Chapter 16: Tri-Delt West ll

-- MARCH 2006, SENIOR YEAR --

All alone, I made the final turn for home and I whistled as I approached the house, idly wondering who would be home. Another week had passed, and the harem once again had shrunk by two. Like Tonya before her, Jocelyn had decided to return to dating life which put her on my 'no-fly' list, even though she still frequently came by the house to hang out with her friends (and to tease me about what I was missing). Sure, the Tri-Delt West charter mandated that I could still seize and inseminate her, but we both knew that I wouldn't, knowing that she had a boyfriend again.

Then, like Madison and Misa, Lupe had thanked me for the wonderful memories but chosen to move on as well. I still had plenty of Tri-Delts lounging around my house at all hours of the day, and a couple of the girls (ahem, Jamie and Andie) were particularly eager to take advantage of the reduced competition, now that we were down to five "actives": Andie, Jamie, Lakhi, Nora, and Whitney. Just like any relationship, the initial excitement over "Tri-Delt West" had begun to wane and things were settling down into a routine.

Among those routines were some regularly scheduled sex sessions. Monday mornings tended to be Sasha-centric, as she worked off a lot of her sexual energy from the weekend and seemed to be trying to work her way through the Tri-Delts almost as fast as I had. She had no qualms about the girls having boyfriends, and one time I found her in her bedroom sandwiched between Jocelyn and Tonya with me unable to join in because of my own "other man" hang-up. It worked out okay. I dragged Andie and Jamie into my room, and with both bedroom doors open we had a little competition about which threesome could be the loudest.

Actually, Monday morning through Friday noon tended to be pretty Sasha-centric. That's not to say that she was a participant in every sex act that occurred during that time frame, but she really had become my "constant", at least during the school week. She wasn't my girlfriend, although we spent enough time in view of the public for the rumor mill to assume she was. The Tri-Delts actually encouraged this line of thinking. While they weren't particularly shy about admitting they were sexually active, nobody wants to be thought of as a slut. Having Sasha as my "girlfriend" kept attention off of them and what they were doing with me behind closed doors, and except for the title, it wasn't an entirely inaccurate perception. Sasha and I had breakfast, lunch, and dinner together. We walked to and from campus together. We hung out and studied together. And yeah, we had sex with each other quite a bit.

But there was no love. She was my friend, perhaps my best friend at a time like this when Paige was only around three days a week and Bert spending his weekends at Stanford and much of his days away from the house. Strangely enough, Bert had remained friends with Kim's old biker clique despite Kim's absence, and whenever he wasn't with us during the school days he was invariably with them. And so Sasha had neatly stepped into the role of my constant companion, always around to share my day with and always available to keep me company so that I would never feel lonely.

Not that I ever had cause to feel lonely, not with so many girls always in my house morning, noon, and night. The Tri-Delts had become my new clique, or my "harem" as they themselves described it, Sasha included. We weren't having sex ALL the time. Even with encounters broken up by long rest periods and classes, I was usually only good for about eight shots in a 24-hour period. That left a lot of time to hang out, talk, study, and generally make friends without swapping bodily fluids, and I was coming to be quite fond of these girls, even the ones I hadn't known for very long.

Tuesdays and Thursdays were a little less organized from a "routines" perspective, since I actually had two classes on those days, but Whitney and Nora tended to figure highly on those days. And Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays always seemed to have me waving hello to the sophomores in the living room (including Meli quite often) before heading upstairs to find two upperclasswomen in my bedroom waiting for a threesome.

Or at least I thought that was how Wednesdays were shaping up. I opened the front door and ambled down the hallway, smiling and waving to Jocelyn, Andie, and Tonya in my living room looking over their homework. While surprised to not see the sophomore crowd, I was nevertheless quite pleased to see my original Tri-Delt pledge trio, especially since two of them had stopped having sex with me. "Hey..." I greeted, turning and meandering into the living room while Sasha headed up the stairs, and I sat down beside Jocelyn while giving her a hug. "Long time no see."

Jocelyn giggled. "Long time? I was here last night."

I shrugged and replied sweetly, "Just visiting, though. And ever since you 'broke up' with me, I find that I miss you so much faster."

Jocelyn grinned and gave me another hug.

I then moved over to Tonya, embracing her while saying, "You, on the other hand, I actually haven't seen since last week."

Tonya chuckled. "New boyfriend ... Honeymoon period ... It happens."

"How is he?"

"Not as good as you."

I blushed. "Uh, I didn't mean it like that."

"I know, just thought I'd puff up your ego a bit."

Andie giggled. "Guy has a half-dozen hot girls just gagging for it all day every day. I don't think he needs an ego boost."

We all laughed and I caught up with the girls for about two minutes. But before we got carried away, Jocelyn patted my knee and said, "Well, you'd better get upstairs before the young ones complain."

"Huh?"

"The Sophomores..." Tonya drawled. "They're not down here studying, are they?"

Blinking quickly, only then did I remember how the sophomore girls were typically in the living room this time of day. And yes, I was pretty slow on the uptake before realizing where they had to be instead.

My room.

"Just try to keep it down," Tonya drawled. "Some of us have studying to do."

"Or don't," Andie chirped. "If we really wanted to study, we could have stayed at the chapter house."

Jocelyn just laughed and patted my knee again. Impulsively, I leaned over and pecked her on the lips, boyfriend or not. And then with a smile, I got up and headed for the stairs.

As I hopped up the final few steps, I noticed two things: One was that Sasha's door was closed. Unless she got sucked into a threesome (or moresome), she liked to get started on her homework first thing. The other thing I noticed was that someone was in the bathroom. More specifically, I noticed that through the wide open door I had a perfect view of a half-naked slender female as she bent over the sink, and that the naked half was from the waist down, showing off a dimpled ass, puffy pussy lips, and nicely toned legs.

Hearing my heavy footsteps, Nora Cavaday turned and relaxed as she saw that it was me. Her face was still wet from having just washed it, and with a few droplets dribbling off the tip of her dainty nose and pointed chin, she dropped an elbow onto the counter and then set her cheek against her open palm. With a dreamy smile, she sighed and said in that alluring English accent, "I always told you I had a thing for American blondes..."

Arching an eyebrow, I glanced at my closed bedroom door and wondered to whom Nora might be referring. Running through the quick mental catalog of my "harem", the only name I came up with was Whitney Arvidsson, a blue-eyed pale blonde of Nordic descent who nevertheless was as American as they came. But Nora and Whitney had become quite close friends, and it didn't quite jive in my head for Nora to be referring to her this way.

Still bent over with her cheek in her palm, Nora let her naked ass jut out and sway from side-to-side as her gaze turned inward, perhaps to recent memory. "She's even more gorgeous than her magazine pictures..."

Adrienne. My eyebrows popped in realization that not only had my so-called "sister" come to visit, but that she'd already hooked up with one or more of the Tri-Delts while I was at class. And when I heard an erotic moan float through the closed door I realized that the "hooking up" wasn't done just yet.

