Group Sex Bad Girl's Night Out

She was a sight just as much as Maggie was! Different beauty indeed, but no less breathtaking. She had that tinier booty you'd see on skinny little fashion models... a ballerina booty if you will, all tight and compact. Between the globes of her ass, she'd one of those cleft-chin style shaven pussies, with all the meat tucked inside all nice and warm. Above this, a little tan starfish crinkle anus winked and blinked as she loudly slurped that dong at the other end. Oh but this was merely the first of delightful things she had to look at.

Still further on up from her anal pucker, was a lovely little tramp stamp tattoo of green leaves surrounding a pinkish blossom. This was one of MANY tattoos she had. On her inner left arm she had "Keep Going" and on her wrists she had hearts and birds plus the words "Let it be." On her tummy right BANG at her waistband was a shamrock with a scroll that read "Lucky." On her outer left thigh she sported a dreamcatcher with all the colors of the rainbow splashed across. I hadn't tugged her boots off yet but later when I'd done so I'd find stars and vines on her left and right feet respectively, (plus an anchor on her left ankle). Added to this were little vines on her fingers. Although I hadn't pulled off her top yet, I'd soon discover she'd butterfly between her shoulder blades and a cardinal in a tree on her left shoulder, (much like I was to discover Maggie's tattoo sleeves with members of her family and inspirational quotes in vivid colors). It was like I was disrobing a pair of motivational posters hanging in someone's corporate office.

That's not to mention Nicole's piercings. I'd mentioned she had a piercing in her right nostril and her lower lip but on closer inspection she had piercings multiple times in her ears and tragus as well. Once that top had come off in a few minutes she'd display a lovely set of pierced maraschino cherry nipples but for now my mind was on ASS! Two asses to be precise.

I stepped back and surveyed things, like I was about to tackle a big job in my backyard I'd set aside for a Saturday. That pair of asses were like every fantasy I'd ever beaten off to concerning my two special Facebook friends. I simply didn't know what I wanted to do first. As the two woman GLUCK GLUCK GLUCKED away on mouthfuls of anonymous penis, I began to explore "things."

I pushed one of the overstuffed chairs in behind Mags, right up behind her raised ass. Sitting down, I brought a trembling finger to that pussy cleft and proceeded to stroke up and down that slot of split creamy peach flesh outlined by her vulva. She wriggled her bum slightly at my first touch and let out an audible MMMMMMM but I met with no resistance; in fact, she pushed her ass back on my hand in an effort to hump my digit. She was eager.

I leaned forward, bringing lips and snout to her backside and began to sniff, snuffle and lick the gorgeous flesh; in between pecking kisses as my fingertips found her swollen clit hiding out in her cleft and began to gently bump and rub it with the softest brush of a butterfly wing. She responded with low bellyache moans and still more wriggling. My tongue and teeth found the spicy little cinnamon pucker of her anus, (and you'd have thought she'd stepped on a Lego the way she whined against her cock gag)!

She bucked her butthole back against my chomps and chews, obviously approving of the sloppy munch-job to her funky cornhole. Rimming a woman is one of my greatest joys in life. I'll gorge on some lady's backdoor bubble-gum even if I'm not hungry nor horny and this one was a delight! Aside from the funky goat cheese meets durian fruit perfume associated with any anus, she was much like her pussy, remarkably neat and clean and in between chews I tongue fucked her turd factory like I was trying to get the last bit of cake frosting from the egg-beater.

By now I'd hooked two fingers inside her pussy and brought them to her G-spot while my thumb had picked up the job of diddling away at her clit. Those moans of hers began to sound like a dairy cow mooing at milking time and after a minute or so of this, her dew began to trickle and dribble. Down it ran, hot clear, acrid and steam; down her thighs, down my hand, and down onto that poor ottoman.

I moved my snout on down to her cunt and began to dine, sucking her clit and noshing hot gash while my fingers travelled back 'n forth between her now swampy twat-hole and her well chewed turd-ring, (in direct violation to what any medical professional will tell you is even remotely sanitary but hey, Mags is a former nurse and she would have stopped me but also HEY... she is a former nurse and she's a marvelously dirty FREAK). Anyhow, I kept this up until she began bucking her butt up and down and up and down, sobbing like her heart would break and her twat was a cascade of girlygasm.

To her credit she never let go of that cock in her jaws but kept sucking with evermore fervor and zeal. I'm sure the black guy behind the wall was certain it was his black elephant trunk ding dong making her all crazy but it didn't matter. I had now a ding dong of my own that needed seeing to, and I rose unbuckling my pants before dropping them to my shoes.

