Second Date, Part Three (M/F/F...) | 2016

Here is Part One

And Part Two.

And now... The Grand Finale.

My date (I suppose she needs a name - I'll call her Monica) and I walked naked from the locker room into the heart of the club. Everything was red, and the lighting made it seem even more so. The room split like an upside-down T - To the left and right, doors to small rooms. Down the wider middle, more doors. But in the center of the T was a big round red bed on which about eight men and women lounged and fondled each other.

Monica squeezed my hand. 'This is so fucking hot,' she said, and pointed to the end of the hall, on the other side of the bed. 'What's back there?' 'Let's go find out,' I said, pulling her with me. As we passed the big bed, we saw a man eating a large woman's pussy while she sucked another man's cock; another woman sucked on the big girls tits while she was fucked from behind by a small Asian man.

We passed through a beaded doorway, into a darker room, filled with couches and chaise longues. Couples were sucking and fucking on all of them. On the wall, porn was projected. We watched for a few minutes; Monica reached down and fondled my dick as I caressed her ass and ran my fingers along her pussy. 'What's back there?' she asked. I turned around and there was a black door that said 'Enter at your own risk'. So of course we had to see what was behind it.

Kink. BDSM. A man tied up on a rack while a leather-clad dominatrix whipped his dick with a cat o'nine tails. In another tiny room, and older man (looked to be in his 60s) face fucked a girl with pigtails. I looked closer and saw that she was a woman, not a girl; her face was lined and creased and the pigtails were most likely a wig. 'Care to facefuck my cumslut?' the man asked when he noticed us staring. 'Yes, please facefuck me,' the woman said in a high-pitched voice. When I noticed the man leering at Monica, I said no thanks and we quickly left, laughing, back through the black door.

We went back into the porn room. There were no couches available, so I leaned against the wall and pulled Monica's ass against mine. I reached up and cupped her tits, pinching her hard nipples. She moaned and ran her hands along my thighs. She pressed her ass into my cock, and it started to get hard. On the wall, a porn star was sucking a huge cock. I kissed Monica's neck, licked her shoulders, squeezed her tits. She reached behind her and grabbed my cock and started to stroke it, slowly. I ran my right hand down her tight stomach to her shaved crotch and found her pussy lips already parted and waiting. My fingers circled her clit. She held her breath, then released, and gripped my cock harder. My fingers dipped inside her wetness and lubricated her clit, and then I began rubbing back and forth, slowly at first, and then harder. The harder I rubbed her pussy, the tighter she gripped my cock.

A woman walked past us into the room, glanced at us, and then stopped to watch 'the show.' Fuck it was hot. She began rubbing her pussy and nodding. I slipped two fingers up Monica's snatch.

'Can I suck your tits?' the woman asked. She was brunette, young, fake tits, looked like a 'Jersey Shore' wannabe. Monica glanced at me and then nodded, hesitant. The woman put her lips over Monica's right nipple and sucked. Monica's legs nearly went out from under her. I finger-fucked her faster. Then the woman leaned up and tongue-kissed Monica square on the mouth, which she was NOT expecting, but being the good girl she was, went right along with it. The woman didn't stop there; she leaned up and kissed ME with a warm, soft tongue.

'I wanna suck your boyfriend's cock,' the woman said. Monica's hand gripped my cock so tight I thought she would tear it off. Please say yes please say yes please say yes.

'Yes,' she said. Thank you God. Monica stepped away from me (reluctantly) and the woman dropped to her knees. 'Nice one!' she said (LITERALLY giving me a thumbs up!) and then she opened her mouth and took my whole cock down her throat in one go. Holy. Fucking. Shit. And then Monica started kissing me and caressing my nipples, pinching them. Meanwhile Jersey Shore was doing something that they must only teach to sluts in New Jersey; how she could get her throat to actually massage my head without gagging is beyond me, but she was. On top of which Nikki Rhodes was now being fucked on TV in front of me and her perfect tits were bouncing in unison and I did everything in my power not to cum.

'You want some?' Jersey Shore asked Monica. I smiled and nodded. Yes. You do. And Monica kissed down my chest and then she and Jersey Shore gave me a double blowjob and I could have run outside and gotten hit by a bus and gone to heaven and even St. Peter would have high-fived me. Jersey Shore licked and sucked my balls while Monica sucked my cock, looking up at me the whole time. Then Jersey Shore leaned in and they started kissing, and sucking, and kissing, and I noticed Jersey Shore had her hand under Monica's ass and I squeezed my Kegels as hard as I could. Not yet not yet not yet.