Quickly moving to my bedroom, I opened the door and whistled, quite impressed at the sight before me: Atop my bed, two 19-year-old sophomores and a 21-year-old supermodel crawled all over each other in various states of undress. Adrienne wore a powder blue lace bra to restrain her big hooters and matching panties, although the strap of her panties had been pulled aside as petite Asian Jeannie Patitta worked a cream-colored dildo in and out of her wet snatch. At the other end, Adrienne's face wriggled between the naked thighs of Leticia Canas, with the big-titted, red-haired Latina gasping like a fish out of water while her own hands snaked beneath her tank top to palm her own breasts. But this arrangement only lasted for a few seconds before Adrienne crawled up Leticia's body, yanking down the redhead's tank top to suckle on a nipple before shoving her girlcum-coated tongue into Leticia's mouth. And at the same time, Jeannie moved up the bed as well, pulling the dildo out of Adrienne and sticking it into Leticia before shoving her face into Adrienne's butt cheeks and apparently sticking her tongue into the blonde girl's asshole.

Adrienne squealed and rolled over onto her back, giggling in both surprise and excitement. Leticia rolled with her, this time pulling aside Adrienne's bra to suckle on an engorged nipple before reaching down, yanking the dildo out of her cunt, and then forcefully pushing Jeannie onto her back, sliding the Thai girl's panties aside, and shoving the dildo into HER.

Giggling, Nora arrived beside me and slid a hand down the back of my cargo shorts, palming my ass. "Bloody firecracker, that one," she sighed rapturously. "Twenty minutes and she already had me knackered."

I wasn't really paying attention to Nora. At the moment, Adrienne had my full attention as she jumped up to her knees and threw her head back. My vision seemed to slow down like in the movies as her mane of golden blonde hair flipped through the air from relative bottom-right to upper-left and around the back of her head. The afternoon light came through a side window and across the bed, causing her hazel eyes to sparkle as she caught sight of me. Electricity shot through her gaze and a wicked grin spread across Adrienne's face. And without even looking down, she reached out and grabbed hold of Leticia's head, pinning it against her chest and directing the other girl to suck harder on her exposed boob as if to emphatically state she was the clear Alpha female in the room.

With Leticia no longer assaulting her with the dildo, Jeannie sat up and pulled it out of her cunt again. Gleefully, the pretty Thai babe slid the business end of the fake cock into Adrienne once more. But rather than take control of the blonde, Adrienne simply reached out and grabbed Jeannie's head, pulling the smaller girl against her other breast before closing her eyes and letting her head tilt back as she absorbed the sensations of both tits being nursed while a thick cock filled her cunt.

"Fuck. Me." Nora hummed. "She's bloody glorious!"

Very rarely had I invoked the "seizure" part of the Tri-Delt West proclamation, at least not physically. In most cases, I didn't need to bother since once I initiated, the girls willingly followed wherever I led.

But not this time. With neither warning nor request I simply reached out and grabbed Nora from beside me. Keeping my eyes on glorious Adrienne, I spun Nora about and pushed down on her shoulders to drop the brunette onto her knees. With my left hand on the back of Nora's head, I used my right to unzip myself and free my rock-hard erection. And then still gawking at the sight of Adrienne dominating the two sophomore Tri-Delts, I yanked Nora's head forward and shoved my cock into her mouth.

The sexual creature had been awakened.

Over the past couple of weeks, the Tri-Delts at one time or another had all expressed surprise that I hadn't slept with Leticia or Jeannie yet. They listened to my reasoning about not knowing them as well as the others, but weren't shy about pointing out that I'd barely met Madison, Misa, and Lupe (not to mention several others) before boinking them at the Blowjob Party. I didn't really have a better explanation at the time, which had only prompted the girls to collectively deduce that I must want THEM to seduce ME. And over the past week, Leticia and Jeannie both had certainly stepped up their flirtations with me.

But still I resisted. Though they both made clear their desires, a part of me just felt wrong about the whole situation. I know it was ironic that a guy regularly nailing ten different Tri-Delts with no remorse for our lack of serious relationship would have a hang-up over adding two more notches to his belt, and yet I did. Leticia and Jeannie were young, the same age as Brooke and her froshling friends. And even though I considered my little sister and Nora fully mature enough to have sex with, I had spent the past three years putting girls their age into a different category.

More to the point, my lack of a real friendship with either girl kept me at arm's length from them. As previously pointed out, I didn't have real friendships with Madison, Misa, or Lupe either, and all three of them had by now exited my regular rotation. Wham, bam (and bam and bam and bam), thank you kind sir. Unlike the girls with whom I'd shared some history dating back to Adrienne's pledge class, or at least Nora's and Whitney's pledge class, I couldn't see these sophomores as anything more than meaningless flings that would soon go the way of the others I'd barely known.

So short of grabbing me and yanking my shorts down, it just didn't seem that they were going to get the hard pounding they apparently craved. And with me continuing to play hard to get, I had figured we were only a day or two away from them going ahead and yanking my shorts down.

As it turned out, they wouldn't have to. In a single wanton sex act, one that I hadn't even actively participated in, all those concerns were washed away. The mere sight of Adrienne dominating the crap out of these young girls had me red hot and feeling nothing but pure lust. Few women in this world could do that to me without even touching me, and Adrienne was one of them. With the sexual creature now in control, I didn't worry about Leticia's and Jeannie's ages. I didn't worry about how long we would stay friends or even just fuck-buddies. All I worried about was how many articles of clothing the three girls still had in the way and what was necessary to remove such impediments.

Removal wasn't very hard. Jeannie's panties came apart nicely, ripping right down the middle to leave roughly half of their material in each of my hands before my cock suddenly invaded her soaked cunt. Her bra bunched up nicely around her neck as I feasted upon her dusky brownish nipples. And Adrienne did the honors of removing her own panties and shoving them into the Latina's gaping mouth when I reminded the girls of Tonya's request to keep the noise down.

Leticia, on the other hand, wasn't even wearing panties. So there was no impediment as I grabbed onto her shapely hips and drilled her from behind. I did, however, slide my hands beneath her tank top to cup her big swaying melons for a few minutes before dragging the thin cotton shirt forward and over her face. I left it there for a minute, tightening the fabric with my left hand so that Leticia's eyes, nose, and mouth were completely covered by the tank top. She panicked momentarily, unable to decide whether to use her hands to keep her body upright in the doggy-position or scrabble at the tank top to try and dislodge the shirt trapping her face claustrophobically. And having my thick cock continue to hammer away at her stretched pussy as an extra distraction wasn't helping matters.

With my right hand, I tickled Leticia's erogenous zones while she continued to panic. I don't think she was even aware of how close to orgasm she was coming, but her elevated heart rate and hyperventilation from trying to breathe through the porous cotton shirt had primed her body perfectly. And when I reached around and strummed her clit like a guitar chord, the busty redhead's spine jerked into an arch as she finally collapsed face-down across my mattress, screaming in unexpected ecstasy.

