Spring Break Memories Ch. 05

(Usual Disclaimer Time: All the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we're living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time (often in regards to a character's proportions), please remember it's all in good fun.)

Author's Note: This story requires a little explanation before we get too deep into it. Spring Break Memories is a much-requested spin-off miniseries from my long-running Senior Year Memories, taking place between chapters 50 and 51 of that tale. All of you who have read that far in the story will hopefully enjoy the continuation of various storylines and returning characters, but as for the rest of you, I want to let you know now that it is NOT necessary to be a Senior Year Memories expert to enjoy this story. I'm doing my best to write it as both a continuation, and a story that will stand on its own for the reading pleasure of those who might not want to go through all 50+ chapters of the main series. I like to keep things light, fun, thoroughly cliched and more than a little unrealistic, so I hope you all enjoy!

Further, I would like to thank the readers whose votes helped determine some of the action of this story and picked the majority of the girls who would make appearances in it, including the leading lady of this chapter, Ryan's sweet, nerdy and sexy girlfriend, 18-year-old Sarah Kent; you guys are, as ever, the best!)

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When senior year began, I was under the reasonably informed expectation that I would end the year without a girlfriend. I was a nerd, and had been a dateless and nearly friendless wonder so far, so it didn't seem too crazy to think that the year would end the way it began with me that same dateless wonder of a nerdy, 18-year-old version of myself.

If you've read this far, of course, you probably know that I was at least a *little* bit off in my predictions for how the year would go. My virginity was a distant memory within the opening moments of senior year, and as for the girlfriend issue, by the time of Spring Break, instead of the expected zero girlfriends I was blessed to have *three* of the most beautiful, wonderful girlfriends I ever could have imagined. I never expected that I would be in a situation like this, much less that I'd be one to eagerly embrace polyamory, but the three girls I'd gotten involved with certainly made it easy, each of them bringing not just sex, but their own unique spark to my life.

Josie Wong was the first of the three to call herself my girlfriend, a beautiful, 18-year-old Chinese American goth princess. For as much attitude as she tried to show to the world, when she was with me, she brought passion and compassion and a cynical edge in equal measure, having become one of my best friends and confidantes during times when I needed both of these things more than I ever could have known.

The second, and easily the most unexpected, was the cute and perky 18-year-old cheerleader, Brooke King. A petite, bubbly blonde with pigtails and a smile that never seemed to be far from her lips, I had thought her something of a ditz when we first became acquainted, but actually got to know her as a thoughtful, highly intelligent and motivated girl who could always find a way to brighten my day. Though our connection at first had been purely physical, as we both really, *really* loved having sex with each other, as we got to know each other better a deep friendship formed that soon transcended mere lust, one that I felt grateful for every day, as even the mere thought of Brooke had a way of bringing a smile to my lips.

Unfortunately for the sake of my Spring Break, both Josie and Brooke were out and away for the entire week, meaning that I wouldn't get to enjoy their company nearly as much as I would have wanted... but once they got back, things would get back into their normal rhythm for us, and I wasn't nearly so concerned.

This, of course, was made easier by the fact that I *would* get a little time this Spring Break with my third girlfriend, the seemingly quiet band nerd, 18-year-old Sarah Kent.

Now, if you were to look up the word "unassuming" in a dictionary, you would probably find a picture of Sarah's face not too far away. A slender, if fit, girl with dirty blonde hair and glasses and a tendency to hide away in a hoodie, at the beginning of the year, she looked about as nondescript as I'd felt, and I had thought her to be every bit as much a quiet nerd as I was.

Yeah, you can bet I was pretty fucking wrong about that.

Though painfully shy, Sarah was a horny little slut, and successfully set out to seduce me on Halloween, following me around while dressed as a creepy ragdoll until she could corner me and reveal her intentions. We had some fairly intense sex that Halloween night, with her never once removing her frightening mask to keep the mystery of her identity alive, but I was so caught up in the moment that I couldn't have cared any less. Sarah had a great body, as she had been raised by a dance instructor, so even though she was a band nerd, Sarah could go toe to toe with pretty much any cheerleader at school and put me through my paces.

It took the better part of a month to find out just who my Halloween mystery girl was, and when I did, Sarah and I connected, first sexually, then as friends, and had rarely been apart for long since as our friendship slowly metamorphosed into something more. It had been a peculiar sort of year since she'd come into my life, between me helping her get on the cheer squad, her convincing me to have sex with her lonely (and fucking gorgeous) single mother, Viola, and her eventually wanting to join Josie, Brooke and I in our unconventional poly relationship... but I wouldn't have traded a moment of it for *anything*. Getting to see Sarah blossom over the course of senior year had been one of the most exciting things I'd gotten to see, and I was looking forward to seeing where she would go from here.

While Brooke and Josie were out for the entire run of Spring Break, Sarah was only out for *most* of it, as her and her mother were hosting a foreign exchange student and wanted to show her the sights California had to offer while she was here. Though I was looking forward to better getting to know the exchange student they were hosting, Maeve, I was even more eager to see Sarah when she returned.

I was just hoping she'd be as enthusiastic to see me as I was her.

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"FUCK ME, RYAN, FUCK ME HARDER WITH THAT HUGE FUCKING COCK!!!" Sarah groaned, pushing back against me as I fucked her from behind, her body shaking with each thrust as she braced herself on her hands and knees.

So, yeah, you could say that Sarah was as excited to see me as I was her.

The moment I saw her standing in my doorway on that Friday morning of Spring Break, I knew there wouldn't be much in the way of pleasantries before we made our way to my bedroom. At a petite and tight 5'2", Sarah stood in my doorway looking at once cute and sexy as fuck, her wavy, shoulder-length blonde hair framing a cute, eager face that looked up at me with an expression somewhere between excitement and hunger. Her green eyes practically sparkled beneath her horn-rimmed glasses, while she bit her lip expectantly. She had come prepared for the day, it seemed, wearing a tight red t-shirt that hugged her pert B-cup breasts tightly, while cut high enough to show how tight her bare abs were. Coupled with the cut-off jean shorts that showed off her toned, shapely legs... well, she was about as mouthwatering a sight as I could imagine... and I had a fairly active imagination.

"Is your dad home?" she asked on seeing me.

"No," I answered.

"Good," Sarah replied, practically jumping me in the doorway.

You can likely fill in the gaps from here as the two of us fumbled our way to my bedroom, making out and shedding items of clothing along the way until we wound up in my bed, naked and fucking like we hadn't seen each other in years, and not just a matter of days, catching up with that whole in media res bit I introduced for you earlier.

"Fuck... harder..." Sarah grunted, pushing back against me. "Spank me... spank me a little..."

"Yeah?" I asked, raising my hand. "Like this?"

SMACK!

Sarah moaned lusciously, squeezing my cock with her pussy and pushing back against me even harder.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

"Yes! Yes! *Fucking* yes! Oh, goddamn, this is good, this is so fucking good, keep going, keep going, keep fucking me... yes... yes, fuuuuuuuuuuck yeeeeeeeeeeeeesss!!!" she groaned, letting loose as she came uncontrollably on my cock once again.

This had been her third time cumming since we'd begun fucking today, and knowing her, she was far from letting up anytime soon. She did collapse to the bed for a moment, briefly sapped of energy in the wake of her most recent orgasm and just resting in this face down, ass up position, but I knew she would be up and ready in no time.

Slowing my fuck, I gently pulled out of her, rolling Sarah onto her back. I looked down at her, taken by her beauty in this state, looking thoroughly and freshly fucked, and yet ever so ready for more. Sarah had never ceased to impress me, and the way she looked up at me, so eager, so hungry, and yet so *loving*... I couldn't help but feel the greatest surge of affection for this girl I loved so deeply.

I spread her legs and climbed atop her, sliding my cock back into her pussy. Sarah wrapped her powerful legs behind my back, ensuring that I was well locked into place, looking up into my eyes and smiling excitedly as I fucked her. I kept my pace slow and methodical, catching my breath, but also wanting to savor this moment, looking down at her and taking her in. It was like I was seeing Sarah again for the first time, and couldn't help but love what I saw.

"God, I've missed you..." I said, kissing her deeply. "Fuck, I love you..."

"I love you, too... and I can tell you've missed me..." she giggled, continuing to squeeze my cock with her pussy. "Though the fact that I haven't drained you yet... god, you must have been well taken care of while I've been away..."

That was putting it mildly... and Sarah knew that. I felt forever blessed that my girlfriends all rather got off on my (and, for that matter, each other's) sexual exploits outside of our relationship, as it allowed me to embrace everything that Spring Break had brought to me so far... I'd gotten to share some truly memorable days with Haley, Olivia, Sabrina and Tori and April, and I was greatly looking forward to seeing whatever Sarah had planned. In the rare moments where we'd gotten a word or two out, she'd hinted at having a plan for tonight, and that until then we'd be fucking, which sounded like a great day to me.

"I haven't been ignored," I admitted, pumping into her insistently, loving the way Sarah moaned with every thrust. "And I doubt you've been fully without, either..."

"Oh yeah?" Sarah laughed, kissing me and squeezing my ass with her legs, encouraging me to fuck her harder. "You think that I've somehow gotten action while going on a trip with Mom and Maeve?"

I raised an eyebrow, laughing. "You *have* seen Maeve, right?"

Maeve O'Brien was the foreign exchange student staying with the Kents, a hot, 18-year-old redhead from Ireland who had a blunt directness that somehow accentuated her already impressive beauty, and put her together with a girl as horny and ravenous as Sarah...

"Okay, okay, you caught me," Sarah moaned, playfully squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles. "Maeve and I shared rooms when we were going around, showing her the sights, and, yeah... we had some fun together... fuck, that girl knows how to fuck... you should really hit her up sometime, I know she interested in what I've told her about you."

"Sounds like fun," I replied, kissing her. "Threesome?"

She giggled. "Eventually, maybe... but I think as part of her trip here, it'd be best if she had some alone time with you, like, really got a chance to know what your big, American cock is like..."

"I mean, on that, I can be one hell of a tour guide," I chuckled, reaching up to squeeze one of Sarah's breasts while I fucked her. "I don't think showing her around this cock's gonna be an issue for me."

