitting on a row of seats against the side wall forming a long bench, one of them getting a lap dance from a light-skinned small blonde wearing a red G-string and slight red bra stretched around large enhanced breasts, her hair in long curls whipping softly across his face as she ground against him. Three guys sat at a table across the stage from our table, waiting for the next girl to come on stage. Two guys sat separately at the bar, turned around to look at the club, leaning back in the nice leather bar stools with cushioned back rests. 

I saw the Brazilian stripper, Malena, with her back to me, standing at a booth in a dark corner in the back. Malena was one of the top strippers at the club, if not the top stripper. She had lush thick dark curled hair she always wore down almost to her waist, large natural round breasts which she barely ever covered except for pasties, a round firm butt, and flat stomach. She was wearing a very short red frilled skirt that didn't cover anything to expose her curvaceous butt, red stockings, and black stripper heels. When she shook her hair I didn't see a bra strap so deduced she once again was just wearing the pasties. She was talking up four guys sitting at the booth, their eyes directed at her chest as she leaned toward them.

The lights on the stage flashed and the announcer's voice boomed out the introduction for Tiffany. Guys stood up and clapped as she burst from the curtains and onto the stage, a tall long-legged blonde with tanned skin, large fake breasts wrapped tightly in a leather corset, thigh-high black boots, and a thin black G-string. She struck a pose at center stage, snapped her hips, and smacked her butt hard, getting a whooping call from the guys at my table. Some 80s hair metal music fired up and she started dancing. A couple of guys from tables further back moved up to the stage to watch her, holding crumpled bills in their hands.

The manager came up to me and we shook hands. I already knew the price for the night so handed him the money and he stipulated the deal. We would have the club to ourselves after closing. I asked him how much for him to close a bit earlier and handed him the extra cash. He reiterated that the bartender and bouncer would stay around. He expected us to keep drinking, there was a minimum bar tab for after hours parties. Any girls we'd have to negotiate with separately. I knew all this and nodded my head, letting him know he could leave.

I slid my hand into my pocket and felt the plastic bag I had brought with me that night. Inside the bag was a pill of ecstasy, pink with a star stamped on it and a dropper of liquid ecstasy, the MDMA/GBH combination that Tamara had introduced to me. I'd have to find a chance to give it to her, which shouldn't be too hard in the dark, uncrowded club.




Ecstasy, Alcohol, And Exhibitionism



I looked at Tamara's table. The two guys were ogling her, but neither had apparently asked for a lap dance, and I could see she was getting ready to leave. She stood up, said her goodbyes, and walked away with a girlish high-pitched laugh.

She was wearing a plaid, pleated mini skirt that just barely covered her crotch and butt, a white button-down shirt tied up exposing her firm stomach and dangling belly button ring, white high-heeled shoes, and frilly ankle socks, her legs bare and taut as she walked towards me. I admired her, my eyes moving over her, until she was standing in front of me.

"I was wondering when you'd get here," she said.

"Earlier than I thought we would, but the guys were excited to get here," I said.

She leaned towards me, looked to the sides at the guys sitting at the bar that were now watching her instead of the woman on the stage.

"I'd kiss you but then all the customers would expect it too," she whispered to me.

"It's fine," I said and smiled. "I was just talking to the manager and got everything straightened out. He's closing early for us."

"How much did that cost you?" she asked.

"Enough to be worth it, I hope," I said.

I turned to the bartender and ordered my drink, bourbon on the rocks, then turned back to her.

"He said we'd have to negotiate with any girls to stay," I said. "So how much for you to stick around?"

She grinned at me slyly.

"Are you sure you want me to stay?" she asked, placing her hand on her hip and leaning towards me.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," I answered, leaning back against the bar, taking in the sight of her, smelling her heady perfume.

"For you maybe I'll do it for free," she said quietly, her lips near my ear.

"I'd rather pay," I whispered back.

She leaned back, smiling at me.

"Have it your way," she said.

"I was thinking one other girl too," I said and picked up my new drink from the bar. "For that two girl show you've told me about."

"Who do you want?" she asked, still smiling, still rocking her hips softly to the music.

"Probably Malena," I said.

"She won't stay for cheap," she told me.

"I figured that," I said.

I opened my wallet and passed her some cash.

"Think that'll be enough for the two of you?" I asked.

Tamara looked it over and nodded.

"More than enough," she said. "I'll talk to her when she's free."

"Thanks," I said.

I looked at the two guys sitting at the bar and the bartender almost right behind me. I couldn't give her the drugs right then.

"I'll find you later," I whispered.

I took my drink and leaned away from the bar and towards her. I let my free hand slide across her bare hip and stomach as I walked past her and back to the table.

At our table, the guys were watching the woman on stage, who was now on all her hands and knees, stripped of her corset, so her breasts hung down freely, crawling towards the guys at the front of the stage, waving money at her. She had just left our side of the table, and the guys were sitting back down in their chairs, probably having stuffed plenty of bills into her G-string.

"This place could be really expensive," Todd said breathlessly.

"It definitely is," I said and laughed.

"What did you talk to the manager about?" Patrick asked me.

"Well you'll find out eventually," I said.

I sat down and made a show of stirring the straw in my glass then taking a long drink.

"Come on," Todd pleaded.

"Well," I said. "The manager is going to close a bit early and we're going to have a private party."

They all looked at me astonished, then Craig let out a large bellow, stood up and high-fived everyone around the table.

"That fucking rocks," Craig yelled.

"So all the girls will be here just for us," Stephen said, his eyes darting around, the tip of his tongue pursed between his lips.

"Just two," I said, holding up two fingers. "I already picked them out."

"Which ones?" Richard asked, looking around. "Please tell me you got the brown-skinned goddess over there."

He pointed to Malena who was now grinding her butt into the groin of one of the guys she had been talking to in the back.

"Yes," I said.

"Fucking awesome," Richard said.

"And please tell me you got that one in the plaid skirt," Patrick said, pointing to Tamara.

"And she's the other one," I said. "You guys are two for two."

"She is incredible," Patrick said.

"In fact," I continued. "The two of them are going to do a private show for us. But you'll find out more about that later."

Craig yelled again, then came over and gave me a big bear hug, pinning me in my chair.

"The best bachelor party ever!" he yelled, making me smile as I cringed at his yell in my ear.

He sat back down and picked up his drink.

"A toast to the best man," he yelled.

Everyone lifted their drinks, clinked them together, and drank them down.

The music came to a stop and everyone cheered the dancer as she left the stage, her G-string and boots stuffed with cash.

"Now, how about a lap dance for the soon to be married man," Richard said.

"Fuck yeah," Todd said.

"You like that hot chick in the plaid skirt, right?" Richard asked.

"Oh yeah," Patrick said.

"I'll go talk to her for you," I said.

I stood up and walked over to Tamara who was at the bar talking to some guy, her fingers playing on the sides of a glass of water at the bar. 

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked her.

"Sure, honey," she said.

She picked up her glass of water and followed me over to the empty side of the bar.

"I have a present for you," I said.

I slipped my hand into my pocket, watching for anyone to approach us, opened the baggie inside my pocket, pulled the pill out, and held it out to her.

"Ecstasy?" she asked, taking it from my hand and looking at it.

"Yup," I said. "I thought it'd be fun to take them tonight."

She looked at the pill suspiciously.

"I've never done it at work before," she said.

"I have a dropper of GHB too to help keep it calmer," I said.

I looked around again, saw no one watching, pulled the dropper out of my pocket and quickly squirted it into her water glass.

"You're going to drop with me?" she asked.

"I already have," I lied, almost feeling guilty, but pushing it back down.

"If I take these then you're going to have to fuck me really good later tonight," she said, looking at me slyly.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," I said.

I touched the back of her hand and pushed it up towards her mouth. She dropped the pill into her mouth and drank it down with some of the water. I smiled and reached out to fondle with her dangling belly button ring.

"Be sure to drink all that water," I said.

"I know how to do this," she said lightly.

I smiled at her and nodded.

"Also, the groom would like a lap dance from you," I said. "He thinks you're the hottest woman in here."

"He's right," she said and smiled.

I touched her bare back and led her over to the table, dropping my hand before anyone could see it.

"So there's a special boy here about to get married?" she asked, looking around the table.

"That's him," Richard said, standing up, pointing down at his brother. "That fucker is getting married. And he thinks you're the hottest chick in here."

She walked over to Patrick and leaned over him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Would the special bachelor boy like a special dance?" she asked, talking to him, but looking around the table.

Richard reached into his pocket and handed her some cash.

"Give him the best lap dance you got," he told her.

"Of course, baby," she said, taking the money, pulling the elastic of her skirt waist out, and letting it snap back as she stuffed the bills between her skirt and her waist.

Some bassy dance music started as she pivoted around Patrick, looking down at him. She put her hands on his shoulders, pressed his legs together with her legs and sat on his knees facing him, looking into his eyes. He placed his hands on her thighs and she shook her head as she pushed his hands off of her.

"Don't make me tie your hands behind your back, bad boy," she said. 

"Please do," Patrick said.

"Shhh," she said and placed a finger to his lips. "Just sit here and be still."

She wrapped her fingers around his neck and began rocking her hips back and forth. She arched her back, her eyes locked on his, as she churned her hips.

I had seen her give lap dances at the club before, but never this close, and never to someone I knew. I was getting very aroused just watching her rock her hips on his legs.

The rest of the guys watched in silence, barely noticing as a waitress put more drinks on the table.

Patrick's arms hung at his side, but his muscles were straining as if something was holding his arms back from touching her. She made a soft sigh and bit her lip as she slid her butt forward and up his thighs, closer to his groin. She rocked her hips back and forth with the music and tossed her head back, letting her ponytails twist around her. Then, she suddenly jammed her hips forward all the way against his hips and stomach, pumped her hips a couple of times and cried out in a deep groan.

"Oh god," Patrick whispered, his body rigid, his chest panting.

"Oh baby," she said.

She stood up, her legs spread around him, so her stomach and groin were at his eye level. She put her hands in his hair and began rocking his head back and forth with the rhythm of her hips, bringing his face close to her crotch then rolling it away.

She lifted her right leg and draped it over his left shoulder, rubbing her thigh against the side of his face. She stretched her leg out, her foot pointing behind him, balanced on one leg, still rotating her hips, moaning softly, biting her lower lip, bringing his face close to her crotch.

Then, suddenly, she grabbed his shoulders, threw her other leg over his other shoulder, shoved her butt onto his thighs, pushing his legs apart, dropped her hands to his thighs, and fell back, her lower body extended to the floor. She hooked her feet behind him and threw her arms over head and onto the floor. Her skirt slid down, revealing her thin G-string. He looked down between her legs as she arched her back and rolled her hips, pushing her crotch towards him, offering it to him.

Richard stood up behind his brother to look down at her.

"Goddam," Richard groaned. "Look at that little brother." He grabbed his brother's head and pushed it towards her gyrating groin.

Tamara rose up, grabbing Patrick's shoulders, unwinding her legs, pointing them out straight to the sides in a wide V and looked up at Richard.

"Only one bad boy at a time," she cooed.

Richard laughed, let go of his brother's head and stood back, still looking down at them.

Tamara dropped her feet to the floor and moved in close to Patrick pressing her chest to his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and head, her fingers delving into his hair. She moved her butt back and forth on his hips and pressed his face into her chest. She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and moaned loudly as she rocked her hips faster. 

Patrick began moving his hips back against her, moaning into her chest. 

"Yes, baby," she groaned.

Her skirt was pushed up so I could see her butt flexing as she ground against him, her thighs flexing, her heels scraping against the carpet. I knew he had to be rock hard beneath her and she was rubbing against him frantically.

Then, Patrick grabbed her waist and began pumping his body against her and pulling her against him. She stopped and yanked his head away from her chest.

"What did I say, bad boy?" she said.

She slid her hips back to his knees and pushed his hands off her waist and to his sides.

"Bad boys who can't behave don't get treats," she said.

She stood up and leaned over him, her lips close to his. She slid a hand down his chest and stomach, stopping right before his crotch.

"Have a good night, lover," she whispered to him.

She slid her hand back up his chest and over his cheek as she backed away. With a flourish of her skirt she strut away, the guys all watching her intently.

"Wow," Todd finally said.

"Did you come in your pants, bro?" Richard asked, slapping Patrick on the shoulder.

"Almost," Patrick sighed. "She got up too soon."

"That's what you get," Stephen said. "Should have let her do her thing."

"I'd like to do her thing," Craig said.

Everyone laughed. The mood lightened and everyone noticed their fresh drinks and began drinking again.

The night went quickly after that. Richard had Malena over for a lap dance. Her specialty was rubbing her butt into his crotch, and bouncing it up and down, her back to him. Craig got a lap dance from the blonde with the corset that had been on stage earlier. Her dance wasn't nearly as enthusiastic though Craig seemed to love it.

Eventually people started leaving the club. An announcement was made that they were closing and the last few patrons filed out.

"So you never told us which one is your girlfriend," Todd yelled, though the music had died down by then.

"I know," I said.

"So which one is she?" he asked.

I just shrugged and turned towards Patrick.

"Hey, Patrick," I yelled.

Startled, he turned towards me.

"What's up?" he asked.

"The place is closing so it's just us now," I said.

"Oh yeah, I heard that," he said, his voice slurring some.

"That means it's time for the big show," Richard yelled.

"Fuck yeah," Craig said and stood up. "Another drink to the best man."

Everyone stood up to toast me again.

"Just wait. You can thank me later," I protested.

They toasted and drank anyway.

The manager walked over, a big grin on his face. I stood up to meet him.

"The place is all yours," he said. "We locked the door so you'll have to ask someone to be let out when you're done. No later than 5 a.m. I must insist."

"That's fine," I said.

"The bartender will bring you drinks. The bouncer will be here but you won't see him unless you get out of hand," he said.

"We won't," I said.

"Okay, then," he said. "Malena and Tamara are back stage getting ready. You can sit or stand anywhere you want. And enjoy the show."

He held his hand out and I shook it. He walked away through some door marked "Private" leading to his office.

"Let's go stand over by the front of the stage," Craig said.

We followed Craig to the front of the stage.

The bartender came over, asked us what we wanted, and I told him to just keep bringing us what we had been drinking all night. He nodded and left. We waited by the stage, the club almost quiet with the usual music turned down. I pulled some of the leather chairs from around the tables so we could sit down if we wanted to.

Then, the lights on the stage come on brightly, and then dimmed some. Craig cheered. 

"Here we go," Richard said excited.

The house music stopped and then some softer music started with a strong bass guitar. 

The curtains parted and out stepped Tamara and Malena together, holding hands. Craig cheered again and Richard and Patrick clapped.

The women walked towards us and I looked intently at Tamara as she approached us. I could see her eyes were glassy and darting around her. She had a large grin on her face. Her body moved sinuously. She was enjoying the ecstasy ride.

They were wearing the same outfits they'd worn all night: Tamara in her plaid skirt, white shirt, heels, and bobby socks, and Malena with the heels, stockings, G-string, and pasties. They looked gorgeous together, such different body types, different types of sexuality and femininity. The group of us just watched them slowly prowl towards us.

A few feet from the edge of the stage they stopped, turned towards each other, and held hands. Slowly they leaned in closer and kissed lightly.

Patrick sighed audibly. Craig whistled and leaned forward on the stage.

Their lips slowly parted as they kissed, their mouths opening, their hands still intertwined. I had watched her kiss other women. I had watched her have sex with other women. But this was even more arousing being in a public place with others watching. I felt myself getting dizzy from excitement. I looked back and found a chair to sit in and flopped into it, far enough to the side so that I could see the women on the stage and the guys standing at the front.

