Chapter 5
Jim got home late from the business dinner, tired and sleepy. But as he undressed for bed in the dimly lighted bedroom he thought hotly of Mira next door. And of the date he had with Mira and her husband, Kevin, next night. What did Kevin have in mind to discuss with him?
He walked over to the window. The shades were not drawn and he stood there, boldly naked, peering across at the darkened bedroom window across the narrow drive. The room he had entered last night. It still seemed so unreal.. . Fucking till dawn.
He'd felt exhausted when he got home a few minutes ago. Now he felt all hot and alive again, standing naked in his bedroom window, hoping they could see him . . . exposed . . . nude.
His cock got hard. Mira had told him she was an exhibitionist. Maybe he was too. Or maybe everyone was to a certain extent. Given the right circumstances. Such as living right next door to a beautiful, sexy woman. Like Mira.
Everyone an exhibitionist. And a voyeur, to a certain extent.
He wished the phone would ring. And that sexy voice, telling him to come over.. . the door's unlocked. He wished she would appear at her window with her big creamy knockers, uplifted to the moon.
His body got hotter, his cock more throbbingly hard. He stepped closer to the window. He had the strangest feeling that they were watching him. He gave them a good look, his body naked, his cock hard, twitching from side to side. He even stroked his dick a couple of times. They were watching. Yes, he was sure of it. But they did not signal him in any way.
Because the date was for tomorrow night. He stood there for several more long moments. His pulse raced. Being watched. An excitingly strange new experience for him, exposing his nude body to the luscious brunette next door. Exposing it for her, even though he knew her husband was there too . . . Not even minding his being there.
He was tempted to jerk off. But instead he just stroked his cock gently, saving it, knowing they were there watching. He could almost hear them breathe excitedly, could almost feel Mira's warm, saliva rich mouth on his dick.
He took his hand away from it. His hard meat twitched fast from side to side. Slowly he turned his back to the window, imagining her sharp tongue twisting into his asshole.
He felt weak and hot with sexual heat. He turned to face the window again.
In the dark bedroom Mira sprawled in an easy chair. Her husband stood behind the chair. He wore only the top to his cotton pajamas. Mira's robe flowed open and she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Kevin's hands were busy at her big knockers, molding and squeezing them. One of Mira's fingers was up her pussy. Slowly she finger fucked herself as she watched her naked, hard cocked neighbor at his window.
"Nice, eh?" Kevin said thickly.
"He's perfect," Mira answered breathlessly.
She pushed her finger further up the tapering hole as Kevin pinched one of her big swollen tits.
"We should take him with us Saturday to meet the Tildens, don't you think?" Kevin asked. "If he passes the test with Dianne and Glenda tomorrow night."
"Definitely!"
"That gang at the Tildens'll eat him up."
"Oh god, I can just see it!" Mira said excitedly.
Jim was facing them, his cock twitching wildly, as wildly as Mira's clit. He looked right at them, as if he could see them.
"Better cool me off, sweetheart," Mira said.
"Yeah, better cool this off, too," Kevin said, stepping in front of her.
In the darkness Mira reached out and felt the big hard horse dick.
"My god, I believe that thing gets bigger every time I, " He had straddled her legs. Mira said no more. A shuddery moan replaced the words. Kevin leaned into her and pushed his heavy cock all the way into her pussy to the nuts.
He jack knifed his hips fast back and forth. They were steaming and they both needed the fast relief of a quick fuck.
Over her husband's shoulders Mira could see her naked neighbor at his window, slowly stroking his meat. Was it just her imagination that she could actually see the shiny bead of pre-cum at the slit?
She moaned softly as Kevin shot his cock juice deep into her. And she popped almost at the same time. Jim took her hand from his cock, holding back his climax, holding onto his load. That must have taken a lot of self control. Had he heard their love sounds, muffled though they were?
Even if he was as insatiable as Kevin, maybe it was best he'd saved it. What a weekend he was in for, Dianne and her cousin, Glenda, tomorrow night. And if he accepted their invitation to the Tildens on Saturday Wild!
They had a late dinner in town. And afterwards Kevin drove them to a club out in the country.
"To catch the last show," he told Jim.
Nothing but small talk during. dinner. Jim wondered what Kevin had wanted to discuss with him. Surely he and Mira didn't think they needed that as an excuse for the invitation. They were too honest and open for that.
The club was several miles off the main highway. There was only a dim light out front and the place didn't even have a name. There were a lot of cars in the big parking lot out back, though. Kevin showed his membership card as they entered, but the doorman already knew him.
"You'll love Dianne and Glenda's show," Mira told Jim when they had taken their ringside table. "And tonight they have something special."
"It's always special," Kevin said.
