For those who don't know, the Club Across the Street is from the Finkleman Cybersex Research Center (FCRC) chapters. More will be forthcumming later.... ;-)
She walked into the nightclub like she owned it, he thought, her magnificent 34GG tits threatening to spill out of her too-small halter top. Tonight, she had dressed like she was out to find a man to fuck her brains out. She was dressed for me, only she didn't know it... yet.
He pulled the paper from his typewriter, crumpled it up, and threw it at the overflowing wastebasket. "No one would believe that crap," he said. "Heck, I don't believe that crap!" Phil Jones had been trying to write a really hot short story to post on his favorite XXX-rated story website, but couldn't even get a good starting paragraph going. "I think I need a drink," he said to himself, and turned off his electric typewriter. He put a jean jacket on, complimenting his denim trousers, sneakers, and green long-sleeved shirt. He grabbed his keys and locked his apartment door as he went out to his car.
He drove over to the Club Across the Street. The Club Across the Street was a cheery place, brightly lit around the bar and the tables in front, rather dim over the dance floor and the tables in back. The club had a live band that played most nights, anything from cool jazz to hot rock and anything in between. Drinks were cheap, and the food was great.
Phil was in a mood for several drinks tonight. He also hoped he'd get lucky, but the only women there were Shirley, the waitress, and Sylvia, the hooker. Shirley was too skinny, though she had a nice rack on her, and Sylvia was... too skanky. She had BIG tits and a hot ass, but there was something wrong about her. Unfortunately, they were the only two girls there.
The bell over the door rang just as he ordered a tequila sunrise. A woman walked in, but you'd be hard-pressed to believe she was female; 5-feet-2-inches tall; short, flat mouse-brown hair; hazel eyes; not much of a figure; not exactly pretty, but definitely not ugly; and thick glasses. She took a seat in the back of the club. Not exactly the kind of girl you want to get it on with, but still worth another look. About the time he got up the courage to go talk to her, the bell rang again and SHE walked in: shoulder length, wavy blonde hair; electric blue eyes; impish smile; 48GG-25-35 figure; 5-feet-10-inches tall; long, shapely legs; tight ass; skimpy clothes barely covering her hot body.
DAMN, Phil thought, that crap DOES happen, his eyes following the blonde sex goddess as she went to the back of the bar and sat with the girl pretending to be a mouse. He watched as the two women talked quietly over drinks. Just as he was really getting hard, the goddess stood up and spoke in a loud voice. “Hey, boys. Here’s what you hoped to see when I came in!” She pulled her top down and revealed her mammoth boobs to the crowd, giving everyone a long, good look. “I’m on Fuckbook, AngieSlut48GG, and there’s more there to see. Maybe even one or more of you could get lucky and win a date with me!!” She shook her tits at everyone, covered herself back up, and whispered to the girl she was with. The two left the bar together.
Phil grabbed a napkin and wrote down what she had said: "Fuckbook; AngieSlut48GG; more to see; win a date." Dang it, Phil thought, now I have to buy a computer. "And I don't even have a cell phone," he muttered to himself.
"She's out of your league," said a sultry voice. Phil turned around to see a very generous cleavage almost falling out of an extremely skimpy top. He dragged his eyes up and saw Sylvia looking at him. "I'm available, and at a reasonable price," she said, leaning in to him. "Wanna see more?" Sylvia pulled his head closer to her cleavage, giving him an excellent view. "I'm horny as hell and willing to give you a freebie, if you're man enough for me," she said, taking his hand and pressing it against a big tit as she began to stroke his pecker. "And I think you ARE man enough for me," she whispered in his ear, taking a full measure of Phil's manhood.
"On the whole, I'd rather fuck a skunk," Phil whispered back, "AFTER she's sprayed me with her musk." He squeezed the proffered mammary and gently pushed her away, standing and walking towards the door.
"Sylvia can be rather obvious when she's horny," Shirley said. "And you were right to tell her 'No.' " She looked right into his eyes, her green orbs shining as she was smiling at him. "She needs to be put down every now and then," she said, handing him a napkin. She turned her 34FF figure away from him and went to the kitchen.
Phil left the club and got in his car. He started it and went for a drive, just around town for a little while. He pulled into his driveway, and looked at the napkin. "I saw your bulge, Phil. (702) 555-6453, after 11:00 pm tonight. I like to be eaten. Shirley (34FF-22-32)." Phil looked at his watch; 11:15 pm. Shirley wasn't AngieSlut48GG, but she was a lot better than nothing, and he was feeling rather horny. He drove home.
