2 Sorority Sisters Visit a Sex Club

The sorority sisters were sitting around on a weekend night, drinking beer, trading stories, some true, some not. Amy, always the big talker, was bragging about her worldly experience with the ways of the flesh. Posturing as the sophisticate from Los Angeles. (With the implication that the other sorority sisters were not in her league.)

"I don't mean to shock you guys from Middle America, but where I come from, we'll do anything once," Amy said, "and probably already have."

Sarah wasn't impressed. "If you're such the liberated lady, have you been to the new club that's taken over the Winslow mansion in town?" Sarah asked.

Everyone was talking about this members-only club, which rumor said was a place of unbridled sexual freedom. In everyday parlance, a sex club. The father of a fraternity guy they knew was a co-owner, so the sorority sisters had snagged some coveted guest passes. But no one had worked up the courage to use them.

Amy said she hadn't been there - yet. Sarah decided to call Amy's bluff. "What are you waiting for?" she asked. "It sounds like something right up your alley. I'm sure you could show them a thing or two."

"I'm willing to go," Amy said, "but I don't want to go alone. If you'll go with me, it's a deal," Amy said.

Sarah hadn't anticipated this, and hesitated. She was not the type to do something outrageous like visiting a sex club, but how to gracefully decline without being the wimp? Before she could figure out how to extract herself, the idea captured the imagination of the sisters. "Wow, you guys could give us a full report," said one of the sisters. The others were enthusiastic about them going to the club. Uh oh. Sarah was no prude, but visiting a sex club? That was a step beyond.

"Are you in?" Amy asked. "Or would that offend your small-town morals? Of course, you could always go and just watch," she suggested, to some laughter.

By not immediately rejecting the idea, Sarah had roped herself into it. Against her better judgment, a few days later she was accompanying Amy to the members-only club.

They were greeted by an attendant, who welcomed them and explained the rules. There were few. No violence, no coercion and men wore condoms. To ensure that no one would be forced to do what they didn't want, there was a safe word, "Geronimo", which would cause anything going on to immediately cease. There were staff circulating to see to that.

The attendant went on. "As newcomers, for the first half hour, you'll be available for others to love on. After that, you could continue in that role, or switch to sample our diverse forms of entertainment. Are you okay with this?"

When the girls agreed, the attendant asked them to remove their clothes.

"Completely?", asked Sarah.

"Yes" was the reply. Sarah was self-conscious as she stripped in front of this stranger. Foolish modesty, as nudity and sex was why they were there. When she had undressed, she was given two flaps of fabric held on a chain, what was essentially a loin cloth to cover her groin, front and back. But with nothing underneath, nor anything to cover the breasts. They were led, effectively naked, to a spot in the center of the room. Fur-lined handcuffs hung down on a rope from the ceiling. Their hands were clasped onto the manacles, and arms raised above the head until the feet just touched the floor. A blindfold was placed around their eyes. Stretched out and exposed. A vessel for anyone to use.

It didn't take long until someone approached Sarah from behind, and cupped hands around her heavy breasts. Pulling them to their full height, he (Sarah was sure it was a man, from the size of the hands) manipulated the nipples, gently squeezing them. Sarah felt sensations of pleasure emanate through her, partly from the physical touch but also from the excitement she felt at being helplessness at another's disposal. She had no say over who was behind her, touching her, what he did, or how long. Then the hands left the breasts and began slowly to creep down her front. They rubbed beneath the loincloth, to the crevice between her thighs and her mons, teasing her. Not overtly touching her sex, just touching near it, but occasionally brushing the lips of the vagina. Then one finger was inserted into the vagina, pressing the clitoris. That was very pleasurable and Sarah's juices began to flow, soaking the finger. She let herself hang down, with only the ropes holding up her, giving in to this person. His other hand began moving down her spine, circling the cheeks of the buttocks. But then the unexpected happened. A finger, now covered with a plastic sheath, moved toward the anus, pressing firmly. Sarah was startled. What the hell was he doing? Then the finger revealed its intent. It began to travel upward. It entered the anus and kept going. First just an inch, then two, until the entire finger was pressing insistently, relentlessly, upward, into her. Sarah felt violated; this was not sex as she knew it. It was a sensation she had never felt before. It was highly intrusive, for sure, but at the same time, a new, not unpleasant, sensation. One finger from one hand continued to press from the front into the vagina, another from the other hand was behind, entering the anus, almost trying to meet. Her body bucked, her hips swung wildly, as she tried to escape this dual invasion. But she was powerless. She moaned loudly and cried out, "Too much, too much."

The finger in the anus withdrew. Just the one in the vagina remained, rocking back and forth, rubbing upward against the clitoris. Sarah felt a surge of pleasure course through her. She slumped down completely, supported now not by her feet, just by the restraints on her wrists, allowing herself to indulge in the wave of sensations. She felt the release of an orgasm.

The person withdrew from her, and moved on. Sarah was surprised he never put his penis into her. Perhaps that was not his sexual thing -- or perhaps he'd expended himself with others, prior. She never knew and never knew who he was. She hung there, slumped, recovering from the sexual release. Then she sensed another person in front of her. This one spoke. "Your first time here?" It was a female voice.

"You're a woman!" Sarah said, stating the obvious.

"Yes," the woman replied. "Have you ever been with a woman?"

"No," Sarah replied. "I'm not a lesbian."

"No need. Just be open to pleasure. You came here for pleasure, didn't you?" she asked.

"I guess, sure. I mostly came here out of a sense of curiosity," Sarah answered. (She didn't say she had been trapped into it.)

