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 TITLE: Sappho's Lounge
AUTHOR: Big Al
PART: 1 of 2
KEYWORDS: MFF MF+ exhib oral fellatio piv impreg size cons 1st F1st
SUMMARY: The star of an exclusive strip club is an extremely well hung
young man, whom the otherwise all-lesbian patrons go crazy for.

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   Supple flesh undulated, glinting in the strobelit club as girls as young
as 18 gyrated their hips at their lusty spectators.  The aroma of sweat and
sex permeated the air, as both strippers and viewers were turned on, and
some particularly drunken guests started fooling around - which of course
was not discouraged.  Sappho's Lounge featured an always free, always open
bar, just for the purpose of allowing guests to get drunk enough to lose
their financial and sexual inhibitions.

   There was a doorman, of course.  His job was to make sure arriving
guests were on the approved list of the incredibly private, highly
exclusive Monaco lounge and strip club, which officially catered to wealthy
lesbians.

   Officially, the club catered to wealthy lesbian women...  and
unofficially to those who also might be bisexual.  For the star of Sappho's
lounge was its sole male stripper, Pan - an twenty-one-year-old lad with a
tangle of dark curls atop his head, just enough boyishness to have the
appeal of youth and just enough muscle definition to exude unmistakable
masculinity, and most of all - a long, thick beast of a cock that belonged
on an porn star.

   Pan was Sappho's older twin brother.  While Sappho occasionally came out
for performances, she was primarily the business brains of the operation
the twins had run since the aged aunt and uncle who had raised them had
passed and left them with tens of millions of euros.  Pan was the eye candy
and performer of the pair, and rumor had it that the twin siblings were
sometime lovers - and might give a private performance of their incestuous
liaison to those who paid well enough.  No one outside of a select few knew
their true names, of course, and truthfully, few if any of their clientele
cared.

   Such exclusive appeal as Sappho's Lounge offered didn't come cheap.  Any
guest who tried to slip a bill in a dancer's G-string that was less than a
hundred was promptly escorted out.  The young strippers could be hired for
sexual romps at a rate of a thousand an hour, for which horny drunken
clubbers were all too happy to pay out.  There was no cover charge, but
entry required an exclusive, and expensive membership.

   Tonight, the lounge was packed, because a very special event was going
to take place.  Pan was going to dance with and fuck one of the strippers
on stage, and then guests were going to have a special treat.

   As clubbers gathered around a central stage that was far too tiny for
more than one person to stand upon, two young girls in fact danced there in
high heels.  Their bodies slicked sweatily across their forms as they moved
their hips and shoulders in an almost languidly sexual ballet.  Wrapping
themselves around the pole and each other, they were obviously very much
into their show, their lips parted with slight moans as flesh rubbed on
flesh.

   That was the other appeal of Sappho's Lounge: the dancers were
guaranteed genuine.  Genuinely enthusiastic, genuinely sensual, genuinely
horny.  It was a subtle but undeniable distinction that further shot the
club's profits through the roof.

   The circular stage being so narrow, the two dancing girls were within
easy reach of horny young women who stretched out their hands to steal a
quick grasp of soft skin and slip hundreds - or even thousand-euro bills -
into a G-string.  The strippers mewled appreciatively at the touch,
goosebumps shivering across them in answer to the female hands that lustily
pawed their nubile bodies.

   A murmur went up as a young man walked along an aisle behind the stage
towards the little steps leading up to the platform.  A bouncer walked
alongside either arm, keeping the guests from waylaying the male stripper,
who was currently clad in a black silk robe.  He sent charming smiles at
his admirers, his grins tempered with the wolfish lust clear upon his face.

   As Pan ascended the steps to the circular stage, he let his robe fall
off, revealing his form.  His flesh gleamed bronze and silver in the
strobelights, oiled all over.  His dark nipples were each pierced with a
small stud, and he wore a black G-string that held his fat, oversized balls
in a pouch but let his massive shlong hang out.  No skimpy outfit would
cover that mammoth dick, so he never even tried.  That dangling trunk
swayed hypnotically as he walked, and then twitched back and forth as the
two girls welcomed him into their undulations.

   From somewhere unseen, one of the girls - a long-haired small-chested
blonde whose hair gleamed iridescently in the strobes - produced palmfuls
of more oiled lotion, and began applying it liberally to Pan and the other
girl - who was a 19-year-old pigtailed redhead with boobs that could be
squeezed in nice handfuls.  As their flesh rolled and slid across one
another in the slow slinky gyrations of their caressing dance, the oils
slipped and slid along their skin, lubricating them till their luscious
young forms gleamed almost metallically.

   The blonde girl worked the oils into the pigtailed girl's plump pussy,
tugging aside her scarlet G-string for access.  She was rewarded with a
moan from the 19 year old girl and a few hundred-euro bills stuck into the
moist cameltoe of her own pearly white G string.  Her nipples were taped
over, but were visibly hard.