My stiffy needed pussy and here it was, freshly juiced and hot as a bowl of chili straight from the stove! I notched my cock's mushroom head at the warm steamy entrance to Mag's puss pit and grabbed her hips with both hands. In one thrust I sank into the welcoming snugness of her fleshy depths, and straight on in, up to my balls!

She let out a MMMMnnnn! There was no running from it like some women do, no not from her! She wasn't a runner. She was a seasoned hellcat, and a goddamned hellcat in heat at that! Instead, she bucked back against me; horny and eager as ever, (and now spit-roasted by dingus at both ends)!

I began to saw back and forth with my hips and as I did, I noticed that Nicole had turned her head slightly. She was not letting-go of that cock in her kisser but most definitely intent on spying on her happily cock-skewered bestie. Next thing I knew she was moving her ottoman closer to that of Mags and wiggling her ass around as if to say, "AHEM!" I took the hint.

I reached over and began to rub that marvelous smoking-hot ass presented by Nicole, kneading the flesh and running my fingertips around things with the brush of a feather. As I plungered away back and forth, back and forth in Mag's puss-pit, I made fully use of the fingerfuck hors d'oeuvres presented by Nicole's upturned bottom; slipping first my fingers and even a thumb in her warm little womb-hole before diddling her bean and probing her anus, (and all while she squirmed and humped back against my bad-touches). I was like a teen all over again, relishing in the magical intimate wonderment that involves finger-blasting a woman, exploring her naughty nooks and crannies; all while enjoying the warm balls' deep penetration of her girlfriend.

At this point my ears were met with the most unpleasant of sounds, my ringtone. I knew who it was before I fumbled around and found my phone to look at my screen. Maria was mad. She's always like that but as I've touched upon before, she's lovely when she's got a burr in her saddle. I picked up.

"WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" she blasted in my ear.

I decided to make things entertaining. I put her on speaker and set the phone down in the middle of Maggie's lovely upside down Valentine bottom before I resumed rowing at her behind, (from behind).

"Maria, darling what a pleasant surpri.."

"DON'T YOU MARIA DARLING ME! YOU WERE AT SAVANNA'S? AND NOW YOU'RE AT THE HOLE IN THE WALL CLUB! WHAT IN THE HONEST TO GOODNESS FUCKING FUCK BILL!"

"You sound upset... Hey, first of all I can explain. I'm doing research for my final chapter of the book. Secondly, how'd you know about Savanna's and thirdly, HOLE IN THE WALL? this place has a name? How do you even know about it and..."

"IDIOT! I could see on your iPhone you were parked to the side of Savanna's for half the evening!"

She'd been tracking me on Google maps? Clever girl. True, I'd left my phone in the car as Savanna's like most gentleman's establishments had a no phone rule. The fact it was in my glove box while parked next to the building for so long had to have been more than enough to arouse her suspicion, but at the moment it was my curiosity about how she knew so much about THIS fine addition to the local Chamber of Commerce that was aroused. I decided to let her talk... well yell actually, but yes I decided to just let her do her thing and...

"Oh and don't give me that crap about researching anything and as for the Hole in the Wall, my husband and I may have entertained other couples and singles in the swinger's lounge when we had company retreats in Harrisburg. The bookstore still have those dingy gloryhole rooms with the sticky floors?"

"I wouldn't know," I replied as I humped up into Maggie's marvelously warm twat-pit and shouted down to my phone happily, "I'm on the other side of the wall and..."

"WHAT?"

I knew this was all too much for even HER to believe, so I snatched up my phone while continuing to smash Mag's hindquarters doggystyle and switched on my phone camera for a nice pan around. The first image was a lovely shot of Mag's naughty noggin impaled by what looked like King Kong boner at the lips as she slobbered away. I then panned left to Nicole's upturned hiney which I was diddling in a filthy rectal vaginal shocker that might as well have been an advertisement for hand sanitizer. My phone traveled up Nicole's tattooed back to her pretty little head, busily slobbering away on the white ginger cock before I brought my screen down to show my own manroot disappearing into Maggie's marvelous mommy grotto; her puckered asshole winking and blinking with each and every stro...

"OH MY FUCKING WORD! Who the fuck are these rando chicks?"

"Maria darling! Careful, careful... some of these people have feelings, in fact I've been feeling these two women for a half hour now and they both feel marvelous, I must say. If you'll let me make introductions,"

I panned up to Mag's head. Instinctively she half turned her pretty little head and wet cocksucker with the large brown donkey dick protruding from it and winked while making a thumbs up.

