Copyright © 2000, T-Bob. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another website without the written permission of the author. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com, mrdouble@mindspring.com, or mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. Original posting date: Thursday PM, September 28, 2000 A Wildpage Author story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: only1_3.txt http://www.mrdouble.com Story_codes: M/F (orgy, analingus, anal, etc...) Story_intro: The music was still thumping, enough to shake the floors, which in turn slightly shook the mattress they were lying on. This of course only gave her more feelings throughout her body as the vibrations played through her feet and up between her legs, where he was busily ravaging her pussy. -Only in Paris, pt. 1 Written by T-Bob The pounding music greeted the two obvious Americans as they walked through the door and into the club. She thought he had paid a great deal at the door but wasn’t exactly sure about her calculations. It was hard to figure the change from dollars to francs. Anyway, it didn’t matter. They were here and that was that. But where was here? He knew exactly where they were, having found this address in a British magazine. It was a club unlike any other except those found in the vicinity of Paris. And he was excited. And a bit nervous. This was his first time, and he was sure it was hers. The couple walked slowly, stopping to hold hands, both a bit nervous, but for very different reasons. He was afraid it would be a total dud, and she was just not sure where he had brought her to. Their eyes began to adjust to the lack of light, quickly taking in the scene before them. He was already hard. His hands began to sweat from excitement, and fear, fear that maybe she would not be into such things. He wasn’t even sure if he was either. But he was open minded, ready for just about anything. Before them lay a maze of mattresses shrouded in black light. Tons of people stood, or rather lay there, writhing in a sea of various states of undress, and sexual excess. She was shocked, and he was very amazed that what he had read was true. The magazine had an expose about these various Paris sex clubs. Many were only allowing couples access to them, others, the unsuccessful ones allowed anyone inside. In these clubs anything went as long as the person you were with agreed. No one ever said no. The article went on to explain how the writer, along with his girlfriend had gone into many of these clubs, paying upwards of 50 American dollars for a piece of the action. Many, he confided, were relatively lame, where only the best of the best got to fuck, and the rest just jerked off upstairs. And a few, he found, were basically places where you would get surrounded and propositioned by slimy looking men. And even at one they had witnessed a poor guy up in the top area, bemoaning the fact that his girlfriend was down on the floor being gangbanged by a group of dirty Parisian men and women. He somehow had not been included. At that same place the writer had seen an old woman, of about 55, all wrinkled from years of this, getting fucked from every angle by eager young men. She was old enough to be their mother. At first the writer and his girlfriend had felt rather uneasy at all of these clubs. But soon enough the smell of sex and cum and the moans of ecstasy took hold of both of them. There the report ended. But the story for the American couple was just beginning. He slowly ran his soft hands from the small of her back, feeling the simple and sexy small grey cotton dress she was wearing. His fingers went up over her back, onto her soft neck where little hairs stood up in anticipation, and then down over her shoulder, pouring like water into her sweaty palm. He hoped that she wasn’t too nervous, and if she didn’t like it he would have been glad to leave. But she wasn’t going anywhere. The scene before them shook her to the core, and she knew right away what she wanted. She wanted to forgo her inhibitions for one night, to do all the things nice girls don’t do. She wanted to fuck, be fucked, wanted cum in her mouth and running over her lips, splattered on her breasts and inside of her, trickling out from between her legs. She wanted him. Her face met his in a soft kiss that quickly turned passionate, hot and heavy, tongues meeting in-between and doing battle, their spit intermingling. She was so wet and she knew he was hard. His hard cock was almost bursting out of his pants, and had it been any other night she would have slowly massaged it through his pants. But tonight was no ordinary night. She wanted it in her right away. She dropped to her knees, unzipped his fly and released his cock. It sprung into her mouth and she devoured it, slobbering up and down the shaft, taking it deeper and deeper with each stroke. He was in total ecstasy, never before had he seen her like this, and he liked it. His fingers ran through her soft red hair and then dropped to her shoulders where they worked through the cotton dress at her bra snap. Soon it was off and she stood up, his cock drooling pre-cum and her saliva, making a mess on the front of his pants. He didn’t notice because he was too busy helping her