"She's probably got a date already," he said to himself, as he entered his apartment. He picked up the receiver of his rotary dial phone and started dialing Shirley's number. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, he thought, as he heard ringing on the other end. "Hi, you've reached Shirley. You know what to do at the beep. BEEEEEP!"
"Sh-sh-sh... Shirley, this is Phil. I was wondering..."
"You were wondering what, Phil?" asked a female voice from the other end of the line. "What am I wearing? Are my boobies real? What does my pussy taste like?" The voice giggled a little. "To answer those last three questions: by the time you get to my place, nothing; yes, they are; and you'll have to find out for yourself. Here's my address...." She gave Phil directions to her place, and Phil wrote them down. "This offer won't be open for long...." The line went dead.
Phil ran down to his car and followed the directions he had been given. He pulled up to a neat, small one-story house, no more than two bedrooms. The address on the door matched the address that Shirley gave him. He parked his car and sat there. Screw up your courage, he thought. You've screwed up everything else tonight. He got out of the car, walked up to the door, and rang the bell.
The door opened slowly, apparently by itself. "It took you long enough," said a familiar voice. "For a minute, there, I thought you weren't coming." The voice sounded a little miffed. "Especially when you just sat there in your car."
Phil entered the house, not entirely sure what to expect. "Shirley?" he squeaked. "Is that you?"
"Sure is, genius," Shirley said, closing the door and wearing nothing but an almost transparent camisole that came barely below her shapely butt, and a smile. "Like what you see?" she teased.
Phil's jaw hit the floor. He knew she had a nice pair of tits, but he never thought they were THAT nice. His bulge began to grow, and he felt like he was drooling. "Uh... uh... uh...." he managed.
"I'll take that as a yes," Shirley said, taking him by the hand and leading him upstairs. "I've thought about you a lot recently, Phil, and I'd hoped you would've asked me out." She smiled at him, and he felt like he'd been struck by lightning. "And I hate to say it, but Sylvia was right. That blonde bimbo is DEFINITELY out of your league. I, on the other hand," she said, "am not." She stopped outside a door and gave Phil a liplock that took his breath away.
He returned her kiss with equal passion, and his hands strayed to her wondrous mammaries. As he gently caressed them, Shirley let out a light moan and let her hands gently caress his crotch package. "I was right," she whispered huskily, "you DO like what you see!"
Shirley reluctantly pushed him away and turned around to open the bedroom door. After she turned the handle and pushed it open just a crack, she turned to Phil and said, "There are a few rules in my bedroom, Phil. Rule #1: after 9:00 pm, clothing is forbidden. Rule #2: no holes are barred."
Phil liked what he was hearing, so far. "What's Rule #3?" he asked.
"Good question," Shirley replied. "Cumming is required, in any hole, on my face, and/or on my tits." There was a wicked gleam in her eyes. "And Ineverspit. Any more questions?"
"Uuhhh... What about...," Phil began.
Shirley's wicked gleam grew deeper as she said, "I don't allow my man to use anything. I don't want anything to cum between my man and me."
Phil gently pushed her into the room, and Shirley went willingly. He pulled her sheer camisole up over her head, and her massive boobs obligingly flopped around.
Shirley undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down to his ankles. Phil had gone commando to the club, and he hadn't changed before going to Shirley's place. His impressive package was still growing, now eight inches long and two inches thick. Shirley helped it grow by taking the tip of his cock into her wet and willing mouth, slowly taking his entire length into her face. She put her mouth on "Full Suck" and began the absolute best blow job that Phil had ever had.
"Uuhhh, what about Rule #1?" Phil managed to get out. "After all, it's after 9:00 pm."
She popped his now-10-inch cock out of her succulent lips and drooled into her incredible cleavage. She looked up at him and said, "Then get naked, studmuffin, and don't forget about Rules #2 and #3." She laid back on her queen bed and spread her skinny legs wide for him, giving him an excellent view of her bald beaver.
He slowly stripped for her, though there wasn't much left in the way of clothing to remove. He then climbed up onto her bed and began kissing her, covering every exposed square inch of her delicious body with nibbles and kisses. He gently sucked on her nipples, bringing moans of lust from deep in her throat.