"Yes, but tonight "
The lights dimmed. And the performing area went pitch black.
"You know them?" Jim whispered, leaning towards Mira. "This Dianne and, "
"Yes," Mira whispered back. "And you'll know them too before the evening's over."
"I'll say!" Kevin chuckled.
Soft music played in the background. The performing area was illuminated with bright lights. And standing sideways to the audience, back to back, were two stunning women. They wore flowing, floor length white robes. Both were tall, black. The tallest was also the darkest. This, Jim later discovered, was Dianne. Glenda's skin was of a lighter chocolate shade.
They were fantastically beautiful and stately looking.
Jim didn't know how talented they were as dancers. But they were geniuses at erotic body movements. He watched, flabbergasted. Even with the robes on he could see the movements of their supple muscles, the measured in and out motions of their big boobs.
Then suddenly, subtly, their robes were off and they were stark naked for all to see. And it had not been the usual, obvious, coy striptease. All at once they stood proud and nude, heads held high, big breasts lifted high, their tits rosy against the chocolate skin.
Jim's eyes feasted on the naked, majestic bodies as they stood motionless for all to see, satin smooth flesh, long soft necks, big full titties and nipples that were hard and pointed with passion, voluptuous curves of hips, long shapely legs. And dark triangles of pussy.
He could feel the lusty heat from the crowd all around him. Proud little smiles played across the naked women's faces. Their nostrils dilated, smelling the lust. And in that dingy club they stood as dignified as queens, exulting in the beautiful power of their bodies.
The music became loud, wilder, more erotic. And their heated bodies moved to its beat. Their sleek black hair was down around their shoulders. They were on opposite sides of the room. Dianne was close to Jim's table. He could see the beads of sweat on her big knockers. He could smell the erotic, strong female odor of her.
She seemed to pause in her seductive movements a moment as their eyes met. A look of understanding passed between them. Or had Jim only imagined it?
The number was over. The music ceased. Dianne and Glenda were on their knees, bowing forward. The audience was absolutely still, stunned. Then suddenly it burst into thundering applause. The two women stood, holding hands, bowing and smiling After the long, adoring tribute Dianne held up a hand for silence.
"Would one of you gentlemen in the audience care to join us?" she said. "Come on. Don't be shy.. . Why be ashamed of your body?" There was no response, just a ripple of soft, nervous laughter. "Come on, one of you nice gentlemen," Dianne urged. "Let's give the ladies in the audience a break."
More nervous laughter.
"Jim," Mira whispered in his ear. "Why don't you go on up there?"
Jim looked at her, grinning. But the smile died on his lips when he saw that she was obviously dead serious.
Me? Take off all my clothes? Expose myself to a bunch of strangers? She must be crazy . . . But the look in her eyes, telling him to do it. And Christ, how wild! The notion suddenly seemed fantastically sexy . . . up there with those seductive women. And getting as naked as they were, for all to see!
But he'd have a hard on. Couldn't hide that. He'd be so damn hot he'd want to, The idea made him weak.
"Jim," Kevin said, leaning closer to him as if to aid Mira in urging him. "This is a private club. Just about anything could happen here, and usually does!"
He felt Mira's hand at his crotch.
"Ummm, nice hard on," she said. "Go on, Jim. You know you want to."
"My god," Jim said, his voice thick. "I must be crazy!"
"Why?"
"Because I think I'll do it!"
"Atta boy," Kevin chuckled.
Jim couldn't believe he had just said that. He couldn't believe he was actually getting to his feet. It was another dream, more strange and wild than the one of night before last when he hurried all feverish and hard cocked and naked to his beautiful neighbor's bedroom.
He heard the scattered applause. And he was suddenly there, in the glare of the bright light. Too late to back out now. Dianne was smiling, holding out her hands to him.
"Here we are," she said. Her hands felt so warm and soft and moist. "Go ahead," she added, under her breath so that only those at the ringside tables could hear. "There's only the three of us."
Jim did not exactly forget that he was in a crowded club, that an intensely attentive audience was watching him. He could feel the heat, the torrid lust. But he could also ignore everyone "out there". As in a dream he began to undress, staring deep into Dianne's dark eyes.
Before he knew it, he was stark naked. The sex heavy air of the crowded club was hot on his exposed flesh. Everything was quiet except for the soft, excited breathing of the audience, "Beautiful," Dianne whispered quietly.
And she did not mean only body perfection, but the grace and unashamed ease with which he had peeled off his clothes.
His cock was hard. He was exposed to dozens of eyes. The air seemed more heated and electric with sex than ever. He was exposed in the glare, but separated from "them" too. Alone with two luscious women, yet arousing the passions of nameless strangers. Fantastic! He felt seductive, lewd, boldly uninhibited.