Beside me, Adrienne was laughing merrily. She'd buckled on a strap-on dildo and was trying to copy me by fucking Nora from behind, aping some of my hand movements. She'd never be as proficient a cock-fucker as me, but she was certainly having a good time.

Nora was having a good time as well, getting drilled from one end while she feasted on Jeannie's pussy at the other. But after I plugged up Leticia's pussy full of sperm and then dismounted, Jeannie crawled over and flipped her friend onto her back before diving in to slurp out the creampie.

I grinned to watch her hungrily suck down my cum. I wasn't sure whether Leticia and Jeannie had volunteered to join the harem or had been invited by the regulars, but either way, they were my kind of girls. It seemed that being a horny bisexual who loved eating creampies was a requirement for entry into Tri-Delt West.

Adrienne took note of my semi-hard state, and pulled out of Nora to come over and service me. It was rather amusing to watch Adrienne awkwardly try and figure out how to kneel forward and suck on my cock without her own fake dildo impacting the mattress and getting in her way. "Having trouble, AD?" I teased.

"Don't mock or you won't get sucked, Tiger." They were the first words she'd spoken to me. Rolling her eyes, Adrienne huffed, unbuckled the damn thing, and tossed it aside. She bent forward and hummed as she took my cock deep into her mouth while I reached up and patted her head proudly. But then she screamed and nearly bit my prick when Nora suddenly shoved the strap-on into her cunt from behind.

Nora giggled. "You know, I've never actually worn one of these."

"No time like the present," I said with a grin, gesturing to Adrienne's upturned ass.

Pulling the fake cock out of the hot blonde, Nora paused to stick it into her mouth and moan as she sucked off the pussy juices. But then she sat back on her heels, turning the contraption about while trying to figure out how to put it on. And in the end, it was Jeannie who came over to help Nora get buckled in.

By the time Nora got situated, Adrienne had gotten me hard. Deep-throating me once and then pulling back slowly, my buxom blonde goddess smiled around a mouthful of cock and then sat back, giving me a big smile as she patted my rock-hard prick. "Save one for me, please?"

"For you, of course," I promised.

Turning about, Adrienne then returned to Nora and drew the English rose in for a deep, tongue-searching kiss. Pressing harder, she pushed Nora onto her back and then straddled the smaller girl's waist. And then taking hold of the dildo, she aimed it and sank herself down to begin the up-and-down cowgirl motions while simultaneously reaching her hands forward to play with Nora's tits.

That left me to rejoin Leticia and Jeannie for a fresh threesome. Jeannie pouted, saying, "The girls all said I'm not a full harem member until you've squirted inside me."

Reaching up, I stroked Jeannie's cute face and smiled. "My apologies, my dear. Let's get you another orgasm or three. And then we'll see about ensuring your full promotion."

Both girls laughed and then grabbed my shoulders, falling backward and pulling me after them.

The girls may have considered internal combustion to be the standard for harem membership, but I had a loftier goal in mind. Whatever else the girls thought, I didn't consider my job done until the Tri-Delt in question was unconscious, drooling, and leaking my sperm onto the bedsheets. So I kept going until both Leticia and Jeannie were sleeping peacefully.

Just for good measure, I knocked out Nora, too. I still hadn't fucked Adrienne yet, but with my final erection, I smiled and extended a hand out to Adrienne. "Told you I'd save you one."

My lovely lady beamed at me, but sighed as she glanced across the bed. Even though it was King-sized, she had to comment, "Kinda crowded up here though."

I surveyed the three sleeping sophomore Tri-Delts taking up most of the available space and smirked. "Kinda."

"Is the room next door free?"

I started to nod but then shook my head. "Sasha's studying."

"Downstairs then?" Adrienne squeezed my hand and then stepped off the bed, pulling me after her.

I glanced down at my nudity and hesitated for only a moment before grinning and replying, "Sure. Why not?"

Giggling, Adrienne led us both naked to the door and outside. We'd been upstairs screwing sophomores for longer than I thought, as it was already dinner time. So I blushed to see Andie, Tonya, and Jocelyn now seated at the dining table along with Jamie, Lakhi, and Whitney. More surprising was that despite my concerns and Sasha's closed door, she had actually gone downstairs and was having dinner with the Tri-Delts. When she saw us, Sasha raised her eyebrows in surprise even as her eyeballs dropped downward toward my dick.

The girls figured out what we were up to and simply waved to us. Tonya added, "Remember to keep the noise down. Some of us will be trying to eat."

"And others of us want you to be loud so we can masturbate right here at the dining table!" Andie chimed in.

"Eww!" Whitney protested.

Laughing even harder, Adrienne just sped us up as we scampered hand-in-hand through the hallway and into Brooke's old bedroom. Adrienne then turned and slammed the door shut before dissolving into a fit of giggles. And just as I was catching my breath and getting my laughter under control, Adrienne suddenly lunged into me, pushing me and pushing me until she'd toppled me flat across her bed.

"Mmm... finally..." she crooned before ducking her head and sucking my cock into her mouth. I'd lost a little hardness in the trek downstairs, but Adrienne's talented mouth quickly had me back at full mast.

Due in no small part to the many hours of practice she'd put in on me, Adrienne was a master cocksucker. As waves and waves of pleasure assaulted my brain, I groaned and let my head fall back against the mattress. And sighing with deep satisfaction, I mumbled, "I've missed you."

"Sorry I wasn't here for you earlier."

"Not your fault. You were busy."

"Not anymore. Fashion Week is over and the Swimsuit Issue is out."

"I saw it. Hey, you still made the cover."

Adrienne groaned. "As part of a group picture, not a solo. Still, at least I didn't get kicked off entirely. The sex tape actually worked."

I chuckled and shook my head. "I still can't believe we actually did that and put it on the internet."

"Regrets?"

"For you? No. Always for you. Anytime."

"You're so sweet. The perfect boyfriend."

"Speaking of which, how IS your new boyfriend? What's his name... ? Shawn? Shane?"

"Shane. Ohmigawd, he's gorgeous. His abs are just sick and he's got the softest blue eyes and that perfectly unkempt hair. It's really too bad that behind closed doors he's fruitier than an Edible Arrangements gift basket."

I laughed. "Not even a little bisexual?"

"Nope, although he lets me watch him fuck his boyfriend. Oddly arousing sometimes..."

"Eww ... Look what you just did."

Sure enough, my cock had started to droop in Adrienne's hands.

"Aww ... poor baby. Let mama make it all better." She promptly inhaled my prick and quickly sucked me back to full hardness. Seeking to wipe my mind of any thoughts of Shane and his boyfriend, I concentrated on the sight of Adrienne's beautiful face and big-ass naked titties, wobbling wonderfully as she more or less fucked her face on my cock.