"I didn't think it would be... and I think the two of you could do many a great and dirty thing together," Sarah replied, smiling mischievously. "But that's *after* today..."

With her deceptively powerful muscles, Sarah rolled us over so that she was now on top of me, bracing her knees against the bed so she could ride me. She looked down at me with that sweet confidence that I'd feel forever honored for watching blossom over the course of the year, rolling her tight stomach in a move that seemed like something out of a belly-dancing demonstration, before she began to bounce up and down on my cock again. Sarah had always been one of my more energetic, athletic lovers, and watching her like this, taking such effortless command of the situation... well, I have to say, it was an insane turn-on to see.

I ran my hands up her body, cupping Sarah's bouncing tits and squeezing them, pinching her nipples and making her moan while she rode me. Though I loved that look of ecstasy on her face, my eyes couldn't help but be drawn to that wonderful, impossible-seeming sight as my thick cock stretched her pretty shaved pussy to the max. It was an insane sight to behold, especially for a girl as tight and petite as Sarah, and yet she rode me effortlessly, taking more than half of my cock with each bounce and making this dance we danced look painfully erotic.

With a sweet little smile, Sarah reached down and began to finger her clit as she rode me, bouncing more quickly.

"I'm... gonna cum again, soon... how about you?" she asked.

"Uh huh..." I agreed, feeling the pressure building in my balls. "Where do you want it?"

Sarah bit her lip, rolling her eyes upward in consideration. "Hmmm... so many good options... but maybe this time..."

She dropped forward, bracing her hands against the bed on either side of my head. Sarah kissed me, then, smiling, leaned in so she could whisper in my ear.

"I've been dying for another creampie..." she groaned.

"Yeah?" I asked, fucking back harder.

"Yeah... come on, Ryan, fucking do it... fill my cunt with your cum... I want it... I *need* it... give it to me, give me your fucking load, come on, pound me and fill your girlfriend's slutty cunt with cum... I want it... I want it... you know you want it, and I want it, so fucking give it to me!" Sarah growled, fucking my cock with an impressive savagery.

I wrapped my arms around her, running my hands up and down her back as I fucked back up into her. There was a beautiful familiarity to this act with Sarah, that no matter how many times we did this, it always felt fresh and exciting, and that we'd never be able to get enough of each other. There was a difficult to describe quality to our sex, where it felt like, more than many, we were particularly well-suited for each other. It drove our sex, pushing us further and harder and always wanting more of each other... fuck, it drove me absolutely wild.

I kissed Sarah passionately, squeezing her ass as we fucked with a growing intensity. I could feel Sarah's orgasm growing, building deep inside of her until she could contain it no more...

Though it had been building for a while, when her orgasm came, it came suddenly. I could feel her tensing for all of a moment before she bucked against me, crying out loudly as she shook and shivered against me, her pussy clenching down on my cock. I gave her a couple more thrusts into this before I removed my own restraints, cumming explosively inside of her. An overwhelming bliss flowed over me as we continued to fuck against each other, feeling my cock emptying inside of her until there was little else she could take from me.

I collapsed to the bed, and Sarah was not far behind me, her weight dropping onto mine as she whimpered and desperately tried to catch her breath.

"Fuck..." she murmured, wiggling her hips against me.

"Agreed," I said, kissing her slowly and sweetly as the two of us came down from the intensity of what had just happened.

Sarah still struggled to fully catch her breath, but she made no effort to leave my cock, looking up into my eyes with a giddy satisfaction, smiling cutely.

"Fuck, I needed that like you wouldn't believe," she continued, kissing my chest before planting another quick kiss on my lips.

I chuckled. "I think I get it... at least some of it... you were pretty fucking horny there."

"Like you wouldn't believe... don't get me wrong, I got some good pussy the last few days with Maeve barely giving me a moment to breathe, but sometimes even when you're drowning in the best pussy in the world, you need some quality cock," Sarah replied, playfully squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles. "And they don't get much more quality than *this*."

Pleasantly, I growled. "You're just trying to get me up and running again so I can fuck you again, aren't you?"

Playfully, she looked off to the side. "Correction: I'm trying to get you up and running again so you can fuck my *ass*... if that helps any."

I smiled. "I mean... that certainly doesn't hurt."

"I didn't think it would," Sarah replied, climbing off of my cock.

We both let out little sounds of protest as we were no longer conjoined, but with Sarah's determination, this was not a condition that we would have to endure for long. She slid down my body, kissing her way with every inch of my body she slid down until she was between my legs, her face next to my softening cock and smiling up at me with an infectious radiance. I couldn't tell you for the life of me how I'd gotten so fucking lucky to have a girl so fucking perfect as my girlfriend, but seeing her like this, I could only think of one thing to say.

"Fuck, I love you," I said, laughing in awe of the whole situation.

Kissing my balls, Sarah giggled. "Awww, I fucking love you too!"

Taking my cock in hand, she began gently stroking me while sucking on my balls. This close to my last orgasm, I was in a thoroughly overstimulated state, and found it difficult to focus on anything *but* what she was doing to me, but that didn't mean I wasn't loving it. Sarah knew well how to please me, and by doing this she was able to help me recharge in what felt like record time.

With my cock hard again, she stroked me eagerly, looking up at me with a bright smile as she spread precum around.

"Now, *that's* what I'm talking about," she practically purred, continuing to stroke my cock.

"You've got... ohgod... a fucking gift for that," I groaned, gently thrusting up against her hand.

"And you've got a gift for getting hard *way* faster than most guys could ever dream of, so I think we're both in a pretty great place when it comes to receiving presents," Sarah chuckled, leaning in to suck on my balls some more.

I groaned, running a hand through her hair as she did this. I would have been content with *just* doing this, as I would have been for doing quite literally *anything* with Sarah, but the day certainly took an interesting turn when she let my balls go with an audible "POP", smiling up at me while still stroking my cock with that same deliberate eagerness.

There was something to that smile that I had a hard time placing at first (it's easy to have a hard time placing things when you're getting a handjob from an expert), but when I had a brief moment of clarity, I understood *exactly* where I knew that look.

That was a look of mischief, one that might have even promised hijinks. While that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, especially when Sarah was concerned, it was certainly one that begged a few questions.

"You're up to something," I proposed, looking down at her with some amusement.

"Me, up to something?" Sarah chuckled. "However could you think that?"

"I mean, we're dating, and we're friends... I know when you've got a look that says you're up to something," I explained, smiling and groaning when she once again briefly took my balls into her mouth.

"Well... Spring Break is supposed to be all about adventures, right?" she proposed, looking up at me with sparkling eyes. "And while a day of just the two of us fucking like rabbits sounds like a fine adventure to me, and I think we could have a lot of fun doing that and *only* that... I have a little money saved up from odd jobs and from Mom giving me a bit of a stipend while we were out taking our trip with Maeve, money that I'd like to put toward an adventure for the two of us tonight, if you'd be interested."

I'd been on my share of adventures this week, and the prospect of simply sharing a day in bed with my loving girlfriend honestly sounded good, but with a look of mischief so acute on her face, and curious at what her definition of an adventure was, I had to ask some more questions.

"What've you got in mind?" I asked.

Smiling, Sarah let go of my cock and slid off my bed, rooting through my nearby nightstand so she could pull out a bottle of lube. Smiling at me, she hopped back up onto the bed and squeezed a generous amount of the cool gel onto my cock before setting the bottle aside and stroking it onto me I groaned as she spread the pleasantly slick liquid around, pumping up into her hands as she looked down at me eagerly.

"Unless things have changed since I was away, and I feel like you would have told me if they had changed given how close the concept is to my heart and all that... you've never been to a strip club before, have you?" Sarah asked.

Sarah would never have any trouble getting my attention, but if she wanted to get it more than usual, she certainly got it. Given that Sarah's mother, Viola, was a former (and still part-time, to the best of my understanding) stripper who also taught pole dancing classes, and that Sarah had taken enough of those lessons to be a pretty great pole dancer herself, I knew that there was always the faint theme of stripping when it came to the Kent household. I'd been tempted more than once to consider heading over to the club to see Viola dance (and, hopefully, for the two of us to get up to some of that fun we were more familiar with), but hadn't really pulled the trigger on that yet to a variety of nerves.

Sarah bringing it up now, like this... well, it was something that I honestly hadn't expected, but she certainly had me curious for.

"No, that hasn't changed," I hissed, dropping my head back for how good it felt to have her hands on me like this.

"Do you want it to?" she asked, keeping her voice measured, but curious. "Tonight, I mean? Like I said, I've got some money saved up, and if you could get some cash together as well to make sure we've got enough to go around, I think the two of us could have a lot of fun there... it's the Flashpoint Club, down by the community college, you know it?"

I knew I'd heard about it from Viola, and had certainly seen it in passing when I was on that side of town for one reason or another, but had never seriously considered going into it.

"I know... *of* it..." I explained.

"Cool!" Sarah replied.

She stopped stroking my cock just then, crawling down the bed on all fours before turning around and presenting her ass to me. She wiggled it with a skilled perfection, thoroughly enticing and bringing around a growing lust inside of me that was difficult to contain. Sarah knew exactly what she was doing to me, of course, and what she could get me to do from here. I got up on my knees behind her, sliding my cock between her ass cheeks as she playfully squeezed me, grinding back against my cock.

With a casual excitement, Sarah explained, "So... it's an eighteen and over club, so all you really gotta do is bring some kind of ID that can prove that, but beyond that... yeah, I think it'll be a good time... I've been a few times already, and I gotta say, it can get pretty fucking hot in there... sexy-wise, I mean, not temperature-wise, since they control that pretty well in there and- ah, FUCK!"

Alright, so maybe I shouldn't have pushed my cockhead into her tight asshole while she was still talking to me if I wanted her to finish the thought, but she looked so fucking good in that position... I could hardly resist. Though, now that I was inside her like this, feeling her tightest hole wrapped around my cock and threatening to break me, I hardly felt like I was in the dominant position anymore. I couldn't say how many times I'd fucked Sarah's ass by this point, but every time I did, she always managed to take my breath away.

