Chapter 39: Strip Club II

MEL

I was lying on my back on a plush sofa in the Golden Girl Lounge celebrating a newly combined private bachelor party for two different men about to be married – Luke and Gord. I hadn’t known either of them until an hour or two earlier.

I had a cock in my mouth being gnawed on in the best way that I knew how. I had a cock in each hand, slowly jerking off the two men they were attached to. Luke was eating my pussy like the champ that he was. His future wife was going to be a lucky girl.

Luke got nudged aside by Pete, one of the other men at his party, and the guy that would be his best man. He was good at eating pussy, too. He got his fingers pumping into my little wet pussy, driving me right into an orgasm, only I don’t think he noticed. I noticed that more and more of the men were getting naked and ready to fuck.

In the next conversation pit, Georgie had just gotten impaled on two cocks. One was the other groom. He was in her ass as she lay back against him. The other dude was in her pussy. The two men moved in synch, pumping raw lust into her. She had a third and fourth cocks near her mouth as she alternated who she sucked on.

Sky was furthest away, but I could see her riding some dude in the cowgirl as she also tried to suck on a guy standing on the sofa next to them.

Tanya was in-between in another area, with a guy fucking her in the missionary position while she sucked on another man. The guy fucking her was pumping so rapidly his body was a blur. The look on his face indicated that he wanted to come, but had just the last major hurdle to jump before he blasted into her.

On my other side, in the last of the VIP areas, my new friend Trixie. She was on her hands and knees, sucking on two cocks as another guy fucked her in the doggie position.

Luke made to fuck me. I started to say ‘Condom’, but then I saw that he was already sheathed. Oh, goodie, jack rabbit. He pushed a lot of meat into my little cooter, and I moaned. He also moaned. I told him, “Nice. Keep going. Just so you know, I’m in no rush, so stretching it out is good.”

He started pumping, too, and we watched each other. There was some shuffling around near my head. I then had Larry’s cock fucking my mouth. There was a lot there, so I put on my big girl pants, and swallowed all of him. I heard him gasp.

“Slow down, Dixie. I want to fuck you, too,” Larry implored.

I went back to just licking the crown. Glanced down at Luke, only it was Pete fucking me ... and then Steve ... and then black-haired guy ... and then sandy-haired guy with freckles.

Luke went over to fuck Georgie. Gord, the other groom being feted, came over and fucked me. He came in his condom while in my pussy, and told me I was a wonderful piece of ass. I said that he wasn’t too bad either. He’d made me cum when he did.

The guy’s moved around, and I seemed to be the only girl being fucked that kept insisting on a contraceptive. If I got pregnant in this group, I’d never have the faintest idea who the father was. I was in maxi-slut mode.

Trixie finished up and came over to see me. We were both naked, and she went down on me driving her cum-covered fingers inside me. Uh oh! Oh, well. We got in a sixty-nine, and then did some tribbing for the guys watching and stroking back to hardness.

Larry reappeared and we fucked until he came in me. He seemed to take special pleasure in doing that. I learned that Trixie was his long-term girlfriend. They’d been going together for seven years. I just smiled as he finished and said, “Next.”

I lost count, but given the way the guys were moving around in the private area, I felt sure that I fucked every guy there, even the bartender, Eddie, who came up to do me. I thanked him for my special drinks to keep me sober. He laughed and said that he did that for all the girls.

I would have been swimming in cum, were it not for the condoms. A couple of wastebaskets filled up with those. The aroma of the area took on a distinctive sexual smell that was a mix of pussy and semen. I got hornier.

I kept going, asking Luke to fuck me again. He did and we kissed a lot, since no one else was insisting on a simultaneous blowjob. If I hadn’t known any better, I’d have said that we made love.

I motioned around at all the sex still going on and teased, “Your fiancée okay with this? Would she do this?”

He laughed. “Probably not, but I’ll tell her about it tomorrow. She told me to get the wild oats out of my system. She does Pete and me, but just the two of us at a time. I think when she was in college she pulled a train, but she’s only alluded to it a time or two. Hey, you have wedding rings on; how’s that work?”

“Very open marriage. He’s been fucking at another orgy all night, and by now has probably gone to bed with a couple of the girls.”

“How do I get my future wife to want to do that?”