Monica must have sensed it. She kissed Jersey Shore again and said, 'I gotta go fuck him,' and Jersey Shore asked if she could join in (please!) but this time Monica shook her head. Jersey shore wiped her lips off, stood up and said, 'Lemme know if you want a third,' like it was a fucking afternoon of golf. And then she went off to find someone else's cock to suck.

I helped Monica up and we went back into the T and found a room. I closed the door and Monica lay down on the bed and I rolled on a condom (there were bowls of them everywhere) and got on top of her and pushed my head into her pussy and now I was fucking her. I'd dreamed about it for all of 48 hours (dreamed? It consumed my every waking hour). She wrapped her legs around my back. 'Fuck me, come on, baby,' she moaned. So I did. I grabbed her legs around and held them over her head and pile-drived into her pussy. I wanted it so bad. My lips sought out hers, our tongues intertwined. She grabbed my hair and pulled on it. 'Yes! Yes! Yes!'

I got off of her and turned her around. She lifted her magnificent ass in the air and I clutched at her hips, a handful, and drove my dick into her. It was animalistic. I was fucking her harder than I've ever fucked anyone. I watched her ass cheeks ripple every time I smacked into them. I reached under and squeezed her bouncing titties, then yanked her blonde hair. 'Harder!' she cried. You got it, baby. 'I'm gonna cum!' she screamed, and her legs started to shake and she bucked and shivered but I didn't stop fucking her. 'Don't stop don't stop don't stop!' and she came again. And again.

And by this time I was drenched in sweat and tired. 'Get on top of me,' I said, pulling out of her. 'I want you to ride me.'

I lay down on the wet sheet and she straddled me, but didn't put my cock in her. She leaned down and kissed me, and then licked and kissed the sweat from my neck, off my chest, down my stomach, and then she took the condom off and took me in her mouth. She sucked me and I held in, then licked up my shaft and flicked her tongue over my frenulum. 'Don't you fucking make me cum yet!' I said to her. 'Oh, baby,' she said, not stopping. 'You're gonna cum now.' She dove back onto my dick and swished her tongue around it. Goddamn it. The greatest night of my life and I was gonna cum and fuck it. I closed my eyes and felt her wet lips and tongue and then thought about Jersey Shore's throat and getting sucked by two women and it started to build. Monica must have felt my balls start to constrict, because she suddenly stopped and leaped up next to me. She grabbed my cock and started stroking it, hard. 'Cum, baby, cum for me. I want to fucking see you cum! I want to watch it!' She jerked me and kissed me and sucked on my nipples and kept saying 'Cum for me! Cum for me!' And my whole body started to shake and she jerked super fast and said 'Yes!' and I came like a fucking geyser. Gallons of semen. My eyes rolled back into my head. Waves of the most amazing pleasure rocked my body. I think it lasted a year; it sure felt like it.

Before I knew what was happening Monica rolled another condom over my still-hard cock and mounted me. 'Now I don't have to worry about it,' she smiled, and began riding me. She reached down and fingered the cum on my chest, then licked it off. OK, that was hot. I grabbed her ass and held on as she gyrated faster and faster. 'Grab my tits!' she cried. I did. My dick didn't skip a beat; it stayed hard as a rock. I took one hand and pressed into her clit; THAT she liked. 'Oh, god!' She looked into my eyes as she fucked me faster. 'I'm gonna cum!' she whispered, and then she sat straight up and fucking SQUIRTED all over my chest and face. And KEPT ON FUCKING ME. Even faster. She pressed her hands on my chest and I could see the buildup happening again and I pushed my fingers against her clit and she bucked against them and then WHOOSH! Another squirt. 'Oh god oh god oh god oh god!' Her entire body fucking QUAKED and for a moment I thought she was going to either melt or vaporize into atoms.

She slowed down, keeping my still-hard cock in her pulsating pussy. And then she collapsed onto me, panting. We lay like that for a long time, caressing each other. 'Fuck that was fun,' she finally whispered. 'Yeah,' I said. Eventually she got off of me, pulled the rubber off of my now limp dick. I grabbed a couple of towels and we dried each other off.

'How do you feel?' she asked. 'Amazing. Awesome. Words can't describe.' I said. 'You tired?' she then asked. I shook my head. I was not tired, although I should have been. 'Let's see what else is going on out there.' She opened the door.

We saw a couple get up off of the big round red bed. And we took one look at each other and dove for the empty space.