They moved closer as they kissed and Malena slid her hands around Tamara's waist and back. Tamara kissed her back, her arms limp at her side. Malena was taller than Tamara and had to bend down slightly to kiss her deeper. She rubbed her large breasts against Tamara's as their kissing became more urgent.

Patrick, Richard, and Craig stood transfixed at the stage, their hands holding onto the brass railing around the edge of the stage. I looked over at Todd who was now standing up further to the side watching them.

Malena slid her hands around Tamara's body and pulled at the knot on the front of her shirt, pulling it free, and pushed the shirt to the side, exposing Tamara's bare breasts. Malena moved away slightly and slid her hands over Tamara's nude breasts and slid her fingers over the bare nipples. Tamara sighed and gripped Malena's hips tightly, her fingers digging into the soft skin.

Malena moved her hands to her own breasts, peeled off her pasties and flung them to the ground. She bent down and pressed their bare breasts together. She wrapped her arms around Tamara, down her back to her butt and pulled her against her tightly, kissing deeply, rubbing their bodies together. She slid the shirt down over Tamara's shoulders and Tamara let go of Malena's hips to lift the shirt slide down her arms and to the floor.

Then, Malena pulled away from Tamara to look at her, gave her another quick kiss, grabbed her hips and led her to the pole at the center of the stage. She backed Tamara up against the pole, grabbed Tamara's wrists, and held them up above her head against the pole, so that Tamara was stretched out with her back to the pole, her nipples hard, her chest rising and falling, her mouth wet. 

Malena held Tamara's hands up while she lowered her head and sucked on Tamara's right breast, kissing the nipple, and then pulling it between her lips. Tamara sighed and cringed against the pole. She pulled at her hands but Malena held them tightly. Malena used her free hand to hold Tamara's breast and feed it into her mouth, sucking on it. Tamara's heels slid on the floor and then she pushed herself up straight with a loud moan.

Malena slurped the breast tightly until it popped from between her lips and then moved to the other one, fondling the wet one, tweaking Tamara's nipple. Tamara's back arched and writhed against the pole and her legs shook. Malena pressed Tamara's hands against the pole and Tamara opened her hands and grabbed the pole, holding her body up.

Malena grabbed a breast in each hand, squeezing and pinching, sucking on the left breast, kissing around the nipple, sucking it between her lips. Tamara's body shook, her head tilted back against the pole, her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, her lips parted with her moans. 

Then, Malena slowly lowered herself to her knees, kissing her way down Tamara's stomach to the waist of her skirt, her hands sliding down Tamara's side and waist, until she was looking up at her. Tamara looked down at her, her eyes wide and glassy, panting.

Malena slid her hands down over Tamara's skirt, down her thighs to her knees, then back up slowly, looking up into Tamara's eyes, her hands going under the skirt and pushing it up revealing Tamara's pussy and neatly trimmed pubic hair.

"Holy shit, she's not wearing the G-string," Patrick muttered.

"What a perfect pussy," Todd said.

The guys were still standing in the same place, having barely moved during the show. 




Ecstasy, Alcohol, And Exhibitionism



"What a fuckin' show," Richard said and grabbed Patrick's shoulder, shaking him.

I looked down at the table beside me and saw a fresh drink. The bartender was still serving us. I took a deep drink, letting the warm bourbon slide down my throat and into my stomach, soothing me, making my muscles relax.

On the stage, Malena held Tamara's skirt up, while Tamara still held onto the pole, her arms stretched above her head. Tamara slid her feet apart, spreading her thighs, as Malena leaned in towards her. She licked her tongue up Tamara's pussy once, making Tamara groan loudly and twist her head to the side. 

With one hand, Malena held up Tamara's skirt, and slid the other up and down Tamara's thighs as she began licking her pussy back and forth, sitting back on her heels and tilting her head. Tamara turned her thighs towards Malena's lapping tongue, bent her knees, making her thighs flex and tremble. 

Malena's hand went behind Tamara to grip her butt, pulling her towards her lapping tongue, as she licked up and down, and began flicking her clit with each stroke, making Tamara shake each time, biting her lower lip, looking down at the woman between her legs, licking her pussy.

I poured more of the bourbon into my body and stood up, feeling more in control. I took the fresh drinks for the guys from the table behind them and set them on the stage in front of them.

"Drink up, guys. I'm paying for them," I said.

Patrick turned to look at me, his eyes wide, and then looked down at drinks. He picked it up and drank. The other two saw him and did the same, looking over their glasses at the women on the stage.

Malena was now licking Tamara's pussy quickly, delving her tongue between the folds of her pussy, licking up and down, her hand gripping Tamara's butt tightly. Tamara's spread thighs shook violently as she groaned, her cries blending into the music. 

Then, Malena sucked Tamara's clit between her lips, flicking it, and Tamara's body shook violently. She flung her head back, her body writhing, her hands slid down the pole, and she went silent and still for a moment, then cried out again as an orgasm shook her. Malena held her clit between her lips, making her ride it out, as Tamara's body alternately tensed and shook, ragged moans coming from her wet parted lips. 

Malena pulled away, ran her fingertips over her lips and sucked on them. Tamara slowly slid down the pole to her knees until the women were facing each other and she moved languidly in towards Malena, straddling one thigh, pushing a knee between Malena's knees, and wrapped her arms around her. They kissed deeply, mouths wide open, tongues dancing.

"Wow," Richard said quietly.

"Fuck yeah," Craig said much more loudly. 

Patrick turned around to find a chair behind him and sat down. The rest of us followed him, pulling chairs from the tables to face the stage. Stephen walked towards us, sliding his hand along the stage, watching the two women. He pulled up a chair next to us and sat down.

"I didn't know they were allowed to do that," Stephen said.

"Who cares?" said Craig. "They can do whatever they want."

We watched them kissing, Tamara sitting on Malena's thigh and grinding against it, her hands moving up and down Malena's sides. Then, she suddenly pulled away, grabbed Malena's arms and urged her down onto the stage. Malena turned so that she laid down towards the back of the stage, and Tamara moved with her, almost turning her back towards us. 

"Oh god, there's more," Patrick moaned.

"Fuck yeah," Craig said again and leaned forward.

Tamara moved down Malena's body, grabbed her G-string, and slid it down her legs, Malena lifting her legs to help her pull them over her heels. Then she planted her heels flat on the stage, her knees pointed up, and thighs spread wide so we could all see the dark bare juicy pussy. 

Tamara lowered her head to that pussy and began licking it, darting her tongue between the lips. Malena grabbed Tamara's ponytails and held her against her. Tamara's hands slid up Malena's body to grab her large breasts. Crouched between Malena's legs, Tamara's knees beneath her, she licked and sucked vigorously, pressing the width of her tongue against Malena's pussy and licking up, flicking her clit. Malena's body rose and fell on the stage, her hips bucking against Tamara's mouth. 

Richard stood up, walked to the stage, and leaned forward, only a few feet from the two women, staring at them. The rest of us joined him, shoulder to shoulder, looking intently. Malena spread her legs further apart to give us a better view and pulled Tamara to the side. We could see Malena's glistening pussy appear and disappear behind Tamara's bobbing head.

Then, Malena pushed one of Tamara's hands down from her breast and to her pussy. Tamara quickly slid two fingers into Malena's wet pussy and Malena groaned, lifting her hips. Tamara began sucking on Malena's clit as she slid the fingers in and out of her. Malena reached down, grabbed Tamara's hand, turned it palm up and held the fingers inside of her. She began bucking her hips erratically, her other hand holding Tamara's ponytail tightly, holding her mouth to her clit. Tamara licked and sucked, jammed the fingers into her, until Malena yelled out and jerked wildly, her legs flexing as her hips bucked, her ass clenching, as an orgasm ran through her.

"She is fucking hot," Richard said, leaning forward intently. "Listen to her."

Malena moaned loudly as she held Tamara in place, her body rigid, letting the pleasure ride her, as Tamara held still, panting, until Malena released her and dropped her hips to the floor. Tamara wiped her hands across her face, looked down at Malena, and then crawled over and lay on top of her. They kissed again, Tamara between Malena's legs, grinding their hips together languidly.

"Really fucking hot," Craig said.

I was so hard I had to sit down just to relieve the pressure. The others joined me, all with noticeable erections in their pants.

"The best fucking best man," Patrick said.

I laughed and then everyone laughed, loud and hard.

We relaxed in the soft leather chairs as the laughter died down, feeling the intensity soften, as the two women kissed and held each other, moving against each other. Tamara spread her thighs, pushing her knees into Malena's thighs and I could see both of their pussies, wet and puffy, and wanted to sink myself into both of them.

"What gorgeous pussies," Todd said.

I took another drink and felt my control slither over me again like a warm blanket. I watched Tamara on top of Malena and knew I had to have her, had to be inside of her, that this would be the time to do it. 

Tamara slowly rolled off of Malena to her knees beside her and sat there looking down at her. She ran her fingers over Malena's stomach and breasts. Malena shivered at her touch and pushed herself to her elbows to look at us, a large grin on her face.

I stood up and walked over to the stage.

"Tamara," I said loudly.

Tamara turned to look at me, her eyes large and glassy like she was seeing something far away, but looking at me.

"Come on over here," I said and held out my hand.

Tamara smiled and slowly crawled over to me. 

"That's your girlfriend?" Patrick asked.

"Yeah," I said without turning around.

Tamara took my hand and let me guide her off of the stage and onto the floor.

"How are you feeling?" I asked her.

She looked me in the eyes then down my body and slid her fingers up and down my chest and stomach.

"Wonderful," she sighed.

"Come get some water," I said.

I took her by the hand to the bar. The bartender put out a glass of water. She drank from it deeply until it was gone, sighing as she put it down.

"Thanks, baby," she said.

She leaned in towards me. Her body was radiating heat and glistened with sweat. She smelled of sex. I held her against me and kissed her, then kissed her deeper as I tasted Malena on her lips and tongue. She kissed me back, her hands grabbing at the front of my shirt. I pulled back and she was panting.

"Want me inside of you?" I asked.

"Uh huh," she said, nodding her head.

"Then ask me," I said.

"Please, baby," she said, pulling my shirt out of my pants. "Please get inside of me."

I pushed her back onto a bar stool. She lay back on the stool, curled against the back rest, her hands grasping at my shirt.

I unzipped my pants, reached in and pulled out my erection, jutting out hard and long.

"Holy shit," Stephen whispered behind me.

I turned back to see the four of them standing in a group behind me. Malena walked up behind them.

"Show's not over," I said to them and smiled.

Richard laughed, pulled a chair forward, and sat down, leaning forward.

I felt fingers on my cock and turned around to Tamara grabbing me, pulling me towards her, her thighs spread, one leg thrown over the side of the bar stool chair, the other foot resting on the bar stool rest, her little skirt bunched up around her waist, her pussy wet and open.

"Please fuck me," she sighed.

I moved forward, lining the head of my cock to her pussy, the perfect height for me with her hips at the edge of the seat. I slid my hands down her inner thighs and she trembled. Her hand moved up and down my cock, stroking it.

"I need you inside of me," she pleaded.

I pushed her other leg up onto the bar stool arm rest, spreading her thighs wide, and moved in closer until the head of my cock was up against her.

"Please," she begged once more.

I parted her lips with two fingers and pushed into her slightly, both of us groaning, as I slid in smoothly and easily, her pussy wrapping around the head. I looked down at the tip of my penis encased inside of her, the rigid shaft lined up with her opening, and held myself still, feeling my cock pulsing. She whined and grabbed my hips, trying to pull me towards her and into her. My fingers held her lips apart, opening her to me, and I pulled back to see the head starting to pull from her, then slid back in a bit deeper, the head disappearing into her.

"Oh god, please, baby," she sighed.

Her body trembled and her thighs shook. I slid a hand up and down her inner thigh, her legs splayed out over the chair arm rests, her plaid skirt crumpled around her waist, her pussy wet and open. I pulled my hand from her pussy letting her lips close around me, grabbed the back of her head, my fingers curling in her hair, and leaned forward to kiss her. She leaned forward to meet me and kissed me back hungrily. I slid my other hand around her thigh, wrapping my fingers around her leg, and started sliding in and out of her, pushing into her deeper, making her break the kiss, as I sunk into her to the hilt in a few slow strokes.

I started thrusting in and out of her in long strokes, pushing my hips against her with each time, and held her head with her face just a few inches from me, looking into each other's eyes, her eyes dreamy and pupils dilated. I thrust into her harder to hear her grunt, her mouth open and panting, gliding in and out of her smoothly, sucking me in and clenching me as I withdrew. Her hands slid up under my shirt, moving up and down my clenching abdominal and chest muscles.

I pushed into her deeply and started twisting my hips, grinding into her, rubbing inside of her, and leaned down to kiss her again, our tongues touching. I pulled her thigh against my chest, her calf onto my shoulder, trying to jam into her deeper, plunge into her, feeling my cock head rubbing against her deep inside. She panted into the kiss and her fingers gripped my sides.

"Can I come?" she whispered into my mouth.

"Yes," I said.

I pulled my head back to look at her face as I pulled her head back and she cried out. Her pussy clenched down on me tightly and I pushed through it in those short jabs, pushing through her orgasm. She stiffened, her back arching, pushing her breasts up and against me. Her leg on my shoulder straightened, her foot pointing to the ceiling. I gritted my teeth, not wanting to cum inside her yet, feeling my cock pulsing, feeing pre-cum dribbling into her, wanting to enjoy this a bit longer. I had to stop and hold still inside of her to stop from cumming, but her pussy shook around me and I trembled, fighting to hold on. She panted and groaned, then her body relaxed back into the chair and she looked up at me, her eyes fluttering, drained but alive.

I straightened up, letting her leg slide back to the arm rest and pulled my hand from her hair, so her head leaned back against the back rest. I laid my hands on her outstretched thighs and looked down at my cock buried inside of her, now soaking wet with white fluid clinging to the skin. I pulled out until only the head was inside of her and ran a finger up and down the top of the shaft, feeling the slick fluid, and then rubbed it over her clit. She cried out and grabbed at my shirt, arching her back. I stopped and she relaxed again, her body trembling.

A small cheer came from behind me and I looked back to see Craig and Richard standing and yelling encouragement at me.

"Way to fuck her," Craig yelled.

Patrick, Stephen, and Todd were sitting in chairs watching us and smiling. Malena was sitting on a table beside Richard, her legs swinging, a perverse grin on her lips.

I pulled out of her and turned the chair slightly so they could see her around me, see her body lounging back, her skirt bunched at her waist, her breasts rising and falling with her breath, her firm thighs spread wide, her legs over the arm rests, her feet with high heels and ankle socks dangling freely, and between her legs at her wet, swollen pussy. 

I put my hands on her knees, resting on the leather padded arm rests, and then slid into her, my cock slipping inside her eager pussy easily, making sure the group behind me could see, not sliding in far enough to block their view. I slid in and out of her at a moderate pace, pulling all the way out, then plunging into her, sliding in about halfway, just enough so they could see the penetration, then pulling back out. She lay almost motionless, just panting, but looking up at me through wide eyes, now recovered from her orgasm, feeling the ecstasy. 

I moved my hands up and down her smooth thighs as I looked down at her, at my cock pulling from her and penetrating her again, the shaft sliding smoothly into her, at her tanned firm spread thighs, at her flat stomach, rising and falling with her quickening breaths. I started pushing into her deeper until my hips pressed against her butt, then pulled all the way back out, then plunged back in, her pussy making a clinging noise of wet flesh moving inside of wet flesh. I felt an orgasm building, turned on by the sight of her laying out on the stool before me and around me and by the group of guys watching behind me. I didn't want to hold out anymore.

