Jane fretted overLucas's clothes once more before deciding that it wouldn't get any better than they already were. "Baby, I told you to iron out your clothes before we go out."

Smiling down at the beautiful school girl, Lucas couldn't help but lean down and scoop her up into his arms. They'd been together for 2 years now and still well into their honeymoon phase, but with her small body and his large form, they often had to play things with kid gloves.

Her ass was covered in bruises from the way he would take her from behind, which drew attention away from the entire sleeve tattoo along her arm. He was always trying to be careful, but in the thick of sex, he's lost his focus once or twice. Taking out a few strands of her hair here and there, and without meaning to, knocked her out from choking.

She loved him, but at this moment, wanted someone who can show her the softer side of sex. Thankfully, their partner was capable, and had a wife who was more than willing to climb Mt.Lucas the moment she saw him.

Paying their cover charge, Jane made her way into the club, holding Lucas by the hand and beginning to narrow down on the two she was looking for. Spotting her ebony goth, both women began to drag their men through the crowd. Exchanging greetings and hugs, Jane couldn't help but look Kris over.

A Hispanic man in his mid 30s was never the biggest eye catcher when explained to most, but the salt and pepper ponytail... the way he seemed to be relaxed, and yet confident. He was more of a Daddy, rather than a Sir, and tonight, that's exactly what she wanted.

Later, on the patio area, they had talked about small stuff like work and family, but after a few drinks, Jane was rubbing her thighs lightly in anticipation, her teeth nibbling at her lower lip as she waited for what she'd been hoping for. Jazz had said something without her realizing it and before she could say anything, they were kissing.

The way her hands traveled her body, already tense and wanting, set her senses on fire as this beautiful woman played with her form. Jazz's hands worked up to her breasts to fondle her firm tits, her piercings twisting in the goths fingers as Jane began to rise up the woman's skirt in retaliation.

Oh fuck...she's not wearing panties!! She thought to herself as she found the woman more than willing to spread her legs for access. And then, just as quickly as it began, Jazz had pulled away and made her way to Lucas. Immediately kissing him deeper than she did with Jane and with much more effort since she had to stretch to reach his lips.

Jane, on the other hand, got on her knees in the seat next to Kris, wrapped her arms around his neck and drank in his embrace. His hands traveled her body, and despite never touching her before, he seemed to know exactly how to. The way his hands didn't grope, but more caressed her ass. The way his posture ensured that they stayed upright, despite the fact she was pushing into him enough to push anyone else over. The way his kiss dominated over hers, but not to control, but to direct, his tongue lightly finding hers and leaving her breathless.

Before she could throw her leg over his waist to straddle him, Jazz reached over and caught her attention. Her face flushed with embarressment as she looked around to the crowd that had formed and the way she was now gasping for air. "Maybe we should take this to the beds inside?" Asked Jazz, a large smile on her lips as she found both of their lipsticks staining both men.

For the second time that night, the men found themselves being dragged into the club and into the back where there was a large bed, surrounded by windowed walls. She had wanted this, but the way the strangers stared at her had her second guessing herself again that night.

But then Kris turned her to face him, running his hands up her thighs to her ass and lifting her off her feet. She was use to this by now with Lucas, but the way he managed it with a smaller frame made her squeak slightly. Lowering her on to the bed next to a now completely naked Jazz and a top less Lucas, her eyes couldn't help but take in the sight.

But she had no time to observe right now as she felt Kris's hands on her shirt, his lips kissing hers for a moment before slowly making his way down. He paid close attention to her body with each kiss, unbuttoning her top with no issues and taking her nipples between his teeth.

The pure intimacy drove her crazy as she writhed in his hands, which found hers after removing the clothe. Gripping each wrist, he held them down next to her waist and kissed his way lower and lower until he was beneath her plaid school girl skirt. She moaned loudly as she weakly fought his grip, desperate to grab his hair as his tongue, his lips and even his teeth stroked her clit.

The people around her weren't there anymore. The viewers slowly disappeared and even the loud moaning of their swapped lovers muffled into the background. Her hips, the only means of control at that moment, ground against his lips in an attempt to increase the pleasure, but Kris knew what he was doing.

Instead of the rough, hard and often bruising sex she was use to, Kris edged her to her climax and held her there. While her orgasms were often as hard as freight trains, this one was a teasing, torturous pleasure she'd never known. "Fuck, please let me cum, please let me cum," she whimpered, thrusting her hips against him in a desperate attempt at release.

But that's when she felt his demeanor change. Instead of the firm, teasing licks and sucks, his mouth began to furiously work her sex in ways she could only dream of. What was toeing the line of her climax, was now throwing her completely off the cliff of it. Her silent screams went unheard for a few seconds before she could be heard over even the loud music of the club.

Her entire body tensed and seized and spasmed as he kept holding her body down and continued eating her out. Finally, he released her, but she didn't move a muscle out of exhaustion. Even with the hardest fucking from Lucas, that was the most powerful orgasm of her life. But she had no time to rest as Kris gripped her waist and flipped her around so she lay on all fours.

