Sex and the Academic

Our second night at the Club. Feeling more confident, Lilah, Alison and I arrived a bit later and casually danced  while scouting out the crowd. It was the “upscale” night, and the crowd was much younger and hotter. Plus, no single men allowed. Soon into the night we lingered by the door of the pit. Last time we had done our business in the more private back rooms, but as it was getting late, we thought it might be best for the three of us to just go into the pit and start playing, and see who joined us. Already, five or six other couples had the same idea, and were rolling around on the cushioned floor. Lilah needed to go to the bathroom, so Alison and I headed into an unoccupied corner by ourselves.

We were sober, and although I think Alison was a little hesitant, I was enjoying the public nature of what were were doing. The pit was surrounded by a wall, but it was only about four feet high, and so it was easy enough for anyone on the dancer floor to peek in, and couples would often stand along the outside and watch the action. I sat down on a bench, and told her to go down on me. Soon, I was completely undressed, while Alison, still dressed was kneeling between my legs. Lilah appeared, and she had another couple with her. I had seen them earlier on the dance floor. The woman was quite hot, a small lithe women wearing a long flowy sundress. The guy was good looking, although I knew he was on the short side for Alison. He had also been a terrible dancer on the floor, but hopefully he had other talents.

Lilah came over and introduced them. They were British, it turned out, and seemed quite nice and laidback. The woman seemed shy, and for a moment it felt like she was not into the whole scene. Lilah was coming on strong to her husband though, and so she somewhat awkwardly stood next to me. Alison barely stopped sucking my cock to say hi. She did pause for a breath of air, though, and held out my cock invitingly. The British lady looked down, and seeming to forget that she was shy, knelt down next to my wife and took me into her mouth.

I guess I have been extremely lucky when it comes to blowjobs. I’ve never really had a bad one, and Alison is particularly skilled at them. This women was not the most skilled giver in the world. She had a tiny little mouth, and her teeth scraped up and down as she went down on me. I grimaced slightly, and Alison smirked at me over the women’s head. Without being too impolite, I maneuvered the woman onto the ground next to the bench, and began to do my thing. Lilah and the brithish man were meanwhile undressed, and Alison went over to join them.

I feel bad for insulting her blowjob skills, because in every other regard she was an excellent fuck. She had a little diamond piercing in her taut bellybutton, and her pussy was waxed smooth except for a little strip. She still had on her sundress, so I rolled it up and over her cute little breasts. I was just beginning to work my way down her body when she quite firmly told me to fuck her. So I put on a condom that her husband handed to me, and did just that. Her reserve melted away, and she began moaning as I pressed into her. With every thrust she cried out “oh!” in a funny, dry northern accent.

Well, we went on like that, the five of us fucking in every conceivable configuration. At one point I left the British lady to go over to fuck Alison up against the wall, in the middle of the room. The british woman was meanwhile on all fours leaning over Lilah’s body while her husband fucked Lilah. I was engaged with Alison, but hiked her sundress up and called over her shoulder, “George, please come fuck me!” I couldn’t say no to that, even if it left my wife temporarily unoccupied. This was fine with her; she sar up against the wall and began fingering herself while telling me to fuck the nice british lady harder.

But not for long. Another couple wandered over and began to talk to Alison. I was busy and not really paying attention, but soon looked over and saw my wife flat out on her back, a man thrusting between her legs while his tall blonde wife dangled her  breasts over Alison’s mouth.

Too many more details to write out. The club was closing, and the music had long stopped while the staff was cleaning the dance floor. THe pit was still going strong, however, and I wondered idly how they would kick out a bunch of naked people fucking away. Finally we started to slowly get dressed. The british lady seemed unaware, however, and every time I went elsewhere to find a sock, she would call out for me: “George! George, where are you? Please come back and fuck me!”

Good times.