I slid my hands down her thighs, grabbed her skirt in my fists, held her against me, and started pounding into her, not pulling out entirely anymore, just running the entire length of the shaft in and out of her. She started groaning loudly, her body shaking and feet swaying with my thrusts. I pulled her further towards me, her butt hanging off the edge of the seat and plunged into her faster and harder, my hips smacking against her butt with an audible slap again and again.

She grabbed onto my shirt and straightened her back, looking up at me, her eyes wide and alive, electric, focused on me, pulling me into her, and I fucked her harder, groaning as I felt it building, felt my body losing its rhythm, felt the urge to push deeper, the thrusts becoming shorter and shorter, until I felt it like a vice opening at the base of my cock, and with a loud groan felt my orgasm light through my chest and head as semen poured through my cock and into her in a giant spurt. I gripped the skirt tighter and jammed into her hard, stabbing again and again, my back arching, her body quaking, as she watched me, urged me on, and rolled her hips.

"Please cum in me, baby, please give me all your cum," she sighed, as I poured it into her.

The orgasm came in surges, moving in waves through my gut and spine and into my head, with each long spurt of semen that slid down the length of my cock and into her. I shoved into her as hard as I could, pressed against her, and dropped my head as the last hard surge poured through me and into her. Then, my body shook as several small waves of pleasure flowed through me, making my cock squirt smaller spurts deep inside of her.

She pulled on my shirt, pulling me towards her, and lifted herself up, until our lips met, and we kissed deeply. She rocked her hips slowly, letting the last of my semen leak into her. We broke the kiss, she brushed her fingers across my lips, looking far into my eyes, and then laid back on the stool.

"Holy shit," Todd said softly behind me.

"What a fuckin' show," Craig yelled.

With a deep sigh I straightened up and looked down at her glistening body spread out on the seat as she looked up at me. I slid my hands up and down her thighs and then stepped back, letting my half-hard cock slip out of her, making her sigh. A thick stream of semen poured from her and fell in a small puddle on the floor.

"You made a fuckin' mess," Patrick said.

"Literally," Malena chimed in.

I put my spent cock back in my pants and zipped up gingerly. I walked towards the group of guys and Craig stood up and slapped me on the back.

"Hell of a show, man," he said

"Thanks, but there was more than I thought there'd be," I said, pretending to be coy about doing what I had been planning to do. "Something just came over me."

"More like you came in her," Todd said.

Everyone laughed, including me.

"How about more drinks," I yelled.

The bartender made our drinks and set them on the bar. Malena brought them over to us, spending time to sway her ass and point it in our direction, obviously wanting some of the attention.

"To a hell of a night," Todd said, holding up his glass.

"And a hell of a bachelor party," Richard added.

We all held up our glasses and drank.

I turned to Tamara, who had slid her legs down from the rests and was slouched in the stool. She was looking around the room, her eyes bright and dreamy.

"Can you get some water for Tamara," I asked the bartender.

He got her the water. Slowly, she swiveled around in the stool and drank the water. I walked over to her, stood beside her, and stroked her hair.

"That was amazing," I said to her.

"More than amazing," she said, her words soft as if coming from far away. "I've never come so hard."

She finished her water and looked up at me. I touched her chin, turning her face up to me, and bent down to kiss her. I pulled back and looked into her eyes.

"You still look horny," I said.

"I feel..." she started, then wrapped her arms around herself, "... insatiable."

"Well," I said, still holding her chin in my hand, "How about you finish that lap dance for the groom?"

She looked at me for a while like she was looking through me, and then focused on me.

"Really?" she said dreamily.

"Sure," I said. "He deserves it and I think you want it. I think you want it really bad."

I saw her body tense as I said that and she sighed with a shiver and nodded.

"You really want it?" I asked.

She looked at me.

"Do you want me to do it?" she asked.

"I want you to ask me. I want you to say you want it," I said.

"I want it," she said.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I want to give him that lap dance," she said, her eyes focusing sharper.

"And what else?" I asked.

"I want to fuck him. Will you let me fuck him?" she asked.

"Of course," I said.

I kissed her again, a soft brush of lips, and then looked into her eyes.

"I'll love this," I said. "It'll make me happy. You make me happy."




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She smiled at me and then looked over her shoulder at Patrick. I took her hand and led her from the bar stool over to Patrick. He sat in the chair, watching her come towards him. He opened his mouth to say something then stopped. He looked to me, then back at Tamara as she stopped in front of him, his eyes moving over her breasts, the skirt barely covering her crotch, her long legs, and heels. He licked his lips and sat up in his chair.

I stepped back away from her, letting her hand fall from mine, and moved to the side. The room was quiet as everyone looked at Tamara standing still in front of Patrick, swaying slightly on her heels, looking down at him. 

She grabbed her breasts lightly pushing them together with a sigh, then slid her hands down her stomach, over her skirt, and under it, pulling it up, and stroked a finger over her pussy.

"Oh wow," Patrick sighed.

"You lucky fucker," Craig said. "I have to get married."

He and Richard laughed, but everyone else was silent as we watched her stroking her pussy softly, pushing her finger between the folds of flesh as she stared directly at Patrick. Her eyes fluttered as she rubbed her finger over her clit.

"Does the bad boy groom deserve to be treated nice," she said to him, her voice dreamy and distant.

"Definitely," Patrick said, nodding his head.

Tamara moaned and bit her lip, tilting her head, letting one ponytail fall across her face.

"He better be good to me if I'm good to him," she said.

"I'll be so good to you," Patrick said.

Craig laughed softly.

Tamara took the last couple of steps towards him and leaned over him, placing her hands on his shoulders, looking into his eyes. His eyes drifted from her face to her breasts. She slid a hand down from his shoulder, over his chest and stomach, and down to his groin. She pressed her hand against his crotch.

"Does the groom's little friend want to come out and play with me?" she asked him.

"Since I first saw you," he said.

She pushed his knees apart, pushing herself between his legs, and lowered to her knees, still looking in his eyes. She rubbed her hand over the outline of his cock in his pants back and forth. He sighed and raised his hips.

"That seems so uncomfortable," she said. "Let me see if I can help."

She opened his zipper slowly and started to push a hand into the opening. 

"Oh god," he groaned.

She used both hands to pull the opening apart and pull his cock out, very thick and only half-erect. 

"So thick," she cooed.

Patrick reached to his belt to open his pants further but Tamara grabbed his hands and pushed them away.

"The boy's being bad," she said.

She pushed his hands to his sides.

"Good boys ask for what they want," she said. "Do you want your pants open more?"

"Yes, please," he said.

"That's a good boy," she purred at him.

She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled the pants opening to the side to see his cock sticking out through the hole in his white briefs.

"Is that better?" she asked him.

He nodded, looking down at her, waiting.

She sat back on her heels and slid one hand up and down his thigh, then encircled his cock with the other making him shutter and sigh. She moved her hand up and down softly a few times, feeling its weight in her hand. Then, holding it in her palm she slid her index finger around the head and beneath it, then traced her finger over the opening and back along the rim of the head. It grew more rigid in her hand and Patrick squirmed in the chair.

She grabbed his waist and pulled him towards her so he slouched in the chair. Then she sat up off her feet so she was over his lap, held the base of his penis with one hand, supported herself on his thigh with the other, lowered her head, and took his cock into her mouth. She lowered her head until her lips met her hand at the base and then closed around him. She sucked up slowly, moaning softly. Patrick groaned and dropped his head back. She held her lips around him lightly and moved her head up until she was sucking on the head. She licked underneath the head, circled it with her tongue, and then closed her lips around it and sucked back down the length of him to her hand.

I pulled my chair over to the side where I could see them better. Richard moved his chair around too, while the others stood around watching them.

She moved her head up and down several times, each time along the full length of him, sucking at the head, and he grew longer and thicker, until she couldn't go down all the way and moved her hand up his shaft some, sliding her lips down to her hand each time, the tip of his cock pushing deep into her mouth. Richard groaned and started moving his hips up and down with her.

He lifted his hips up once hard, pushing his cock into her throat, and she pulled her head up, releasing him for her mouth. She held him firmly in her hand and looked at him. He looked back at her and lowered his hips, knowing he'd pushed it too far into her mouth.

She slid her hand up and down his shaft, spreading her saliva over it, until his erection stood up long and straight, barely curved, the head an angry purple.

"This belongs inside of me," she said.

She stood up, her hand still wrapped around him, pushed his legs closed with her other hand, and then walked forward straddling him until her crotch was over his cock, her breasts in front of his face. He held still and stared at her, looking at her breasts then down to her crotch and her hand grasping him tightly. She pushed her other hand against his shoulder, holding him back, as she lowered her body down.

She rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy, separating the lips, then gripped him and pushed down and his head sunk into her. She moaned and holding the base of the shaft slid down until she reached her hand.

"What a thick cock," she groaned, looking up over his head at something far away, at nothing, just feeling.

She started sliding up and down him slowly, her thighs flexing as she pushed her body up then relaxed backed down, only taking him to where her hand still held him. Patrick sat there motionless, his hands at his sides, watching her move, watching him slide in and out of her, watching her body move up and down. Then, as she descended once more, she sat down further until she was sitting on her hand, and pushing him inside of her, moved her hand out, and sat down on his lap, his cock buried to the hilt inside of her. She grabbed his shoulders and groaned as she sat there still and whipped her head back, throwing her ponytails over her shoulders.

"Oh yes," she moaned to the ceiling. 

Then she grabbed his shirt in her fists and started moving up and down again, going up most of the shaft, then dropping back down, grunting each time she hit bottom. She dropped her head and looked somewhere over his shoulder and began moving faster. 

I stood up and moved around behind her. I could see her pussy wrapped around his thick cock, stretched by it, as she slid up and down it, her pussy lips gripping him, her hole stretched, white juices from her and me coating his shaft. Her butt flexed as she moved, her thighs trembled.

Then, she sat down hard so that I could barely even see the base of his shaft emerging from her. Still holding his shirt in her hands she leaned back and began jamming her hips back and forth, pounding his cock inside of her. She started grunting softly with each thrust, each time thrusting it into her deeply. She stretched her legs out behind him, her heels pushing back against the floor as she rolled her butt back, then digging in as she jammed back against him.

"Oh yes, harder," she said.

He grunted and arched his back, trying to push into her as deep as he could, to stretch his cock into her. She picked up a frantically fast rhythm, thrusting back and forth, so deep and hard, I could only see the barest base of his shaft moving out of her, the rest of his length buried inside of her, hitting her somewhere deep inside, stretching her, pushing her.

He laid his hands on her hips as he looked down at her thrusting on top of him, at her pelvis joined to his. He was breathing hard, panting, as she drove him into her, and I could tell he wasn't going to hold on much longer.

"Just like that," she said to no one, as if she didn't know anyone else existed, just the cock buried inside of her. 

Then, she straightened her back and began moving up and down just a bit with the rocking motion.

"Right there," she sighed. "Yes..."

Then she began moving even faster, hectically, both of them grunting, and she slammed herself down on him and cried out, holding still for a second, then moving at that pace again. He grabbed hold of her waist and his back arched. As she rose up a bit I could see the base of his cock, see it thicken as a surge of semen coursed through it. She jammed herself down on him again and again, pulling on his shirt, her thighs straining, and rolled her hips shoving him in deep and held him there, her body still for a second, then she shook and fell forward against him. 

Both of their bodies shook as the tremors of their orgasms passed over them, his butt and thighs quivering, her hips and butt rolling back and forth, as their orgasms receded. As she was leaning forward I could see his cock sunk inside of her, see it expand and contract as the last of his cum spurt into her. She sighed deeply like a warm relief had spread over her. 

She pushed herself up and looked at him, sliding her hands over his chest. He slid his hands down from her waist to her thighs and back up. They stared at each other and stroked each other until with a deep sigh she pushed herself up. His slick cock plopped out of her and a large glob of semen fell out behind it. She stood unsteadily on her feet, swooning back and forth.

I went to her side, took her hand, and led her back away from him. She wrapped her arm around me and held to me.

"So intense, almost too much," she sighed.

I took her over to the bar and sat her on the stool we had fucked on earlier. She plopped down, tired, and leaned back, her face red and sweaty.

"You are one lucky fucker," Craig said.

I turned to see Richard, Todd, and Craig standing around Patrick. Patrick raised his hand up and each of them gave him a high-five.

"Fucking sweet and tight," Patrick said.

"I'll bet," Craig said and looked at Tamara.

"This is one bachelor party you can't tell the bride about," Stephen said from behind them.

They all laughed and Stephen smiled back.

"How about you?" Richard asked Malena, who was sitting on a table behind them all, close enough to watch what was going on but staying away from the group.

"What about me?" she asked.

"You ready for a go?" he asked, walking towards her.

"I don't give it away for free," she said. "You want this..." She slid her hands over her large breasts and then down her body. "... then you have to pay for it."

"How much does that cost?" he asked.

"Oh, it costs plenty," she said.

I turned back to Tamara who seemed to be tired and excited at the same time. Her pupils were large, but her eyelids were fluttering closed. I asked the bartender to refill her water and told her to drink some more. She sat up groggily and drank the water a bit at first then turned it up and drank it down.

"There's an ATM machine right there," Richard said. "If I get the money out and give it to you, are you going to fuck me like that?"

Malena walked closer to him and slid a finger down his arm.

"I'll bounce this fine ass off of you until you can't remember your name," she said.

Richard went to the ATM machine immediately, inserted his card, and got out the cash. He took it over to her and she counted each bill, placing each one inside her stockings, one bill beside the other, until the top of her stockings were ringed entirely with twenty dollar bills. She led him over to a chair and sat him down. He fell into the chair and sat back, watching her.

"Open those pants up and let me see what you got," she told him.

He did as she asked and pushed his pants and underwear to his thighs. She knelt down between his knees and looked down at his soft penis, lying against his thigh.

"I'll bet that really grows into something else," she said.

She laid her hands on his thighs and lowered her head down, taking his penis between her lips and began rolling it around in her mouth.

"Oh god," Richard groaned.

I looked at Tamara who was now looking with dreamy interest at Malena and Richard. Her hands slid over her bare thighs as she watched and she groaned. She was getting turned on by watching them, still not satisfied.

Malena moved her lips up and down Richard's penis, pulling it longer. She slid a hand up his thigh and cradled his balls in her hand, and stroked them lightly. Richard laid his hands on her head, pushing the long wavy hair back from her face so he could see her sucking on him.

Stephen, Todd, and Craig both moved closer to Malena and Richard, watching them. Patrick finally pulled his pants closed, but lay still looking over at his brother.

As Richard's prick hardened Malena rose up and began moving her head up and down faster. She gripped the base of his cock and began jerking it as she sucked on the head. Richard groaned and moved his hips with her mouth and hand, holding her hair in his hands, and watching her intently.

Tamara stood up, looking over at Malena, then fell against me softly.

"Water," she said, turning to the bar. "I need more water."

She placed her hands on the bar to hold herself up while the bartender refilled her glass. She drank from it then set it back down. I saw her look up into the mirror behind the bar and saw Malena in the reflection. She stared at them and sighed. She put one foot up on the foot rest below the bar, spread her thighs and slid a hand between her legs.

I stepped back to watch her, to watch her watching Malena and Richard. I moved across the floor where I could watch them both.

Malena had Richard hard, his cock curved and long. She dropped her head and swallowed him entirely, engulfing him, his cock having to penetrate her throat. She held him there, then pulled back, took a breath of air and dropped her head again, pushing her nose into his pubic hair. Richard held her head and rolled his hips, groaning.

Todd opened his pants and let his own erection out, thin and hard, and began stroking it.

"I just can't take any more of this," he said.