"This lovely lady doing her best for race relations is Maggie. She's been a Facebook friend of mine going on five years now."

I moved my screen over to Nicole, who took the hint and turned her head to the camera but kept chomping on the big white trouser snake coming from the wall like she was puffing a cigar. She waived and winked before turning back to the wall.

"That is Nicole, Maria. She's Maggie's best friend and I'm sure you'll find it interesting that I have been friends on Facebook as long as I've known Mags."

As if the scene weren't comical enough, the men behind the wall who'd each had one arm through an upper slot (to grab heads on my friends and face-fuck their jowls), now dropped those pretty little skulls as if on cue and started to waive and give thumbs up.

"I'm Otis" the black fellow called out from behind the holes.

"I'm Clarence," called the ginger white guy in a slightly twangy southern drawl, obviously not a Harrisburg native.

"It's a pleasure fellahs," I announced, "I'm Bill and I'm protection for Mags and Nicole, not to mention their chauffeur for the night's festivities,"

I reached out and shook both their hands. Odd thing to do at a glory hole but it seemed appropriate given the fact we were all making friends. I then commented,

"tell you what gents, I'll keep em safe on this end and you be sure to keep em safe on that end. By the way, this lady on the phone is my boss, Maria."

Almost in unison, both men bawled out from behind the partition a loud and hearty HI MARIA! that had my publisher chuckling. It worked. Once you get a chuckle out of her, Maria can't stay mad. She'll shake her head at me like she used to do in the Army with me (another tale for another time), but the whole 'gonna wring your neck before I fire you,' tirade had passed.

"HELLO OTIS, CLARENCE, NICOLE AND MAGGIE" Maria called out from her living room as I set the phone back to the top of Maggie's backside.

She'd turned her own camera on and was looking up at me as I rowed Maggie's guts. She stuck her tongue out at me and I returned the same rudeness to her as she shook her head. She's always disapproved of me a little while at the same time, I'm sure can't help but chuckle when I've strayed from the path. This was no exception. Now her face changed however. There was something mercurial, mischievous and urgent in the expression.

"You going to turn the phone around and let me have a look? My hubby is out of town,"

"You know Maria, your happiness is my first and foremost concern," I said picking my phone once more and turning it around. I had gone from frustrated writer, to strip club patron, to sex club security to pussy punisher all in one night and now with the push of a button I began to film, making the transition to porno cameraman. I'm multifaceted like that I admit. A truer Renaissance man there never was!

So I just kept panning around with the phone for the benefit of Maria as I slowly stroked Maggie's innards and edged myself up in her womb-hole. I held the phone to one side to catch Mag's gagging on Otis's gargantuan gronk as the black man wheezed and shuddered with each suck, then held it behind Mag's tushy so Maria could see me sliding in and out of that pussy behind as the sexy redhead's anus seemed to wink in approval. I panned over to Nicole, pulling on Clarence's dick through their gloryhole with her jaws and paws like a robin tugging a worm from the lawn in April. Then hit by a moment of inspiration, I brought the phone down beneath Mag's tummy and with an assist from Mag's herself, gave Maria an up-close view from the underside of my cock shuttling in and out of Mag's now juicing quim.

My ears now captured the most curious of sounds. It was a humming or a buzzing, not unlike a set of clippers in a barber shop only distant and close by simultaneously. I looked around but could not find the source. There HAD to be an explanation none presented itself until I became suspicious of something. I tapped Mag's on the back and no sooner had she handed me back my phone, my eyes caught sight of persistent hums source.

A momentarily shocked Maria peered back at me. She'd been biting her lip and wrinkling her nose and somewhere just off screen, the unmistakable drone of a pocket rocket vibrator buzzed like a mad bumblebee. Her nostrils were flaring. She was caught up in things and "very much in the moment." No... she wasn't mad.

Well then again, perhaps that's saying things a bit prematurely. She wasn't mad at me for the situation I'd found myself in... however, she did want me to return things back to "the show." She said as much a split second later with,

"IDIOT! I was almost there... LET ME FINISH!"

Well, who am I to refuse a beautiful lady like Maria? There she was, all hot and bothered and trembling like a leaf, with one gumdrop nipple atop a shapely breast coming into view on my screen. I suppose I could have cut a deal and asked her to show me both of them, (I'd fantasized about Maria's lovely titties on more than one occasion). It would have been just the ticket with me rowing away at Mag's cunt from behind to have Maria's bountiful boobies bouncing on my phone, but Maria was not only tolerating my foolishness, she'd also joined in the fun. It was the least I could do to oblige her. Then another idea raced through my brain.