sexy dress up and over her head, revealing two beautiful sized breasts, and nice quarter-sized pink nipples that looked like they could poke his eyes out. He bent down to put each one into his mouth. "One at a time," she said as her head angled back and her mouth let out a moan. It felt good, his hot tongue and the suction from his warm wet mouth pulling in her flesh and then softly letting it out again. He was still almost fully dressed, so she started working at his buttons, though it was hard to do with him stooping down at such an awkward angle. But soon she was pulling his shirt back and over his shoulders, revealing his soft hairy chest that she enjoyed running her fingers through and using as a pillow. His pants were next and soon they were around his ankles, which gave her the opportunity to pop his cock in and out of her mouth very quickly, just to tease him. Then she was back up and they were facing one another. Her panties were still on, though the white material was almost see through because of her wetness. "I want you inside of me now" she almost screamed! And he obliged by helping her panties off and over her feet, which allowed him to slide his tongue down and up her legs, pausing quickly to taste and smell her soaked pussy. He turned her around and then softly grabbed her neck and angled her body down just a bit, allowing his cock access to her wet warm silky folds. From this angle he could see her beautiful back and how it sloped to meet her tight ass, which he so loved to worship with his tongue and fingers, all over the soft flesh, and especially the pucker that lay between her ass cheeks. He knew that tonight he would get plenty of time to lick and suck and probe every inch of her, but for now he had other goals. In this poor light it was hard to see so he grabbed his cock and she led it into her wetness, letting out a moan as he passed into her, slowly. He moaned from the tightness and she moaned from the full feeling, and brought her hand down to work her clit. They moaned together as he pulled in and out. The whole club was a chorus of moans, their moans mixed with the moans from a black woman on the mattress next to them who was getting cock from both ends. Her muffled moans mixed with the big white hairy muscular guy next to her who had his legs high in the air as one girl worked his massive cock into her mouth, while the other sucked his balls and ran her tongue over his sensitive asshole. Beyond that, neither one could see or hear anything. The black light had a way of concealing things, which made them feel shrouded in privacy. He was deep inside her now, thrusting in and out, so far deep he could feel her cervix. She was so tight and wet and very warm, like a fever. Then some words welled up in his throat, past the moans of sheer joy that had been escaping his lips so recently. He slowed his cock thrusts and brought his mouth close to her hear, his sweaty naked body pressing against her equally sweaty back. "I love you," he said, "and I am going to do things to you tonight that you never imagined. You are mine, and I have total control over your body. I want to make you come over and over again, in every way possible." He pulled out, careful not to come too quickly, and laid her slowly down on the mattress. It was soft and smelled like Downy. She smiled when he kissed her, his wet cock growing sticky between their bellies. Her hazel eyes in this light glowed green, like a monster. Their hearts were beating rapidly, pounding in sync with the thundering music, as they moved their bodies over one another so that they could taste each other. He was on top, and buried his head between her warm soft smooth thighs, while she had his engorged cock buried halfway down her throat, eagerly sucking and licking his shaft. His cum-filled balls were crying for attention as she cupped them with one of her hands. They were warm in their sack and wet from their juices. His face turned back and forth, licking up and down on her clit and labia, as her musky juices seeped out and onto his tongue. He loved the taste and could do this all night, especially with his cock so warm and wet inside her mouth. And then he felt it, her tongue lapping away at his balls, moving up to the spot right where the sack met his asshole, and she licked there too. She had done this before, and he loved every second of her depravity. She loved giving him pleasure this way, her tongue swirling around his hole, darting in and out, tasting him. And he loved this so much, it was one of his favorite things. But sometimes she would cuss and scratch his back when they fucked. It did not happen all of the time, but sometimes during sex they would both really get going and he could say anything to her, tell her she was his cum slut, how she wanted his cum in her mouth and on her lips and breasts and then he would give it to her, and the look in her eyes was something he rarely saw, something like an animal. She liked being taken charge of, liked being submissive, and liked how he told her what he was going to do with his cock, how he was going to rub it on her lips and over her clit and down onto her asshole to make her nervous. He loved her like this, her true sexual self, unafraid, just wanting to feel pleasure