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The Dance - Part I
By Shadow Cleric (thefierypen@yahoo.com)

The heavy bass from the dance floor echoed through Paul Stone's body and 
rattled his brain. Figures were pressed tightly together on the dance floor, 
bodies entwined and nearly indistinguishable. Everyone around him was having a 
good time. Only he wasn't. He was bored of this scene, though many of his 
friends were not. He sipped at the cheap merlot he had bought at the bar. It 
was his second and it wasn't helping to deaden the malaise he'd been feeling 
for weeks. Paul's gaze panned around his immediate vicinity hoping to spot 
someone he knew. Bill and George had wandered off early in the night, hoping to
score.

He eyes fell upon an odd-looking couple, at least one of them thought they were
a couple. A tall linebacker-built goon was trying to put some kind of moves 
onto a much smaller girl. She was obviously uninterested and was trying to move
off. He had a tight come-dance-with-me-cavegirl grip on her, forcing her to 
spill her drink every which way and that. Finally Paul had seen enough. Walking
confidently over to the brute, Paul whispered something into his ear. The jock 
stiffened then ran off towards the door dumping the hapless sylph to the 
ground. Paul put out his hand and helped her up. She was in her early twenties,
small and light. Her hair was black, dark black and she wore it long and 
straight. Her eyes caught his attention, dark and seemingly bottomless.

"Thanks," she managed after getting onto her feet.

"No problem, I thought that plan would work better."

"I think it worked just fine." she said smiling.

Paul found himself smiling too for no apparent reason. He gestured over to the 
bar so they could get away from the scene of the crime.

"By the way, I'm Paul," he said, offering her a handshake.

"Danette," she returned, taking his hand warmly.

"Pretty name. Come here often?" Paul grimaced at how stupid he sounded.

Danette giggled at his discomfort. She was wearing a thin black dress that 
flowed lightly when she moved. It was long sleeved and clung to her thin frame.
Capping off her dark Goth theme, she wore black boots that seemed to fit her 
perfectly.

"I've only been here a few times. I just came tonight because my roommate 
dragged me down here." She pointed onto the dance floor where a curvacious 
blonde was gyrating between to large men. The one on the right, a Latino stud, 
was grinding his hips into her ass, where the large African on the left was 
having the same go at her crotch.

"I wonder which she'll go home with?" Paul wondered aloud.

"Well first off, you've made two mistakes with that statement." Danette 
grinned. Paul frowned in confusion.

"You see it won't be one or the other. Christy will most likely take both." 
Paul smirked. "And if they make it out of the parking lot without going at it,
I'll be amazed."

Christy was a fully proportioned blonde, DD breasts bouncing without any 
obvious aid of a bra. She had on a tight-fitting sweater and even tighter 
jeans. Her hair was long and swept down in front of her face, partially 
obscuring her bright green eyes. Christy could feel both her companions swollen
members pressing into her and she decided the time was right. She moved, 
pulling both men with her, toward the exit. Danette spotted the movement.

"Come on," she whispered, "you'll love this." 

Danette pulled Paul with her and followed her roommate outside. Christy led her
men to a large SUV parked way in the back of the lot. Pressing the alarm on her
key, it unlocked and she led them both in through the back. Danette and Paul 
snuck up behind them and peered through the now-closed rear door windows. 
Christy had wasted no time and already had her sweater off and was undressing 
the Latino who was laying on the folded-down back seats. The Black had his 
swollen cock free as Christy got her pants off. Now completely nude she 
straddled the Latino and eased his meat into her very wet pussy. She moaned 
with delight. The Black now looked a little confused. Christy reached into her 
purse and handed him a small vial of Vaseline, whispering "You know what to do 
love," and stroked his shaved head.

He proceeded to lube himself liberally, then tossed the jar aside. While the 
blonde rocked up and down on the Latino, the Black pulled her ass cheeks apart 
and pressed himself into her puckered anus. Christy moaned with delight as 
the three lovers fell into a steady rhythm. One thrust would be followed by 
another in rapid succession until they were a blur of flesh.

Paul found himself alternately shocked and aroused by the display. Danette 
was obviously enjoying herself as well, seemingly no stranger to the voyeurism.

The Black lost his control first. Groaning loudly, his balls clenched and 
pulsed as wad after wad erupted from his black shaft into the blonde slut. 
Christy followed suit and screamed her own orgasm second. The Latino wasn't far
behind, swearing in Spanish, he too released his seed into Christy's quivering 
cunt.