I pulled out from Maggie, my cock glistening with her juices and shifted over to Nicole; who almost instinctively shifted her ass around and provided me with the sweetest arch to her back to allow penetration. My slick cock sank into her lovely gyno grotto with ease, my ballsack almost immediately up against her clit and she whined appreciatively but kept a firm grip on Clarence with both her hands and loud slurpy cocksucker. The whole event I managed to cover for an appreciative Maria who commented above the buzz of her vibe with,

"That's BETTER Bill... "

We made a bit of a game of things. I stroked away at Nicole, she sucked away upon Clarence, and Maria directed the whole thing, telling me where to pan. I wonder if Maria realized at the time I'd really put all this in the final chapter but anyhow, there we were.

Per Maria's request I passed the phone to Nicole who ran it underneath herself to film by cock pistoning back and forth into her twat from below. Meanwhile I grabbed Nicole's hips and decided to enjoy myself, slow stroking and relishing every warm squishy squeeze from her pussy as somewhere below my phone hummed, Nicole slurped, and Clarence blubbered and snorted from behind the wall. I also saw fit to run a hand back to Maggie's hiney and commenced idly fingering her snatch and asshole as the mood took me.

We panned back over to Mag's with a mouthful of Otis-meat, sucking away and taking deep strokes down her throat that forced Otis to rhythmically declare a muffled "Aw shit! Aw shit! Aw shit! Ooh yeah baby aw shit!" to everyone and no one at the same time. Nicole passed the phone back to me and I gave Maria a view of my cock disappearing doggystyle into Nicole's baby cannon from above as I could now hear Maria's labored breaths above the angry buzz of her vibe. She'd connected with us and now was just as much a part of the experience as each of us were.

A minute or so of this and I changed back over to Maggie's upturned rear. I needed to keep edging myself, to keep changing things up or I'd surely bust my balls. Sliding my wiener into that wickedly hot twathole of Mags, I gave Maria an up close view of the delicious moment of penetration. I heard a raspy "Ooh yeah, that's so hot... dirty bastard," from inside my phone. We were damn close. You could feel the electricity of it all through the room. It's just that Maria's words seemed to be the catalyst, the last straw, the match tossed in a haystack full of Roman candles.

Suddenly the hand of the black buck gnarled a fistful of Maggie's red locks and urged her skull on frantically. Like a horse whipped from a canter to a gallop Mag's responded in kind, feverishly tonsil fucking the brown veiny ding dong and filling the air with sloppy rude plunger sounds; equal parts drool and parts gluttony. She was furiously pigging out on his pork and now the black had taken all he could stand.

"OH FUCK!" Otis gasped. I'm sure he didn't mean to be heard. He probably figured he'd simply thought it or heaved it under his breath as the moment seized him, but we heard it one and all. It sounded like he'd been barefoot and stepped on a hot coal and now his words melted into a wounded animal snarl as Mag's began to sputter, choke, and gulp down what had to be a high pressure torrent of man butter.

Immediately I felt another rush, that being her own briny dew, dribbling and flowing freely both down her thighs and down my shaft as she screamed through a torrid climax, despite having a mouth full of warm spouting meat. There was nothing left for me to do. I'd been rowing at her insides and slicing her cunt like an expert swordsman for several minutes and I'd been keyed up from everything I'd seen so far, here and at the strip club; so now I simply took up her ass in both hands and gave way to my own climax which arrived in just a few strokes. I happily choked and snorted as I felt my cock curds blow up into the deepest corners of her cunt for two or three jets, then I simply stopped and enjoyed the warm mess I'd made up inside her inner works.

Apparently orgasms like sneezes and yawns are something quite contagious. Not two seconds later the red haired guy Nicole had been nursing on palmed the back of her head and urged her on while blurting out something unintelligible beyond the wall. Whatever it was, Nicole's sucks became short and focused, she knew she'd got him right on the edge and all she needed was the right pace and pressure.

"OH SHIT! OH SHIT! OH SHIT!" Clarence blubbered softly, his voice a whisper. Nicole had completely derailed him and any pretense of self-control. Two strokes later and Nicole was gulping down gallons of ball butter as the guy sobbed and heaved from behind the partition.

There was that weird reality that occurs after a good hard climax. The spell now broken, it was all stunned calm; like the magic had fizzled from the room like so much static. Now there was only the funk of sweat mixed with protein and hard-fucked puss petals as the long white light bulbs in the ceiling sputtered and hummed over chests struggling to find breath. The girls wiped one another's chins with dainty fingers and giggled as they popped the opposite's cock butter into their own lips for a sample; the grass always being greener elsewhere. Maria's voice broke the silence with,

"That was so HOT people! Alright, would you folks PLEASE get bill back to his Airbnb tonight somehow? I need him to finish something for me, almost as desperately as I needed to FINISH JUST NOW!"