I've never been in a full-blown orgy before. A threesome, yes. A foursome, sort of. But the rule of the Big Red Bed seemed to be: 'If you lay on this bed, anything goes.' Whereas in the rest of the club you had to get permission before touching someone else (or more), the Big Red Bed was unencumbered by such rules.

Monica and I understood this. As long as we were on the bed, anything - or anybody - was fair game. But we started with each other, kissing and fondling. My hand found her pussy again; she stroked my cock, getting it hard. Then I felt another hand on my thigh and looked down; it belonged to a HOT Asian girl who was sucking another guy's dick. She rubbed my thigh up and down. I glanced over at Monica: A younger guy was squeezing her tits. I felt a pang of jealousy and then remembered: Anything goes on the Big Red Bed.

And then I just... closed my eyes. And this is what I felt:

Lips sucking my toes.

Fingers pinching my nipples.

Many hands up and down my body.

Many hands up and down my cock.

Lips on my lips. Tongues all over me.

Lips on my cock.

I reached out and touched:

Tits of all shapes and sizes.

Asses.

Pussies.

And yes, a couple of hard cocks (anything goes on the Big Red Bed).

I let Monica experience her own thing. I didn't want to look; I didn't want to feel jealous. We understood.

And then I felt a mouth around my shaft and knew in an instant that Jersey Shore was back. Holy fuck that woman could suck a cock. And then I felt wetness over my mouth and the next thing I knew pussy lips were on my lips and I licked and sucked them. They were Monica's, I knew. And then I felt two sets of lips on my cock.

And then three.

I opened my eyes because I fucking HAD to see this. But Monica's ass was in my face and every time I struggled to push her up she pressed harder into me. I was nearly suffocating (again, dying a happy man, high-fiving St. Peter). So I attacked Monica's wet pussy with a vengeance, and she finally lifted off of me enough to see:

Her (Monica), 69ing me (her tits felt fucking awesome against my stomach); Jersey Shore; and licking my balls... a fucking GUY.

Anything goes on the Big Red Bed, right?

I spanked Monica's ass and tried to get up. 'No!' She yelled, pressing her thighs against my head hard. My cock went deep into SOMEBODY'S mouth. And then I felt three sets of lips sliding up and down my shaft and SOMEBODY stuck a lubed finger up my ass which I was NOT ready for and I gasped and Monica squeezed her thighs around my ears tighter and all my senses went numb. I'd explored prostate massage with an ex-girlfriend before and it was amazing. And then the finger found IT and the next thing I knew my body commenced to shaking and someone took me deep into their throat and I felt a wave of orgasm start in my left big toe and crest - SLOWLY - all the way up to the penultimate hair on my head. I didn't so much cum as flood, and the mouth greedily sucked my cock until every single drop was gone. Then the finger was slowly retracted from my ass.

And then Monica started facefucking me with her pussy. I stuck out my tongue and licked her clit when it came over my mouth (like a fucking pendulum) but she was in another world, and then I felt her thighs start to quiver and she came.

She lifted her leg over me and knelt beside me, rubbing my stomach. We were the only ones left on the Big Red Bed.

'You enjoy that?' she asked. I nodded; my ability to speak had flown away. I gestured to her, and she nodded to.

'Fuck...' She lay down next to me. And then we heard a sultry female voice - God, I decided - come over some kind of PA: 'Dear kinksters, our club will be closing soon. Please finish sucking, fucking, fingering, masturbating, fingering, flogging...' and I didn't hear the rest but it went on for a while.

She helped me off the Big Red Bed and we shuffled into the locker room. The showers were communal and small, and the rules of the locker room evidently didn't apply here: Jersey Shore was jerking off a guy (her boyfriend?) when we got in there. She asked if we wanted to join in but we said no. Monica and I soaped each other up, rinsed, and dried each other. Then we got dressed.

In the lounge, the topless bartender was closing up shop. Monica and I both said thanks, and I tipped her well. And then we went upstairs...

Into the morning sunlight. It was 6:30 a.m. Sunday morning. We went to a nearby deli and got breakfast and coffee, then walked up to the High Line park and ate and talked and laughed. I walked her back to her apartment. We kissed intensely. 'Good morning,' I said to her instead of 'good night'. 'Get some sleep,' she said to me. We made plans to see each other again, soon. 'Third date I get to see your place, right?' She laughed. 'After tonight, nothing will ever be as good,' she said. I told her I doubted that. She went inside and I strode toward 8th Avenue.

'After tonight, nothing will ever be as good...' The girl just might be right.