Her mind was a blank as he did as he pleased, but as she felt his hand spreading her ass cheeks and his fingers finding her pussy once more, she remembered what they talked about before. In previous talks, she was always worried about how Lucas would split her apart if they tried, but as his tongue found her asshole and began to stimulate her both in front and back, her mind came racing back to realization.

She looked up in time to watch Lucas lift Jazz up and push her against a wall, thrusting himself into her with his large cock before her mind disappeared again with the stimulation of her clit. She had always wanted someone to use all of her holes, in fact she made sure to clean herself thouroughly the night of, but had always been scared of what Lucas might do. But as she let out a low moan of pleasure as Kris slid 2 fingers within her pussy and his tongue into her ass, she knew he was going to do things properly.

His fingers worked her sex, not just thrusting in, but curving and twisting to play with her completely, his other hand rubbing her clit in slow teasing circles. She was still severely sensitive, but the way he rubbed around the hood, rather than directly had her somewhat at ease.

But as he slid his tongue in and out of her, she knew that the best was about to come. She knew he was preparing her for what she wanted and she couldn't help but get worked up even faster. The heat and climax began building in her again as her pierced nipples ground against the soft fabric of the bed and she couldn't help but look up at the crowd.

She wanted them to watch her. Wanted them to be jealous of her as she bucked and screamed in pleasure again and soaking the bed with a harsh climax.

Fuck, he hasn't even taken his fucking pants off yet and I'm already shaking. She thought to herself, her breathing ragged and her thighs shaking. But as she watched Jazz being thrown on to the bed and get into the same position, Kris had already flipped her over.

His shaft was average in length and girth, but at that moment, it was the most intimidating thing in the room. She didn't know how he was going to fuck her next, but as he lifted her hips and placed them on his thighs, he slid in much too easily.

His cock pushed deep into her without issue and completely caught her off guard as he leaned in and took her nipple into his mouth. She was on auto pilot at this point, wrapping her legs around his body, she didn't even realize the moans and pants now echoing the room around them.

She clung to his body, digging her nails into his back, he didn't even seem phased by the pain. "Kiss me," she breathed, and as he moved in, the intimacy over took her again. The pounding of his cock, the warmth of his body, the kissing of their embrace set her fires alight and she was hit once more with an earth shattering climax.

She didn't feel it building, no warning of it coming, but as her body was suddenly hit with the pulse of her orgasm, she held on to him. She wouldn't even let him pull from her mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck firmly, she waited for it to ease before relaxing.

Slowing down, he pulled himself out of her, which saddened her more than she thought it would. The feeling of something that made her feel such pleasure being pulled away disheartened her... just before he lifted her legs onto his shoulders and pushed her down into a cradle position.

She gasped and then moaned as he began to ease himself into her ass, pushing and pulling until he was engulfed within her. He eyes rolled into the back of her head as he stretched her wide and she couldn't believe it wasn't Lucas within her.

But as he began to slowly thrust within her, the pain slowly changed. The feeling of the huge stretch became a lubricated hole for him and she began to really enjoy this new experience. "Fuck my ass," she found herself whispering over Jazz's incoherent mumbling next to her. "Fucking use my ass, I want you to destroy me please." Her whispering was getting louder, faster and more desperate at this point.

Gripping the sheets, she could feel her orgasm building once more, but in a way she couldn't understand. She was use to the feeling of her clit causing the build up, but this was so much more intense. Looking up at Kris, she could see in his eyes that he was trying to control himself, thrusting at even paces, but she knew that look.

He needs to cum too!! Fuck that's hot!! She thought to herself, her knees pushing up against her breasts and hands shredding into the bed. "Cum in my ass! Fill me up with everything you fucking have!"

The pleading made him move faster and rougher, building her need to cum that much more, but she held out. She needed to get off on his climax. She needed to know that he came to her body and she was more determined than ever to have it.

Gripping her legs firmly, he leaned in and took her lips once more, stretching her lower half out further and she thanked the universe that he was spent. Thrusting in hard, slow and firm motions, she felt him shoot her with hot streams of cum, filling her in ways she'd never known.

As the thrusts became more lubricated and the thrusts never stopping, she tensed against him, hugging him close once more and let out one last ear splitting scream of pleasure. As her body was soon easing back into post climax, her head was as light as a feather, her breathing deep and her body heavier than a rock. Her subspace continued like this for a solid 5 minutes as Jazz and Lucas finished up beside them, but she couldn't bring herself to pay attention.

She had gotten everything she needed, and right now, the only thing that existed was Kris laying next to her, cuddling her close and stroking her body in aftercare. When her mind came back to her, she happily licked up his shaft, the feeling of responsibility to clean him welling in her mind.

He had his tongue in my ass, and I cleaned myself beforehand. Least I can do. She noticed that all she really tasted was his cum, which Jazz admitted was slightly sweet due to the fruit he always ate at home. Jazz, now finished and looking a brutal mess, began to get dressed with a tired smile on her face and Kris looked more or less fulfilled. Even proud as he reached down and scratched Jane's scalp.

The smile on her face was unable to be hidden as she took the nonverbal compliment for what it was and began to get dressed. They all knew that this would not be the end of their fun.

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