He looked at Malena as she swallowed Richard's prick, working his fingers under his own erection, then he looked over at Tamara standing at the bar, rubbing her pussy, her thighs spread with one leg straight, the other propped on the foot rest, as she stared into the mirror.

"I just can't," he said again.

He walked over to Tamara, glancing at me as he went past, then back at her. He stopped behind her and lifted her skirt, exposing her bare ass. He slid his hand down her butt and probed her pussy from behind. Without saying anything, he pushed forward into her, making her grunt, sinking into her to his length.

For a moment, I wondered if I should stop him, until she bent forward over the bar and pushed her ass back against him, urging him to fuck her.

"Yes," she sighed.

The party had basically turned into a free-for-all orgy and I couldn't have been happier.

"Go for it, Todd," Craig yelled.

Todd didn't need the urging. He was already pumping in and out of her furiously. He held her skirt up to her hips and looked down at her wet pussy taking him inside. I could hear the sloppy wet sounds of their joining from where I was standing. 

I looked at Tamara in the mirror and her face was flushed as she looked from Todd behind her to Malena still bent over Richard. She bent over further, offering her pussy to him, pushing back against him, and laid her forearms on the bar, grunting as he thrust into her.

In the mirror I saw Malena stand up and turned to watch her. Richard's erection was hard and curved, slick with her saliva. She grabbed it and slid her hand up and down it.

"I want you to ride me backwards," Richard said.

"I already knew that," she said.

She stood up, turned around, and bent over, showing her bare ass to him. He slid down in the chair and stared at her butt shaking in front of him, as he stroked his cock. She moved backwards, straddling his legs, placing her hands on his knees, until her butt and pussy were inches from his face. She swayed her hips back and forth and he watched her intently, his head and eyes moving with her. I could see her pussy was moist and swollen. She had been as aroused by the party as the guys.

Stroking his cock with one hand, Richard laid his other hand on her butt and slid it back and forth over cheeks, then grabbed one cheek, squeezing the firm flesh.

"You like that, honey?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," he panted. 

He slid his hand down her butt and between her legs over her pussy.

"Mmmmm hmmm," she moaned, churning her hips.

She raised and lowered her hips as he rubbed her pussy and slid a finger inside of her. She tossed her head back, throwing her hair over her back, and looked back at him.

"Oh yeah, baby," she said. "I want you inside of me now."

He pulled his finger out of her and held her pussy open as she lowered down on him. She bent over further, dropping her head down to look underneath her body, her hair falling in long curly waves over his knees. He pointed his cock into her, holding her open, and she lowered her hips until his head slid into her. He groaned, watching his cock enter her, watching it slide in deeper as she moved down further, her head down, watching her pussy engulf him. 

She slid down the full length of him and began pumping up and down in slow long strokes, making them both moan. Richard leaned back further and laid his hands on her round butt, pulling the cheeks apart to see him sliding in and out of her as she raised and lowered her hips, her hands grasping his knees, her head down, and her hair swaying.

The steady slapping of Todd's body against Tamara's bare ass turned my attention back to them again. Todd was leaning back, his hands gripping her waist, pulling and pushing her back and forth, looking down at his cock thrusting in and out of her. Tamara was holding herself up on wobbly arms, both hands planted on the bar, panting, staring directly into the mirror at Malena riding Richard. Her body rocked and breasts shook as Todd plunged into her, his cock slipping in and out of her wet used pussy smoothly in long pounding strokes.

He slid his hands down from her waist over her butt and down her thighs, up and down, wrapping around her thighs then back, feeling her smooth warm skin. She pushed back against him, taking up his rhythm. 

"Yes, yes," he groaned.

He started thrusting faster, his hands moving around the curves of her hips and thighs faster, jamming into her harder, and she pushed back harder against him, high grunts coming from her throat, her mouth open wide. Then, he leaned forward and wrapped his hands around her, grabbing her breasts, and pulled her back against him, almost laying on top of her, and jabbed into her rapidly. Her arms bent down from his weight and she pushed at the bar, pushing back against him, her head up, her ponytails swaying. 

Then, he shoved in hard and began groaning, punctuating each thrust with a grunt, as he came inside of her.

"Oh yes," she sighed, and wrapped an arm around his hands grasping her breasts.

He grunted and thrust again and again and then just stopped, still clinging to her, his face pressed to her back. She moved sinuously beneath him, still wanting that pounding inside of her, still watching Malena and Richard in the mirror. He stood up, sliding his hands from her breasts, grabbed his penis and slid it out halfway. He grabbed the base of his cock his thumb on top and two fingers underneath and slid them up along the shaft, pushing more semen out of his cock and into her. He slid out further, her wet pussy clinging to the head and slid his hand up his cock once more and shook it slightly, then pulled out, making her sigh. 




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Her pussy was coated with white semen, her opening filled by it and a small stream dripped out. He slid one hand up her waist and down to her thigh as he rubbed his wet cock on her bare ass, back and forth, leaving small trails of glistening semen. He moved the head of his cock back and forth across her butt then down to her pussy and moved it back and forth over her pussy opening, spreading the semen around. Then, with a groan from both of them he slid back into her. He leaned back, holding the base of his cock in one hand, the other on the front of her hip, and watched as he slid it in and out of her, the shaft covered in semen, pulling it from her and spreading it on her wet pussy. He pulled out of her entirely, leaving her pussy wet and open and slid back into her several times, just playing with her cum covered pussy, making her sigh longingly. Then, he slid into her once more and stroked the base of his cock, pushing the last of his cum into her and then pulled out of her and stepped back.

He sighed heavily and wiped a hand across his face with relief.

"I needed that," he groaned.

Tamara stood up straight and put her hands on her butt, feeling the stickiness. I started to walk towards her to get her to sit down and rest, but she turned around, swaying just a bit on her heels and walked directly towards Malena and Richard.

Malena was sitting up with her hands on Richard's knees, her head back, bouncing up and down on him, her butt shaking with the motion. She watched Tamara walking towards her and grinned. Tamara stopped in front of them and looked down at Malena who looked up at her as she continued lifting her hips up and down, impaling herself on Richard. 

Tamara touched Malena's face lightly then bent down and kissed her. Malena kissed her back.

"Oh god," Craig said. "So fuckin' hot!"

Richard craned his neck up, trying to see the two women kissing. Craig pulled a chair right next to them and sat down, staring at them. 

I watched Tamara kissing Malena deeply, pressing her mouth hungrily to Malena's lips, and knew that Tamara was feeling that need to touch and kiss, to absorb herself in someone else, anyone else.

Malena stopped moving and sat still on Richard's lap. She sat up more, lifting her hands from Richard's knees and touching Tamara's breasts. Tamara moaned, breaking the kiss, her hands on both sides of Malena's face. Malena rubbed Tamara's breasts lightly, holding them firmly in her hands, sitting up more as she pulled Tamara closer to her. Richard sat still beneath Malena, watching them kiss, rubbing his hands up and down her back and butt.

Richard spread his legs as Tamara walked between them, pushing Malena's legs wider. Malena pinched Tamara's nipples, making Tamara break the kiss with a loud groan. Malena sat back against Richard, letting go of Tamara's breasts, and sat watching her. Richard wrapped his arms around Malena and grabbed her large breasts.

Malena started rocking her hips, still watching Tamara, as Tamara stood in front of her, looking at her, her lips wet. Malena moaned as Richard fondled her breasts and started grinding his hips, pushing up into her. Tamara looked down Malena's body to her pussy wrapped around the base of Richard's squirming cock, buried inside of her.

Tamara slowly sank down to her knees between Richard's thighs and leaned forward, sliding her arms under Malena's thighs to grab her flexing butt. Malena leaned back further, digging her tall heels into the floor as she pushed back, rocking her butt. Richard held her against him, his hands grasping her breasts. 

Tamara lowered her head down to Malena's pussy and began licking her clit. Malena moaned and grabbed Tamara's head, pulling her towards her. Tamara inched closer, wrapping her arms around Malena's churning butt, rising up on her knees, putting her ass in the air.. Richard slouched in the chair and pulled Malena to the side to look under her arm to see Tamara between their legs. Malena pulled a hand from Tamara's hair and wrapped her arm around Richard's head, holding onto him as Tamara sucked her clit between her lips and flicked it with her tongue. Malena's body jerked and heaved, her butt shook, making Richard groan hard.

During the threesome Patrick had finally moved from his chair where Tamara had ridden him. Todd was sitting at a stool at the bar and Stephen hovered at the edges moving around. Craig was sitting in the chair next to them, practically hovering over them as he leaned forward in the chair. 

Tamara pulled a hand from behind Malena and reached between Richard's thighs and cradled his balls. She licked up the couple of inches of his shaft emerging from Malena's pussy and up between Malena's labia to her clit, then licked back down. Richard started pulling out of Malena a bit more, giving Tamara more to lick, and Malena rocked further back and forth, sliding him in and out of her. 

They found a fast rhythm together, Malena's hips churning on top of Richard, Richard pushing up against her, and Tamara licking up and down, licking them both as his penis moved in and out of Malena's wet pussy. Tamara held Richard's testicles in her hand, massaging them gently, her other hand gripped Malena's butt tightly. Richard was holding onto one of Malena's breasts with one hand and gripping one of her straining thighs with the other.

Malena's cries became louder as she rolled her hips faster, pushing down harder, and Richard met her, pushing harder into her, and Tamara turned her head to the side and opened her mouth around the base of his writhing penis and Malena's clutching pussy, sucking on them both, licking them both. Malena pulled Tamara's head a bit, pressing her mouth to her clit, and held her there where Tamara sucked on her clit eagerly.

Craig sat back in his chair, unzipped his pants, and pulled his cock out, letting it flop out, thick, heavy, and half-hard and began stroking it as he watched them.

Malena shoved her body down onto Richard's pulsing cock and stiffened as an orgasm filled her. She held Tamara's head tightly and Tamara licked and sucked. Richard kept churning beneath her as her pussy clenched him, held him, and he pushed hard into her and grunted as he came inside of her. Malena shivered as his cock pulsed and surged inside of her, as Tamara licked her clit, holding Richard's head tightly against the side of her breast, as Richard looked down at Tamara. 

With a shivering deep groan Malena began rocking her hips slowly as Richard spurt inside of her. Tamara released her clit and licked down her pussy and over Richard's pulsing shaft. Tamara moaned as she licked feeling his cock pour his semen inside of Malena's pussy, shaking her ass in the air rhythmically, her skirt brushing back and forth against her butt. Richard stiffened once more, then settled back into the chair. Malena kept moving slowly on top of him, her head back, her hair falling around him, as he massaged her breast lightly and gripped her thigh, holding her against him.

Tamara licked up and down his shaft and Malena's pussy as some semen trickled out of her, lapping it up. She pulled her hand from Malena's butt around to her inner thigh and pushed Malena back as she let go of Richard's balls to grab the base of his cock. She pulled his cock from Malena's soaking pussy and put it in her mouth. She sucked on it deeply, moving her head up and down, her hand massaging the base, pulling the last shaking spurts of come from him.

"Oh god," Richard groaned

Tamara pulled her mouth from his cock and licked the shaft, then licked over the head, the tip of her tongue slipping across the hole, cleaning him off, then plunged her mouth down over him again, wrapped her lips around his shaft tightly, and slid her mouth up once more with a deep satisfied moan, his cock head emerging from her mouth slick and shiny.

She then grabbed Malena's butt with both hands and pulled her hips towards her as she sat up and started licking up and down Malena's pussy. She pushed her tongue inside her, lapping up the semen that was drooling out, and licked up between the folds of her pussy.

"Goddam, girl," Craig said. "You are really fucking hot."

Malena lifted and tilted her hips towards Tamara, offering her pussy to her, Tamara's tongue pushing inside of her. Malena dropped her head back, her long dark hair falling over Richard's shoulder and head as he looked around her body, his arms holding her around her stomach as her arm wrapped around his neck. 

Tamara tilted her head to plunge her tongue deeper into Malena's pussy, lapping inside of her, making Malena shiver and groan. Then, she kissed Malena's pussy softly and sat back on her heels, looking at them, her mouth wet as she licked her lips. Malena lowered herself down onto Richard's lap and lay back against him, her head back, as their breathing became deeper and relaxed against each other.

Craig had stroked his cock hard and it was the biggest of the group. Mine and Richard's were about average in all ways. Patrick's had been pretty thick and Todd's thin. Craig's dick though had grown to a length where he could have wrapped both of his large fists around it and still the head would have stuck out the top. It was thicker than Patrick's, curved up and tilted slightly to one side. 

He stood up, gripping his erection in his fist, stirring Malena from her post-orgasm haze and looked at him.

"Damn, that is a huge cock," she said.

She leaned forward and stared at it. Tamara had been looking at Malena and Richard as she licked her lips, watching them come down, and now looked over at Craig, practically hovering over her. 

She stared at him for a moment, taking it in, then turned, moved towards him, and had her hand around it, grabbing at him like a drowning man grabbing at a life preserver, with a hunger and need and lack of inhibition I'd seen for only moments at a time before, not like this. I grinned and shivered as she stroked him, staring at it. He stood in front of her and groaned, looking down at her as she kneeled in front of him.

She slid her hand up and down slowly, feeling its girth, moving down its length and pushing her hand back against him, letting it stretch out long and hard, her eyes wide and alive. Craig's large round stomach rose and fell with his deep excited breaths.

Then, she suddenly opened her mouth and swallowed it, pushing it as far as she could into her mouth, her hand still gripping the base. She pulled back a bit as it slid into her throat, opening her lips around his shaft to breathe in, then closed her mouth around him again and pushed forward until her lips were at her hand, her neck stretched out, his cock having to pushing deep into her throat, and her mouth and neck pulsed as she began sucking on him like that, not moving, just undulating around him. He laid his hands on her head as he watched her.

"Oh yes, baby," he groaned.

With a gasp she pulled back quickly, a long line of saliva stretching between her lips and his shaft and breaking, as she took a deep breath. Then, she was at it again, just licking it, up and down, underneath, the sides, wrapping her tongue and lips around it, rubbing it with her hand, exploring it. Craig rubbed his hands in her hair and watched her, encouraging her, shivering when she sucked on the head, licked it, and pulled back.

Then, she plunged it down her throat again, no hesitation, just down, even further, her throat straining, her lips meeting her hands at the base of his shaft, then going further, her hand flattening out against him.

"Oh god," he said. "How do you take it that deep?"

I had seen her swallow dildoes and strap-ons that were almost as big but was still surprised. She swallowed it like she needed it to be inside of her, no matter her own limitations, if she had any left. 

She pulled back slowly, her lips opening to let her breathe as she slid back, her hand moving up his shaft behind her mouth, until it emerged from between her lips, and she sat back, looking at it, rubbing her saliva up and down it.

"I need it inside me," she groaned and her body seemed to shiver.

"Yes," was all Craig could say.

She stood up and he grabbed her shoulders, helping her up. He looked around then took her over to a table in front of a booth. He pulled it away from the booth then maneuvered her back against it. Looking at him hungrily, she sat up on the table, spreading her thighs for him. 

I walked around Malena and Richard as they began separating themselves, and moved close to the table where Tamara sat.

He laid his hands on her thighs and slid them up to her waist, pushing her skirt up, as he stepped between her legs, his cock pointing out long and hard towards her. She leaned back some, putting a hand behind her, and held her skirt up with the other hand, spreading her thighs further, looking down as he approached her, holding his cock in his hand. He slid a finger up her pussy, parting her lips, then slid it inside of her. He leaned back, tilting his hips forward, as he used his fingers to open her up.