Steeling myself, I pushed forward, feeding every inch into her ass a bit at a time until my balls rested up against her pussy. Sarah whimpered pleasantly as I bottomed out inside of her, looking over her shoulder at me with a soft smile that also managed to look one hell of a lot like triumph.

She looked so beautiful, I couldn't help but lean down on top of her and kiss her, the two of us making out like this for a moment before I pulled most of the way out, then thrust back inside of her. Sarah moaned out loud... certainly louder than my own groan, but enough to make her pleasure clear. Sarah *always* made her pleasure clear... fuck, I loved her.

I straightened up behind her, gripping her hips tightly as I began to thrust in and out of her ass, pumping in rhythmically. Sarah rocked her hips, grunting and pushing back against me as I fucked her and, in general, finding a way of making this rough act look fucking beautiful.

"So... you wanna go to a strip club?" I asked, squeezing her ass as I thrust into her.

Sarah moaned. "I mean... yeah... I wanna go to a strip club with *you*... I know it's one of those things that can be... fuck... intimidating, if you don't know what you're getting into, but once you get in and give it a try, yeah, it can be... ohfuck, keep going, like that... fuck... fuck me harder... once you get into the club, it's a really fun place... there's some great dancers here, mostly college girls and the like, hot as fuck... some can even hold a good conversation..."

SMACK!

Her ass looked so good as I fucked into it that I just had to spank Sarah at least once. She yowled pleasantly, squeezing my cock with her ass muscles and almost making me bust then and there. Thank fuck my last orgasm hadn't been that long ago. I did fuck her harder, however, which seemed like what both of us wanted all along in this equation.

A potential complication hit me then, so I asked, "Your... fuckfuckfuck... your mom's not gonna be there tonight, is she?"

Sarah laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder so she could look at me again. "Yeah, I bet you'd fucking love that... but no, I made sure this was a night she wouldn't be working when I asked you... I know how much fun you'd have fucking both of us in one day, and that if I let her get her claws in you that she'd take you and wear you out, and that that'd be fun for both of you, I'm sure, but this day, you're fucking *mine*... well, mine and if we find another dancer we both really like, I'll split you with her, too."

I raised an eyebrow at the thought of that. Clearly, there was a lot more about strip clubs that I needed to learn before we headed over to one tonight, but with Sarah by my side, I was happy to learn.

I pumped into her ass, grinning down at her as she smiled at me. "Sounds like you've got some experience."

Sarah chuckled, then groaned, dropping her head forward. "A little... not like I've got *that* much money to go around, but I've gone a few times since I turned eighteen... it's a bit weird being one of the only girls in the audience when it's mostly guys there, but I get a lot of different attention from the dancers."

"Yeah?" I asked, smacking her on the ass again.

"Mmm, fuck... god, you fuck my ass so good," she moaned, pushing back against me.

"That sounds more like you're avoiding answering me," I said playfully, smacking her ass again.

Sarah mewled, then continued. "Well, it's hard to think sometimes, when sex is happening and you've got a cock all the way up your ass, and it's this good... but... yeah, I get a lot of different attention from the dancers. Some of them don't know what to make of me, don't really know how to dance for girls because they're working with cocks all day, and cocks are easy..."

"Easy?" I asked, looking down at the beautifully obscene sight of my thick cock stretching her tight asshole to its limit.

"Easy to get off," she clarified. "Not necessarily easy to take..."

"Gotcha," I grunted, groping her ass.

"Uh huh..." Sarah continued, moaning. "But... but... that's only some of the dancers... there's a bunch who also really like it when there's a girl around, means they get to try something new, and those that know how to touch me... I mean, it makes for some good times for me, and I think if you're there too... I think that both of us are gonna have some *really* good times."

She painted an enticing picture, I'll admit, but at the same time, I also felt a certain sting of anxiety at the prospect of going to a strip club because... well, why *was* I feeling that, actually? I mean, yeah, there's the whole "taboo" and "adult" nature of it all, but I was 18, and had already done all sorts of crazy shit this year that those arguments really shouldn't have affected my judgment like that. Still, some complexes are harder to shake than others, and this was certainly one of those ones that was challenging to shake...

But I wouldn't be doing this alone. I had Sarah here with me, and this wasn't something that seemed to worry her at all... Sarah, the girl I'd always thought to be one of the shyest people I knew, seemed perfectly at ease with the prospect of leading me into a strip club... this was going to be interesting.

Feeling my cock swell and wanting to be in the moment rather than focusing on anything that got close to resembling anxiety, I asked, "So... any chance of getting to see you up on stage and taking to the pole?"

Sarah laughed through her moans. "Not yet... I haven't looked up all the details, but I think you gotta be 21 in California to take the stage, but believe me, when I'm up there, you'd be hard-pressed to tear me away... as soon as I can dance, I'm gonna make sure I can make it through college without student loans breaking me."

"That's my girlfriend," I chuckled, leaning down to kiss her again.

"You're damn right," she replied, kissing me back. "Are you..."

"Yeah..." I replied.

"Me too..." Sarah moaned, tensing as she pushed back against me. "Come on, do it... fill my ass... fill my ass while I cum, come on, Ryan, please... please, fuck my ass until I cum... fuck my ass until I cum and fill me with your cum... come on, do it, do it, please, please, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder..."

There have been fewer requests in life that I've found it easier to comply with. I straightened out one last time, gripping Sarah's hips tightly as I pounded away at her tight asshole with a fury that only pushed her closer and closer to the precipice. She grunted and groaned animalistically, pushing back against me, one hand between her legs as she aggressively fingered her clit. I could feel my own explosion building, wanting to hold it off long enough to see her go first. I loved to see any woman I was with cum, of course, but there was something with Sarah, seeing this girl who normally seemed so shy and restrained from the outside just completely cut loose, that always made her orgasms feel all the more special when I was able to help coax them out of her.

Despite some fears that I might cum too soon, I held the line just long enough it seemed. When she came, Sarah broke down quickly, dropping to the bed as she quivered and shook and moaned, her body shuddering uncontrollably as the intense orgasm passed through her. The way her ass squeezed me, I was given no choice but to join her, pumping what felt like a massive load inside of her clutching asshole.

I let the bliss flow over me for a moment before I pulled out of her, taking a moment to enjoy the deliciously dirty sight of her stretched-out asshole positively dripping my cum, before I collapsed next to her and tried to catch my breath.

Sarah's turned onto face me, her eyes fluttering open as a giddy little smile overtook her face.

"Mmm, I've *really* missed that," she groaned, reaching a hand between her thighs to tease her overstimulated pussy, sending another jolt of pleasure through her body.

Enjoying the show, I replied, "You and me both..."

That giddy smile nowhere close to leaving her face, Sarah closed the distance between us and kissed me, her lips locking onto mine as we made out in the afterglow.

Everything about this felt good... felt *right*. Basking in the afterglow of some energetic sex with my loving girlfriend, I felt pretty fucking great about myself. When I broke our kiss, it was only so I could push back just enough to look at her properly and take in her beauty. Sarah... fuck, there was nobody quite like her. Fuck going out, fuck adventure, all I wanted to do was stay here with her today like this, the two of us basking in each other's presence while we fucked and talked and just spent the day being together. That, quite honestly, sounded like my idea of heaven... but when she looked at me like that, so pretty and hopeful and excited and horny all at once, I also knew that this wasn't a girl that I could ever deny anything.

"So... now that we're not caught up in, well, that... we're still going to a strip club?" I asked, chuckling softly.

"Uh huh!" Sarah enthused, before just as quickly backing off. "I mean, if you still want to..."

"I do... I think... I'm just, you know, a little nervous; it's a new experience for me," I explained.

"A 'grown-up' experience? Is that what has you nervous?" she asked, still smiling.

I let out a breath of relief. "Yeah. Is that silly? It's silly, isn't it?"

Sarah kissed me, then laughed. "Oh, fuck no... I was terrified the first time I went."

"Yeah?" I asked, feeling an even greater relief wash over me to know I wasn't alone in this.

"Yeah," she admitted, smiling at me sweetly. "Yeah... I wanted to go more than anything, because it was something I'd been curious to check out for a long time, but when the time came where I decided to go for the first time? Yeah, I was terrified... I kept looking around, thinking people would know I was a fucking fraud, and that I shouldn't be there, and that I'd get in trouble... but after they checked my ID and let me in, all they really cared about was whether or not I had money and was enjoying the show. Truth be told, once I got past that initial fear, I had a great time, and I think you will, too..."

"I'm... I'm sure you're right about that," I said, reaching out to squeeze her breast lovingly. "But I'm still gonna be glad to have you there, make sure I don't chicken out when I get to the door or anything."

She smirked. "I mean, if that's what you want, then, yeah, I'll certainly help you there."

Grinning at her, I said, "Thanks."

Sarah kissed me, slowly and deeply, the feel of her and her mere presence with me managing to calm me and make me feel better. I won't say that it took away *all* the hesitation I might have had toward tonight's excursion, but with her by my side... well, I knew I was going to be alright.

"No problem," Sarah replied, smiling at me cutely. "If you want, I can talk you through some Strip Club Etiquette 101 to make sure you have as good a time as you can..."

Though I'd already gotten some of that with some of my previous rendezvous with Viola, I replied, "Alright... tell me what I need to know."

***

Though I would've certainly enjoyed some more fooling around with Sarah before we went to the club, she thought I'd enjoy myself more if I saved myself up for a bit before we went and had some fun, reasoning that the two of us could go properly crazy on each other after we got all hot and bothered at the club. It was particularly a challenge restraining myself while the two of us showered together, but in spite of some heated glances and kisses and even the occasional grope, Sarah kept me good and honest, and briefed me on some of the finer points of strip club etiquette. There wasn't as much to it as I'd inflated in my imagination, of course, but what tips she could offer me sounded helpful.