"Well, you're in good hands. My hands. Who knows the female body better than another woman?"

With that, the woman rested her hands on Sarah's waist. Sarah heard the woman get on her knees, lift the front cloth covering the groin, and press her mouth into Sarah. She felt a tongue's wetness against her sex, as hands grabbed her butt cheeks and pulled Sarah's pelvis forward. Sarah was still wet from her prior encounter and the tongue lapped against her, using that lubrication to excite the flesh. It felt wonderful. Sarah had had an occasional boyfriend who would deign to pleasure her orally, but they never did a great job. This woman, however, knew what she was doing.

Sarah swung from the restraints holding her, giving into the force pressing into her opening. Fingernails dug into her butt, forcing the behind forward, that slight pain overwhelmed by the pleasure coming from the front.

When the woman withdrew her mouth, she asked Sarah. "How was your first woman experience?"

"It was spectacular. I apologize for that comment about lesbians. I'm rethinking men."

The woman laughed. "It's okay to want men. I have my share. But don't forsake your own kind." The woman kissed Sarah on the mouth. With that, she left. Sarah, again, had no idea who she was. Blindfolded, she never would know.

By this time, Sarah's 30 minutes were up. An attendant came to her.

"Do you wish to stay her, or move on?" she asked.

"I'll move on," Sarah said.

The attendant removed the blindfold and released her from the manacles. Sarah was freed.

"You can roam as you wish. There are several rooms."

Sarah looked around. This room had women tied as Sarah had been. Three other mostly naked bodies were still on display. Sarah contemplated if she wanted to experience a woman, this time as the giver of pleasure, but decided to stick with men. She moved to the adjacent room. Four naked men were there, with just that slim loincloth providing a hint of modesty. Two of them stood upright, their hands manacled to restraints above them, as Sarah had been. Two were stretched on low tables, with their arms and legs affixed to posts at each end, spread-eagle. A woman was seated on one man's chest, her back to his blindfolded face. Her hands were manipulating the penis, stroking it to a full height. It curved over the abdomen. Then the woman switched positions, facing the man. She stretched a condom over the penis, then guided it into her vagina and rocked up and down. She rocked until she heard his growl and he ejaculated into her.

She chided him. "You come too soon! It's a good thing you're not my boyfriend," she said. She moved off him and went to a man on another table. She hadn't climaxed yet, and needed a fresh penis.

Sarah went to a man who was standing, blindfolded, hands above his head. She grabbed his testicles beneath the loin cloth and squeezed them.

"Have you cum yet this evening?" she asked him.

"No, madam" he replied.

"Good," she said, "Then you'll do. I'll start by giving you oral."

Sarah manipulated the penis and had quick success in getting it erect. (Men are so easy that way.) Then she knelt down and took the organ into her mouth. Holding onto the man's buttocks, she sucked and squeezed the penis, using her tongue along the underside of the shaft. The man squirmed. After a while, when she thought he was as firm as he would be, Sarah stood in front of him. She guided the penis into her vagina and told him to pump. He did as he was told, and this time it took Sarah over the top. She give a small cry and let the pleasure wash over her. Then she withdrew.

"Hey, I haven't cum yet," the man complained.

"The room is full of horny ladies. There'll be another one along soon." Giving the testicles a final squeeze, she moved on, leaving him with an erection that was begging for relief.

Amy, meanwhile, was having a different encounter. She had gone to a section with a series of "experience" rooms. Rooms for role playing. One room where a person could experience 'violation'; rough sex, where she (or a he) would be pinned down and penetrated brusquely by an 'intruder'. Another room where the person would be spanked, bare bottom, like a naughty child for an infraction. Amy chose the latter room, and upon entry, was chastised by the "teacher" for her sloppy work on an assignment.

"You deserve to be punished, young lady," the "teacher" declared. With the help of an assistant, they grabbed Amy and lay her over the teacher's lap. Lifting the flap of fabric, she swatted at the bare bottom beneath. Between whacks, the 'teacher' rubbed the cheek to soothe the flesh. When she finished the spanking, the 'teacher' reached between Amy's legs to press a small vibrator against the vulva. The vibrator hummed and did its work while the teacher counseled Amy to do better work in the future -- or there would be further punishment.

Amy moved to the next room. This one had a massage table, with a beefy masseur standing by. She climbed onto the table, on her stomach. The masseur spread massage oil on her and with firm hands, began to knead the skin. His hands traveled across her body, under the loin cloth to rub the buttocks (still a little tender from her earlier episode.) Then he bide her to turn over, and he skillfully massaged her front and breasts. He asked her if she wanted to be penetrated. Amy declined, as she didn't find the masseur particularly appealing. (When in a candy store, you don't have to eat the first treat offered.)

When her time was up, Amy went to look for Sarah. She found her sitting in a hot tub with several other people. All were naked, enjoying the hot water and the sight of each other's bodies.

"So, are you enjoying your time here?" Amy asked.

Sarah motioned for Amy to sit in the tub beside her. She pulled her close, and surprised Amy by clutching onto a breast.

"I see you've gotten into the spirit of this place," Amy said.

"Yes," Sarah replied. "I like to say that I'll try anything once. And after tonight, I probably will have."

They both laughed. There was no more city girl/country girl divide between them. They were just two women enjoying the gift of sexual pleasure.

"We need to figure out how to keep those other guest passes for ourselves," Sarah said. "This can't be our only visit."

"Agreed. Let's think about what kind of lies we can tell the sorority sisters."