Apparently in all the excitement I'd set the phone with Maria in the middle of Maggie's backside and rowed hard as Maria had nothing but a view of the ceiling before her. Poor girl. True, she'd already the advantage of the previous imagery in her head, plus the persistent little joy buzzer humming madly so she took care of her own business with little effort.

There were chuckles and snorts from both sides of the wall. I snatched up the phone to allow Maggie and Nicole to waive their "goodbye for now's" over their shoulders. Meanwhile the two shriveled cocks retreated back behind the wall with little ceremony. I promised Maria I'd get on the last chapter as soon as I made it home and I assured her I'd more than enough material to complete it all now.

"I should think so. I'm relieved to see you weren't pulling my leg about having some material. Hell I'm just plain relieved period after that show. Alright... I'm watching horror flicks on tv with the dogs and staying up for this Stephen King marathon, so don't think I'm not tracking you on my phone. I can TELL when you get home and I expect you to be TYPING Mister!"

"Say no more Maria! No need to shout, then again I so love it when you do..."

With that she hung up, and with that, two more cocks appeared at the holes; this time with a tannish sort of uncircumcised donkey-dick affair (possibly Hispanic) in front of Nicole, and a pinkish ski-jump hooked devil dong in front of Maggie's nose. There was more business for the girls to get down to.

And go down to it they did! Both ladies slobbered ravenously away on the dongs before them and I did my very best to keep a watchful protective eye on things. I'd remained up inside Maggie's cunt after I'd cum; initially finding myself soft as a wet finger sandwich, but after a few minutes of rowing hips, I'd stroked myself up in her meow-meow tunnel to a suitable hardness. With a stiffie ready for battle, I promptly switched things up.

I moved to Nicole and mounted her from behind. Once more I set about trotting her twat at a deliberate pace for several minutes on. How far I'd keep up that trot depended on her, the mood of the room and my staying power, (which was greatly assisted by my blown load earlier, I can tell you). At some point it all felt right (which was fine by me as I recognized the all too familiar onset another imminent release). Seizing Nicole's lovely rump and picking up the pace, I was now racing in her with what's best described as a viciously delicious humping gallop.

All at once I felt the lovely sensation of my own blasting curds, spewing my goo up her pink canoe while a thumb of mine playfully plunged and wiggled in and out her naughty anal pucker. At nearly the same time, the new pair of men just behind the wall bawled and bellowed joyful howls. There's nothing so marvelous as a good warm head that knows and loves its dirty business and these ladies as it turns out knew a thing or two about gonad gluttony. They got both men off, gobbling their steaming loads with pretty heads bobbing; making "all gone" with the last hot squirts while the gents swore and whined like whipped pups.

And so, it went. Cocks would appear, some white, some black, some yellow, some tan; each one finding itself immediately snatched up by wicked hands and greedy mouths, while I sawed away at either one lady or another. By now I'd come twice, and I could edge myself more easily; rowing as recklessly at those rude rumps as I wished, and not worrying about spewing too soon. Maggie and Nicole, it seems were bitten by the sporting bug as well.

For starters, Nicole began fanning herself and complained about being "hot" in-between wet cock-gargles. Maggie both loudly and immediately agreed. Both still quite drunk, they took a break from their pecker puffing and comically attempted remove their sweaters and bras. Seeing a drunk disrobe is a bit like watching a dog walk on its hind legs. You're sure they can do it but they just can't do it well, and this show didn't disappoint for laughability. At one point Nicole looked like a cat with its head caught in a bag until Mags gave her a merciful assist and a tug to get things properly over Nicole's tequila fogged melon.

I wasn't much help as I took it upon myself to continue plowing Maggie's pretty pink baby factory like the selfish greedy bastard I am and ogle at the ink-work I'd mentioned previously on their shoulders backs and arms that was now coming into view. I must admit I DID help a teensy bit with Mag's bra-strap from behind, just so I could release her boobs and cop a nice feel of them while I snuffled her back and nibbled at all that lovely naked flesh before me.

At last, both ladies finally achieved success, tossing everything on the sofa in a heap; both sweaters still covered in stripper glitter. They were now naked as jaybirds save their boots, quite the lovely vulnerable spectacle. For anyone who is a fan of the clothed-male-nude-female kink, this was a scene for you. I was only partially unclad, with jeans down to my knees, and it's my guess those men on the other side of the wall were much the same. Oh, I'm sure I'd executed the CMNF kink before, but I'd never made a mental note of it.