While I got dressed in a clean polo shirt and a comfortable pair of khakis (since jeans were evidently a big no-no if you wanted women grinding on you), I felt a lot more formal than I usually would have liked, but what the hell, special occasions sometimes demanded a special costume. Sarah busted out a flowy little black dress that I'd never seen on her before, one that stopped just above her knees and looked like it was made of light enough material that you could probably ball it up in your fist and still have room to spare. With her applying a little makeup and teasing her hair out a little, looking up at me with those dazzling eyes peeking out from behind her glasses, I couldn't lie, she looked absolutely stunning. I was tempted, again, to just spend the evening fucking her silly and saying to hell with the club... but this was something that she really wanted, and there was no way I was going to deny Sarah her expedition to the Flashpoint Club.

So, when the sun began to set, I followed Sarah to her car, sitting in the passenger seat as she started driving us over to the club. Playfully, she cued up a playlist on her phone of club-like music, featuring an interesting mix of pop, rock and rap, none of it quite as fast as I would have expected, but all of it having a nice beat and enough bass to send her car vibrating. She kept shooting me the cutest little speculative glances as she drove, always trying to make sure that I was okay and into this, and while I was, there was no denying that the closer we got, the more intimidating it got. I'd done some truly crazy shit this year, and somehow the thought of actually going to a strip club this night was getting me more scared than... well, just about anything outside of some asshole wanting to fight me. If it were any other circumstances, I probably would have laughed it off, but with Sarah here beside me, I knew I was going to be fine no matter what happened.

I hadn't looked the place up online before we got there, so I didn't know what to expect by the time we reached the Flashpoint Club. Whatever image I'd built up in my imagination for what the club would actually look like, though, couldn't have been further from the truth than the reality. Located in a fairly plain-looking strip mall (no pun intended), the Flashpoint Club didn't look all that different from all the other businesses around it, save for its black paint job, the completely darkened windows, and its pink neon sign above the front door acting as *just* suggestive enough for what might be inside. As we walked toward the club after parking, I started to get further hints that the club wasn't like other businesses, from the well-dressed, and very large, man standing out front as security, and the loud, bass-heavy music that vibrated the windows. I felt a little of that tension swell in my chest once again, but with Sarah squeezing my hand and leading me onward, there was no way I could back out now.

"Get your ID ready," she said as we approached the bouncer, quickly reaching into her purse.

By the time we reached the bouncer, I already had my wallet and ID out, with Sarah not too far behind. The massive man who looked like his glower could crack ice waved us through into a small lobby where the music was distinctly louder.

The lobby itself had almost as subdued an appearance as the outside, though with a bit more of a hint of what was to come. The walls were colored a muted maroon, with large, framed posters of naked women (most likely featured dancers) on the walls, giving us a nice view of what was to come. Behind the front desk was a wall of a middle-aged African-American man wearing a black suit, his eyes quick and cunning and his head shaved. I'd seen some big guys before, but this one almost looked as wide as he was tall (and he was *tall*), solidly muscle, like he could break me in half with his pinky if he felt motivated.

I meant to give this man no motivation to do anything of the sort.

Before he fully took us in, he began what was clearly his regular spiel, "Welcome to the Flashpoint Club, before you go any further, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to see some IDs and- oh, hey Sarah!"

The bouncer's demeanor went from stern to friendly in the blink of an eye, which certainly threw me for a loop.

"Hey, Linus!" Sarah said brightly. "I told you I was gonna bring my boyfriend one of these days, so, here he is!"

Linus looked me over in a bit of disbelief before smiling. "Well, alright then. I know you know how all of this goes, Sarah, but I gotta say what I gotta say before I can let either of you in... you know how it is."

"Of course," Sarah answered, smiling.

I probably had to ask her exactly how many times she'd been here to already be on a first name basis with one of the bouncers, but that was a question for later. Still feeling thoroughly intimidated, I looked up at the massive Linus as he outlined what we had to do.

"Alright, this is a fully nude club, so there's no alcohol served inside," Linus explained. "I'm gonna have to check your IDs, get your entrance fee and give you a quick security sweep before we can let you in. I know you're cool, Sarah, but are you gonna be any kinda problem, young man? Because I don't wanna be dragging you out of here if I don't have to."

His tone was joking, but I felt the need to gulp dramatically anyway to keep the fear at bay. "No... no sir, I'm not gonna be any kind of problem."

His smile brightening, Linus said, "Good, then welcome to the Flashpoint Club."

True to his word, he quickly checked and scanned our IDs before taking our cover charge, then ran us both through a quick wanding with a metal detector to make sure neither of us was carrying anything we ought not to be carrying. After Sarah's briefing on this, I felt well-prepared for this step, even if it was intimidating as hell to have this enormous, intimidating man standing over us. Still, for Sarah he had a distinctly sweet smile, which I found comforting; if this show of force was just to scare off the potential assholes who might cause problems if they were to enter the club, and I had no intention of causing any trouble... well, for the dancers' sake, I was glad that they had a guy like Linus looking out for them.

Once these mandatory steps were finished, however, Linus waved the two of us past toward the door inside.

"You kids have fun in there, just not *too* much fun," he said, chuckling kindly.

Smiling at me, Sarah stepped forward and opened the door leading into the club.

"You ready?" she asked.

Nodding, I returned the grin and replied, "Ready as I'll ever be..."

The moment I stepped over the threshold into the club, I was conscious of two things quickly: the darkness, and the volume. As soon as the door closed behind me, I was distinctly aware of how dark the club itself was, though my eyes quickly adjusted, especially once I rounded the corner into the club proper and could see the swirling, multi-colored lights that moved around the main stage. The music that played was of a slow, bass-heavy club variety, and playing slightly too loud to have much of a coherent conversation, but maybe in a place like this, that was the idea.

It was all so overwhelming at first, I squeezed Sarah's hand, doing a quick lay of the land. At the center of the club was the elevated and well-lit main stage with a pair of dancing poles stretching from floor to ceiling, surrounded by chairs so those who wanted to get up close and personal with the strippers could get a good look up at them. Off to one side there was a bar, where a scantily-clad woman in black operated the cash register and served out no-doubt overly expensive drinks, while on the other side of the club were a few visible rows of plush chairs. Dark, but prominent, hallways led off from either end of the club, which certainly looked rather curious. There were a few guys either at the bar or sitting around the stage, but most sat in the plush chairs.

Otherwise, the club was populated by dancers... and oh were they a sight to behold. There were nearly a dozen of them, milling around or wandering, a couple blondes, a few Asians and Latinas, a black girl, a pale, dark-haired and skinny woman with glasses and a bunch of tattoos. Some were skinny, some were fuller, some had small breasts and some had very, *very* large breasts. It was a veritable buffet for the senses, particularly since all of them were wearing various forms of light lingerie that barely looked like it was capable of staying on their luscious forms. A particularly busty Latina was on stage, already quite naked as she writhed against one of the stripper poles in time with the music.

I was nervous only a few seconds ago, but seeing this... well, in its own strange way, it almost felt like I was home.

"This is *awesome*," I said.

"Oh, you haven't seen the half of it!" Sarah exclaimed, taking me by the hand. "Want me to give you the tour?"

"Please," I said, smiling at her with an excitement that had felt elusive not long ago.

"The chairs around the stage are just if you wanna watch the stage show; get your singles ready there," she explained to me, leading me past a pair of dancers with ease. "But if you want a lap dance, or something a little longer, you get in the chairs away from the stage; it lets the dancers know what you're looking for."

I looked at the plush chairs, suddenly understanding why the guys sat there, several of them already engaged in negotiations with dancers.

"Good to know," I replied.

"The hallways lead to the areas for lap dances and private dances... and, yeah, that's about it; everything else is what you see is what you get," Sarah said, grinning. "So, what do you want to do first?"

I thought about this, which was no small task considering the volume of the music making thinking in general pretty hard.

"What would you suggest?" I asked.

"Well, I can tell you're into all this, but if there's still some nerves you need to get out of your system, why don't we park ourselves by the stage for a bit? See if you can find some favorites before we get down to the lap dance part of the evening?" she suggested.

That made a lot of sense. "Sure, let's do that."

Finding a set of seats that gave us some distance between us and the other attendees sitting around the stage, Sarah and I sat down just as the song was finishing up and the dancer in front of us finished her set, collecting her underwear and a collection of gathered singles from the stage.

Now, just as I was about to get comfortable and look forward to the next dancer, the blaring voice of the DJ came in over the speakers. I don't know how many of you reading this have or haven't been to a strip club before, but it seems like strip club DJs have their own language of half-shouted words and parts of words that are best spoken at about a few thousand miles per hour. It startled me so greatly that first time that I couldn't hear a damn thing he said, though as soon as it was over, Sarah and I exchanged an amused glance and a laugh.

"Were those words?" I asked.

"Mostly," Sarah clarified. "Basically, he said that topless dances are twenty dollars, nudes are forty, ask the girls for their specials if you wanna go to a retreat or a VIP dance, don't forget to tip, and the next girl on stage is the lovely Georgia."

"You got all that out of that wall of speech?" I replied.

She shrugged. "I mean, Mom's been taking me here since I hit eighteen on nights when she had to work and if I had nothing else to do... so, yeah, I've learned how to translate 'Strip Club DJ' as a language. Wish I could get some college credit for it."

I chuckled. "I mean, you could always ask."

"Maybe I should," Sarah laughed, looking at me with the most adoring eyes. "Feeling better?"

With a relieved sigh, I answered, "Yeah... I think so."

"Well, then wait until we get a few dances in, I think you'll feel even better after getting some proper T&A," she said, grinning.

After a brief beat, I replied, "Have I ever told you how perfect a girlfriend you are?"

"Maybe a few times, but more never hurts," Sarah chuckled, leaning in to give me a quick kiss. "Now let's watch the show... Georgia's actually pretty fucking hot."

Georgia was, in fact, every bit as hot as Sarah promised. A pale, leggy woman with a slim body and some nice C-cup breasts, she looked to be in her early 20s and had bobbed cut, dyed green hair. Georgia walked the stage like she owned it, commanding our attention and walking in some impressively high heels with seemingly no difficulty whatsoever. She made her rounds of the various guys sitting around, gyrating her body in time with the music while getting offered the occasional singles.