"Oohh, Phil, that feels great!" she moaned. "I like a man who knows how to play with really big tits!!"
"I really like playing with yours, Shirley," he said, giving them another squeeze. He pushed her back and straddled her waist. "How about pressing those together?"
Shirley obliged, and Phil began slowly fucking her hot tits, plunging his manhood slowly at first, then speeding up. Shirley worked her massive mams around his love pole, moaning and gasping, licking his penile eye every time it emerged from between her twin pleasure mounds. "Don't cum yet, studmuffin," Shirley said. "My pussy needs some action, too."
He pulled his swollen member from between her milk jugs and licked her nipples, then nibbled on them, bringing cries of increased sexual desire from Shirley. He moved down her body and spread her legs wide, placing his tongue and lips onto her nether region, licking and sucking and gently nibbling at her love adit until she was begging for his love muscle to invade her.
"MMMMmmmmmmm," she moaned, as he slowly pushed the head of his 10-inch long, three-inch thick sex weapon into her sopping wet, boiling hot cunt. "Yes, baby," she huskily cried, "fuck me with that pole!"
He pushed more of himself in, then pulled out to the head, pushed harder, driving more of his cock into her, then pulling out until just the tip remained. He slammed it into her as hard as he could, forcing all of is massive cock into her waiting, willing womanhood. "OH GOD YES!" Shirley screamed, "FUCK ME FUCK MEFUCK ME!!!"
Phil began a slow rhythm, gently pulling himself out and pushing back in, always taking long strokes. "You like that, baby? You like getting fucked by a big dick?" Phil asked. "I like fucking a hot, wet hole. I like watching really big tits bounce with each stroke.' He began speeding up his strokes.
"That's it, baby." Shirley moaned. "Faster... faster and deeper... make ME CUM!!!"
He fucked her pussy harder and faster, making her cry out in pleasure, his cock pistoning in her like a well tuned racing machine. "I'm getting close, baby," he said, pulling all the way out.
"NONONONO!!!" she cried. "KEEP FUCKING MY CUNT!!!"
He flipped her over, pulled her ass up, spread her cheeks wide, and began pushing his cockhead into her Hershey Highway. "I want some ass, now," he moaned, and started fucking her tight, hot asshole.
"AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" she screamed. "You're too fucking BIG for me back there!!!"
"Rule #2, baby," Phil replied, "no holes are barred!!!" He pushed harder and drove his cock deeper into her asshole, invading her rear entrance. Soon, he was fucking her just as hard there as he was from in front.
"MMMMMmmmmm, yyeeesssss, baby," Shirley cooed. "I like that!! Keep it up!!"
Phil reached around and cupped her massive tatas, squeezing and fondling them, pinching her hard nipples for all he was worth. "OHGOD OHGOD OHGOD!!" she moaned. "I'm gonna cum if you keep that up!!!"
He pulled out of her ass and repositioned his cockhead against her pussy lips. "You want it back in here, baby?" he asked. "I aim to please..." He slammed his massive weapon back into her juicy love hole and fucked her even harder and faster than before.
"MoreMoreMore," she demanded, matching each thrust of his with one of her own. "I need to cum, lover!! Make it happen!"
He started rubbing her clit with one hand and pinching her nipples with the other. "Do you want my juice in your mouth, your ass, your cunt or on your tits?" he asked.
"I don't care, just..." she started. "Huh... huh... HUH... AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!" she screamed, a gut-wrenching orgasm tearing through her hot body. "OGODOGODOGOD!!!!!! I'M CCCCCUUUUUMMMMMMIIINNNGGG!!!"
He could feel her cunt walls milking his cock for all they were worth, trying to make him explode. It was all he could to hold his own orgasm back. He pulled out of her and flipped her over again. "I need release, baby," he said, aiming his more-than-loaded gun at her mouth. "Suck me 'til I cum!!!"
He started fucking her face as she started sucking his tool, and soon he was unloading his weapon in her eager mouth. "AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH! HERE IT CCCCCUUUUUMMMMMSSSSSSSSS!!!!!" He shot a HUGE load into her mouth, and she caught every drop. When he was done, she turned her face up, opened her mouth to show him his cum, made a swallowing sound, then showed him an empty mouth. "I told you I never spit," she said, grinning at him.
Phil said, "We'll have to do this again, sometime."
"Any time, studmuffin," Shirley said, licking her lips. "Any time."