   The pig-tailed 19 year old began rubbing her buttocks against Pan's
backside as the blonde oiled up that massive cock.  Pan groaned and
shuddered appreciatively, and began thrusting his hips ostentatiously into
those soft, lubed hands.  The women watching cheered and whistled, flinging
more money up onstage, and a fat marble of precum formed at the tip of his
manmeat before flinging from a hip-thrust to land as a sizzling drop upon a
teenaged girl's face.

   Then the redheaded girl slid past Pan in a slick wet motion of sweaty,
oiled flesh on flesh and locked her lips into the blonde girl's in a steamy
kiss as they openly tangled tongues.  More cheers and whistles followed,
and Pan rubbed his nearly stiff babymaker in the crack along the redhead's
ass.  The redhead ground her delicious prepubescent ass back at him as she
made out with the blonde girl, who reached around to fondle those same
buttocks and the cock sliding between them.

   The guests were hot now, and several were openly diddling themselves
with their fingers.  Finally, the redhead broke off the kiss, and the
blonde girl took her cue to exit the tiny stage, receiving some light
applause as she blew kisses and smacked her own ass cheek.  The strobe
lights changed pattern as different music began jangling through the musky
air, and the stripper pole on the dais slid down out of view.

   The redhead in pigtails went to her knees and bent over, laying her head
on the small circular stage, leaving her ass and bared pussy up in the air,
and looking back at Pan with a smoky look that curled his toes.  Her bold
red G-string was caught in a cameltoe in her plump, oiled-up pussy lips,
while the strobe light transformed her vibrant red hair into dark copper
with pink hues shimmering along it.  Pan lightly slapped her buttock and
aimed the bulbous swollen head of his dick at the girl's pussy as she
reached back to tug aside the string to allow him access.  At the same
time, the small circular stage began rotating around, revealing itself to
be a turnstile!

   The redheaded girl was ovulating, and the excitement this knowledge
provided had the watching women leaning in with bated breath that fat
cockknob pressed against the girl's puffy cunt.  His majestic fuckrod
strained against her moist slit and then pushed in, the tight smooth pussy
splitting open like a ripe fruit around Pan's huge tool.  Panted murmurs
surrounded them as the light strobed metallically on their slick, sweaty
bodies.

   His cock now anchored, Pan grasped lush handfuls of the horny, moaning
girl's ass cheeks and squeezed as he thrust forward deeper into her fertile
valley, lubed by the oils and her natural fuckhoney.  The redhead pushed
back as Pan nailed his cock further in her, and in a single, smooth, oiled
stroke, he sank his jackhammer all the way into her hot, tight, horny
fuckhole.

   The spectators were really excited now, and as the two young lovers spun
around slowly, female hands wandered all over their oiled, sweaty forms,
squeezing and grasping - and most importantly, leaving large tips in red or
black G-strings.  Pan began pumping his cock in and out of the pigtailed
girl's luscious twat in fast smooth thrusts as she bucked her ass back at
him.  Her ass met his pelvis with hot squelchy smacks, and they moaned and
cried louder, completely unashamed of their semi-public passion in front of
a bunch of horny strangers who kept groping them.

   Sweat and oil beaded upon their supple young flesh, trickling across
their slippery skin as they fucked, slowly picking up the pace, slamming
against each hard and fast as their cries became wanton shrieks of
delirious rapture.  Pan was pounding his piston into the redhead's pussy
while her pigtails flew about, using her as a jackoff sleeve now, a spunk
receptable for him to fuck and fuck and fuck until he got himself off.  His
fat nutsacks, full and heavy with cum, swayed in his black G-string pouch,
slapping into the ovulating girl's sweaty shaven pussy.

   Over and over he hammered his thick slab of cockmeat into the girl's
snatch, and over and over she slammed her shiny, oiled ass back at him,
moaning like a fuckstarved whore as the huge-cocked lad rutted her.  One
woman in her twenties had completely ripped open her blouse and was playing
with her boobs with one hand while her other hand reached down her panties,
and she cried out hoarsely as she diddled herself, "Blow your load in her!"

   Her enthusiastic yell was echoed by other hot spectators, all eyes
glueing themselves to the spectacle of the young man reaming a girl in heat
with his fat long johnson.  "Knock that little bitch in heat up!" another
gasped yell enthused, and finally the redhead herself, juicing hard and
thrashing upon the spit of his dick, screamed, "Cccccccccccuuummmmm in
meeeeeeeeeeee!"

   Pan ramrodded his thick tool deep inside her, stuffing up her tight
little teen twat completely and popping through her cervix.  His back
arched, toes curling, and his bloated cockknob began pulsing fat globs of
cockslop directly into her fertile, hungry womb.  His bellow reverberated
through both their bodies as he pumped his hot young seed into the girl's
convulsing young body.

   His jizz painted the insides of her womb white as his potent seed took
root and quickened life in the now-pregnant girl's tiny tummy so that it
would swell and grow with child in coming months.  The muscles of his neck
were tight and defined with the intensity of his climax, and he kept
unloading his spunk into the wildly writhing girl he was knocking up.

   One daring hand reached in to cup his plump balls, fondling and
squeezing briefly as the teenaged lesbian it belonged to had the thrill of
feeling his gunk shooting into the redheaded girl.  When she withdrew her
hand, a thick sheaf of hundreds had been left in that ballsack pouch.