She panted as she looked down, watching him part her, watching his cock head move closer, then touching her. He rubbed the head over her soaking wet pussy and then slid his hand from the head back along the shaft, coating it in her juices, in all the juices that had been shot inside of her and oozed back out. He rubbed the head up and down her slit, holding her lips apart, opening her up to him.

She became still when he stopped and aimed the head into her. He held the tip, his fingers moving back as he pushed, and the head slipped into her tightly. She groaned and her thighs shook as he parted her. She bit her lower lip as she watched the head slide into her. He peeled her lips from his cock, keeping her pussy open to him, and pushed his fingers down on his cock as he pulled out a bit and then pushed into her, harder this time, the head shoving into her, disappearing inside of her completely.

Her body was stiff, her thighs shaking as she spread them wide, her feet dangling to the floor, looking down, entranced by his large cock penetrating her. He gripped the shaft and while spreading her open he began moving in and out of her, sinking deeper each time, pushing into her, spreading her around him. She groaned and sighed, her chest rising and falling with deep, excited breaths. 

He pushed hard once, sinking into her with a couple inches of his shaft still visible from her body when she let go of her skirt and placed her hand on his round stomach, stopping him. He looked up at her and held still. She twisted her hips, shifting towards him on the table, a grimace on her shining face, her eyes large, looking at his giant cock penetrating her, spreading her. She licked her lips and slid her hand down his stomach to his rigid member, holding the remaining inches of his shaft with the tips of her fingers and thumb. She pushed her fingers back and he pulled back, sliding from her, her lips gripping him, then she pulled him towards her and he slid into her, making her groan loudly until just her fingers were between his body and hers. She leaned back further, bending her arm holding her up and looked up at him, panting softly as she took him inside of her.

She led him back out and into her again, deeper, holding the base of his shaft with just two fingers. She lay back further, her arm trembling, and licked her lips. 

"Once more," she sighed.

She pushed him back and as he slid forward she pulled her hand away, placing her palm flat against the front of his hip, resisting him slightly as he slowly pierced her until he was entirely inside of her, making her shutter and cry out softly. Her fingers dug into his skin, holding him still as she adjusted to the size of him inside of her. She panted, her tongue slipping across her lips, and looked down between her thighs at his body joined to hers. He looked back at her expectantly, his body tight and trembling, either holding himself from cumming too soon or resisting the urge to pound into her.

She slid her hand from his hip, along her inner thigh, and between her legs. Her fingers spreading her labia, moving down around his shaft, holding herself open. She began rocking her hips back and forth slowly, moving him inside of her deeply. She moaned as he moved deep inside of her and she spread around him. He held still, his hands on her far spread thighs, holding onto her, watching her, as she moved, the barest inch of the base of his cock emerging from between her labia spread by her fingers and sliding back into her.

Her feet with high heeled shoes and ankle socks swayed with her slow rocking and the table creaked softly. Craig slid his hands up and down her inner thighs, his head down, watching her body move, leaning forward to see around his large stomach at her pussy spread and open around him. She dropped her head back, her ponytails swinging over the table top and groaned deeply as she moved her hips back and forth, her arm trembling to hold her up.

She moved her hand up from her pussy to her clit and began rubbing it in slow circles. She sighed and pushed back against him hard, held still for a moment, rubbing her clit, and then began rocking back and forth faster. Craig looked at her, his hands now gripping her thighs tightly, holding still, letting her move around him in those small motions, deep inside of her, and she looked back at him, biting her lower lip, some agreement passing between them, and he began moving his hips back and forth in slow, small thrusts, matching her, pushing into her deeply, making her gasp then groan loudly.

The table squeaked softly as they ground together, her fingers rubbing her clit faster, their eyes locked, his hips turning up slightly as he pushed into her each time, penetrating her deep, her pussy stretched around him, engulfing him. She started pushing against the table with her supporting arm, her elbow flexing as she pushed her body back and forth, her butt squirming on the edge of the table, and he matched her, pulling from her further, inches of his cock emerging glistening from her wet pussy and sliding back into her.

They set a moderate rhythm, their hips moving in unison, his thick cock shaft emerging from her pussy some then sliding back in to the hilt. Craig's body was stiff as if he still had to control himself, his fingers digging into her flexing thighs. She was rubbing her clit faster in large circles, her fingers flattened against it, over and over. She dropped her head back and closed her eyes, concentrating entirely on that large cock pushing into her. He watched her face intently, looking for signs from her, letting her lead. 

She suddenly cried out and held still. He slid in and out of her once and she sat up, her hand that was supporting her grabbing his hips and pulling him against her. Her back curved and head down, she began rocking her hips wildly in short frantic thrusts, her legs wrapping around his legs, lifting her butt an inch from the table then back down against it as she moved back and forth, her hand rubbing at her clit. Craig held still and leaned forward, his hands moving up to hold onto her hips. She pushed her head against his chest as she jerked faster and harder, crushing his cock inside of her, riding him deep as she could.

Then, she yelled, louder than I'd ever heard her, almost a sound of pain, and her hips began jerking in short hard spasms as she pushed him into her. Her legs wrapped around him strained as she shook and thrust. Her nails dug into his soft waist. Her hand rubbed her clit up and down furiously. She yelled out again and again, short cries punctuating each rapid thrust, dissolving into one long cry as the thrusting stopped and her body shook.

She held still, panting, her head leaning against his chest, her hand pressing her clit but not moving, and her body shook again, making her gasp. 




Ecstasy and the Black Man



Five years ago, long before my wife, Laura, and I married, and when we were both still in college, we were little more than fuck buddies. Sure I would buy her drinks and we would flirt, but there was no way any thoughts of "long term" had crossed either of our minds. The sex from the beginning had been great and a couple weeks later, it had gotten even better. I remember one night we got back to her place, and I don't know who started it, but we both were slapping the shit out of each other. This led into the most rough, animalistic sex I have ever had. That was also the first time I ever fucked her without a condom and the first time I came all over her. 

But, as I said, we had no idea that the relationship would go this far. And, not having any of those ideas, we felt no need to hide anything from one another or to stroke the others ego. Sure we both agreed that we were having the best sex of our lives but other than that it was kinda open: My last girlfriend had bigger breasts; I was not the largest man she had been with (OUCH!); one of my exes had an oral fetish; one her exes would very often cum on her face; and so on. I know what your thinking. We were stupid, but remember, "Hind sight is always 20/20." 

On the other hand, this freedom from hopes of a relationship left me to basically do what I wanted. Not that I made a habit of it, but there was a time early on in our escapades that I had sex, albeit bad sex, with another girl. I could also treat Laura any way I wanted in bed 'cause hey, I didn't give a shit. Not that I'm really degenerate (yeah right) but I would pull her hair and slap her ass excessively hard. Sometimes I would call her a slut or a whore. I came in her mouth once without asking her if it was all right. (OOOOOHHHH really naughty hugh!) Luckily for me though, she liked it. She would even take a really active role and the screaming orgasms kept her roommates awake for much of the first few months we knew each other. 

So enough background knowledge.

There was one bar in particular that Laura and I would meet at. For anonymities sake, we'll call it the 4:20 bar. (Hint: I call it that because there was a traffic light in the bar to let you know if they were serving, and next to the green light was written "4:20") So this was the very bar that we had met at and the bar, along with its owners, hold a very special place in our hearts. It is your typical dive geared towards the college crowd on a budget: Insanely cheap drinks, a great jukebox, a pool table, a foosball table and that's it. In any case, it was the place to hook up with someone from our small private college in the northeast. 

On the Wednesday night before winter break, and a month after we had meet, we were kinda taking a break from each other. We hadn't said we didn't want to see each other, it was just kinda understood that we would take a couple nights off. So I went down to the bar with my suite mate and good friend KC (or that's what we'll call him). When we got there we immediately started shooting screaming Nazis, oh God how I hate that drink. The place was pretty packed for a Wed. and after the third I was ready for something a little softer. I ordered a Bushmill's and sour and made my way over to the jukebox. As I started putting my quarters in I noticed Laura standing at the bar with one of her friends from dance. Kyon was a somewhat preppy, flamboyant black man that was in many of the same dance classes as Laura but he had dated a smokin' hot girl who was also a dancer until she graduated last year, so I guess he was straight, just a dancer. He was in much better shape than I was and he liked to show off by wearing tight t-shirts and such, but I was a hell of a lot bigger than him physically. Laura was dressed like a high-class whore. A short gray skirt revealed a garter holding up some black stockings. The blue Chinese style shirt hugged her 36Cs beautifully and the black silk choker added a nice touch to the outfit. Her blonde hair was up and she was wearing some sexy black 3" heels. 

As they got their drinks I saw Kyon put his hand on Laura's back leading her to an open seat in the back of the room next to the pool table. I went back to sit down with KC and watched as the two of them flirted and giggled. At one point he held one of her hands in both of his and he raised it to his lips and kissed the back of her hand. While I was getting furious, I was really trying to play it cool. I sipped on my drink and watched the basketball game playing on the TV. (I hate basketball!) KC was ruthless with the taunting though. At one point he was trying to give me the play-by-play. And then I looked and saw the two of them leaning across the table to give each other a small kiss. I turned bright red and KC just taunted even more. "Holy shit that girl played you man!"

What a fuckin' asshole! So when Laura got up to go to the bathroom I followed her and stood right outside the door. When she unlocked the door to come out I pushed the door open and locked it behind me. Laura's eyes grew wide and she looked a little startled.

"Jeff...what's up?"

"You know what's up! What the fuck do you think your doing?"

"Whatever do you mean?" she answered in a somewhat fakish southern drawl.

"What are you doing out there with Kyon?"

She looked in the mirror, reached in her purse and pulled out a small comb and some lipstick. "Why Jeff... it sounds as though you're getting jealous. You didn't seem too concerned Monday night when you said you couldn't hang out with me for the next few days because you were too 'busy'." 

"Well I didn't exactly think you would just run off and find another dick so quickly." I was getting more and more angry and more and more sheepish.

"So you think I'm just gonna take Kyon back to my place and screw him silly?" she asked in a mocking tone.

"Well that's what you did with me now isn't it." 

"Touché, young Jeffrey. So what if I do decide to fuck him? You obviously thought that hanging out with KC was a lot more important than being with me...in bed. I've got needs to." 

"Needs?!?! You got screwed two nights ago." I was getting a little loud but more than that, I was looking vulnerable; something I was trying desperately to avoid. 

Laura giggled, "Yeah you did, and it was good. To be honest with you, even though I've kinda had a thing for Kyon since my first year, I hadn't even thought of fucking him, at least not tonight." She continued to fix her hair and makeup and as she did, I was just scoping out her body.

"I guess I just didn't think you would move on before we had a chance to talk." 

"Move on? Jeff I'm not moving on, I'm just checking out my options, and let me tell you, my options look good!" She smiled coyly, looking in the mirror for my reaction.

I just stood there with a cold look on my face. "Your lucky I don't kick his ass."

"Excuse me, I don't see any ring on this finger. You made it very clear that you did not want a relationship."

We stood there in silence for a few moments, just looking at each other, and for the first time I actually thought about the possibility of trying my luck with a relationship... again.

She grew impatient and said, "Fine, I'm leaving."

She tried to walk by me but I held my arm out stopping her. She rolled her eyes and looked at me. I took a deep breath, "Well, maybe I am ready to take things a little further."

She stepped back and looked at me, " So what am I supposed to do with Kyon now? I can't just go out there and tell him that our date is over and that I'm going home with you." She paused for a second. "Who the hell said I want to be that serious with you anyways," and she smiled rather jokingly.

I put my arms around her and we embraced in a deep kiss. After twenty seconds or so she pushed me up against the door and grabbed my growing cock. "Again I ask, what the fuck am I supposed to do with Kyon.

"Well... you could just tell him to fuck off."

She looked at me as though I had just suggested the holocaust hadn't happened. "He's a good friend and I want him to stay that way." She waited for me to respond but I just stood there looking puzzled. "How about this. We'll go out there and play some pool, the four of us. I'll finish the date with Kyon and then I'll go back to your place and, well." She giggled as I leaned in to lick up the side of her neck and ear.

She pushed me away and said "OK let me go out and you come out in a couple minutes." With that she walked out of the dimly lit bar bathroom. When I got out Laura was standing by the pool table chatting with Kyon. I came up and introduced myself. 

"I'll go get KC so we can get a doubles game going." While I did I also got Irish car bombs for the four of us, and a Newcastle for myself. KC and I got back to the table and when we got there Laura was leaning over the pool table as Kyon "taught" her how to shoot. He was very obviously grinding his cock into her ass. She was obviously enjoying the lesson as she pushed back into him and smiled devilishly. I put quarters into the slots, pushed it in and looked at Laura. "Wrack 'em."

We played a few games, KC and I winning all of them. Not that Kyon and Laura cared at all. They were busy flirting it up. At one point Kyon pulled Laura down onto his lap and whispered things in her ear. She listened carefully at first but then began to giggle as he started darting his tongue in and out of her ear. I decided that the best thing would be to just drink. Laura was obviously having second thoughts about this whole ending the date and coming over to my house deal. 

We played one more game before Laura collected her jacket and purse and started to make her way out of the bar with Kyon. I stopped her before she got to the door while Kyon said goodbye to a couple of his friends.

"Are we still on for tonight?' I asked her.

"Oh, shit, um, Kyon said that he had some superman pills (a type of ecstasy) and I was going to go and do some with him." My jaw dropped. "I'm sorry, as soon as he said he had some I completely forgot about our little arrangement. I could ask him if you two could come."

Before I could tell her not to she had asked him He was somewhat put off but said that we could come up to his place. Now I didn't know what to do. Should I tag along and try to foil the plans of this guy trying to lure Laura into sex with drugs, something I'm sure she was fine with, or do I forget about it and just hope that she doesn't sleep with him? I chose to try and foil his plans. I never even asked KC if he wanted to come. 

We walked the five blocks to his apartment and I nonchalantly asked if he had enough pills for me to buy a couple. He said that he did and that it was some pretty powerful shit. When we got there Laura had to pee and so she excused herself. We sat down across from each other in the living room. He looked at me sort of trying to search me out and then just blurted it out. "You've fucked her, hugh?"

I was definitely taken aback by the bluntness of the question but I didn't respond, instead just looking at him somewhat perturbed. "Well I'll tell you what. I think it's pretty obvious the girls all over my shit and if you weren't here I'd be getting' mine. But you are here, so I'll give you an option. You can pay me $40 for those two pills, leave and I'll have a little fun playing with that sweet ass tonight, or you can stick around, take some 'e' for free, and possibly have a little fun yourself." He smiled and looked to the side. "I cannot describe how fucking horny this shit makes the ladies." 

I couldn't believe this. The guy was trying to negotiate a threesome with a girl he had never even slept with...and a girl that I had slept with...repeatedly. But again what were my choices. He was right. Laura was definitely really into him. She had never done 'e' before and desperately wanted to. She had also told me, after a long fuck-fest the week before, that she was turned on by the idea of two guys at once. The question was whether or not I wanted to be a part of that. 

"OK, I'm in." I completely surrendered.

Kyon smiled. "OK but we are in on this together. First things first, we got to get her to put this pill in her ass."

"Oh yeah, I've heard that makes it a lot more intense." I responded.

Kyon smiled, "Yeah and it makes her whole mid section warm and fuzzy, and it numbs, well... let's just say there are many advantages." He started breaking out some weed as Laura came out of the bathroom. As he rolled it up he said "See that pill right on the table there honey, that's for you."

She clapped, "May I have a glass of water?"

"What do you need water for?" I said knowingly.

"To take the pill," she said in a very DUH sort of way.

"Aaaw, shit that's a waste, you can't do that!" Kyon sounded very disappointed with her as we set our plan rolling.