His cock spasmed.
There were only two women in the performing area with him, yet he felt surrounded by female flesh, soft, tender, voluptuous flesh.
Dianne's hand cupped around his hard dick. Just the soft touch if her warm hand on his stiff prick sent thrilled shock waves through all his body. Glenda was at his back. With a light, feathery touch she moved her hand up and down from his shoulder and down around the curve of his ass.
Jim stood still for long moments, letting his body be fondled by warm exploring female hands, on his dick, beneath his balls, at his back, the soft warm touch on his ass causing chill bumps across his cheeks.
Then his itchy, hot and hungry hands had to caress some of that flesh. He lifted his arms and gripped the satin smoothness of Dianne's big, firm knockers. She sighed. And he heard other heated sighs from the audience. And he knew he was surrogate to the dozens of men out there who wished they were where he was now. And Dianne and Glenda, surrogates to the cunt hot women.
His cock spasmed extra hard.
He milked the tittie flesh beneath his fingers. Slow, languorous milking motions with his feverish fingers. The boobs were so dark and soft, like black silk. He rolled the big pointed tits between thumb and forefinger.
He felt Glenda's moist warm tongue lapping up and down the crack between his ass cheeks. He gasped and tugged at Dianne's tits, pulling her closer to him. His hard cock was imprisoned between their bodies, head pointed up towards Dianne's flat belly. The underside of his dick was stimulated by the coiled, stiff hairs of her snatch.
And Glenda in back, stooped down, her tongue lapping up the crack between his quivering buns and lapping down again. Dianne's big knockers crushed against his chest. Could she feel the excited beat of his heart? He stroked her elegant shapely buttocks. His ass cheeks were being gently pried apart. And the next moment he felt Glenda's tongue dart into the bung, long, moist, probing tongue up his ass!
He felt the movement of Dianne's body and he followed it. They were moving across the floor.
This is a private club, Kevin's words echoed in Jim's mind. Anything can happen and usually does!
The spotlight followed their slow trip across the floor . . . their bodies close . . . Diane walking slowly and carefully backwards, yet seeming to know just where she was going. Jim following, his arms around her, hot hands stroking her undulating buttocks. Her big panting boobs crushed against his chest, his cock throbbing, imprisoned between their bodies. And Glenda, easily keeping up with the slow pace, dexterously scooting across the slick floor, prying Jim's buttocks wide apart, her tongue rimming deep into his asshole.
Then Dianne was leaning backwards and Jim was following atop her. He realized they were lying across a long wide table that was covered with cloth that was thick and cushy. And the spotlight was right on them!
He could hear the ragged breathing of the audience. He whiffed the cunty odor from the women's hot, juiced up pussies.
He felt Dianne's legs open wide beneath him. He lifted his hips and pushed his cock into the folds of quivering cunt-flesh. She shivered, then squealed loudly, popping as his cock entered her heated cunt that had been teeming and unfulfilled all evening. The orgasming cunt clamped like a fur glove around his plunging hard cock.
Then he felt the pussy lips quivering around it, his throbbing meat buried deep in her. He didn't dare move for the moment. He might pop his nuts if he began fucking her now. And it felt so damn good, lying inert atop her, his dick pushed deep into that cunty hole, feeling the sticky juices of orgasming pussy bathe every deep plunged inch. While back there Glenda's busy little tongue swirled around the membranes of his opened bung.
Glenda's tongue left his asshole and slid up the small of his back. He felt it glide across his left shoulder.
"Roll over, lover," Glenda's mouth was at his ear. He felt her hot breath. She dug her tongue into his ear and swirled it around. Dianne's pussy lips fluttered around his cock. . The cunty odor grew stronger! His cock spasmed. He knew that several of the women were fingerfucking themselves, heating up even more the already heavy with sex odor in the club.
He managed to roll over so that Dianne was atop him. The soft furry grip of cunt hole relaxed around his prick. Dianne lifted her hips high. His stiff prick pointed straight up. And only the head remained in the warm embrace of the pussy.
With supple ease. Dianne lifted her hips higher. His cock popped free of her cunt. He whimpered. He heard heavy sighs, as if everyone in the club could feel his frustration. His cock twitched hard and free. The thick plush material beneath his back felt soft and sexy.
His nostrils flared as he smelled the most erotic, heavy odor of cunt he had ever whiffed. He stared up at dark, coiled pussy hairs. His mouth salivated. And slowly the cunt lowered onto his face. It was Diane and her cunt had a raw, heavy odor.