"Oh, fuck yeah..." I groaned in rapturous pleasure. "Some days I wish you'd move back in with me and we could do this all the time."

Adrienne pulled off my prick with an audible [pop], and then continued jacking my shaft as she looked up at me. "Well you WILL get to keep me for a while this time. I'm joining your harem. You can 'seize and inseminate' me anytime you want from now on."

I chuckled. "That's a Tri-Delt mandate. And I think it's a little late for you to pledge the sorority."

"Did you forget? I AM a Tri-Delt."

"Holy shit ... Yeah!"

"Sure, I've been gone for a little while. But I still remember the oath." Putting on a solemn expression, Adrienne sat back on her heels and raised her right hand. Staring right at my cock, she intoned, "I pledge allegiance ... to the flag ... of Ben's gorgeous column of man-meat. And to the body ... to which it's attached ... one- tee-hee!"

Adrienne couldn't finish the rest of her impromptu oath as I just couldn't restrain myself any longer, reaching down to tickle her ribs before grabbing her beneath each armpit and then physically hoisting her up and onto the bed. Even though Brooke and DJ had moved out, I still kept the two bedrooms made with sheets to handle impromptu sessions like this, as well as let the Tri-Delts crash overnight from time to time when they weren't sleeping with me.

We made out for a minute, battling tongues amidst breathy gasps. Then, sliding myself down her body, I let my hands trail all the way down her long legs and down to her feet, where I started giving her an impromptu foot massage. That only lasted for thirty seconds while I bent over and kissed her inner thigh. And then I continued kissing and massaging my way higher until I was rubbing her calves and dipping my tongue into her wet slit.

Already used and abused multiple times by various dildos and saturated from repeated orgasms, Adrienne's pussy was an open pocket of wet warmth. I slurped up her nectar and then moved higher, nuzzling my nose into her belly and tickling her skin-denting ribs with my lips.

"Bennn..." Adrienne groaned impatiently. "Don't make me wait any longer."

I made her wait a little longer. Those mouth-watering 36F melons were just too big and juicy and enticing to resist. I devoured each nipple ravenously, almost a little too hard since they'd been rubbed raw over the past hour-plus of five-way orgy. My fingers buzzed her clit as I reclined on my side next to her naked body, but then Adrienne's hands found my own, batting them away before grabbing my hips and physically yanking me atop her.

That action provided the catalyst for my sexual energy, and in a sudden rush I scrambled into position, notched my cockhead at her open gash, and then powerfully lunged inside. Adrienne threw her head back to scream at my sudden penetration, causing me to miss kissing her by a fraction of a second. Instead, I suckled on her neck and quickly moved down to bite her shoulder gently as my hands reached up to grab the headboard and use my arms as leverage to rather violently power myself in and out of her cunt.

"AAAAAUUUGH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Adrienne howled, oblivious to whoever might be outside of her room. Yeah, Tonya had asked us to keep the noise down, but I didn't particularly care anymore and it's not like any of them didn't realize what was going on in here.

Reaching down with my right arm, I raised only Adrienne's left leg over my shoulder, bending her into the splits while pivoting my hips just a bit to get even deeper penetration into her cunt.

"Oh ... shiiittt..." Adrienne groaned. "Fuck me. Never stop fucking me..."

"Unnnghhh!" I grunted, blown away by the intensity of our fuck. After a little while, Adrienne raised her right leg over my shoulder on her own. Then, cinching my hands beneath her armpits again, I grabbed onto Adrienne's shoulders from behind and powerfully jerked her body against me to add even more force to our lustfully-crazed thrusts.

"FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!" she shrieked eagerly, flinging herself against my body just as hard as I was pounding her. And all of a sudden, I felt her breath cut out as she tightened up and exploded in orgasm.

"Yeeeeeee-AUGGGH!" Adrienne screamed as the climax ripped through her. Her hips launched off the bed, driving both of us several inches into the air before we crashed back down, gravity pushing me just a little bit deeper into her body. Immediately after, she dropped her legs off my shoulders and scissored them around my lower back, trapping me inside her while she used her own abs and inner muscles to milk me for my cum.

Just as she started coming down from her high, I obliged her. And while making short stabbing thrusts in a hopeless quest to drive my cockhead into her damn fallopian tubes, I stiffened up and began hosing her down with cum.

"Fuuuuuck!" Adrienne groaned as she felt the hot splatters against her insides.

"NNGGH!" I grunted with her, my neck and jaw muscles straining from the exertion of trying to cram even more cock meat into her body.

And then finally I blasted out the final drops of sperm in my balls, my sexual energy dropping off a cliff as I collapsed flat atop Adrienne's chest. I only managed to prop one elbow up on the mattress to keep from collapsing completely, just barely holding my head up from bashing into her nose. But Adrienne wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down so that my face ended up in the pillow beside her as she did her level best to give me a total body hug with my cock slowly deflating inside her.

"Oh, I love you, Tiger..." Adrienne crooned, cinching me even tighter. "Anytime, anywhere, I'm yours. Always and forever. Never forget that..."

"Grmph..." I grunted in my post-ejaculate stupor. Wiping out Nora, Leticia, Jeannie, AND Adrienne had also wiped ME out.

"I mean it, Ben," Adrienne cooed, her eyes boring into mine as she used my real name. She held my cheeks in her hands and held my face up so that we could look at each other from inches away. "I owe you everything. I owe you my life. Sometimes I feel like I'm being terribly selfish by taking off and gallivanting around the world, doing my own thing. I remind myself that you're well-taken care of, whether it's with Dawn or DJ or Kim ... But you don't have anybody special right now, and that worries me. I just need you to know that all you have to do is snap your fingers and I'll give it all up. For you, I will, no questions asked."

"Adrienne, you know I'd never ask you to do that."

"But I would. In a heartbeat. For you. Only ever for you..." There were tears in her eyes now. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I haven't been here for you before now."

"Hey, hey ... You don't have to feel bad. I'm okay. I'm holding up just fine ... MORE than fine if you can't tell by the crowd of girls hanging out in my dining room just waiting for me to ravish them. Seriously ... I'm fine."

But despite my reassurances, not to mention the amazing sex we'd just had, Adrienne was momentarily inconsolable. I cradled her in my arms and pressed her forehead against my chest, all while my cock slowly deflated inside her worn and used pussy. Maybe she really had been stressing out about my well-being. Maybe her emotions were simply a little more raw after that incredible climax. But despite her stated desire to be here to support me, right now SHE needed to feel better, and I was only too happy to support HER.

"I'm fine," I repeated. "And you're here. And even if you were to leave three minutes from now, I would know my life was better to have you in it for what little time I had."

Tilting her head back, Adrienne focused on massaging my hyper-sensitive prick with her vaginal muscles and then sighed, "I just feel like you've given so much to me, from the love of your family to Adam to my dad to stopping me from becoming the bitch I was turning into ... I can never repay you. You know that, right?"

"You don't owe me a thing."