“Trust and a lot of communication. Lots of love, too. When you’re both sure you are each other’s primary relationship for the rest of time, things will open up for you. You’ll see. My in-laws are even part of our orgy group. They’ve been doing this lifestyle for decades.”

“Incest?”

“A little. No one is concerned for all sorts of reasons. You?”

“No but I’ve got a brother that would love to visit my wife, and she’s got a hot sister that I’d love to plank.”

“Hey, what’s your fiancée’s name?”

“Lauren.”

“Keep communicating. Maybe your wishes will come true. Paint the vision of what you want to have happening when you’re fucking and having fun. Who knows where it’ll lead. Get Lauren to add details to what you start.”

“Those are good ideas. Can I talk to you again – by phone? Text?”

When we finished, I got my phone and I called his cell. We’d made contact. I wondered what would happen next.

I fucked Gord again, the other groom. He said he was already in such deep shit that he was sure if word got out about the last three hours, he’d be a free-wheeling bachelor again. I didn’t hold out much hope for him.

Four other men came by to fuck some more, but none of them orgasmed. I did with one of them.

The bachelor party crowd thinned out. Larry and Eddie were making sure the men were good to drive as they left the club. I heard Larry insisting that one guy take an Uber.

Ron came by again to check on me. I had no one waiting for a piece of me, and he was fucked out. We laughed, got dressed, and then went to our motel. It was 3:30 a.m. and I think I’d just fucked about thirty guys.

I’d occasionally taken pictures of the evening, plus Trixie had gotten some shots of me when I was doing my show. I sent a dozen of them to Dave by email. The emails wouldn’t wake him up the way a text would, since he would have his phone charging right beside the bed. I hoped he was still tolerant of my crazy antics. There was no doubt but that I’d fucked a lot of guys, plus I would tell him all about the orgy later on that day.

DAVE

I slept like a baby between Lisa and Bridget. I’d had some of the most intense lovemaking episodes with the two that I’d ever enjoyed. I attributed the emotions to the Tantric mindfulness Bob had suggested and to the active soul-staring we practiced.

Just for comparison, I also made love to Sarah at the Saturday orgy, and I intentionally did not invoke any meditative practices and we did our normal look around at the others having sex as we did, too. While a pleasure and emotion producing, it was not as intense, nor did it seem as loving as the Tantric techniques Bob was teaching me.

Bob was in the guest room with Cindy and Trish. Mary was sleeping in the day bed in my home office, opened to be a bed, and had been joined by Evan. Last I heard, my mother was still being plundered by her ‘sleeping’ companion and asking for ‘more’.

I’d talk to my father in the morning about my observations, particularly staring deep into someone’s eyes for nearly a half-hour uninterrupted while in a mindful state.

I checked my phone in bed before fully rising. Mel had been in a real orgy the night before; however, the ratio of men to women had been about five-to-one. I thought of the event as more of a large gangbang. She didn’t have to say anything in her email. I suspected that she was fucked out and tired.

The pictures and a couple of short videos someone else took during the fuckfest, proved that she did a more than credible job as a stripper, and then had her brains fucked out until the wee hours of the morning by multiple men – many multiple men.

I got a text from Mel about 10:30 a.m. ’Up and at ‘em. Ugh. Sore pussy a bit. Meeting Brad at noon at nearby airport for trip home. ETA at home 4:30 p.m. What an experience!!! 143 Mel.’

I just sent a happy emoji back.

Bridget ran off to school after a cup of coffee. Lisa had real estate open house to conduct on one of her listings that afternoon. My parents and their bed mates also showed up once the aroma of coffee permeated the house. Everyone looked happy and sexually fulfilled.

When everyone was decent, I went and collected Scott and Beth at Jim and Sarah’s home from their sleepover with the other kids. They were used to the parties, and especially enjoyed the indoor ‘glamping’ that took place at various homes, orchestrated by Willow and Tracy the neighborhood sitters. The sitters had taken to telling spooky ghost stories, in anticipation of the upcoming Halloween. The kids loved it, especially since all the ghosts turned out to be good guys.

I explained to the kids that mommy was on her way home from a business trip, and mollified them about Mel’s absence. My mother had pushed Evan out before the children got home. Wendy had come home from the London’s bed where she’d gone one more round with them, and everything else seemed pretty normal.