About this time both women joked about being thirsty, cackling like two hens at their own comments. It was a complete mystery to me, as I'd guessed they'd already guzzled a couple of cumulative cupsful when it came to semen from the several gentlemen who'd already visited their holes. Oh, but this was a far different sort of thirst and as Mag's fumbled with her purse to one side, and Nicole did the same. Something was up.

I noticed both bags had considerable bulges with them. Brief tugs on zippers by both women yielded shining glimmering glass and sloshing amber liquid. Two bottles triumphantly shot into the air, held aloft by Mags and Nicole like they'd won awards for 'Best Blowjob in a Major Motion Picture' before the ladies toasted one another with tequila - they'd smuggled their bottles from the strip club... and right under my very nose and those of the bouncers!

So now here they were; naked save their boots, Mag's with her arm-sleeve tats, Nicole with her piercings and the both of them with a cock through the mouth, a set of balls in one hand and a bottle of Mexican infant formula in the other. Well I figured it was worth a photo or two from my phone and the girls didn't seem to mind. I snapped several photos of the whole drunken event; Mags with a jaw full of black dong and looking like she'd a large cigar in her mouth, Nicole with a veiny knobby mushroom-headed yellow throbber, drumming it against her pouting lips before sucking it all in up to her tonsils. She made cock's master behind the wall gasp like he'd been gut punched.

I got several shots of them blowing random anonymous dick along with several of the same peckers spouting hot penis pudding into their open mouths or down their pretty little chins. I even took several shots of my own cock disappearing in and out of both Maggie's and Nicole's pretty puss petals from behind. Maggie had asked that I furnish her with copies, and Mag's if you're reading this, PLEASE let me know where and how you'd like them sent, (they'll make for lovely additions for this year's Christmas newsletter I can imagine).

Anyhow, at some point the ladies decided to change things up. By this time, I was up to the balls inside Nicole and she'd indicated she wanted to fuck this latest black horse-cock now jutting through the wall like an angry un-cut brontosaurus. Mag's looked at the rampant pink python of a pecker protruding from her porthole and thought the same out loud. Without another word both women had kicked their Ottomans to one side and had now stood, turned around and backed up slowly but deliberately against that pair of random wall-cock; steadying all that throbbin penis pork with their hands and notching them to their nookie-holes. Impaled, the girls immediately commenced to wall-hump the shit out of those two poor souls behind the panel, who shot arms out through the additional apertures to grasp and grapple on all that lovely female flesh for leverage.

Well, I saw yet another opportunity and I took it. I stood between the two women and with a guiding hand, first pulled Maggie's pretty red head followed Nicole's lovely brown noggin over to my junk, (which now must have reeked from our fucking). The two girls set to work, taking turns with my junk in their jowls as I filmed.

As cocksuckers go, Maggie and Nicole are Olympic level I can assure you. They executed every imaginable category of fellatio on my nasty old knob too. At different times Nicole deep-throated me as Mag's stuffed my balls in her cheeks until she looked either like a horned-up chipmunk, or she was about to spit the biggest load of tobacco EVER! They'd then switch, with Nicole sucking my nuts like plums while Maggie fucked me furiously with both tonsils. Suffice to say, they executed a woodwind recital upon me as strange cocks plugged and plowed them from behind.

The whole time the guys just kept cumming and going. Now and again a new prick would appear and the girls would simply steer it to its hot and friendly but rather well-fucked pussy parking space. Rivulets of spunk and jizz now trickled down the thighs of both ladies like spilled sausage gravy, leaving shameful little protein puddles on the floor and making me pity the cleaning crew for the place.

At one point Mags and Nicole took up oral positions on either side of my shaft (running sloppy lips and teethy nibbles up and down the full length as if nibbling corn). All at once, Nicole suddenly let out a loud YELP of pain. Behind her a rather largish black cock was being steered unsuccessfully into her un-prepped pooper instead of her well pounded pussy. Needless to say, she rose quickly to the occasion, rubbing her tush and whimpering like a spanked schoolgirl through her tequila fog.

Maggie knew what needed to be done. She bent over her open purse. Without ceremony plucked out a small jar of Vaseline.