She took a deep breath, and then pulled my head down so that our foreheads touched. "I'd marry you, you know. If you asked me. I didn't think I'd have to. I honestly thought you'd be better off with Dawn or DJ or even Kim. Somebody who'd want to give you the kids you always wanted. But now ... I mean ... Kim's already pregnant. And maybe ... well ... if she keeps the baby, then I'm off the hook."

I blinked and pulled my forehead off of Adrienne's, staring into her eyes. "What are you saying?"

"I love you, Ben. Always have. You're the only man for me, the only man I'll ever want for the rest of my life. If I don't marry you, then who else?"

I shook my head. "You're talking crazy. And you're talking from a place of guilt. I LOVE you, and I always will, but we've got a good thing going here right now, don't we? My sister ... with benefits. We tried the romantic route once before – actually, twice before – and failed both times. I'm your rock, and really, you're mine. It's better this way, isn't it? Don't you love the relationship we now have?"

Blinking away tears, she nodded. "I do."

"Then let's not change it. Not now. Not because you feel guilty for leaving me alone or some such nonsense. I'm clearly NOT alone. Sure, I don't have a current girlfriend, but that's going to happen from time to time until I finally can settle down with The One. Maybe it'll be someone I haven't met yet. Maybe it'll be DJ if she can get over this guilt. Hell, maybe it WILL be you. But not now. Not yet. I do love you, but the last thing I would ever want was for you to marry me simply because you felt like I had nobody else. Okay?"

She sniffled, weighing my words. But after a few moments, she bit her lip and nodded.

I kissed her quickly, and then raised my hands to hold her cheeks. "You and me ... always and forever ... That doesn't change. Alright?"

She managed a teary smile. "Alright."

I kissed her again, and this time she parted her lips to let me tongue in. My cock was only half-hard but still wedged inside her, and the longer we kissed the firmer I got. But just when I started to think I might actually have enough energy for one more go-round, my stomach gurgled loud enough to make Adrienne pull her mouth back and laugh.

"Hungry?"

My stomach gurgled again. "Okay ... dinner first, THEN we'll go back to fucking."

She grinned. "Sounds like a plan."

Adrienne stayed through the weekend, but on Monday I sent her off to fly back to New York, back to her supermodel's life. Despite her repeated insistence that she would give it all up for me, I knew that being a model both excited and satisfied her, and deep down she really knew I'd never ask her to.

Still, I very much enjoyed the nearly five days and four nights we had together, as did all of my girls. They had not forgotten that Adrienne Dennis was a Tri-Delt, and the older ones had not forgotten just how good she was in bed. Seriously, for those four nights Jocelyn spent more time with her than she did with her new boyfriend.

The only one who didn't actually have sex with Adrienne, oddly enough, was Sasha. One would have thought they'd be fast friends and ready lovers after making that sex tape together, but for some reason Sasha was holding herself a bit aloof. The two were perfectly cordial at dinner that first Wednesday night, and cracked a few jokes back and forth. But for whatever reasons, Sasha never seemed entirely comfortable around Adrienne, and despite her ravenous appetite for fresh pussy, my buxom blonde "sister" didn't pressure my roommate into doing anything she didn't feel comfortable with. Why would she? Adrienne had nine horny Tri-Delts to play with.

Actually, we didn't see much of Sasha during that time at all. Sure, I had classes with her on Thursday and Friday, but she had work on all of the weekend nights and she also stayed in San Francisco all day Saturday hanging out with some of her stripper friends, like Marisa, with whom she hadn't spent a lot of time lately. It wasn't until Monday morning's usual threesome that Sasha and I hooked up for the first time in a week, and I didn't think it a coincidence that it happened less than an hour after Adrienne left.

But I didn't comment on Sasha's momentary reticence. Tangentially, I tried to sort of slip into the topic a few times without getting anywhere. If Sasha felt uncomfortable around Adrienne for some reason I wanted to know why. But at the same time, I didn't want to pressure her any more than Adrienne did, and days later once Adrienne was gone, it was like nothing had ever happened. Sasha went right back to normal.

With Adrienne gone, my college life also returned to normal. I currently had eight "active" harem girls: Andie, Jamie, Jeannie, Lakhi, Leticia, Nora, Whitney, and of course, Sasha. Jocelyn and Tonya still hung out around the house and played with the girls, even if not with me. And even Lupe, Madison, and Misa still dropped by occasionally.

The Tri-Delt West charter was still on the wall in the foyer, and those latter three certainly knew what they were getting into whenever they walked through my front door. I caught Misa making bedroom eyes at me one evening and unceremoniously hauled her over my shoulder and carried her kicking and screaming up the stairs to my bathroom. Despite her loud and semi-violent show of resistance, her lips were glued to mine with her legs wrapped around my waist the instant we got behind the bathroom door. The only time we stopped kissing was to get her shirt over her head, and then still with her legs around my waist, we stepped into the shower and managed to stick my dick inside her supertight but superwet cunt.

Bad idea.

I may have mentioned before that Misa fucked like a Tasmanian Devil, and even though the little girl weighed about a hundred pounds soaking wet, it took all of my strength to hold her against my body lest she brain herself against the shower tiles in her violent jerks and lunges. Finally, I simply tugged the curtain aside and stepped out of the tub, not caring that the shower was still running. Then I smothered the skinny Vietnamese girl on the floor beneath my far greater weight and literally fucked her into the ground.

Wet, slippery, and helplessly pinned beneath me, even Misa's spastic Tasmanian gyrations couldn't shake her body loose. And I rutted away to my heart's content and gave her three shrieking orgasms before dropping my entire weight onto her body and completing the insemination part of my charter. Now satisfied, Misa sat me on top of the toilet and showed off her golf-ball-through-a-garden-hose sucking skills to bring me back to hardness before getting up and tapping on the door. It swung open to reveal a fully naked Madison waiting outside, and the tall, leggy brunette took me by the hand and led me into the shower to finish cleaning me up.

Madison spent the night.

Wednesday found me dialing up the sophomores once again, although just Jeannie and Leticia; Nora had gotten hers with Whitney on Tuesday. Andie and Jamie spent the night on Wednesday night, but Lakhi got Thursday morning and Nora and Whitney got Thursday afternoon.

Sasha spent the night with me one-on-one, something that had started to happen rather regularly, save for last week when Adrienne spent every single night in my bed. "Sasha Thursdays" had become something of a regular thing, since it was her last night with me before the weekends when she usually wouldn't return home until quite late. Come to think of it, I wondered if that was why Sasha felt uncomfortable around Adrienne, perhaps thinking my adoptive sister had usurped her position as my "constant". But whatever the reason, Sasha happily fell asleep in my arms with a load of cum slowly oozing out of her pussy. And she woke up the next morning when I stuck my morning erection into her still-sodden snatch from behind.

Still, we didn't quite get to have a one-on-one that Friday morning. About five minutes after we got started, my bedroom door creaked open and Andie and Jamie both stuck their heads around to see if we were up.