and give in return. He knew that before the night was over she would get her chance. And she knew it too, deep down, she knew it, most definitely. End of pt. 1 -Only in Paris, pt. 2 Their lips were locked together, and they held onto each other for dear life. They were sweaty, and even in the black light they glistened as their bodies lay there, taking air into their lungs, resting. Her legs still twitched from the orgasm his tongue had given her. Likewise she could still taste his cum in her mouth, and on her tongue. She tasted good in his mouth and he in hers, because it just wasn’t the taste, but the knowledge that each one had brought the other to a mind-shattering orgasm. They lay there, sweaty and sticky, catching their breaths. The two other mattresses had now joined as one, with the hairy muscular man now on his stomach, face buried deep in the black woman’s cum-filled pussy. While he was doing his job, one of the other women was straddling the black woman’s face, lowering her wet crotch onto her waiting tongue, gasping as the tongue passed further inside. The other woman was half on the mattress, with one of the guys between her legs with his fingers and his lips at her smallish breasts. The other was feeding his cock into her mouth. Her chin was dripping a mixture of drool and cum, an obvious present from one of the guys. She was attempting a moan but was too filled with cock to make much of a sound. This scene made them feel lazy, like they weren’t keeping up with the competition. Without a word she was on him, his face filled with her smooth pussy lips, his tongue disappearing into her hot hole. His fingers kneaded her ass, so soft and smooth. They played at the small of her back, where tiny hairs stood up in anticipation of where his fingers would soon find themselves. She knew where they were going, and so did he. He loved doing this to her, she was so tight and warm back there. He wanted it to bring her pleasure in new ways, and had heard how it made women feel good to be touched there. She never seemed to mind too much. He took it slowly, massaging her shoulder blades, feeling the sweat on them, how badly he wanted to taste it on her. He would do that later he thought, but for now there were other pleasures to be had. He slipped his hands down her back, strongly hugging them against her spine. The smoothness of her back was like warm wax poured from a candle. He got closer and closer to heaven, and she could feel his body stiffen, and thought about how good his tongue felt pounding into her. Running over her clit. She started riding his face, fucking his face with her pussy, holding his head, fingers running through his hair, and then she felt it, his ring finger probing her backdoor, circling around it, slowing and speeding up, then slowing again. It felt good, having pressure on both her holes felt really sexy, she wanted to be all filled up, and for a brief second wondered what it would be like to be filled with cock, one in every tight wet hole, fucking her madly. He could feel her getting wetter, like it was raining on his lips, and he loved the taste, and he loved having his hands where they were, softly spreading her ass cheeks like they were her pussy, and then tickling her asshole. She responded by going even harder on his face, almost suffocating him. His hands slid from her ass up to her sides and over her ribs like a xylophone. Up into her armpits so he could get leverage, he wanted control now, and so slowly he pushed up and moved his tongue from her clit, down over her lips and then right to where he wanted to be for now. He wanted to worship here, stay at her asshole all day, play with it, suck on it, give her an orgasm just from stimulating her sexy pink pucker. And then his tongue dipped inside. He so wished he could get farther in, and so now he pulled a bit, forcing his wet tongue inside her ass, wiggling it around. He thought he heard a moan, and so he kept up, kept going. Her eyes were wide open now, his tongue probing her ass, felt good, so good. She loved his tongue there and sometimes wished he would keep it there for hours. From here she could reach her clit, stimulate herself while he ate her asshole with joy. Plus she was taking in the scene in front of her, the mass orgy going on. More people had joined the nearest two mattresses. And young French girl who looked no more than 19 was on her knees with some black guys cock in her mouth, while an older Asian woman had a cock between her breasts. The scene kept getting hotter and the more he lapped at her asshole and felt her juices run onto his face, the hornier he got. She kept frigging her clit as she saw the 19 year old get down on all fours with the black guy behind her, slowly sinking his cock into her tight pussy. The black woman now had every hole filled, with the big muscular hairy man standing behind her slowly pushing his cock into her asshole. Her breathing had gotten quick and between her teeth she managed a moan and then breathed deeply the words "Fuck my ass, oh God yes, oh Jesus, oh Fuck". The other two women were joined by two new guys, and both were on their backs legs high in the air as the guys drove their cocks deep into their wetness. This was too much for her, the