He felt pleasantly smothered by it, that juicy, wiry snatch pressed against his face. She rolled her hips slowly, clever girl! And he was barely able to follow the slow, easy gyrations of her hips, rubbing his face in her dripping cunt.
When she lifted it from him, his face was bathed with the rich, sticky secretions from her cunt. She pried apart her pussylips Jim saw the pinkish, hairy under flesh. Hungrily he darted out his tongue. Saliva ran down the corners of his mouth. He made a funnel of his tongue and twisted it up her cunthole as she lowered her hips and spread her pussy across his face again.
And delectable Glenda took expert charge of his cock. It throbbed hot and full. She straddled him and sank slowly down, embedding his dick meat between the folds of her fluttering cunt walls.
He could feel her climax as soon as his dick pushed all the way in her, just as Dianne had done. He felt the rich, hot flow of juice across his cock..
Hot cunt juice rushing across his deeply implanted cock.
Hot juicy cunt at his face.
Glenda began bouncing up and down on his stiff dick, building herself up to another orgasm. Jim reached up and squeezed his fingers around her big slick breasts.
And he sucked deep at the pussy that straddled his face. Savored all the heavy, cunty secretions.
Jesus, if he could make them both come at the same time!
He squeezed harder at the panting breasts. His balls tingled, but his body knowledge told him he would be able to hold back.. . Hold back till he got them both off again.
He felt the quiver of cunt lips around his dick, around his hot tongue. Their moans were growing more raspy . . . Glenda, bouncing faster up and down.. . Dianne, pushing her delicious, sticky cunt smelling pussy tighter against his face.
The two women stared into one another's dark eyes, in tune with one another, timing their orgasms. The hot, writhing man beneath them fired such electric thrills into their cunty parts and all through their heated, trembling bodies with his hot, moist sure tongue and stiff throbbing prick.
Yes.
Now!
A lusty, stifled moan from Jim.. . Simultaneous flow of pussy juice across his tongue and across his cock.. . The women squealed, bodies rocking . . . cunt lips quivering. His cock spasmed extra hard. A rich flood of pussy secretions dripped down the corners of his lips, slowly down his throat.
And Jesus, the hot, velvet, gushy feeling around his cock.
Dianne kept her pussy pressed down against his face, letting him suck it, smell it. And Glenda fucked his cock with her cunt. Fucked it slow, making it last. She moved slow, up and down on it. She buried it up her coozie to the nuts. Then slowly rolled her hips, caressing the deep buried .meat with velvet fluttering of sticky cunt lips.
Jim writhed and moaned, balls tight, tingling, feasting at the pussy spread across his cunt juice bathed face.
Jesus, could he stand another second of this fantastic cuntsucking, cuntrucking? Ummm yeah, yeah, the tingle in his balls was even sharper.
Glenda twisted her hips in a wide slow circle, his pulsating dick pushed into her gushy pussy to the nuts. Her big boobs felt more slick beneath his squeezing fingers. Beautiful, tall, stately Glenda, her light chocolate body shiny with a film of sweat which reeked of raw, female sexuality. Her juicy pussy fucked his hot cock . . . cunt lips caressing . . . releasing the slick dick flesh . . . caressing, releasing.. . gripping tight.. . releasing.
And the raw, strong cunty odor across his face.. . cunty secretions dripping down the corners of his lips. His chin was sticky and shiny with that cunt-juice. His whole face was bathed in it.
He gurgled from deep in his throat, arching his back. Jesus, the tingle! Too much. His balls were about to break!
He heard Glenda's throaty laugh. She started bouncing up and down again to let him go. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her slick titties. He sucked deeper at pussy, throat gurgling as he swallowed more cunty secretions.
His body felt aflame. He growled and bit right into the soft cunt flesh. He heard Dianne's ecstatic cry and kept biting into the meaty pussy as his tongue was flooded with fresh juices.
And his jism spurted into the fucking, vibrating cunt that twisted and bounced on his cock.
He growled loudly again and the women squealed, popping again, while he popped his.
He thought he would pass out then. He felt so delectably smothered by female flesh. Everything was so dark he thought for a moment that he had passed out.
But his nostrils were still keen to the overwhelming smell of pussy. And he felt his cock pull free from the soft furry caress of Glenda's cunt lips.
He realized then that the .spotlight had been removed from them.
"Come with us, sweet," he heard one of their voices speak from out of the pitch darkness.
He held onto their hands as they helped him across the floor. He felt weak and lightheaded.
Kevin and Mira were waiting for him in the dressing room. They just looked at him, smiling proudly, admiringly at him.
"Wasn't he just great?" Dianne said.
"Was that really me out there? Jim said He laughed, doing all that in front of me. He couldn't stop laughing. He slumped down in the big easy chair. He couldn't stop laughing.