"Is this a private party?" Andie asked.

"Or is there room for two more?" Jamie added.

I chuckled and shook my head. Adrienne had put that little phrase into the girls' heads, and I'd heard it more than a few times in the last week.

Pulling out of Sasha, I rolled onto my back and flipped the covers off our naked bodies. Raising my arms in welcome, I replied, "Come on in girls. Have at it."

They were already shedding their clothes on the way to the bed.

I was SO glad I didn't have any Friday morning classes.

"You sure this is the right place?" Jamie asked as she steered her beat-up Ford Explorer into the lot, her right wheel hopping the curb instead of the driveway. Still recovering from the momentary jolt, I winced as she came within a fraction of an inch of knocking over a sign pole, but she managed to pull up in front of the club without further incident.

Note to self: Do NOT let Jamie drive us home.

The girl was sweet, and lovely (hence the nickname), but she was one of the worst drivers I'd ever seen. Now I understood why Andie had somewhat subtly suggested that I chauffeur them over Jamie's insistence that it was her SUV. Not understanding, I'd sided with Jamie, but now I knew better.

Just get her drunk and claim that as the reason she can't drive.

Good plan. Mental five! [slap].

"It's the right place," I finally answered, unbuckling my seatbelt from the shotgun spot. Andie had pleaded for me to join the girls on one of the two bench seats so they could mess around during the drive into the City, but I'd told the girls to be patient.

"But it just doesn't look right," Whitney commented from the back row. "This place looks like a nice restaurant."

I chuckled and nodded my head. "I've heard that before. Trust me. It's the right place."

I got out of the car and waited by the entrance while the valet took the keys from Jamie. Tonya, Lupe, Jocelyn, Andie, and Whitney piled out alongside me, and together the seven of us headed into the enclosed lobby with muted, but not dark, lighting.

A slender brunette and an Asian with fake tits stood behind the podium, dressed like proper restaurant hostesses. "Welcome to Nocturne. How may I help you?" the brunette asked.

Taking the lead, I said, "Reservation for--"

"You're Emmanuelle's friends, aren't you?" the Asian said with just a trace of an accent, cutting me off.

I smiled after a half-beat, having to remember that "Emmanuelle" was Sasha's stage name. I nodded and replied, "We are."

The Asian girl, her name tag reading "Mai", gestured for us to follow her toward the door on our left. "I'll lead you inside. Please follow me."

The girls glanced at each other. Of them, only Lupe, Tonya, and Jocelyn had turned 21. Andie, Jamie, and Whitney were only 20 and while they had fake IDs, they weren't expecting that they wouldn't need them.

Although all six girls had been to bars before, only Lupe and Jocelyn had been in a strip club. I watched them as they went inside, their perplexed expressions mirroring my own puzzlement the first time I'd come here for Bert's 21st birthday. Even today, I was struck by how the décor was so much unlike the stereotypical strip club, with none of the trademark neon lights, cheesy music, or scantily clad women on little stages one might expect.

"Maybe she really IS a waitress..." I heard Andie mumble.

The Tri-Delts had known from the beginning that Sasha left each weekend to work in the City. At first, she gave them the line about waitressing at a club downtown, but as they shared more and more intimacies, she'd confessed to being a stripper a few weeks ago. Rather than look down upon her, the girls were quite impressed. Jamie and Whitney even asked Sasha for help with seduction moves, something they'd immediately put into practice two days later when the three of them seduced me together by doing a group strip tease.

Over the intervening weeks, the girls had begged for a chance to go visit the club, especially since most of them had never been in a strip club. For a while, Sasha put them off saying she'd feel weird. But they assured her they'd be perfect guests and in the end, Sasha had relented. They'd booked reservations, and tonight was the night.

With seven people, we didn't quite fit around a single circular table. Instead, Mai placed us at two tables side-by-side, with only a narrow passage between and the chairs oriented so that no one would be seated with her back to her friends. I noticed that we were placed immediately next to the false wall, so that when it rolled up into the ceiling, we would have a front row view of the stage. I didn't tell the girls that, choosing instead to wait and see their surprise. But it was me who was surprised when our waitress announced her arrival by placing a hand on my shoulder, climbing into my lap with an arm around my neck, and then leaning over to shove her tongue into my mouth.

Though the kiss was unexpected, I'd been surprised in such a manner way too many times to be totally caught off guard. After only the briefest hesitation, I kissed right back and was rewarded with an erotic purr emanating from the woman's throat. By taste and touch I already knew it wasn't Sasha kissing me, and that I had no clue who she was, but I didn't mind. I'd find out soon enough, and in the meantime, she wanted to kiss me and I was happy enough to go along with that.

Unfortunately my hands went wandering as I slid them down her spine before cupping her juicy ass. I felt sheer stockings beneath my palms, the only things separating my hands from her naked skin. But despite this coverage, such a grope was a no-no at this stage of the evening, and my unexpected kisser backed off and waggled a finger in my face. "Not yet, loverboy."

I smiled as I now recognized her. "Nice to see you again, Angelica. Or should I call you Marisa?"

The beautiful busty brunette grinned and touched an upright finger to my lips. "Shh ... that's a private name for private times. If you play your cards right, you might get to use it. But here I am Angelica."

"Works for me."

"Emmanuelle asked me specifically to wait on you and your friends tonight."

"I'm sure she did. Will she be at another table?"

Angelica shook her head. "Not tonight. Entertainment only."

I nodded. I would have felt awkward watching Sasha working a different table from ours tonight, and perhaps she felt the same. The only thing more awkward would have been waiting on us herself.

"So!" Angelica now said brightly, slipping off my lap and standing upright. She mimed holding a pen and pad even though her hands were free. "Drink orders? What can I get you?

I already knew this was going to be a great night.

Reassuring the Tri-Delts that the entertainment portion of the evening was still to come, I managed to get them to enjoy their dinner and get a little cocktail buzz. Andie and Jamie, the two seated to either side of me, were getting a little handsy. I let them stroke my cock outside my pants but drew the line at slipping inside and actually giving me a handjob. We finished our meals and dessert, and then I grinned while watching the surprised expressions on the girls' faces when the wall beside us turned translucent and rolled up into the ceiling. Surprise turned to delight as realization set in. Delight turned into fascination as the first act came on stage. And fascination turned into arousal as the dancers' clothes started coming off.

"WOOOO!!!" Andie suddenly stood up and threw her arms in the air.

"WOOOO!!!" Whitney was quick to join her. And while the other girls didn't stand up or anything, they eagerly cheered as well.

Their enthusiasm turned out to be contagious, and several other tables came to life. Sure, many of them were filled with guys, but they seemed as happy to see the Tri-Delts as they were to see the dancers. Cheers and whistles rang out, and the dancers on stage soaked up the attention like a sponge. This first number was a group act, like many a burlesque show, and the dancers' gyrations and hip thrusts seemed to have a little extra energy in them as they completed their number.