   When he had completely drained his cum factories inside the thoroughly
impregnated girl, Pan pulled out, revealing his still semi-turgid cock to
be even more wetly, brightly gleaming than his oiled, strobelit skin.  The
redhead had been fucked silly, but she was a professional, and managed to
stand upon shaky legs, staggering off the stage in an unsteady stride as
lust and pleasure trembled through her form.

   A young woman in the audience immediately went to her, waving away the
bouncers with a couple thousand euros proffered to the suddenly radiantly
smiling redhead.  Meanwhile, the blonde came back out and kissed Pan full
on the lips, her hands walking lightly along his throbbing shaft.  The
stripper pole rose back out of the center of the turnstile, and while still
kissing the hunk, the blonde girl handcuffed his arms behind the pole.

   She pushed him down to his knees - an almost absurd sight given how tiny
she was to his larger, taller, more muscular frame - thereby breaking the
kiss, and then cuffed his ankles, drawing the chain behind the pole as
well. Finally, she tied a black blindfold over his eyes, and Pan was
kneeling on the turnstile as it slowed to a stop.

   His monster cock was twitching and throbbing, sweat and oil and
fuckslime running down the shaft along those thick bulging veins, and cum
and juice dripped from the head onto the stage.  The blonde girl made a
sweeping gesture that clearly said he's all yours ladies, and sauntered off
the stage as Pan smirked behind his blindfold, openly daring his admirers
to put their lusts into action.

   His cock glistened almost like a dark iridescent metal in the hazy
strobes, and had its true color been visible, it would have been a raging
red that deepened to purple as the shaft neared the head.  A young teenage
girl from Spain, celebrating her sweet 18 on her rich parents' dime and
drunk for the first time in her life (and doubtlessly not the last), was
the first to work up her courage, and climbed up onto the stage, grasping
the well hung 21-year-old lad's giant dick in a hand that couldn't fit all
the way around it.  She tittered as the slight grip sent his dick lurching
like a wild beast in her hand, flinging a drop of fuckhoney onto her face
as Pan moaned, a bestial, guttural sound.

   Egged on by the hoots and hollers and whistles of the other spectators,
the girl lowered her head, opening her plump mouth wide to fasten her lips
around his engorged cockhead.  Pan's whole body jerked with spastic
pleasure, his hips humping up slightly and forcing his cockhead completely
inside her hot wet virgin mouth.  The 18 year old girl groaned wantonly,
jerking off his shaft with one hand while she openly fingered herself with
her other hand.

   Strangled grunts and groans erupted from the stripper's throat as the
teenager began suckling with the eager clumsiness of a horny virgin.  She
was soon joined by a twenty-something heiress and party girl who clambered
up beside her and began running her tongue up and down the boy's shaft,
sending convulsive quakes of pleasure through his body.  Money was
practically thrown on stage as the two girls slowly and lingeringly gave
the male stripper a hot, slurpy blowjob, cleaning his glistening cock of
juices and cum.

   His cock lurched inside the 18 year old's tight wet mouth, and her
virginal instincts told him he was close.  She dove down, impaling her
throat on his fuckpole, and clamped her mouth down hard around fully half
of his shaft.  Pan's breath exploded out of him, and he roared in primal,
animal bliss as his meat flung geysers of cockslop inside that tight
teenage throatcunt.  Though no one could see it, the birthday girl's eyes
crossed, and convulsions of pleasure shook through her as she got off.

   The heiress diddled the climaxing virgin's clitty with her finger as she
left lewd slick trails of slobber on the lower half of Pan's cock, feeling
the throbbing pulses of his jizzing slab of fuckmeat against her tongue. 
He pumped his hips forward suddenly, thrusting his cock deep into the
girl's mouth.  Surprised, she swallowed reflexively, gargling down more of
his load, and then he pounded into her again, sinking his enormous fucktool
balls-deep inside her hot little virgin fucktunnel.

   Her scream of ecstasy was caught on the fuckspear skewering her throat,
and it thrummed through her whole body along his cock as her juices soaked
her panties completely through.  He dumped his load shamelessly into the
writhing teenage girl's tummy, yelling out with ecstasy as his obese nuts
drained themselves dry again.  Eventually, Pan was spent, and the birthday
girl slowly came to herself as the other spectators yelled for her to get
down so they could get a turn, and she grunted as she worked her throat
free of his veiny dick.

   As his cockknob plopped free of her throat, she gasped, gurgling up cum
and relishing the new feeling of having her throat fucked raw by a giant
elephant cock.  Half delirious with aftershocks ripping through her teenage
body from her quivering pussy to the top of her head, she blindly pulled a
thick sheaf of thousand-euro bills from her purse - nearly all her birthday
money - and stuffed it in Pan's mouth, before stumbling to a cushioned
lounge chair and collapsing into it.

   Pan smirked around the mouthful of cash, wondering who had just sucked
him off.  He inclined his head back slightly, indicating for one of the
bouncers to come get the money and hand it off to his sister, and then he
was groaning again as a hot luscious wet female mouth enveloped his big
cock once more.

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   NOTE: All characters are 18+