"Well then what should I do with it, crush the pill and snort it?" She said kind of annoyed. 

"Well you could do that," I said.

Kyon quickly added, "Yeah that's a lot better than just swallowing it."

"OK then that's what I'll do." She said satisfied.

"I would try it a different way though if I were you Laura," I said as she sat at the coffee table getting ready to crush the red, blue and yellow pill.

She looked at me inquisitively. "Yeah there's a lot better way to take it." Kyon added. "And what might that be," Laura said.

"Well... you put it up your ass." Her jaw dropped as Kyon suggested the rather uncomfortable option. 

She turned towards me looking astonished. "Is he serious?"

"It's the most efficient way to take it." I replied.

"Look sista, just go back in the bathroom, wash yourself down there real good, put a little of that Probe lubricant that's under the sink on the pill and push it up in there as far as you can get it." It was amazing how nonchalant Kyon was. 

"Your serious?" she asked us and we both nodded yes. 

"I can't believe I'm gonna do this. OK, I'll be back in a bit. Don't start smoking that until I get back." Again we just nodded.

I laughed, "That was just too fuckin' easy." 

"That little slut knows exactly what she's doin' man," Kyon said with a shit-eating grin.

A couple of minutes later Laura reentered the room and she was walking kinda funny. "Everything OK down there?" I asked. She giggled and sat down next to Kyon. He handed her the joint to spark and she took a big drag immediately followed by a coughing fit. 

"We should take those pills now," Kyon said looking at me. 

"Let's do that.' I responded and he handed me one of the red, yellow and blue pills. We both swallowed them down and Laura looked at us with a puzzled look on her face. 

"Why didn't you put them in your ass?" She asked with a sort of 'what the fuck?' kinda way.

"That's just filthy" Kyon said as he let out a huge puff of smoke, laughing his ass off as he did it.

"You assholes!" Laura said in a sort of pissed but not too pissed off way.

Twenty minutes passed as we passed the joint and got lit. Laura stood up and started looking at the CDs on Kyon's bookshelf. He had a large collection of mostly rap, which I hate, but luckily he also had the album The Clones of Dr. Funkenstein, an awesome P-Funk album. She put that in his CD player and turned the volume up loud enough that the bass started to shake some pictures on the shelf next to the speakers. She danced and smiled as she came back to sit down on the couch with Kyon. As she got closer to the couch Kyon shook his head and shouted at her, "Get back up there and dance woman!" 

Her lips pouted out but she humored him and continued to dance. Soon he joined her and they began to move extremely close, interlocking legs and the such. As they danced I closed my eyes and realized the drug was really kicking in and it felt gooooood! When I opened my eyes again Laura had turned to face me and was grinding her ass into Kyon and would bend over as he simulated taking her 'doggy style'. She was obviously enjoying it as she smiled away and then looked up long enough to notice me staring at her. The 'e' had definitely kicked in as her face glistened with sweat and her breathing was deep and ragged. She looked at me again and then pointed at me and drew me in with her finger. I got up and suddenly felt very awake yet extremely relaxed. I approached the two dancers and was immediately brought into the groove set up by the music and the chemistry that was created by the drug. 

We danced for a couple of songs, and while Laura was turned away from me, she started grinding her ass into my cock making it grow painfully large. She reached around Kyon's back and started pulling his tight white shirt off of him. He smiled and lifted his arms. I immediately moved my hands to Laura's lower back where her skirt closed and started lowering her zipper. As soon as Laura realized what I was doing she quick turned around and shook her finger at me. She quickly removed my shirt as well and ran her fingers up and down my chest. While she did that Kyon tried to finish the work that I had started. She pushed both of us away from her and then zipped back up her skirt. She pointed at the couch and the chair and we both sat down. She began to unbutton her shirt. One after another she showed us more and more of her milky, smooth flesh. She then pulled the shirt off exposing her black lacy bra that you could easily see her nipples through. 

As the music continued she walked sexily towards Kyon and straddled his lap. He put his hands on her lower back and began the descent down over her ass. She leaned into him mashing her ample breasts against his face. He kissed and sucked the milky flesh and I just sat there, jealously watching the action. He worked his hands under her skirt and lifted it up showing off her black g-string. Kyon took a second to glance my way and Laura's eyes followed his. Kyon grabbed the back of Laura's neck and brought her ear close to his mouth so she could hear him over the music. After he was done Laura stood up, looking down at him with a questioning face.

She turned to face me and walked over sitting on my lap. "How's it hanging?" she asked as she ground her ass onto my growing cock. 

"I feel great, how about you?" I responded.

"I have never been better. I can't believe how good I feel." She had a million dollar smile as she spoke. "I really can't believe what's happening here, but... what the hell."

With that she slid off of me and knelt between my legs. She began unbuttoning my jeans and then took care of my zipper. She massaged my growing bulge through my boxer briefs and looked into my eyes. She then put her mouth on the outside of my boxers and started kissing and blowing on my now fully erect muscle. She gave me this treatment for a good five minutes. She then pulled my pants down and my boxers followed. She took my cock in her hand and lifted it up. Leaning over she took my balls in her mouth one at a time making them slick. I leaned back and closed my eyes as she worked her way up my rod. She finally put my head in her mouth and began to work her way down. I couldn't believe it but this just might have been the best feeling I had ever had in my life. My whole body was humming and with each stroke of my cock, Laura brought me closer and closer to an orgasm. I must have had my eyes closed for a good ten minutes. When I finally opened them Kyon was standing over Laura. He had removed all of his clothes. His body was toned but not huge. His cock on the other hand was... well large. It wasn't the length per se. It was more the width. I'm a good 8", 8&1/2" on a good day. This guy was no longer but man was he thick. The size of Laura's fore arms and very veiny. He looked at me and smiled. "You feelin' good man?"

"I just smiled all squinty eyed and raised my thumb."

He knelt down behind Laura and ripped off her g-string leaving it attached to one leg. Her efforts on my cock increased as Kyon rubbed his member against her clit. She started to moan as he slowly entered her. That was amazing. The feeling of someone moaning as your cock is deep in their mouth is made so much better by that beautiful little pill. Within a minute or so Kyon had bottomed out in my now wife. She took my cock out of her mouth and moaned loudly looking back at Kyon.




Ecstasy and the Black Man



"Don't you stop sucking that cock," he yelled as he pulled her by the hair and began pounding his cock deep into her. She quickly wrapped her lips around my cock again and Kyon started pushing her head down forcing more of my cock into her throat. While he continued to fuck her and push her head down he reached under the coffee table and brought out a box. He let go of her head for a second and slowed his strokes. He reached in the box and brought out a bottle of Probe. (The best lubricant on the market, by far). First he spread her ass cheeks and then squirted a fair amount of it onto her asshole. She moaned as he started moving his thumb around her rosebud. He then pushed it slowly into her. She responded by sucking my cock as hard as she had all night. He worked her slowly until his whole thumb was deep inside her ass. He then began to fuck with no abandon and as he did he started forcing her head down onto my cock forcing me deep in her throat once again. 

"Do you like having all three of your holes filled?" Kyon whispered into her ear.

She pulled my cock from her throat," Yes, yes I do. Oh God keep fucking me like that."

She wrapped her lips around me once again and began fisting my cock up and down as she slurped on the end of my cock. "Oh God slow, slow, slow," was all I could get out." She started screaming as my cock exploded in her mouth. I felt like a fire hose as thick semen spilt from the sides of her mouth. She simply couldn't keep her lips closed as her first orgasm wracked her body. 

She looked up at me, "Oh God I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Dat's right your sorry slut, now lick that cum up. Clean that cock off." I couldn't believe Laura was putting up with him talking to her like that. But she didn't protest and just started going to town licking the cum up off of my cock, my nuts and my pubic hair. 

When I opened my eyes, Kyon was sitting on the couch, across the room stroking his cock. It was hard, deep brown... glistening with Laura's juices, it almost looked black. It really was abnormally thick considering the length was equal to mine. 

Laura turned her head. "Crawl over here and suck this cock," Kyon said in a relaxed, sedated way. She turned and crawled over to him slowly, moving her hips back and forth. She placed herself between his legs and looked up at him. I walked over and sat down next to him. She started with his balls, sucking each one and then bathing them with her tongue. Kyon put his head back will she licked his sack. 

I was leisurely massaging my flaccid cock when I felt Kyon's hand move over to my leg. Being at his place and rollin' hard, I really didn't know what to do. Then he took a hold of my hand. He brought it next to his cock but didn't actually put it on his cock. I think he was leaving that up to me. I sat there contemplating my options when I felt a hand grab mine again. This time Laura brought my hand onto Kyon's monster and I wrapped my fingers around it. I began moving my fingers up and down slowly until his hip movements let me know that he wanted me to move them faster. I would have but Laura wrapped her lips around the tip and started descending down his manhood. She pushed his cock deep, stretching her jaws to the limit.

I decided that the best thing would be for me to let Laura do her thing and just watch as she sucked the fat black cock. I started stroking my now growing cock and watched as Laura brought Kyon closer and closer to an orgasm. He started to moan with each stroke of Laura's mouth. "Fuck this slut can suck cock," Kyon said looking over at me stroking my cock. He then brought one of his hands to my cock and began stroking it. I stopped and allowed him to take over. 

I began to get really hard quickly as he stroked my cock up and down. He then wrapped his free hand in Laura's hair. At first he just guided her movements but as he got more turned on, he started pushing her head down further and further. I could tell she was struggling taking him all into her and she, more than once, had to push completely off of him. The last time she did this, she caught her breath and stated real plainly, looking directly into his eyes, "I want your fucking cum!"

With that she shoved his cock as deep as she could down her throat and just bobbed her head up and down at a very regular speed but with each stroke his cock would go further and further down her throat. Kyon's stroking of my cock became irregular and finally his grip tightened. His head tilted back and I could tell he was cumming. Laura moaned her approval as her mouth was filled with his cum, this time not letting any escape. She lifted her head, swallowed and smiled at him. She stood up and staggered to the bathroom. She came back a minute later to find Kyon still in some kind of comatose state with his hand still wrapped around the base of my cock. 

"Oh that's not fair to leave you in that state," she exclaimed with a frown. She walked over to me leaning down to kiss me. The taste of Kyon's cum was still very much in her mouth. She knelt down in front of me and again began to lick up and down my cock. As she did Kyon awoke and looked down at her. He stood and went to the bathroom.

When he came back, he was holding a large bottle of lube. He knelt down behind her and ran his semi-limp cock up and down her pussy lips. She moaned into my cock each time he touched her clit. He did this for a minute or two at least until his cock was hard enough to shove back in her pussy. Before he did he covered himself in lube. He then, in one long, slow stroke, pushed his entire length inside of her pussy. She had my cock deep in her mouth as he did this and moaned loudly when he got to the bottom. She worked me up to the point of no return fairly quickly as Kyon slowly fucked in and out of her pussy.

Just before I began to cum Kyon yelled out "STOP! I want you to come and ride me. You gonna ride me like a good slut aren't you." Laura lifted her head and just smiled at him. He sat back down on the couch and she stood in front of him. "Cover my cock with that lube first." Kyon looked at me and smiled mischievously. She covered him with a copious amount of lubricant and then began to straddle him.

"No not that way!" he said frustrated he even had to tell her. So she turned around facing away from him. He grabbed hold of his cock and she lowered herself onto him. As she got down onto him he wrapped his hands in her hair again and placed his cock against her ass. I thought for sure that she would try to jump off of him but she surprised me, and probably Kyon by slowly lowering herself letting Kyon's cock enter her tight asshole. She cooed as it slowly entered her and began to take more of it when she reached a spot that was obviously uncomfortable. I thought that Kyon would push his way past but I was surprised at how gentle he was being. Laura's hand was like a blur over her clit as she tried to take his cock deeper in her. 

She was practically hyper-ventilating when she grabbed my hand and cried, "Oh god, please lick my pussy!" I was excited by her taking control and I got in between their legs. I started licking around her pussy and then I spit on his cock to add a little more lubrication. She stopped breathing so heavy as I sucked her clit and flicked over it with my tongue. She once again began to take his cock deeper into her ass. "OH GOD!... I can't believe how good this feels Kyon. You have such an amazing cock." I just continued to lick away at her pussy until she got to the very base of his cock and she grabbed my hair and pulled my head away, but never letting go of my hair. I looked as they shifted their bodies back and forth, moving the cock forwards and backwards in her tight ass. The contrast of their skin colors was hot to say the least. 

She began rolling her hips slowly letting his cock move in and out slowly. "Put a finger in her cunt man". I did what I was told and she moaned her approval. Then she brought my mouth back to her pussy, silently ordering me to lick her pussy again. She moaned loudly as I licked her clit hard. Her pussy became unbelievably wet with all the stimulation and I added a second and then a third finger making her scream for just a second. 

"Oh God. That feels good, just take it easy." I continued to lick and suck her clit until she started moaning again and started rocking back and forth on Kyon's cock. I began moving my fingers in and out slowly at first, but picking up speed as she did. Before long she was rocking in a steady pace between my fingers and Kyon's cock. She started whining unintelligibly. Her movements sped up and the pressure on the back of my head became more intense. I could feel her starting to shake and her whining became more shriek-like. Then everything else became drowned out by her screams. 

She shook like an epileptic, causing Kyon's rod to be pulled from her now well stretched asshole, hitting my lips and falling beneath my chin. Her screaming continued as I sucked her clit and finger-fucked her pussy. She pushed my head away and fell to the floor. I thought she was out for the night. 

I sat down on the couch. Both Kyon and I were stroking our very hard cocks and looking down at Laura who was still shaking slightly as she came down from her orgasm. Kyon then dropped to his knees and whispered something into Laura's ear. She did not respond except to open her eyes. Kyon then knelt in front of me and took hold of my cock. He lowered his lips sort of reluctantly, as if he hadn't done this before. He licked around the tip and then opened his mouth to take me in. He slowly but continuously descended on my pole. When he got to the base of my cock his tongue started darting out and licking the top of my balls, licking upward as if to lure my balls into his mouth. He stayed down there, licking away for nearly a minute. I just tilted my head back and enjoyed the treatment. 

Before he stopped I felt my balls being cupped and massaged. Kyon pulled my cock from his throat and gasped for air. I looked down to see Laura massaging my dick and Kyon leaning back to catch his breath. Laura stood in front of me and positioned herself on top of me. She licked my neck as she placed my cock at her pussy and then let her weight guide me into her. She didn't move much at first, just slowly grinding herself back and forth. Then Kyon got up in front of her, and pushed his cock against her lips. She opened wide to accept him. Then he turned and pushed his cock against my lips. I opened them and he pushed back against my throat quickly so that I had no chance of pushing him off. He repeatedly pushed his cock deeper and deeper.

Laura began to ride me hard as Kyon moved his cock between our mouths, each one of us servicing him as he fucked our mouths deep with each stroke. Kyon then got off of the couch and moved behind Laura. He brought the lubricant up to her crack and began squirting tons of it onto her ass and then ran his hand up and down her ass and my balls. Laura slowed her movements on me and Kyon leaned down to whisper in her ear. As he did she looked at me and smiled. 

Kyon knelt down behind Laura. She wrapped her arms around me and lowered her head to my shoulder and began to breath heavy with anticipation. Kyon started rubbing his cock up and down her crack and then began to push his head into her tight ass. I started to feel the pressure of his cock filling her hole as it slowly slipped passed her sphincter. Her breathing became more and more heavy until she started whimpering. She started moving herself back and forth, trying to take more of him in her. 

"Oh God oh God, oh God, oh God," she repeated it over and over as Kyon buried himself deeper into her ass. 