When she made it over to Sarah and I, though, a sly smile crossed the dancer's face as she knelt down in front of us, writhing and dancing and running her hands over her body. She pulled off her top, revealing her deliciously bare breasts to us, before leaning in and pushing them into Sarah's face. Sarah, quite naturally, rather enjoyed this, smiling like a fool and setting some singles on the stage. Rather enjoying the show myself, I had no problem doing the same, feeling a certain regret when Georgia had to leave us and go attend to the other customers.

"She's not rubbing her tits in everyone's faces," I observed.

"Yeah..." Sarah said, looking a little bashful. "Like I said, they're not used to a lot of women showing up in the audience here... at least ones who haven't been dragged here by boyfriends who don't know any better. The ones who are visibly enjoying themselves, though... well, they tend to get a lot of attention, and I *like* getting that attention."

Undeniably hard from the sight of Sarah with this dancer, I said, "I like seeing you get that attention, too... it's fucking hot."

With a delightful little smirk, she replied, "I knew you'd have a good time here."

"You know me well," I said, smiling at her and squeezing her hand.

Though I may have been somewhat uncertain on what she was saying, over the course of the next few dancers, Sarah was, of course, proven right time and again as the dancers gave the pair of us some welcomed extra attention.

A petite Asian dancer named Melody stopped by us and gave a nice lingering dance in front of Sarah and me, playfully caressing Sarah's cheek and giving us a sweet little smile.

A busty black Amazon of a woman who went by the stage name Elite parked in front of us for quite a while, gyrating her full ass at us and getting more than a few singles out of Sarah and me.

A slender redhead with surprisingly big tits who went by the name Cindy kept Sarah's face between her tits for so long that I could have sworn that she was going to smother my girlfriend, not that she seemed to mind that as a way of going out.

Truth be told, it seemed like having Sarah with me was something that worked out well for both of us, as she was an exquisite strip club wingman, attracting dancers over to both of us while I got to reap the rewards of the extra show. I couldn't read the minds of the fellow patrons, but I liked to think that they might have been a little jealous of the attention that we were receiving.

Every time we were between songs or dancers, Sarah would look at me with this absolute love in her eyes, and I couldn't help but return it. I wanted to kiss her... *needed* to kiss her, to make out with my girlfriend and do all sorts of dirty fucking things to her. Getting to watch this parade of beautiful depravity was having the desired effect in me, I think, because I wanted nothing more than to fuck her into oblivion right now, but I also knew that we were only just getting started in here, and that there was plenty more to enjoy. There were a lot of girls visible here, after all, and I wasn't ready to miss out on any of the entertainment yet.

This became a *little* more challenging when the next dancer came on stage. She was stunning, to be sure... a busty blonde with long, flowing hair, E-cup tits that strained her tiny pink bikini top, and legs that went on for miles, only stopped by her epic thong-clad ass. Her 5'7" height was only more impressive for the stripper heels she wore, while her skin was covered with a number of tattoos that certainly showed a certain appealing adventurousness. Her face was probably more made up than it needed to be, but with big blue eyes, dainty features and full lips that were currently curled in a playful little smile, it was clear that she was still rather stunning regardless of makeup.

It was when I looked up from her body to her face that I was struck by the sudden realization that I knew this woman... not well, to be sure, but I had seen her in passing in the past on a number of occasions that I'd have rather forgotten. I never consciously thought I'd see her again, but here she was, live and on stage and about to get naked in front of Sarah and me and everyone else who'd come out tonight for a good show.

Though the DJ may have introduced the busty blonde standing before me as "Amber," I knew her real name to be Tasha Bowman, the 23-year-old older sister of my longtime school bully, Kyle Bowman. During the years I'd spent doing Kyle's homework in fear of a beating, I'd often have to go over to his house to drop it off, and I'd seen Tasha plenty in passing. She was always something of the family's golden child to my understanding, even more so than Kyle himself, and I doubted anyone would believe she would be here of all places, let alone looking like *this*.

I might have smiled a dark little grin on recognizing her. I'd already enjoyed the pleasure of having fucked Kyle's mom not long ago, and getting to see his sister like this... well, it felt like a little more karmic justice from the universe suddenly flowing my way.

Leaning over to Sarah, I asked her, "Do you know her, too?"

She shook her head. "Not one of the girls I've seen here before, but she's got some skills, so she's definitely been doing this for a while. Hot, too..."

"That's Kyle Bowman's sister," I explained, trying to keep too much glee from my voice.

Sarah looked over the dancer in front of us, skeptical. "No fucking way."

Sarah looked at Tasha long and hard, trying to see what I had seen in her, while I explained everything I knew and how I was certain of this. Try as she might to deny what she was seeing, soon I saw that recognition cross her face.

"Well, shit, that's... that's an interesting development," she said. "What are we gonna do about it?"

I thought about this for a moment, watching as Tasha approached us on the stage. She didn't recognize us, nor did she have any reason to recognize us, which put me in a unique position. Tasha was, undeniably, fucking hot, and I had no problem seeing just *how* hot she was, as she removed her bikini top and revealed her tits to us, completely bare. They were magnificent, topped with hard, firm nipples that begged for attention... attention that I would happily deliver.

"For now, why don't we enjoy the show?" I suggested.

"And after that?" Sarah asked hopefully, looking up at the smiling and stacked blonde stripper in front of us. "You wanna have fun with her?"

I looked at Sarah and said, "I will if you will."

She smirked, turning her attention back to the stage. "Oh, I *definitely* will..."

Tasha finally stopped in front of us, writhing in time with the music as she looked down at us. She smiled at us pleasantly, almost cutely, even, and took in the unusual sight of the couple sitting before her.

"Hiya!" she said brightly, looking from Sarah to me. "You guys here celebrating anything?"

"Oh, Spring Break, for sure," I replied.

Tasha's face brightened. "Oh, that's the best! Glad you guys came here to have a good time, then!"

"My boyfriend here, this is his first time at a strip club, and he can *definitely* use a good time," Sarah said, smirking playfully.

Tasha sat on the stage, arching her back so she could pull her thong off before spreading her legs in front of us, showing off a very nice, shaved pussy. She ran her hands all over her body seductively, squeezing her breasts, touching herself as if she were begging to be fucked this way, never once losing the slow rhythm of the music as she teased her body in front of us. I had to say, she was fucking good at this, and even if I hadn't known who she really was, she'd have had me hard as fuck doing this the way she did. That I *did* know, however, made it all the sweeter.

"Well, congrats on your first time, then!" she said, laughing lightly. "Oh, first timers can be so much fun! If you're looking for a lap dance later, lemme know!"

Grinning at her as I took in the sight of my bully's older sister, naked and lewd and on full display in front of me, I replied, "Oh, I think that's *definitely* in the cards..."

***

Sarah and I stayed up by the stage to watch a couple more dancers after Tasha, but by that point, we were both ready to move things along in a more interesting direction. Taking our leave from the chairs by the main stage, we moved back to the rows of plush chairs where we could wait for some lap dances, or perhaps something a little longer and more involved.

My fears had long since evaporated, having taken on a strange giddiness as I felt thoroughly in my element in here. Even with all the sexual experience I'd had this year, this wasn't something I would have expected to enjoy quite as much as I had, but now that I was here... well, it felt as right as anything else I'd done. I was having a blast, and that I was here having it with Sarah Kent made it all the better.

"Thank you," I said to her.

Sarah peeled her eyes away from the stage long enough to ask me, "For what?"

"For insisting on this," I explained. "For dragging me out here... this has been a lot of fun."

Looking grateful, she replied, "Well... I thought it would be... I mean, I know you're not exactly hurting for T&A these days, but mixing things up a little, adding in some new dynamics... it's not a wholly bad thing, is it?"

"Not when I've got you with me," I said.

Sarah sank back into her seat a bit, grinning. "You can't see it because of all the club lights, but I'm blushing right now. You got me blushing."

"It's a cute look on you," I replied, leaning toward her.

"Yeah, well, everything's cute on you," she replied, meeting me in a quick, sweet kiss.

I lingered on this kiss for a moment, savoring the feel of Sarah's lips against mine and enjoying the way she felt against me. Coming to the club was definitely having the desired effect, I'd say, as I quite wanted her right now. If we didn't get out of her soon, I felt tempted to try to find some quiet, hidden corner of the club where I could take her, or maybe the parking lot, or...

"So, Spring Break, am I right?"

The voice was cheerful and high beside us, as Tasha stood standing over us, smiling. "My name is Amber... what are your names?"

She knelt in front of us, giving us a wonderful view of her luscious body, once again now barely contained in her pink thong bikini. Sarah and I both were rather well transfixed by the sight of her like this, but I managed to find my words again quickly.

"I'm Ryan, this is Sarah," I explained.

"Hey," Tasha said, smiling at us. "Glad to see you both in here today!"

The way she looked at me as I said our names, I felt what might have been the faintest flicker of recognition. Not enough that she could place who I was exactly, but she definitely seemed to have this vibe like she should know me from somewhere. I wondered how long I wanted to play this game out like this, but I knew it had more life to it than we'd explored.

"Glad to be here," Sarah said, smirking mischievously.

"So, you here for anything special?" Tasha asked. "Just watching the stage show, or do you want a private dance?"

"Oh, yeah, we want some lap dances," Sarah clarified. "In fact, Ryan, why don't you take this first one?"

I looked at Sarah, amused. "You sure?"

"Oh yeah, go for it," Sarah replied, smiling cutely. "You have your fun, I'll find a girl or six to have my fun, then we'll have some fun together."

Well, I can't say that I hated that idea, not one bit.

Smiling brightly, and thoroughly unaware of what Sarah and I had been discussing prior to her arrival, Tasha stood up and held out her hand for me. I took it, getting up and following her.

"So, do you want a topless dance, or a nude? Or maybe something more...?" she asked, looking at me hopefully.

Though my imagination ran wild with all of the potential options that "something more" entailed, I thought it might be best to play it safely for now.

"Topless?" I asked.

"You got it," Tasha replied, leading me down a short hallway toward the topless dancing booths.

Finding a booth that was available, she said, "Take a seat, cutie; we'll wait for the next song to begin before we get the dance started."