And we were just getting started.

The Tri-Delts settled down after that, with Andie literally settling down in my lap. She didn't do much more than grind her ass against my erection, her eyes on the stage. The girls still whistled and cheered particularly flamboyant manuevers, and applauded politely at the end of each set.

"She's good," Jocelyn breathed from beside me. She'd slipped into Andie's vacant seat, moving closer to me and getting a better view of the stage as well.

I glanced up, recognizing the willowy blonde with a drum tight ass and perky A-cups, currently doing a ballet routine to somber piano music while slowly peeling off each layer of clothing. By now, she was down to just her shoes and a pink tutu, and every time she spun and then bent over, we had a perfect view of her naked ass and shaved pussy.

"Kady said the same thing," I mumbled.

"Huh?" Jocelyn asked.

"Nevermind. Andie, can you hand me that box up there?"

"Box? Oh..." The perky blonde on my lap seemed surprised to see the box of request cards, but she retrieved it obediently and I fished a card out for Jocelyn.

"Take her into the back," I told the Filipina, gesturing with the card toward the ballerina. "Let her show you a good time. My treat."

"This whole trip has already been your treat."

I smiled and shrugged. "And every day you girls spend in my house is a treat for me. Her name is Renee. Go on. Have fun."

Arching an eyebrow, Jocelyn got a pen and started scribbling onto the card. I held it up, and moments later Angelica retrieved it from me. When Renee came by the table two songs later, Jocelyn reached out and grabbed Tonya's hand. The three of them went into the back and didn't come out until ten minutes later, Jocelyn with several smears of red lipstick all over her face.

"Have a good time?" I asked.

"The best." Jocelyn grinned, with Tonya smirking right behind her. "That girl is so flexible! And this place is so much cooler than the other strip club I've been to."

"That it is."

Just then, a pretty blonde with Double-D tits came up and tapped Andie's arm. My lap-warmer squealed happily and started tugging on my hand as she slipped onto the floor. "What?" I asked.

"You're coming with us," Andie explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "She's just your type, isn't she?"

Tall, blonde, busty, and beautiful: yes, she was my type. But I wasn't really interested in getting private lapdances, not on this trip. I was just about to explain that to Andie when the announcer came on in her smoky-sweet and seductive voice, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome ... Emmanuelle!"

My attention was immediately on stage, the busty blonde and Andie both long-forgotten. The curtain rose, and at first I was surprised to see an empty stage. Jamie gasped beside me, and only then did I look up and notice that Sasha was hanging upside-down over the center of the stage with one leg hooked over a suspended ring. She was clad in a red and black leotard with white lace trim and her dark hair was pulled back into a severe bun. She looked like an Olympic gymnast, right down to the sparkly makeup, except that she was wearing strappy high heels that fastened several inches up her ankles, and that I'd never seen an Olympic gymnast with D-cup tits busting out the top of her leotard.

Slowly, and building with the crescendo of the music, Sasha extended her arms and then lifted her body upward while twisting to the side, her momentum spinning the ring as she grabbed onto one side and then curled her body into a new position. Pivoting forward, she executed some kind of tumble that resulted in her belly resting on the base of the ring while she bent her body into a circle, her legs kicked up with a single high heel hooked beneath the top of the ring and both hands holding onto the ring at the same point, showing amazing flexibility. And still spinning, she gradually released first one arm and then the other along with one leg until she was extended out in a full stretch, save for one leg bent to maintain contact with the ring lest she fall.

I suddenly understood how she might end up with an injured hip.

Sasha quite literally danced on that spinning ring. In retrospect, I realized she had to pause to catch her breath from time to time, but even during those pauses her arms or legs would extend, curl, and retract, adding movement and flavor to her performance even without big tricks. Her aerial dancing was perfectly synchronized to the music, letting the ebbs and flows of some orchestral piece I'd never heard of tug at my heartstrings. The melody was sad, melancholy. Without lyrics it spoke of unrequited love and pain. And more than one of the girls beside me had started crying.

It was, quite literally, like nothing I'd ever seen.

The room had gone silent. No catcalls, no cheers. No Tri-Delts yelling "Woo". Everyone was enraptured by the performance in front of them as Sasha changed into position after position, each one seemingly more dangerous than the last with the ring constantly spinning and spinning. At one point, she dangled entirely from the ring only holding on with one hand. The music swelled, and I could metaphorically envision Sasha holding onto her last shred of hope by just her fingertips. Putting aside the performance, I realized that -I- would have had difficulty showing the upper body strength to get back up with only one hand. But with a triumphant note, Sasha kicked out with her legs and again used her momentum perfectly to hook a leg over the base of the ring and then hoist herself back up. And only then did the first cheers ring out.

She never removed the leotard. She never revealed any more flesh than she had started with. Nobody cared. And when Sasha sat up in the center of the ring, panting from the exertion and holding onto the rim with both hands, the room burst into thunderous applause.

I didn't see Sasha for nearly an hour after her performance. I figured that she would need quite a bit of time to rest after that kind of exertion. It's one thing to dance a jazz number on stage, and quite another to perform that kind of Cirque ballet above the stage. But even beyond the need for rest, I recognized the more likely reason for her long absence: requests.

After a performance like that, Sasha would stand to make a lot of money for private versions, especially ones that resulted in her clothes coming off. After all, the paying patrons hadn't gotten to see her goodies on stage. For a brief moment, I thought about getting jealous, but that moment quickly passed. After all, this was what Sasha did for a living, to pay her way through college. Unlike me, she didn't have a family to support her, both emotionally and financially. She did what she had to do, and to be perfectly honest, she was GOOD at it.

Plus, I knew the rules as well as anybody. Private lapdances were strictly "look but don't touch". Burly guys like Bouncer Tony would be watching and protecting, to make sure nothing got out of hand. At the end of the night, I knew Sasha would end up in my house in Berkeley, and if I wanted, she could end up in my bed.

So what the hell was there to be jealous about? I smiled and thanked my good fortune, to live the life I led. Sure, things hadn't turned out the way I'd expected, or even hoped for, but surrounded by luscious young women who wanted to have a good time, and have that good time with me, I didn't have much ground for complaints.

I could install an aerial ring in my master bedroom, right? Locate the right joist, make sure I've got good brackets, maybe reposition the armchairs ... Hmm ... The thought has merit...

In the meantime, I enjoyed the rest of my evening. Girls went on stage, either solo or for group numbers. Girls came by the tables, taking back Tri-Delts either solo or for group numbers. Each of them had at least one private dance, and each of them ended up spending time rubbing her ass in my lap right there on the main floor. And as the night wound down, I started to think about gathering the girls and heading home so I could work off the sexual energy I'd built up in the club.

Yeah, payment for this little trip to the strip club was my treat, but the idea of having all six of the girls in my bedroom tonight would REALLY be my treat.