She lifted her head up. "OH FUUUUCK!" she yelled out as he pushed the last inch inside her. She moved her hips around adjusting him inside her. The two of us stayed still, allowing Laura to get used to the feeling of being so full.

She again lowered her head and slowly moved herself back and forth. Her breathing slowed and her movements actually started sliding our cocks back and forth, fucking her pussy and ass in rhythm. She started moaning into my ear and then whispering.

"Both your cocks feel so good. Do you feel his cock sliding in and out of my ass Daddy?" I couldn't believe how absolutely degenerate it felt but I couldn't help being turned on.

When Kyon felt sure that her ass was ready he started moving his cock in and out with greater force. She started that wanton whining in my shoulder and stopped moving her pussy around on my cock. All I could feel was Kyon's manhood moving in and out of her ass with more and more strength. He pulled her hair back and began pulling her back onto him as he fucked her slutty ass. 

"Do you like that cock in your ass slut... I'm asking you a question... Do you like that big cock in your ass?" 

She had totally submitted to him, "Yes, yes, yes," she answered whimpering, "I love being ass-fucked by your big black cock!" She gritted her teeth and again started moving back and forth, forcing my cock in and out of her.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum in your tight little ass. Do you want that cum slut?" He yelled at her as his orgasm grew."

"Yes! Cum in me, do it, cum in my ass!" She started screaming as again Kyon increased his speed and he buried himself in her all the way. I could feel his cock spurting cum into her ass. She shook uncontrollably as another orgasm hit her body. They both collapsed on top of me and I laid there, waiting for them to get off of me. 

Kyon got up and went straight to the bathroom. I heard the shower start. Laura rolled over, laying on the couch, legs spread wide open. I realized, I had not yet had the pleasure of fucking her tight ass and I had looked forward to it for far longer than this one night.

I dripped lubricant all over my cock and stroked it back to a full erection. I lifted both her legs and put both of them on my shoulder. I placed my cock at the entrance to her ass. It leaked the remnants of Kyon's load. I easily pushed inside her. She looked up at me and smiled as I entered her ass. The mixture of lubricant and sperm made burying myself much easier than it could have been. I felt her asshole clench down on the base as I explored the depths of her ass She started to breath heavily again but this time in a controlled way. I pulled and pushed slowly, causing my cock to pulse and grow. She moaned as she stared into my eyes. My orgasm grew as my speed grew. 

She started rubbing her breasts. "Oh I want it. Give it to me."

I was too busy to make an intelligible response. 

"OOOOOOOH! Come up here and give it to me," she repeated. "Come here and fuck my titties!"

I pulled my cock from her ass, straddled her chest and placed my cock between her tits. She pushed them together and I began to move my cock up and down her chest. She looked up at me and cooed. 

"I want to taste your sweet cum again. Oh please... please give me your hot juices." That was all I could take. I started moaning. My first shot landed on her chin. She pulled my spurting cock from her tits and jerked it up and down. Sperm shot all over her nose and cheeks. She placed the still spurting cock in her mouth and swallowed the rest. I collapsed on the couch and stared at her sweaty, cum-covered body. She breathed heavily as she pushed the cum into her mouth. 

I have never before or since seen any woman act so wantonly slutty. Some might say that I'm an idiot for putting a ring on her finger. But I know, with my wife, there are no limits. The possibilities are endless. I only hope that we can continue to find new experiences to push our limits.



Ecstasy Found



I truly enjoy writing erotic stories and love that I found a website that posts them.

Many emails come through after one of my stories gets posted and I usually try to reply to each of them in turn. One of the emails really sparked my interest and we started an exciting exchange that I will never regret. This is that story.

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"LadyS, I hope this email finds you well. I just wanted to tell you that I truly enjoyed your extremely well-written stories. You have mad storytelling skills, making me feel as if I was actually there. That is a true talent that you should be very proud of. Thank you so much for sharing. - Xoxo, Branden."

I don't know what grabbed my attention, but I quickly replied to his email. "Branden, I am very well and hope you are also. You're very welcome, sir, and thank you for the compliment. I love to write and it's very humbling to know someone likes what I put out there. I greatly appreciate your kind words. Thank you. *LadyS*"

Over the next weeks, our emails quickly escalated. We truly enjoyed talking to each other and, yes, things did move to a sexual nature. We flirted back and forth as we got to know one another. We expressed our fantasies, things we could never tell anyone else, even our spouses. We described how we wanted to touch each other, the things we wanted to do.

It was a 'safe' relationship. He was a professor at university, both of us were married at the time, and, to top it off, I lived in the US while he lived across the pond in England. We never thought anything would come of it. 

"If you were in the same room right now, I would love to see your long hair falling down to your waist. To touch your face. Kiss your sweet mouth. Nibble on your neck, that spot right under your ear, towards the back. That spot you said drives you crazy. What would you like to do?" He asked in one email.

"I could sit on your lap and talk about whatever pops up. ::grin:: Mmm. I would love to kiss you. That turns me on so much. Your mouth on my neck? That would drive me crazy. I would love to feel you standing behind me, your mouth on the back of my neck, your hands under my shirt, grasping my breasts, lightly twisting my nipples. To feel your erection grinding against my ass. I would reach back and rub my hand up and down your hardness, eventually taking him out to play. Xoxo, Shi"

"You turn me on so much, babe. The thought of doing that with you makes me so hard. I want you so much."

Our emails continued along the same lines, but we also talked about normal everyday things. It was a good long-distance friendship that we were both enjoying.

Two months after we had started conversing, I received an email that changed everything. 

"Good morning, Sexy Shi. Hope you had a good night's sleep. It was great being able to hear your voice on the phone. I have a surprise for you. I know we didn't think we'd ever be able to meet, but I was able to register for the opportunity to be a guest lecturer at a university near you next week. I would really like to see you. If you're game, I'll contact you when I get there, and maybe we can meet. - Xoxo, Branden." 

My jaw dropped. No freaking way. I couldn't believe it. We would be able to meet? Unbelievable. My stomach felt as if butterflies had been let loose inside there. 

Did I really want to meet up with him? Yes. But should I? My heart skipped a beat at the thought of all the things we had disclosed to one another. The pictures we had exchanged. 

The night before, well, night for me since England is six hours later than my time, I was home alone as my husband works nights. Being early morning there in England, Branden was in his office at university and was able to call me. One thing led to another and we actually masturbated together. We heard each other moan as we came. 

I blushed as I remembered. Seriously, it was one of the hottest things ever. 

Could I actually have the nerve to see him face-to-face? How could I not, though? It didn't mean we had to do anything. 

What if there were no sparks when we saw each other? What if there were? Was I ready for that possibility?

Oh, hell yeah.

I clicked 'reply' and wrote him an email.

"Branden, that sounds spectacular. I would love to meet up with you with the stipulation that we do so with no predetermined expectations. We'll just see how we feel when we meet face-to-face. No pressure. All right, babe? Xoxo, Shi"

I quickly clicked 'send' and closed my eyes. Was I sure about this? No. But I wanted to meet him. I wanted to see him in person. Hear his voice and, I'll admit to myself, feel his touch. His kiss. His body against mine. His powerful thrusts inside of me. I shivered. 

We continued to email back and forth and we were able to speak on the phone right before his flight left Heathrow.

"Are you sure you want to meet me, love?" His accent was so sexy. My nipples tingled at the sound of his voice. I couldn't believe how turned on it made me.

"Yes, sir, I am. I know we're keeping it with no pressure, but I am anxiously, excitedly nervous."

He chuckled. "You're so cute. I know what you mean. We won't do anything you don't want to do, but I have to tell you, I would love to kiss you. Touch you. Do other things to you."

"What if you don't feel that way when we see each other in person?" I asked worriedly.

He chuckled again. "Oh, sweetie, no worries. I promise I will. There's so much we've talked about. We've told each other our deepest, darkest desires. How could I not feel that way when I finally see you?"

I shook my head, stopping when I realized he couldn't see me. "I know. But I worry. I'm not as pretty as other women. I don't want you to be disappointed."

"Shianne. Don't talk like that. I've seen your pictures. You are beautiful. Inside and out. You are one of the sweetest girls I know. You are intelligent and yes, a bit nerdy, but that, to me, makes you even more sexy and attractive."

I blushed. "Ok, thank you. Now stop, please." I loved hearing the compliments, but they took some getting used to. He always made me feel beautiful and sexy. I could probably get used to this and the thought made me smile. "Seriously, thank you, sir. You make me feel good. I love that."

"I'm glad. Just stating the truth, though. I better go. They're starting to board the plane. I will talk to you tomorrow after I rest up some."

"All right. Have a safe journey. Talk to you later, sweetie."

"Ok, babe." 

I sighed and shook my head as I hung up. I still couldn't believe I would see him in twenty-four hours or so. Wow. 

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The next day, I received an email from Branden letting me know he had arrived at his hotel. He gave me the information and asked if I would meet him at seven that evening in the hotel's lounge. I agreed. 

After my husband left for work, I quickly changed my clothes. I had bought a new red blouse a few days before. The peek-a-boo cutouts left my shoulders bare. It was see-through, worn over a matching red tank top. I decided to wear it with a black asymmetrical skirt that ended right below my knees and red high heels. 

I brushed my auburn hair, leaving it loose, and put lipstick on. One last look in the mirror...damn I did look good...and I left to meet Branden.

Butterflies fluttered in my belly as I walked in to the hotel bar. Like always, I was early, and after a quick look around, noticed that Branden wasn't down yet. I took a seat at the bar and ordered my usual girly-girl Cosmo and settled in to wait a bit.

The bartender, or mixologist, as some like to be called now, came over with the drink he had made and smiled at me. "Waiting for someone, darlin'?"

I smiled in return. "Yes, sir. A friend." I looked at my cell phone to see what time it was. 6:56. I glanced at the entrance-way to the lounge. "He's staying here."

"Close friend?"

"We've actually never met in person. He lives in England."

"Ah. I see."

I ran my fingers up and down the stem of my glass and licked my lips. Tucked my hair behind my ear and glanced at the doorway again.

"You look beautiful. No need to worry. If he doesn't want to jump your bones he needs his eyes checked." The bartender said with a grin and a wink.

I laughed and blushed. "Thank you." 

"Just stating the truth." He glanced at a point behind me. "Don't look now, but I think your friend has arrived."

I sucked in a breath and slowly turned to look. Branden. He looked so much better in person than in the pictures I had seen. The pictures... I had seen photos of this man's cock. I had heard him while he made himself cum.

I blushed even more and stood up.

Branden's blue-grey eyes met mine across the room and he grinned. He walked towards me, his eyes taking in my body. He reached out and took my hand. "Hey."

I looked up at him. "Hey, yourself. You're a lot taller than you looked in your pictures."

"I'm 6'2". You're a lot shorter than you looked in yours."

I looked down at my heels. "I'm 5'6" right now." 

He laughed. "In three-inch heels, you are."

I placed one hand on the back of his neck and urged him down to my level so I could place a kiss on his cheek.

At the last second, Branden turned towards me, letting his mouth brush mine. Our lips parted, then returned in a slightly deeper kiss. His tongue briefly touched my lower lip before he leaned back. 

Our eyes met again. "Hey." He said again.

I grinned up at him. "Hey."

"You are gorgeous, Shi. Simply gorgeous."

"Thank you. You look pretty gorgeous yourself." I adored his shaved head and his eyes were mesmerizing. 

"Would you like to go sit at a booth?" He asked as he gestured to a table in the dark corner.

I nodded and picked up my Cosmo. Branden ordered a bourbon and I led the way over to the booth after he received his drink.

He waited until I slid in the seat then sat across from me. His long legs pressed against mine under the table. We sipped from our drinks, staring at each other. 

His hand touched my fingers. "I can't believe I'm sitting in front of you. You look so good. I love your hair. I want to touch you so much right now, my knob is throbbing."

I blushed and grinned at him. "Good, I like knowing that your cock is throbbing because my panties are soaked right now."

He groaned and one of his legs worked its way in between mine. "You're amazing, Shi. I want to shag you so badly right now."

"Let's finish our drinks. Heighten our anticipation." I grinned as I lifted my glass to my lips, looking at him over the top of my glasses. "Are you sure you want me?"

Branden laughed out loud. "You've got to be joshing me. Yes.. Yes.. a thousand times, Yes, love."

I squeezed my legs around the one he had between them. "I want you, too, babe."

He quickly downed his drink and watched me as I sipped slowly on mine. His hands found their way under the table and onto my knees. His fingers slid my skirt up, baring my upper thighs. He grasped them, pulling me a little closer to him, slowly spreading my legs, allowing his knee to wedge up against my lace covered puss.

The pressure against my clit felt amazing and I leaned back and rubbed my wet puss harder against his knee.

I continued subtly rubbing myself against him... faster and harder.. Focusing on the pleasure, I arched my head against the high back of my seat and moaned lowly. "Oh, yes, that's it. I'm gonna cum right here." 

Branden pulled my legs even closer to him, pressing his knee more firmly against my throbbing puss. That action pushed me over the edge.

"Oh! There it is." I dug my nails into the leather seat as I felt the orgasm ripple through my body. My eyelids felt heavy as I looked up at him and smiled. I couldn't believe I had just had an orgasm in public. "Sorry."

Branden was looking at me in amazement. "That is the hottest thing I have ever seen. You have me bursting at the seams, babe."

I downed the rest of my Cosmo and slid out of the booth. "Lead the way, then."

He quickly stood, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out of the bar and straight to the elevators. We were the only ones on the elevator and Branden pulled me into his arms as soon as the doors slid closed. His mouth met mine in a deep, ravishing kiss that took my breath away.

He had me against the wall, his leg between mine, my puss riding his thigh. Our tongues dueled as our hands roamed at will. His hard cock dug into my pelvis as he ground into me.

We quickly pulled apart as the elevator dinged and the doors started to open. He grabbed my hand and pulled me after him down the hall to his room. After opening the door, he turned to look down at me. "Are you positive this is what you want to do?" He asked, giving me an out.

I nodded vigorously and pushed him into the room. I locked the door behind us, put my arms around his neck, and pulled him down to kiss me.

His mouth found its way to my neck, to that spot towards the back that drove me absolutely crazy. My hands grasped the front panels of his dress shirt and pulled, buttons flying everywhere, baring his lightly hairy chest to my gaze, my touch.

I pulled away and looked at his bared flesh, my hands gliding across him, following an invisible line down his firm stomach to the tops of his slacks. I unfastened his pants, pushing them down past his hips, his thighs, down to the floor.

Lowering to my knees, I slid his boxer briefs down his legs, baring his hard cock to my gaze. He kept the hair around his manhood well-trimmed. I loved that. My hands ran back up his legs, grabbed his hips, and pulled him towards me, licking his cock head. Slowly, I ran my tongue around his whole cock, finally taking the tip into my mouth.

He groaned and grasped my hair, holding my head steady as I slowly took him fully into my mouth. I let my tongue rub against him as I continued to suck his hardness.

He tasted so good. His cock still in my mouth, I looked up at him over the top of my glasses. His eyes met mine. A shiver ran through him as I took him deeper into my mouth.

Quickly, he pulled me from him. I looked up in disappointment. I really wanted to taste his cum. "I want to be inside you the first time we do this, babe. I need to be inside you. Now."

He helped me to my feet. I helped him pull my blouse over my head, exposing my lacy red bra to his gaze. I slowly pushed my skirt down to the floor, leaving my heels on.

He pulled me to him, my arms going around his neck, his going around my waist and lifting me against him, his mouth on my neck. My legs went around his waist, ankles locking behind him.

I pushed my breasts into his face as he carried me down the hall to the bedroom. He set me on my feet by the bed and turned me so that my back was up against his chest. Again, his mouth found its way to my neck, his hands reached around, grasping my breasts.