Mags was like a veritable one-woman NASCAR pit crew; flying into action and placing a generous dollop on Nicole's dung chute. While the younger woman ooh'ed and ahh'ed with wicked delight the older red-head's experienced fingers pushed cooling dobs of smoothness up her girlfriend's shame cave. With Nicole lubed up and ready for action, Mags then seized the still-rampantly hard black cock and slowly steered it up Nicole's naughty no-no hole. Nicole now backed up slowly upon the dick; making painfully twisted gargoyle faces that finally melted into wickedly smiling pleasure.

In a few seconds Nicole began to buck with gusto upon the man behind the wall. He in turn was all muffled chokes and OH YEAHs at the newfound (if not nasty), snugness. Seeing all was now well, Mag's handed the jar to me, asking for me to do the very same to her.

"Thanks Bill," she added cheerfully, "you're a doll! Oh, and when you get us back to your place you can fuck us both in our assholes for your trouble!"

Wait WHAT? She said MY PLACE... you all just heard that, right? You all heard fuck our assholes too, right? I wasn't imagining things? Thought so.

Well, it wasn't like I needed to hear it twice. I pulled out a big glob of gooey grease while Mags kneeled upon one of the Ottomans and with both hands pulled her cheeks WIDE; so wide even, that you could see her well-fucked pussy gape wide from the stretch, cum trickling forth like a cascade of turkey gravy from the lovely pink hole. Above it was my target, her slightly tannish ass-crinkle.

I plunged first one, then two blob-coated fingers up her asshole. Truth be told, like a pervert in a dark theater I copped a full-blown feel of her insides; figuring as long as I was there, I could totally give her guts a pervy grope and "feel-around" in all directions. She hissed and MMMM'd shamelessly at my touch, like an old steam radiator in fact before I plucked the same two nasty digits from her nether-chute and deemed her "prepped for action."

With that, Mag's (no stranger to a cock up her crapper) simply back up on her own raging "wall-dong" and pushed the pinkish mushroom head up her corn-hole; all while the gent behind the wall blubbered with excitement no doubt at the knowledge he was now violating some anonymous woman's turd-pussy! She backed up... and up... and up until she'd completely impaled her guts on the shaft; her eyes screwed shut and her mouth a trembling letter "O."

Slowly the OH! became an AH! as her intestines accommodated their new occupant. With that she began to cautiously stroke herself back and forth upon the dong, eventually matching her own pace with that of Nicole's (who by now had a considerably head start and hadn't bothered to wait for her bestie). Rude (but then again, tequila does that).

Both mouths rejoined themselves upon my cock as though nothing had happened, and the ladies continued dining on my corncob. At some point I felt the gorge in my gonads rise and a jet of cum shot forth just in time for Mags to catch it in her cocksucker, only for her to hold it for an instant before passing some to Nicole in a Sapphic kiss. The two passed my goo back and forth for a few seconds before gulping it all down and making "all gone." Without missing a beat, Nicole took my limp biscuit in her kisser and simply held it there for goodness knows how long until I finally felt it stir and for the blood to return. She and Mags then commenced to suck things back to stiffness for another round... what troopers!

The clocked ticked... time passed, and still the evening's events marched on. The two men who blew their nut butter up those two battered buttholes were shortly joined by another pair of unknown dudes. Two cum blasts up two feminine tailpipes later and yet another pair of random men poked their peckers through the holes, raging with thirst and wanting to unload in the two women I was "protecting." It's good to be the protector.

And so it went... and went, and went. The bottle was passed around. My story was still - unwritten. At some point the two women had turned around, sucking cocks recently pulled from their bestie's rectums as two strange dicks spouted down two throats in howling ass to mouth orgasms while I simply watched dumbfounded from the couch.

"Well Bill," Mags said, looking like she had a gallon of cum to burp, "take us home!"

The decision to leave may have been unanimous, but putting it into practice was comically somewhat of an endeavor. Moving to the door would have been simple enough, but I had two thoroughly drunk and equally naked women to deal with. Now that Nicole presently reached into her purse, retrieved some weed and then made a lighter flash before her face the plot had thickened. In no time, she'd made a CBD halo around her head (no doubt to smudge away the demons of sobriety in the room), and all while Maggie plucked two gummies of questionable upbringing from inside her own handbag. Well by then, you might as well have added "stoned to the bone" to the description for both women because within a very short time, THAT was what you had... or more precisely what I had to deal with.

Jeans were pulled on... then off again, as they were realized to be belonging to someone else. Thankfully mine had partially remained on for the whole social gathering and reduced the confusion, other blue-jean owners howled and screamed with laughter over what had happened, falling to the floor in kicking fits before they could resume dressing. Bras and sweaters found themselves in the right place (and on the correct owner), but only after some effort and no small amount of snickers and snorts.