depravity, she wanted his cock inside her now. She pushed his shoulders down and mashed her face onto his, tasting her-self on his lips, and cheeks and nose. She winked at him and said "I am going to fuck you so hard, better get ready, I want your cock inside me now." And with that she trailed her tongue from his soaked chin, to his nipples, down past his belly button, and onto his cock, where she quickly lubed it up to make it slide in much easier. He grabbed her hips and she knew it was time. In one quick motion, like they had been practicing for years, she sat up, bent her knees, and plopped right down onto his cock. She felt full now and the sensations were amazing as his thumb found her clit. His other hand was busily massaging her ass. His fingers wandered and found their mark, her beautiful brown pucker, so wet from his tongue and her slippery juices that his index finger had no trouble tracing around and then slipping inside. Her asshole was so tight and warm, and with her moving on top of his cock he swore he could feel her pussy clench. "I love that," she said. "I know," he said. He went slowly, like a dream. Sometimes he felt that sex with her was like music, and he loved all kinds, fast pumping music, medium music, and slow loving sounds. This was one of those slow tunes, and his fingers and whole body moved in rhythm with hers. They were making love in their own private world, shrouded in dark glowing light, people moaning and shouting sex-filled words all around. They could see each others eyes as he slowly pumped in and out of her, taking his time, wanting it to go on forever. She arched back, hair falling to her neck and straight down as she gave him better access to her clit, and this position pushed his cock into the walls of her vagina, hitting just the right spots. She was so hot now, full of cock and fingers. She could feel his hand at her ass and thumb at her clit. And she felt so sexy letting him do these things to her. She also knew he would do much more before the night was over. He was deep in her now and moving faster. She bent her body forward, kissing him. Her tongue slid over his teeth and into his mouth, where it was met by his tongue. It felt so good to kiss him, so natural. So deep down sexy. Her lips were wet and luke warm and he loved how they felt on his lips, and tongue, and whole body. He thrust his cock up into her hard now, and they were both sweating. He could see it on her breasts, and bent his head, trailing his tongue down her lips and over her chin, along her neck and slowly traced circles around her left breast. Then he did the same to the right one. He could taste the salt from her sweat. He pumped hard now, so hard his balls made an audible slapping sound against her ass. She reached back to play with them, and just as he knew she would do, she pressed a finger to his asshole and slowly pushed. By bucking his hips upward she could get better access, and soon she was hitting the spot, which made the cum in his balls boil, and he was almost there. She loved making him feel like this, and knew how good her finger must feel to him. She could feel his cock get bigger and then right away he dug his hands into her hips and shouted that he was coming. Her finger made his orgasm so intense that he erupted and it felt like his heart would stop. She could feel his cum inside her now, filling her up. How sexy it felt. His own orgasm had triggered her into overdrive, and she bucked her hips and pushed her clit harder and harder at his thumb and soon she was there too, legs shaking, feeling like she would crush his sides. And then his mouth met hers and they kissed as she came hard, feeling his come dripping out and down onto his cock, over his balls and between his ass cheeks. And they laid like this for a long while, recovering, holding one another, not wanting to let go. Breathing hard, panting like they had just run a marathon, they kissed, deeply, eyes closed. No noise. Sweet silence, and she could feel him shrinking inside her, so wet and sticky and sexy. End of pt. 2 -Only in Paris, pt. 3 Everyone in the Paris club had seemed to take a break at this moment, even the music had died down a bit, slower, taking breaths too. The nearby orgy had suddenly turned into a screaming orgasmic mess, and now they all just laid there, heaving piles of steaming naked bodies, some of the men still buried deep inside the women. The two drifted in and out of sleep, short naps really, stockpiling energy to go at it one more time. She awoke with his head between her legs. Her eyes closed again, enjoying his tongue and lips and occasional nibble on her clit. Two fingers were inside her now, moving in and out in a sloshing sound, pressing against the inside wall, hitting her in just the right spot. And then there was another finger, moving in and out of her asshole in rhythm with the two in her pussy. His thumb joined with her clit as he moved his lips to her inner thighs, still sticky from their previous session. He grabbed at her hips, rotating her onto her stomach. She lifted herself onto her knees, hands by her head. He moved his body with hers, now on his knees and his face still kissing at her legs, down to her calves and stopping at her toes, blowing on each one before