I pressed my ass back against him, feeling his hard cock dig into me. I pushed my panties down my legs and unfastened my bra, letting it fall to the floor. His hands grasped my bare breasts, pinching my nipples. 

His mouth found my shoulder as I bent forward slightly. His teeth lightly bit into my flesh. I arched back against him; it felt so good. My hands found their way to my own breasts, squeezing tightly, twisting my nipples, as his hands grasped my hips, my ass.

One of his hands found its way to my soaking wet puss, his fingers gliding through my bare nether lips, flicking at my clit, thrusting into my opening.

I groaned, pressing against his hand. He felt so good. I wanted him inside me so badly. "Please...I want your cock inside me...Please.. I'm begging you."

He chuckled. His fingers continued their ministrations, quickly bringing me to the edge of the precipice. Sensing I was about to cum again, his fingers slowed, then stopped completely.

I groaned in frustration, bending forward and leaning my head against the mattress, my hands grasping the comforter of the bed. I spread my legs farther apart, knowing he could see my wet puss waiting for him. "Please, baby. I want it so bad."

I looked back at him and watched him shrug his ruined shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. My hand started to move to my pussy. "No. Don't touch yourself." He commanded.

My hand pulled away, again gripping the comforter. I rubbed my sensitized breasts against the bed, trying to find some relief. I knew he was watching me but, surprisingly, I felt no embarrassment, only desire. 

Looking back at him, I saw his hand grasping his hard cock, his eyes watching my movements. I pushed my ass back against him, trying to tempt him into giving me what I wanted.

I knew he was trying to draw out the anticipation. I loved it. But if I didn't have it satisfied, I would become extremely frustrated. "Please."

"You beg so prettily. You want my cock inside you?" He rubbed the head of his cock against the dripping entrance to my puss.

"Yes, sir. Please." I pressed back. The head of his cock slipped inside me, stretching me. I couldn't believe the control he wielded.

"I aim to please." He finally tilted his hips and thrust his cock fully inside me as deep as he could go. 

I screamed. "Oh!! Yes!" I pressed my face against the mattress, trying to stifle my sounds.

His hands grasped my hips, pulling me against him as he thrust forward over and over. He swatted my ass as he continued to pound me. "You feel so fucking good, baby girl. Your pussy is so wet. I want you to cum again for me. I want to feel the walls of your puss throbbing around my cock."

"Oh, you feel so good inside me. Oh, yes, I want your hot cum squirting inside me. Oh, baby, fuck me harder. As deep as you can go."

I slammed my ass back against him, causing him to thrust deeper. We moved faster and faster, our bodies grinding against one another as we sought that release.

His hands grabbed my breasts as he pulled me back to him, thrusting into me over and over again. His fingers dug into my soft flesh, the pain causing me to tip over the edge into that abyss of pleasure. "Yes!! I'm coming!"

He pounded into me as the orgasm flowed through me. One last deep thrust and he found his own release, his hot cum pouring into me, causing another orgasm to ripple through my body.

We collapsed onto the bed, our breathing labored and erratic. His hand rested on my bare ass, lightly rubbing my skin. "Wow."

I laughed. "Yeah. Wow."

"You are an amazing, extremely sexy woman. I am so glad you decided to meet up with me."

"Me too. No regrets." I leaned over him and kissed him softly.

His hand made its way into my long hair, grasping the back of my head. "How long can you stay?"

"I should be home before midnight."

Branden glance at the clock by the bed and grinned. "Oh good. We have a few hours together. I have so much I want to do to you."

I quickly straddled his hips and sat up, lifting my hands to my breasts and playing with my nipples. My hair flowed down my back to my waist. "Let's get to it, then."

His hands grasped my hips, slightly lifted me, then lowered me onto his once-again hard cock. I lowered myself down, his cock filling me deeply.

Quickly, I rode him, leaning forward to let him suck on my nipples, my full breasts pressing into his face. I continued to ride his cock faster and harder, slamming down onto him, my breasts bouncing against his face.

I sat up and leaned back on my arms, the angle pressing his cock against my g-spot. Up and down, I slid, until finally, he thrust high up into me one last time. His cock throbbed inside me, his cum flooded my puss, pushing me into another orgasm.

I leaned down to lay against him, my breasts against his chest, mouth to his throat. "Oh, my word. We are spectacular together. I came four times in less than an hour. You are amazing."




Ecstasy Found



I felt his chuckle rumble through his chest. "And we still have so much time left."

"I think we better order some room service. Keep our strength up. Then get back to it."

I laughed when Branden quickly picked up the phone and dialed the front desk.

We were able to get together every night while he was in town, doing things we had only dreamed of doing. It was the best week of my life. 

So far.



Ecstasy in Black Nylon



It was the morning of our arrival at the Empress Hotel in London's West End. I had agreed to accompany my step-daughter Louise on a business trip which was of major importance to her company and so she faced it with some trepidation. As a consequence, she had taken the unusual step for her of asking for my support during her weekend away.

Louise was a mature woman in her early thirties and had carved a successful career for herself in the banking world. As a professional woman she was always smartly dressed and would usually wear a skirt and blouse teamed with glossy panty hose and high heels. She was stunningly beautiful, with soft auburn hair subtly streaked with blond highlights and limpid brown eyes. 

Over the years I had been increasingly attracted to her and had had to suppress my feelings whilst trying to sustain my fatherly role. It was getting very difficult and my desire for her was beginning to dominate my every waking thought. 

One thing in particular had become an obsession; her lingerie. Whilst she was still a schoolgirl I had once ventured in to her bedroom and, driven by a frantic lust, had sifted through her underwear drawer and found a soft, light green nylon half slip which I knew she often wore under her school skirt. 

As I ran my hands over its silky folds I developed a huge erection and decided to risk masturbating then and there in Louise's room. I freed my aching cock and proceeded to gently draw the slip back and forth over the sensitive tip. The sensation was exquisite. Before long the pre-cum was leaking in to the nylon and I knew I had passed the point of no return. 

Wrapping the nylon folds around my hardness I wanked slowly and steadily, picturing Louise in my mind's eye dressed only in bra and slip and pumping me with her slim hand. I erupted in to the nylon and called her name as I came, anxious that she might hear me as she watched television downstairs and yet also perhaps half wishing that she could be there with me. 

When I had finished, I tidied myself up and took the wet slip with me, secreting it for further use. I never did return it and yet Louise never said anything about it. I was to often wonder if she knew my guilty secret.

And now, nearly twenty years later, I was accompanying Louise in a situation I could only have dreamed of before. We had booked in to the London hotel after some difficulty finding rooms elsewhere. However, all they could offer us at the Empress was one twin room. Louise had done the booking and seemed to accept that we would have to share. In fact she joked that we would have to check in as husband and wife to allay any suspicions. 

When we arrived at the check-in desk, I discovered that she had done exactly that. And so, as 'Mr and Mrs Fletcher', we made our way up to our room. It was a spacious, if somewhat soulless room, with two neatly made single beds and the usual ensuite facilities. We dumped our cases on one of the beds, looked at each other and burst out laughing. 

'Well, hello, Mr Fletcher', Louise smiled and then added, with a pretend coyness, 'I wonder if this is the honeymoon suite?'

I grinned back at her and at the same time my heart leapt a little at this tantalising pretence. Did she know deep down how I felt about her?

With this thought on my mind, I watched as she started to unpack her case and put her clothes in the rather meagre drawers and wardrobe provided. Neither of us spoke for a time and Louise smiled at me as she sorted her clothes. 

She had brought what seemed like a large selection of outfits for just one weekend but it was then that I realised with a start that much of what she was putting away was black lingerie. I sat down on the bed next to hers and drank in some of the silken delights that were emerging from the case. She caught my gaze and I reddened with embarrassment.

'Do you like these, Rick?' she enquired with a shy smile, 'I always like to bring my best underwear for posh events like this. And it's important that my slips, bras and panties match. And of course my favourite colour is black; I think it's so sexy, don't you?'

I gulped in acknowledgement and to my acute discomfort realised that I was developing a hard on. 

'Come and have a look,' she added, 'I've brought with me a half slip, a full slip, two bras and two pairs of panties; all in silky black nylon. And, oh yes, this gorgeous black full slip I ordered from America. It's quite special as it is double-skirted and also so very soft and sexy against my skin. And I just love the way the two layers of nylon slither together.'

By now, Louise looked quite flushed and excited as she picked up each item in turn and felt their softness. She urged me again to come and look more closely.

'Come on Rick, don't be shy; surely you've seen lingerie before,' she chided gently.

I felt rooted to the spot. If I stood up she would immediately see my erection and then there would be no going back.

My lust for my own step-daughter would be revealed after all these years of pretence. It helped slightly of course that to Louise I was always 'Rick' rather than 'Dad', but it didn't really ease the sense that somehow this was all wrong and that I was straying in into the forbidden territory of incest.

However, I was becoming so far gone with desire for her that I decided to risk all. I stood up and went towards her, my erection tenting my trousers. Louise's face flushed even more as she watched me in a mixture of fascination and anxiety.

'Oh, God, Rick, I didn't realise you liked my underwear that much,' she said huskily.

'Louise, you have no idea how much I have dreamed of a moment like this.' My voice was barely audible as the truth came spilling out, like a dam bursting.

'I have fancied you for years; yes, I know, so wrong, but it's true. And what's more I have a fetish for your underwear, especially your slips. Years ago, I used to try to look up your school skirt and see your slip and then one day I sneaked into your room and took your sweet light green half slip.'

'So, that's where it went!' Louise interjected, 'I often wondered. I thought maybe Mum had chucked it out as it was getting rather worn. But she never said. Shame on you, Rick! So what did you do with it, as if I didn't know!'

'I masturbated with it,' I mumbled in reply. 'You see, it might have been a bit worn, but that's what made it so soft and silky. I just loved it, because it had your scent on it as well and I tossed myself off with it thinking of you.'

'And have you still got it?' 

'Yes,' I replied, 'I keep it well hidden with my other slips.'

'Wow, Rick', Louise chuckled, 'all these dark secrets coming out now! Are you a transvestite then?'

'Oh God, no,' I replied, 'nothing like that. But I do put on my slips when I have enough private time and then masturbate into them whilst looking at pictures of you and imagining you with me, with both of us wearing slips.'

By now my cock was straining for release and my nearness to Louise and her underwear was becoming intoxicating.

Louise was strangely silent for a while and then looked at me searchingly and whispered, 'Look, Rick, like you I know that this situation is wrong, but we are both mature adults and what we do next is entirely between us and no-one else need ever know.'  

She paused and then went on, 'I want this as much as you. It was so lucky that we got this room together where we can do whatever we want. I don't have to be at the first meeting until this evening at six o'clock so we've got several hours to have some great sex together. Are you up for it?'

She laughed as she looked at my erection and realised the pun.

'I can see you are,' she breathed, 'why don't you take off my blouse and dress and see what I have for you underneath?'

With trembling fingers I slowly unbuttoned her white blouse and she helped me slide it down her arms. I took in the top half of her beautiful turquoise slip, the bust adorned with exquisite lace and covering her matching bra. She moved closer to me and urged me to unzip her smart black skirt. It slid down her thighs and she stepped out of it, her silky full slip now fully revealed.

'What do you think, Rick?' she whispered, 'I know it's not black, but it's one of my favourite slips. Look, why don't you take off your clothes and then you can feel my slip properly.'

Without any further urging and my head in a whirl of desire, I struggled out of my clothes and stood naked in front of Louise, my cock jutting out, hot and throbbing with the tip purple and leaking pre-cum freely.

'Oh my God, that's so hard,' said Louise, lust colouring her voice.

She reached down and then, taking my cock in her slim pale hand, she brushed it gently up and down against her slip, at the same time kissing me on the lips. I returned the kiss and, as we locked together in increasing passion, Louise manipulated my cock with greater urgency against her slip clad body.

The urge to come was overwhelming and I so much wanted to erupt into her lovely slip. But Louise had other ideas. She stopped the manipulation abruptly and my engorged penis twitched in front of her as if in protest at this denial.

'The best is yet to come, Rick,' Louise said, her voice thick with desire. 'My passion is silky black underwear, as you saw. So let's enjoy this together. Take off my slip, bra and panties and then dress me in my black full slip and matching black bra and panties. I'll leave on my glossy stockings and suspender belt. When you've done that I want you to put on my other black panties and the black half slip.' 

By now I was trembling with passion and frustrated by the denial of my orgasm, but, as Louise had promised, it was indeed getting even better and now beyond what I thought possible. I gently helped her out of her turquoise bra, slip and panties and then gave her the silky black panties.

'Pull them up for me', she urged, 'feel how they slither up my legs and thighs over my stockings.'

I willingly complied, pulling the panties up and feeling at the same time the softness of her body, sensing the musky perfume and brushing my face against her breasts, the nipples now hard with desire.

'Now the bra,' she whispered, and in an amused tone added, 'I presume you know how to fasten it.'

I nodded and smiled awkwardly, taking the lovely thing from her bed and gently easing her breasts into the cups and fastening it behind.

'And now the slip;' Louise indicated the black full slip which lay next to the double-skirted one, obviously having plans for the latter when we were both dressed for the sex to follow.

Feeling the soft nylon of this wonderful slip, I couldn't resist the temptation to draw its folds across my aching cock, now so tender and sensitive. I left a trail of pre-cum on the front and Louise chided me; 

'God, Rick, don't come in to my slip yet, I want you to save all your spunk for later. Put it on me, please, I so want to feel its softness against me....oh please, be quick.'

She sighed as I carefully slid the slip over her head and let it slide over her breasts and thighs. I noticed that she was now gently rubbing her clit through the nylon of her panties and beginning to breathe heavily.

'And now I'm going to dress you, Rick,' she said hoarsely, and reached for the other black panties and silky black half slip, which like her full slip had a beautiful deep lace hem with a floral decoration. 

I stood rigidly as she drew the panties up and over my throbbing hardness and then the slip followed, whispering over the nylon of the panties. I nearly passed out with the sensation of the silky layers encasing my penis and, as I had done so many times before in my lonely slip wanking, I took my hardness in my hand and started to stroke through the nylon. The pre-cum oozed through freely.

Without a word, Louise took my hand away and motioned me to her bed where we sank down together and kissed.

'Nylon on nylon, isn't it so good, Rick,' Louise breathed in my ear, 'don't you just love this magical fabric that drives us so wild? 

'Louise, you know how much I love it,' I whispered in reply, burying my face in her hair and increasing the nylon friction between us.

I sensed that Louise was reaching for something next to her on the bed and realised it was the double-skirted slip. She pushed me up gently for a moment and slid the slip between us.

'Feel the slip love now, Rick.....oh God,' she moaned, 'so many layers of rich silkiness...so good...'

I was now in a state of ecstasy as my hard cock drove against her through layers of nylon, nylon just waiting to receive the fruits of our lust.

Then came the moment I had dared to anticipate but never for a moment thought could actually happen. Through the staccato panting as Louise approached orgasm I heard her gasp; 'Panty fuck me now through your nylon, Rick...make me come in nylon heaven.....oh, God, yes!'

In a whirl of slithering silk I pushed up our slips, gently drew Louise's panties aside and effortlessly inserted my throbbing pantied cock inside her, the nylon easing my passage in and out as I thrust my love for her. We moved in unison with increasing urgency until Louise reached her shattering orgasm, her body bucking wildly against mine. Then came my moment as the floodgates opened and, crying out her name, I shuddered and came, through her panties and in to her secret place.

We lay together in each other's arms, spent but in total bliss. This was to be the start of a weekend to remember.