It wasn't a terribly isolated booth, giving us a decent view of much of the club through a latticed wall, but it was private enough that I was looking forward to enjoying this dance. Tasha set her small purse down on the table near our booth, before sitting next to me and smiling.

"So, having a good time with your first time at the club?" she asked.

I looked her up and down, grinning. "Yeah... a whole helluva lot more now."

"Awww, thank you!" Tasha giggled, looking me over. "You really are a cute one... though this is so crazy, but I feel like I know you from somewhere, but I can't exactly place it..."

Well, this happened a lot faster than I was expecting, not that that was necessarily a bad thing. I licked my lips cautiously, trying to figure out the best way to do this. I could have toyed with her, made her draw it out of me for the most devastating possible bomb drop, but the more I thought about that, the more I knew that wasn't the right idea. She may have been a Bowman, but the vibe I got off of Tasha was distinctly different from the vibe I got off of Kyle and their mom... no, she definitely sounded like a bit of a ditz, but Tasha seemed more nice than not, and I didn't want to torture her.

"I was thinking the same thing for a while there, before it hit me," I explained.

"Oh?" she asked, smiling brightly. "Where the heck do I know you from, 'cause that's bugging me!

"Yeah... my name is Ryan Collins," I said, noticing only the faintest glimmer of recognition on her face. "You probably saw me around your house sometimes because your brother, Kyle, used to bully me into doing his homework?"

It took a moment for this to sink in, but when it did, I saw her face drop. "Oh."

"Yeah... I didn't want to make this awkward or anything, but... yeah, that's probably where you know me... I didn't come looking for you here or anything, please don't think I'm a creep like that or anything, this is just one hell of a fucking coincidence, but... yeah, just so you know, that's where you might remember me," I explained, hoping I wouldn't scare her off.

"Oh, I remember you now," Tasha replied, not looking afraid, but clearly glad to have solved this little mystery. "Kyle was bitching about you for a few months there after he got kicked out of school... still probably is, honestly, because he fucking *looooooooves* to complain about all the injustices of his life but I've learned to tune out his entitled ass and my parents' excuses for him a *long* time ago... 'cept if I wanna enjoy his suffering a teensy bit."

Before this moment, I honestly hadn't really put much in the way of any thought toward Tasha Bowman, but I gotta say that within the course of a couple sentences, my opinion of her had gone way up.

"So, you're not gonna hold it against me that I got your brother expelled?" I asked.

"He got his own sorry ass expelled," Tasha answered, standing up from the couch the moment the DJ rapidly announced the next song. "And as for you... you're a customer, and I always provide the *best* customer service possible."

She stripped off her bikini top and set it on the table, moving in time with the music as she then straddled my lap and thrust her tits in my face. I steadfastly kept my hands at my sides, not wanting to touch if I wasn't allowed, but as this lovely, soft blonde seductress pressed her body against mine, I found that to be unnecessary.

"You can touch me if you wanna, sweetie... I like getting touched," Tasha explained, grinding against my cock with impressive precision.

She didn't have to twist my arm on this, as I soon reached up behind her, squeezing Tasha's ass as she moaned and giggled and cooed. Though it was no doubt exaggerated for my benefit, I had to say, she was doing a good job at selling the illusion of being into me. That, plus having her grinding on my cock while her tits practically enveloped my head had me sitting rather pretty, all told.

Leaning back and looking at me with a smile, she said, "I hope you don't hold Kyle against me... I'm *way* nicer than he is."

Groaning as her insistent gyrations against my bulge felt fucking good, I replied, "Yeah... yeah I'm getting that picture."

Her smile faltering slightly, Tasha asked, "I hope... I hope he wasn't *too* bad to you? I mean, it wasn't like he was boasting about it around the house or anything, since everything bad in the world happened *to* him if you heard him talk about it, but... yeah... I hope he wasn't too bad."

I would've gone into my years of terror at her brother's hands in great detail, but she soon shifted around so her back was to my front, her ass massaging my cock so perfectly that I found coherent thought a genuine challenge.

"I'll tell you all about it... after this dance..." I groaned, grinding against her ass while I reached up around to squeeze her massive tits. "Not a story for a dance like this... ohgod... fuck, you're really good at that..."

"Thanks!" she exclaimed, giggling and wiggling her ass against my erection. "And you're really packing somethin' special down there, aren't you?"

"I haven't met a girl who's complained about it yet," I said with no small amount of smugness.

"And I'm not gonna start that," Tasha said, continuing to rock her ass against my cock. "Feels... wow, you're really huge, aren't you? Unless you're stuffing down there, which some guys do because they think it'll impress us, even though it really doesn't and we can always tell the difference, but that... that's some real cock, ain't it? And I want you to know, I'm not blowing smoke up your ass; we gotta flatter guys a lot, but this... this is fucking real, and I just had to praise it and, holy fuck... you're so big and thick... I bet you just wreck all the girls."

"You could say that..." I groaned, squeezing her breasts and grinding back against her. "A body like yours... fuck... I bet you destroy the guys just as easily."

"Guys, girls, whoever really, I'm a destroyer, I'm good at destroyin', and I love that I get paid to do it a lot of the time," she giggled, turning back around to straddle me, shoving her tits in my face again. "Come on, don't got a lot longer on the song, and I want you to suck my boobs, if that's something you wanna do, but I don't know why you wouldn't, since I got some great fucking boobs!"

Well, I couldn't say that Tasha wasn't self-assured, or that she was wrong about her tits. They were magnificent after all, and once one of those nipples rolled over my lips, I didn't really have a choice *but* to suck on it. She moaned and cooed, grinding on my cock like she was hoping to get me to cum... which, honestly, she might have been trying at the rate she was doing.

If she did... well, I'd have to get a clean pair of pants, but I also didn't think I'd really feel like complaining much, either. Until that, or whatever else, happened, I was happy to feel this blonde bombshell's body against mine, sucking on her nipples while she ground against my cock.

Unfortunately, the song did eventually end, and she climbed off of me.

"So, how was your first lap dance?" Tasha asked, looking down at me hopefully.

Truthfully, this wasn't my *first* lap dance, but as my first lap dance at a strip club, I felt qualified to say, "Yeah, that... that was awesome."

"Yay!" she said, quickly putting her bikini top back on. "I gotta take you to the register so we can square everything up for the dance... but I'd really love to do some more with ya, maybe something longer, maybe even something longer with you and your girl since you're both lookin' so fucking hot together, we could definitely have some fun in one of the retreat or VIP rooms."

The thought of Tasha and Sarah both being with me was certainly exciting. "Yeah... I'll have to have a talk with my girlfriend about it, but come back and find us in a bit?"

"Oh, it's a date!" Tasha giggled, before suddenly looking rather serious. "And... can I ask you one more thing, if it's not too much of a problem?"

I stood up from the couch. "What's that?"

"It's not like I'm here wanting you to relive trauma or anything, because you're at a strip club and being at a strip club's meant to be all about the good times, not some kind of fresh hell, but... if you don't mind talking about it, I'd kinda like to hear about your history with my brother if that's cool? I kinda... I dunno, I don't think anyone's supposed to be responsible for their family's sins, but I do feel responsible sometimes, and would like to make up what I can, so... yeah, if it's something you'd like to talk about, I'd like to listen. Might help me know the best kind of dance to give the two of you when I come back around," Tasha explained, looking at me hopefully.

Truthfully, I wanted to keep this fun and casual, too, and if I could avoid reliving my brutal history with Kyle Bowman, I would... but there was something strangely earnest in the way that she asked me, earnest enough that I knew I'd feel like crap if I didn't open up a little.

Steeling myself for this a little, I took her offered hand and said, "Alright... but it's not exactly the prettiest story..."

***

Sarah and I had been here almost an hour and a half, and we were having the time of our lives. We alternated between the stage and the chairs that meant you wanted a private dance depending on what was or wasn't going on in the club. We'd each had at least three or four lap dances after I'd had my time with Tasha, and were kind of just relaxing and feeling pretty fucking great about ourselves.

"This... this is the best fucking idea in the world... thank you for taking me here," I said.

"No problem," Sarah replied, smiling at me cutely. "And I won't even have to keep you out too late or anything... 'cause you've got plans tomorrow, right?"

"Every day of Spring Break," I admitted.

"Busy boy," she replied, smirking.

"Tell me about it," I chuckled. "I do have to get up earlier than I'd like for a Saturday, but... is what it is, I guess. Alice is taking me to my very first Ren Faire."

"Ooh, fun," Sarah enthused. "Whole lot of firsts for you this week."

"Yeah, been that kind of year, what can I say?" I asked.

"Well, you can say whatever you want, but I know what I'll say," she replied, grinning.

"What's that?" I replied.

Leaning in to kiss me, Sarah said, "I love you."

Kissing her back with a renewed vigor, I replied, "I love you too..."

We parted, smiling at each other dreamily. This wouldn't have been the kind of venue where I would have expected a wholesome interaction like this, but I'd found wholesomeness and lustfulness often walked hand in hand this year, and if that meant I was going to kiss my girlfriend in a strip club, well...

We separated, Sarah still smiling at me.

"So, any favorites so far?" she asked. "Someone you might want to take in back together for a more private dance?"

Sarah had always been rather insatiable, and with the look in her eye, I knew that she was looking forward to the two of us sharing a longer dance together, and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought of it, too. While we'd had a good time with the two of us to get our own dances, I'd been in enough threesomes (and, surprisingly often, more) with Sarah to know that we'd get even more enjoyment if we shared someone between us.

And as for who I had my eye on... yeah, I had my eye on Tasha Bowman. From her enthusiastic lap dance to her sympathetic ear as I told her the hell her brother had put me through for years, I'd found her a pleasant, thoroughly welcome presence, and so fucking hot that I was still thinking about her. While it was entirely possible that a lot of this could be the act of a dedicated professional, the practiced kayfabe of a truly talented stripper, when our talk got personal, it felt like her façade broke just a little. She practically shook with righteous indignation as I told her about everything that Kyle had done to me, and in its own crazy way, it felt fucking great to be heard by her.

I scanned the club. Tasha was across the room, but looked over to me and flashed a smile, and I gave her a wave to come over here. That smile brightened significantly as she made her way toward us, catching Sarah's attention as well.