But then Sasha returned. Whitney was my current lap-warmer when I felt fingertips sliding down my arm. I turned to see Sasha in full makeup, freshly applied, with her long dark hair down and wearing quite the fetching black and red lingerie ensemble that called to mind her gymnast's leotard. The overall shape was similar, from the short sleeves to the V-neck to the high cut on the hips. But this teddy was made of lace, and she hadn't been wearing matching stockings on stage.

"Hi, Ben," Sasha said plainly with a nervous smile, sliding her hand into mine. She brightened visibly when I squeezed her fingers, and after a demure blush, she looked down at me with those big brown eyes and asked, "Will you please come with me?"

I arched an eyebrow and said, "I don't remember writing a request card for you."

She shook her head. "You don't have to."

Gently, I helped Whitney slide off my lap as I stood up. First she and then Andie looked like they might make a move to join us, but I shook my head fractionally and let Sasha lead me alone into the back. We walked past several curtained-off areas, low moans both male and female wafting out to us from behind. At the far end was a final curtain, an Asian dancer I recognized at the last moment as "Mai" standing beside it with a smile on her face. Mai had apparently been saving this room for us, and Sasha pecked her on the cheek and said "Thanks" as she led me inside. Mai then closed the curtain behind us while Sasha directed me onto the lone leather couch in the room.

"Did you like my performance?" she asked quietly while slipping onto my lap, a knee to either side of my hips and those big tits right under my chin. She cradled my head in her forearms, briefly tugging my nose down against her chest as she let her head fall back while moaning erotically.

"I loved it. You were brilliant."

"I danced that one for you..." she sighed, her voice cracking just a little bit.

"Thank you," I said. "It was quite special."

She looked down at me then, searching my eyes for something. But apparently she didn't find it, because she frowned momentarily before cupping my chin in her palm and raising it before bending down and kissing me.

Immediately my nostrils were filled with her spicy-sweet scent, a perfume of sweat, feminine arousal, and Chanel's finest blended into a cocktail of aromas that set both my heart and loins on fire. Sasha kissed me with a fiery passion, not necessarily any more than she did with me every time we were together in the Berkeley house, but that was only because she got REALLY passionate with me EVERY time we were together, period.

I returned the kiss and started to gather her in my arms, catching myself at the last moment and forcing myself to plant my palms on the couch to either side of me. The last thing I wanted was for burly bouncer Tony to come barging in on us.

Sasha noticed my suddenly inert state, and breaking our kiss, she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "What is it?"

I raised my eyebrows. "There are cameras here, aren't they? Don't want to get either of us in trouble."

Sasha giggled and shook her head. "Relax. I told Tony you were my boyfriend and that I planned on getting a little naughty with you in here."

That got an eyebrow raise. "Exactly how naughty are we talking about?"

Sasha kissed me again, and then leaned in to whisper into my ear. "Have you ever actually had sex in one of these rooms?"

I jerked my head back in surprise. "Uh ... no..."

"Me, neither ... At least not yet..."

Neither of us lasted very long. That's part of the appeal about semi-public sex, I think. It's not a drawn out, multiple-orgasm process. It's quick and dirty and you feel like you're stealing something. To take your time and just sort of casually hang out defeats the purpose. There's a ticking clock in the back of your head that tells you you're running out of time before you get caught, and so you fuck harder and fuck faster and really strain to get that climax so you can pull out, smoothen your clothes, and pretend like nothing happened.

At first, I didn't feel the sense of urgency. Despite what Sasha said, she simply gyrated in my lap and alternated between rubbing my nose with her own, rubbing her tits in my face, and sticking her tongue down my throat. Her crotch rubbed against my erection, but she made no move to extract my dick from my pants, and until she did I wouldn't get too worried about what was going on. Sasha had told Bouncer Tony that I was her boyfriend, so I felt free to let my hands roam. And the longer I caressed and fondled her, the more reassured I felt that we wouldn't be interrupted.

Eventually Sasha started her strip-teasing. She slid her sleeves off her shoulders and tugged her teddy down to her waist, baring her breasts and letting me feast on her nipples. Still, Tony didn't interfere. I grabbed her ass and even let my fingers stroke Sasha's pussy from behind, outside of the strap over her crotch. Still, Tony didn't interfere.

But then Sasha's hands went to work at my pants, unbuttoning and unzipping and finally extracting my cock into the air. And then she slid the strap over her crotch aside and centered me against the opening to her sex, and right there in the private lapdance room, this gorgeous stripper sank her pussy down around my shaft.

And then she told me that Tony didn't know we were actually going to have sex.

All of a sudden, I started worrying about being interrupted by a meaty thug's even meatier fist. But when I bucked, Sasha simply rode with me, crushing my face against her cleavage and humping down with her hips to keep my body pinned beneath hers. She turned my head and kissed me wetly, our mouths clashing even more violently than our tongues, and suddenly we were fucking.

To an overhead camera, I hoped it only looked like Sasha was dry-humping me. We didn't move from our positions the whole time, and I kept my hands on either her hips or ass to grind her body against mine while simultaneously preventing her from rising up far enough for anybody to notice my dick was nearly eight inches up this stripper's twat.

"Fuck me..." Sasha breathed into my ear, whispering so softly that no microphones would be able to hear. "Fuck me..."

"Ungh..." I grunted, gritting my teeth and concentrating on rolling my own hips while keeping my butt firmly planted on the seat, using my hands to control her body as if I were manually masturbating myself with her pussy. I groaned in rhythm, "So ... fucking ... tight..."

"Fuck me ... Harder ... Deeper..." Sasha pleaded, now biting my ear. Her whimpers added fuel to my lustful fire, and as I did as she asked we started getting dangerously close to discovery.

Of course, that danger only made things even MORE exciting, and I reached up with one hand to jerk Sasha's head to the side, biting down on her neck like I was a vampire and suckling away until I was sure I'd left my mark.

Still, Tony didn't interfere.

So I started fucking her harder. Sasha's entire body was now rising and falling, and any close examination of the screen would make it obvious that she wasn't simply dry humping me. My hands were underneath her ass, lifting her with each thrust while I shoved my face into her big bare tits and wriggled my face side to side amongst her mammary flesh. I then captured a nipple in my mouth, biting down on it with my lips covering my teeth, and I grinned around a mouthful of boob to hear her cry of ecstasy that would not be mistaken over the camera.

But thankfully, she was right there, and with two more thrusts Sasha suddenly grabbed onto my shoulders, biting her lip to only half-stifle a scream as she tightened up and came. And as her inner muscles clamped around me, I thrust twice more myself and then pinned her down against my thighs as I erupted wave after wave of hot lava into her spasming snatch.

Still, Tony didn't interfere. Maybe his attention had been occupied with other screens at the time. We'd gotten away with it, and I smiled in satisfaction at an exceedingly pleasant and fun romp.

And then Sasha set her forehead down on my shoulder and sighed, "Ben ... I love you..."