After a few failed attempts to get feet in the proper holes for bottoms to come on bottoms, it was decided by both ladies for feet to merely go back into boots and for bottoms to be somewhat... bare. Panties went into purses and jeans were simply rolled up like newspapers and tucked under arms. Upon inspection I could see Maggie's white sweater would just-barely cover her Venus mound and could arguably be called a wool skirt, provided she didn't pick up a quarter on the floor. Nicole on the other hand had a white-cream colored sweater she'd purposely picked to show off her mid-rift in the strip club... and now was allowing her to show off a bit more. Oh well, perhaps no one would notice the options for natural air-conditioning the pair had opted for... (I couldn't do ANYTHING about the howls and scream and the mad laughter over heaven knows what). I shrugged and unlocking the door and throwing it open.

We moved out into the dark corridor of the seedy club, the lights and disco-balls actually adding a bit of camouflage to Mag's and Nicole's delicate condition. I remember just as we were leaving the room looking back over my shoulder to see two pink cocks at once protrude through the pair of holes. Wicked inspiration overtook me and I shouted loudly back into the room in my best baritone,

"SORRY FELLAHS, I'M CALLING IT A NIGHT!"

Well the way that pair of startled peckers shot back in their perv burrows, it was like two sandworms on the beach disappearing at the approach of a gull. I believe I heard a yelp from behind the panel but it was drowned out by an explosion of laughter by Mags and Nicole, to whom now everything was hysterical anyhow but this was simply volcanic. Well I'd had my fun but it was time to get these two out of this place.

No sooner had we rounded the corner and headed to the door with Nicole and Mags each on my arms, then a chorus of cat calls rose up from back down in the direction of the bar. Three gents were standing in the hallway at the bar's entrance and although things were a bit on the dark side and we'd had the strobes and disco lighting working in our favor, they could still spot two bottomless and witless women on the arms of someone trying to pluck them from the premises. They whistled loudly and shouted something to the effect of "Come on back here girls, the party's just begun" but we didn't turn, we pushed on through the hall, a cloud of reefer stank in our wake like a contrail courtesy of Nicole.

Arriving at the exit, we could have simply mashed the crush bar and opened things to leave, but Mags still had a burr up her ass from the way Danny DeVito earlier had been rude to us, me in particular. Overcome by a fit of mischief she pushed open the side door leading to his office and strode on in, bare ass and all. Mr. DeVito was seated, his desk cluttered with papers and office bric-a-brac but he'd happened to have the very same pornographic film loop playing on a wall-mounted flat TV. In fact, it was the same video we'd seen earlier back in the gloryhole room. He also had a handful of micro-pecker and a look of surprise on his face.

Mags snorted with disgust and a no small amount of derision at his shortcomings. She then hit the door buzzer before making a quick exit and slamming the office door behind her. Laughing like a wild hyena, the madwoman now pushed both me and Nicole forcefully through the open door exit as Mr. DeVito yelled at us; doubtlessly fumbling to get his pants up.

Shocked, doesn't come close to describing the bouncer on the other side of that door, for he looked up from his phone and immediately his eyes went wide. He was about to blurt out SOMETHING but Nicole put a shushing finger to his lips before replacing it with her doobie. He took a puff and smiled. It was like an unwritten code had been recognized by all present. He nodded as if to tell us he wasn't going to give us any grief, (despite the fact that Mr. DeVito was blowing up his phone by now from the heavy metal door's other side). Another one of Maggie's illicit gummies from out of her purse was popped into his mouth and a deal of sorts was sealed.

Mr. Bouncer leaned with the full weight of his Incredible Hulk physique against that door. He struck a pose with his arms crossed and the blunt still stuck in his lips (blocking a raging Mr. DeVito who pounded and banged on the door and generally raged). All the while Nicole and Mags posed with bare bottoms to either side of him, running hands here there and everywhere about his body and at one point, slipping their hand into his pants for a quick grope.

Naturally based on my previous experience that night with cameras, I busied myself snapping photos using the man's phone. He let us get up the steps and well out of sight into the pitchy darkness beyond before he let Mr. DeVito out that front door; providing the excuse something HAD TO BE wrong with the door and it ought to be checked.

I looked back over my shoulder. I could see the feint glow of the light below the stairs, but the rants of Mr. DeVito were even fainter; becoming finally silent when the door slammed shut again, (presumably because he'd stormed inside and left his bouncer sporting a big self-contented smirk). We were long gone by then, up those steps and well into the vastness of the abandoned (if not scandalously re-purposed), warehouse.​