Sarah nodded. "Good pick. Just a kink thing, or is she that good at lap dances?"

"I mean, it's probably a bit of a kink thing, but she's also really *that* good," I said.

"Mmm, wonderful," she replied, her eyes brightening as she took in the approaching Tasha.

Looking utterly delighted to come back to us, as soon as she got near, Tasha said, "Hey! You two looking to a shared dance or something?"

Sarah eyed the busty blonde before nodding. "Yeah, I think we'll go in back with you... let's call it a retreat?"

Sarah had explained to me the various dances we could get before we got here, and though I still didn't know the difference between all of them, the sound of a retreat definitely got Tasha's attention as her eyes widened and her smile broadened.

"One retreat, comin' up!" she giggled, holding out her hands to Sarah and me.

Sarah and I each took a hand, letting Tasha lead us in back. Slightly ahead of us as she was while leading us, Sarah and I were both given a great view of Tasha's swaying body and impressive ass, with Sarah shooting me a positively giddy smile.

"I love couples, but we don't get a lot of good ones in here," Tasha explained as she led us. "Usually, you get a lot of guys dragging their dates in here thinkin' it's gonna be hot, but the guy's usually way more into it than the girl is and there's all kinds of tension, and not the good kinda tension, but the kind that tells ya there's gonna be a fight sometime soon and makes me wonder if we gotta call the bouncers in. I hate those kinds of couples, but you two, that ain't you, is it?"

"Oh, no, hardly," Sarah chuckled.

"Yeah, we're both into this," I clarified. "I get off on watching her with other girls."

"And I get off on watching *him* with other girls; it's really convenient, honestly, for how we lead our lives," Sarah explained.

"Ah, cool, so you guys are like, what, swingers or somethin'?" Tasha asked.

Sarah and I exchanged a look before I said, "I really don't have a good word for what exactly we are. We're in a poly relationship right now, though..."

"And a *very* open one at that," Sarah added. "If you'd seen all the girls in our orbit, you'd understand why that's something we're both really into."

"Oh, I get it, *believe* me; not all the girls in the club here are into other girls, but those that are, yeah, I'm into them," Tasha giggled. "I've done half of them here, easily... oh, they know how to treat a pussy..."

Sarah and I exchanged a nod, impressed with the busty stripper in front of us as she led us down a winding hallway, toward a back-room area where there were several small rooms that had been cut off by retractable curtains. Tasha led us into one of them, closing the curtain behind us for some modicum of privacy as we took in the small, clean room with a comfortable-looking couch.

"Grab a seat, I'm just gonna set my stuff down and wait for the next song to begin before starting," Tasha explained, setting her purse down on the room's table. "Get comfortable, feel free to take your cock out, take your panties off, all the fun stuff... we're not technically *supposed* to do anything too interesting in here, but I'd love to see the two of you get it on... that'd be *so* fucking hot."

I raised an eyebrow at the prospect, my heart beating more quickly and my cock feeling like it was ready to burst through my pants. Sarah had a mischievous little gleam in her eye like she knew *exactly* what was going to happen, arching her back so she could reach under her skirt and slip her panties off. Sliding them down her legs, she raised them on one foot, passing them to Tasha, who took them and set them on the table.

"Nice panties," Tasha said.

"Speak for yourself; you're really doing justice to that thong," Sarah replied.

"Oh, thanks," Tasha giggled, turning around and showing off her ass to us once again. "I mean, if you got it, flaunt it, right?"

She emphasized this point with a playful slap of her ass cheek, which sounded intoxicating in these tight quarters.

"Damn right," Sarah replied, smirking at me.

"So, Sarah, I heard a rumor from the other girls working tonight, and I gotta ask... you're Viola's daughter, right?" Tasha asked, turning back to face us with a smile.

"Oh, yeah, that's me," Sarah replied, looking a little embarrassed.

Tasha practically squealed. "That's amazing! Your mom's the best! She practically taught me everything I know about dancing..."

"Yeah, me too," Sarah replied, amused. "Have you hooked up with my mom?"

The light didn't show it well, but I could almost swear that Tasha was blushing.

Sarah laughed. "Don't worry about it. Ryan's hooked up with her a bunch, too; I'm just happy to hear that Mom's getting some from someone."

Tasha goggled at me. "You... and Viola... too?"

I nodded. "Yeah... a few times."

Tasha nodded, impressed. "That's *so* hot."

"Like I said, I'm just happy to know my mom's getting some quality from somewhere," Sarah said, looking Tasha up and down. "And you're so fucking hot..."

"Ah... well, that's great, and, yeah, I mean, you know how it goes: it's after hours, you're grabbing a drink with someone gorgeous, something happens... and then a whole lot more somethings happen, and those somethings are *very* easy when Viola's around," Tasha giggled, still looking rather bashful. "But enough about me. This is a night for the two of you, Spring Break fun and all that... and I think the next song's beginning soon. Get your cock out, Ryan, and we can get started!"

Well, that was the kind of request that I hadn't found much reason to turn down in life in the past, and I wasn't planning on doing it here. I unbuckled and unzipped my pants, pulling my underwear down enough to free my erection. I was charged enough from the lap dances I'd gotten and the promised buffet of beauty before me that I felt even bigger than usual, but that was probably just the excitement getting to me. While Sarah looking down at me with her usual hunger was always nice, the way Tasha looked at my cock in shock was very welcome to me.

"Holy... holy shit, that's *huge*!" she enthused, her jaw dropped. "You... you actually fuck that monster?"

"Oh, yeah, all the time," Sarah replied, sounding very proud of herself.

"Well, congratulations, because... holy fucking wow... wow..." Tasha said, shaking her head as she took off her bikini. "That's amazing."

Slowly, swaying her body in time with the music, Tasha approached us. Completely nude now, her thong and bikini top now long forgotten, she looked like every imagined fantasy of a stripper I might have ever had, so luscious and excited, her breasts full and nipples hard, her pussy shaved bare and looking absolutely delicious. Looking at Sarah and me, she bit her lip into a smile.

With Sarah and me sitting next to each other the way we were, Tasha was given some choices, and decided at first to climb atop Sarah. My girlfriend was surprised by the swiftness of the busty blonde stripper, soon smothered by Tasha's tits as quickly as I had been.

"Come on, Sarah, you can suck my tits... touch me, whatever..." Tasha groaned, grabbing one of Sarah's hands and putting it between her legs. "Touch me while I touch you... I think we'd both like that, yeah..."

Tasha slipped her hand between Sarah's legs, and though it was difficult to see from this angle, I knew Sarah's moans well enough to know that Tasha had a hand between her legs and was touching Sarah. Sarah, for her part, looked like she was absolutely loving life at this moment, sucking Tasha's nipples while the two of them teasingly fingered each other.

"Mmm, yes, that's good... that feels *so* good..." Tasha moaned, arching her back to give Sarah better access to her nipples, before turning to look at me. "I know it doesn't make up for everything my family's done... but I hope you're enjoying seeing me and your girlfriend fuck around... fuck..."

"It's not bad," I said, reaching up and squeezing Tasha's ass.

The blonde stripper moaned, her eyes closing for a moment as a broad smile overtook her face. "Mmm, fucking spank me... I can take it... I want it..."

This wasn't something I needed to be told to do, but the consent and encouragement was always welcome.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Tasha bucked against Sarah, moaning and cooing and flashing the most deliciously lustful eyes at me, which I took as all the more reason to keep going.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

"Ahhh, fuck, that's good..." she cooed, continuing to enjoy being on top of Sarah. "Fuck, fuck, fuck... I know I'm supposed to be making sure you two are having the good time since it's on your dollar and all that, but that's... mmm... I'm feeling so spoiled right now, you wouldn't even believe it."

"Oh, I'd believe it..." I said, my eyes briefly catching Sarah's before she was once again smothered by Tasha's tits. "But, I mean, we *are* having a great fucking time..."

Pushing Tasha away just enough so she could breathe, Sarah said, "Yeah... this is the best... and *fuck* you've got great tits..."

"Aren't they?" Tasha replied, climbing off of Sarah just enough that she could now straddle one of Sarah's legs and one of mine, now perfectly between us. "Why don't you share 'em?"

I shot a glance at Sarah, and she responded with the biggest, cutest damn smile I'd ever seen. Though she might have looked meek and shy, Sarah was one of the best partners in crime I could've ever asked for in life, and having her here to share in Tasha's body... well, it felt just about perfect, honestly.

Sarah and I both leaned in, each of us sucking on one of Tasha's tits while she groaned and writhed against us. I reached under Sarah's skirt and slipped a finger inside of her, while she reached over to me, gripping my cock and stroking it as the two of us groped and feasted on Tasha, losing ourselves to the delicious depravity of the dance.

Tasha alternated between both of us like this for a song or two, straddling either Sarah or me and grinding against us, encouraging us to touch each other while making sure to rub every square inch of her naked perfection on top of me. I was so fucking horny at this point that I couldn't think straight, I needed to fuck someone... *anyone* to let this pressure off. I always wanted Sarah, but in the moment I was certainly feeling a draw toward Tasha. I knew that would be unprofessional, and I didn't want to do anything untoward that might ruin our reputation with the club, *especially* after I'd just found out how much I liked strip clubs, but goddamn did I want to fuck Tasha right now.

Thankfully, our mistress of ceremonies understood this dilemma, standing up and running her hands over her body as she looked down at us excitedly.

"Bet we got you two all kinds of hot, haven't we?" she proposed.

Sarah and I looked at each other, nodding.

"That's one way of putting it," Sarah said.

"Well, if you two can keep nice and quiet... I'd love to see the two of you *fuck*... I wanna see just how possible it is to ride that horsecock," Tasha giggled.

Sarah and I shared another look, but this one was as brief as it was heated. Without a word, she climbed on top of me, straddling my hips and reaching down between us. Looking into Sarah's eyes the whole time, I felt as she reached down to grab my cock, sliding it under her skirt and up against her moist slit.

"Wait, wait, wait a second," Tasha said, pulling Sarah's skirt up over her ass and kneeling down behind her. "I wanna see this!"