taking a loving bite. She knew what was coming, and then felt it as his tongue again travelled the glistening path from her calves back to her thighs, which were now very hard to reach considering her position. It did not matter, that wasn’t what he was after. He sucked his tongue in a few times to give himself more saliva. And then he was at it. He loved her in this position, totally his to do with what he wanted, so submissive, and now he was going to use his tongue, run it from her lips, poke inside and taste his own cum mixed with her wetness, and then move it over her ass, stopping to savor her asshole, the outside and inside, and then travel up over her crack down her back where he would plant his wet lips on her neck where she loved to be kissed. "Yesssshhh," she moaned like she was drunk on sex. "That feels so good, your mouth on my neck." And he moved it all around, kissing every part of her back, then came back up to her neck, nibbling and sucking alternately. And now he softly held her elbows, brought them back and placed them on her ass, her sexy ass. "Spread yourself for me," he said. He loved this almost more than anything, seeing her like this, totally at his mercy, spreading her ass, holding it open for him. He knew she loved this too, the feeling that she was giving herself to him, being his slut, and only his. And then he dove at her asshole with his tongue. "Oh God," she moaned lustily. He spent so long licking and sucking and fingering her, making her pussy so wet just by sucking on her asshole. She loved this, being his dirty nasty raunchy sex toy, and had never imagined herself letting anyone do this to her, much less enjoying it. Her hands held herself open for him, wider now. He paused, his cock was rock hard now, and he wanted it to be inside her. He picked his face up off of her ass, drool trailing all the way down from his lips to her crack. He rubbed this all over his cock, and then rubbed it at her entrance to her silky folds, then pushed, and was inside her tight wet warm pussy. Her hands had now returned to the mattress near her head, holding on for dear life as he pounded her from behind. He felt like he could last forever. His hands held her ass cheeks open, and her asshole stared at him, open now from his tongue and fingers. He thumbed it, slowly slipping it inside. She clenched tightly at the feeling in her ass and then let herself go. How good it felt, not only to be used like this, but to be so open for him, in every sense of the word. They went on like this for awhile, and she started to feel it welling up inside her. She was getting close. Her hand moved from its spot by her head and slowly moved down her belly and onto her clit. She frigged it hard and fast, and like pulling the trigger of a gun she went off. Her cheeks clenched as did her whole body, he looked down to see her calves flex, and she trembled when she came, hard. He almost slipped out she was so tightly wound up inside, and his thumb inside her ass could feel the pressure building until finally she released all of herself and screamed. The orgy going on in front of them stopped to watch the couple, as she shrieked in the throes of her orgasm. She was still crazy from cumming, and so he pulled out. He rubbed his cock up and down, keeping it hard, still feeling like he could go on forever. And then her hands returned to her ass, and once again spread herself for him. And now he knew what he wanted, wanted so badly. He dropped to his hands and knees and lapped at her asshole, making sure to go slow and gentle, while one of his fingers reached out to rub her clit. Again she said yes like a drunken sex fiend, and he knew now was the time. He told her what he was going to do, how he would slowly put the head of his cock at her asshole, all slick from cum and spit, and how he was going to push slowly inside until the head was past and how her asshole would grip his cock so tight, but how his cock was so wet from her pussy that he would just slide right inside, nice and easy, and how she would feel so good, an amazing new feeling, and how she would reach back and play with his balls and her clit and how she would feel so full with his cock in her ass, so full and sexy. And she would feel like his, safe in his arms, that he would never do anything to purposefully hurt her, but instead he wanted to make her to feel so good, so sexy. And he wanted to make her cum like this, with his dick buried deep inside her ass, her hand playing with her clit, and how when she came he too would cum and they would feel so good together. And he said how warm and tight she would be inside and she just moaned, a little nervous but too overcome by the idea of feeling so full and sexy to say no to him. And he said how hot it would feel when he came inside her clenched asshole, and how when he pulled out she would turn and kiss him and they would lie there, and her mouth would find its way down to his hard wet cock, and how she would suck it into her mouth, tasting her ass and his cum. And she would smile. The End...maybe. *---(:> Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! <:)---* www.mrdouble.com Reservoir Dogs..... *---(:> Mr Double <:)---* This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.