Sarah smirked. "I've always loved an audience."

"And I've always loved helping you show off," I said, running my hands down to Sarah's hips and pulling her down onto me.

Sarah moaned as my cock once again filled her pussy, our mutual juices making the transition easy. I looked up into her eyes this entire way, watching as her face was screwed up in ecstasy and getting off on her pleasure. Every time I slipped inside of her felt as thrilling as the first, and I couldn't help but revel in this moment as we surrendered to our lust for each other.

She settled down on my lap entirely, pressing her body against mine and kissing me lustily. I slid my hands up to squeeze Sarah's bare ass, making out with her and shivering as her pussy muscles massaged my cock.

Standing up behind her, Tasha looked suitably impressed. "Alright... yeah, that is very, *very* fucking hot... mmm, you two are so good together..."

"You have no idea," I replied, continuing to squeeze Sarah's ass. "You wanna show her just *how* good we are together?"

"Uh huh..." Sarah replied, kissing me again as she sat up on my lap.

Bracing her knees against the couch, Sarah began to ride me, just as Tasha knelt on the couch beside us. Though it was clear that she was still trying to move her body in time with the music, she seemed to become almost entranced at the sight of us... and in a thorough admission of immodesty, I won't say that I blamed her. Sarah was fucking hot fucked as naturally as she breathed, and I knew everything she loved by this point that I could practically please her without thinking. The two of us were so hot for each other and so experienced having sex with each other that we knew how to put on a good show without even trying.

Tasha seemed to agree, pushing in close to us, her breasts against my side as she reached up to grab Sarah's tits through her dress. Effortlessly, Sarah pulled the top of her dress down with one hand, showing her bare breasts to an appreciative Tasha.

"You got some nice boobs there, Sarah," she said, leaning in and licking one of Sarah's nipples. "*Very* nice... I know a lot of guys go for the biggest boobs they can find, which is great for me and my wallet, but sometimes there's nothing like a smaller, firmer set, and yours, fuck, they're so pretty and nice..."

"Glad you think so," Sarah moaned, slowing her bounces on my cock to better allow Tasha to suckle at her nipples while she rode me.

While Sarah slowed to allow Tasha to suckle on her breasts, I couldn't help but lean in and do the same. Soon, Tasha and I each had a nipple in our mouths, sucking and licking and driving Sarah mad as she slowly rode my cock. Sarah's eyes were closed tightly, her face screwed up in ecstasy as the pleasure overtook her. She reached down between her legs, fingering her clit as we engaged in this uncommon three-way, pushing herself closer and closer until she could handle it no more.

Impaled on my cock and being groped by a hot-bodied stripper and me, Sarah came, hard. Tasha and I held her as she shook and trembled, and I moved my lips to hers to keep her from getting too loud. Sarah and I made out, slowly and deeply as she rode it out, before her eyes once again opened and she looked at me with a beautifully satisfied smile.

"Fuck, Ryan... fuck, I love you," Sarah groaned, kissing me over and over again, holding onto me tightly as she giggled giddily.

"I love you too," I groaned, pumping up into her with a renewed vigor.

"Mmm, fuck, you two are so cute and so hot! I love it, I love watching you two do that..." Tasha interjected, standing up to look down at us.

Shakily regaining her bearings, Sarah said, "Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet, Tasha... fuck... how much longer do we have?"

Looking around as she considered where we were and what was going on, Tasha replied, "'bout a song and a half, give or take?"

Sarah and I exchanged a glance, before she said, "You good to cum soon?"

I thought about this. "If we go hard... then yeah, I can definitely cum."

"Cool," Sarah replied, looking from me to Tasha. "If you think that was a show, then you're gonna want to watch this..."

Kissing me sweetly, Sarah climbed off of my cock, then turned around, straddling me in reverse cowgirl position before sinking down on my cock again. Looking over her shoulder at me, Sarah smirked.

"Let's show her what we can really do..." she said, deliciously cocky.

Now, looking at a woman like Tasha Bowman, you could tell that she was hardly inexperienced when it came to matters of sex, so I wasn't sure that we would be able to show her anything she hadn't seen before... but with the interest that she watched us, standing and swaying in time with the music, running her hands over her body as she watched Sarah and me continue to fuck... well, it seemed like we certainly had a way of keeping her attention, at the very least.

Reaching down between her legs, Tasha fingered herself as Sarah began to ride me. "This... you guys... wow, you're really fucking hot together..."

"Oh, we know it," Sarah moaned, bouncing up and down on my cock with a greater intensity.

"Yeah," I agreed, gripping Sarah by the hips and bracing my feet against the floor so I could fuck up into her harder. "We're kinda good at this..."

"Tell me about it," Tasha said, eyes gleaming as she watched us.

With an intoxicating confidence, Tasha then strolled over toward us, pressing herself against Sarah, sandwiching my girlfriend between us while I kept fucking up into her. Tasha rubbed her tits against Sarah's, the two of them moaning and writhing as they pressed against me. Leaning in, Tasha rather shamelessly kissed Sarah's collarbone, looking down into my eyes as I kept pumping into Sarah.

"I got to see her cum, and that was fucking great," Tasha giggled, looking into my eyes as I fucked Sarah. "But I wanna see you cum now... you're gonna cum inside her soon, ain'tcha?"

"Yeah," I grunted.

Even with all the sex I'd had earlier in the day, I was definitely hitting my limit on our strip club excursion. My cock was swelling inside of Sarah, and I knew that it wouldn't be long before I'd fill her. Even though I knew it would be impossible after our earlier activities, I swore that it felt like this might be the biggest load of the day yet.

"Come on, Ryan, do it..." Sarah moaned.

Kissing Sarah's neck, Tasha said, "Yeah, fill her, I wanna see you fill her..."

"Cum in me..." Sarah groaned.

"Yeah... cum for us..." Tasha moaned, pushing her tits up in Sarah's face.

"Please..." Sarah moaned, her voice muffled by Tasha's amazing tits.

This was it... seeing the two of them like this, entwined so erotically in this insane environment, I couldn't hold back anymore. With a moan, I hugged Sarah tightly to me with one arm while I reached behind to grope Tasha's ass with my free hand. I pumped up into Sarah with every bit of energy that I had left, and then I let go.

I came. I came *hard*. I came so hard I saw stars, the club fading around me as I surrendered my body to the sheer eroticism of the situation, wave after wave of my cum filling Sarah as I held these two insanely gorgeous women to me.

As moments went... well, it was fucking perfect. I kissed Sarah, smiling at her as she returned the smile shakily, before I looked up at Tasha. Still naked, still gorgeous, she smiled down at the two of us sweetly, continuing to shake her tits in front of us.

"So, yeah, that was easily the highlight of my day..." Tasha said.

"I'd say it was pretty great for us too, but I don't wanna talk for Ryan," Sarah chuckled.

"Oh, we're in definite agreement," I said, groping both of them at the same time.

A voice spoke up on the other side of the curtain, deep and authoritative. "Time's up."

"Thanks, Vincent," Tasha said, looking over her shoulder at the curtain that acted as our room's door. "I'll have us out in a sec!"

"See that you do," Vincent replied before moving on.

Tasha looked down at us, grinning. "Sorry, cuties, but duty calls... thanks for making my night, and I'm glad you spent some of your Spring Break with us here tonight!"

Leaning in, she kissed Sarah's neck, then whispered something in her ear that I couldn't hear. By Sarah's giggle, and the way her pussy contracted around my cock, I knew it was something steamy, which only got me more curious.

Then Tasha leaned over to me, whispering huskily in my ear. "You ever come back on your own, find me... after everything you told me and everything I saw tonight, I owe you a very *special* show..."

My cock twitched at the thought of what that might mean, but before I could ask any follow-ups, she stood up and handed Sarah her panties. The moment of absolute debauchery had ended, but the memories of this evening... oh, would they stay with me for some time.

***

It took a moment for Sarah and me to get cleaned up and about as close to collected as we could be, but eventually we stumbled out of the Flashpoint Club, still giddy and cumdrunk after such a wild experience. Still shaky from our experience with Tasha, we slowly strolled toward Sarah's car, occasionally shooting each other the biggest, silliest grins.

I couldn't help but bask in her beauty. Sarah was... well, an unexpected girl. If I'd only just seen her with how she looked at the beginning of the school year, I never would have even imagined she had this side to her, and here we were now, the two of us walking out of a strip club and grinning like idiots. I knew she was always gorgeous, but in the neon light of the club's sign, she looked so beautiful that I couldn't help but feel impossibly lucky.

"So..." I said, chuckling. "That go how you expected?"

Sarah laughed. "Hardly... that was way, *way* better than I would've expected... fuck, if I'd have known that was how we were gonna be spending the night, I wouldn't have fucked you out so much earlier today..."

"No, you wouldn't have," I replied.

"True," she replied. "But I might've thought about it. Briefly."

"Briefly," I repeated, chuckling and pulling her in for a kiss. "Thank you..."

Kissing me back, Sarah answered, "For what?"

"For taking me here tonight? For making Spring Break special? For making me feel like the luckiest fucking guy in the world for having you here in my life? Take your pick?" I proposed, smiling.

She smiled at me, big and excited. "Fuck, that's corny... but I love corny."

"And I love you," I replied, pulling Sarah in for a big, conclusive kiss.

Sure, maybe kissing my girlfriend in the middle of a strip club parking lot wasn't the most romantic thing I could have done, but for everything she had done to make this day utterly magical, I doubt either of us cared in the slightest.

***

(Author's Note 2: For the longest time, writing these stories was something that I did in my spare time for fun, but because of the great support of so many readers, I am nearly able to write these stories full-time. It's been amazing, and I cannot thank you and your enthusiasm enough. As ever, if you're enjoying this, please, please, please drop some stars, reviews, or shoot me some feedback, as these really keep me going (and please vote on any earlier chapters you enjoyed if you haven't already!). Though I may not always respond, I do love hearing from all of you and seeing that you're enjoying the series, as it truly keeps me going sometimes. You've all been wonderful and I can't thank you enough for your kind words and encouragement and yes, even the constructive criticisms!

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