All three collapsed into a heap, and Danette took that as her cue to leave. 
Taking Paul by the hand she walked him back over to the bar where they had a 
seat on a bench to compose themselves. Paul had a raging hardon that threatened
to burst his pants wide open. Danette too was aroused, the thin black panties 
she had on were soaked through.

"Do you do that a lot?" Paul asked, unaware he was out of breath. 

"Occasionally."

"I feel kinda dirty for sneaking up like that." 

"Don't," said Danette, "Christy knew we were there. She loves the attention."

"I guess so!" Paul and Danette both laughed. 

It wasn't long before they spotted the Latino walking back into the bar, 
smoking a cigarette contentedly. The Black came into view shortly thereafter, 
but he went to his car and left. Christy wasn't far behind him and came over 
by us and sat down. 

"Enjoy the show?" she giggled. 

Paul wasn't sure what the right response was. The girls laughed at his 
awkwardness. 

"Well, I'm heading home. Need a lift?" Christy asked. 

"I don't know." Danette turned to Paul, "Do I need a lift?" 

Paul fumbled for a moment then managed, "No, I can get her home." 

"K. See you at home." and with that Christy gave Danette a peck on the cheek 
and strode off into the darkness.

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The ride back to Danette's apartment was a quiet one. Everything had gone so 
quickly, he wasn't sure where the night would end. Her place was a top floor 
apartment in downtown. It actually took up the entire floor. Christy was some 
kind of modern sculptor that Paul had never heard of, and probably never would 
have if he hadn't gone to the bar that night.

The place was quite spacious, with wood flooring everywhere. The living area 
had a large fireplace that was going and several soft leather sofas.

"Grab a seat and I'll get us some drinks." Danette called from the kitchen.

Paul hung up his coat and sat in one of the larger couches. Danette appeared 
with two wine glasses full of dark red wine. She gave one to Paul and set the 
other one down on the coffee table.

"I'm going to check on Christy. Be right back." 

The thought of Christy brought Paul's arousal back, the sight of her taking two
large men at once was wildly erotic. Danette returned a few minutes later.

"She's in the bath relaxing." 

"I'll bet she's sore." 

"You'd be surprised. I've seen her with encounters like that, and move on to 
someone else quickly after that.

"Amazing." 

"More like insatiable. So I never got to thank you for the rescue." Danette had
slid over to Paul, her face very close to his.

"It really wasn't a big deal. I mean I..." 

Danette silenced him with a kiss. A long, deep, penetrating kiss. She had taken
her boots and socks off, so her tiny feet slipped around his waist until she 
was sitting on his lap, grinding her crotch into his. Paul's hands ran up her 
legs and under her dress, over her panties and up her back. She wasn't wearing 
a bra, just like her roommate, and the stretchy material of her dress made it 
easy for him to play with her small, but firm, breasts. 

They broke their kiss just long enough for Danette to bunch up her dress and 
pull it up over her head. Their lips quickly found each other again, as the 
thin black-haired girl quickly undid several of Paul's shirt buttons. Pulling 
it out of the way, Danette's lips and tongue found their way down his neck and 
onto his chest. Nibbling gently Danette let her free hands undo her lover's 
pants and pulled them away. He too had his hands free and worked around her 
panties gripping her ass tightly and pulling the fabric down slightly so he 
play with her swollen clit. She stood up, pulling his pants fully off and then 
kneeling before him, took his swollen cock into her small mouth.

Paul had forgotten how good a blow job had felt, and he'd never had one like 
this. She worked tongue and lips alternating suction pressure. Paul groaned, 
his climax eminent. Danette took this as a cue to stop, gripping the base of 
his cock to contain his release.

"Not yet love. Not yet." 

She pulled him up and led him towards her room, but before she could get there 
Paul had her again, pulled her panties off and lifted her into his arms and 
pressed her against the hallway wall. He made his penetration slowly , but 
forcefully. Danette moaned with delight as he rocked into her, fucking her 
against the wall with every ounce of pent up arousal from the evening. 

"Yes...yes!" she groaned into his ear. 

Each thrust he gave her bottomed out, banging into her cervix with wild 
abandon. Feet crossed behind her lover's back, Danette couldn't hold out for 
much longer and she soon gave in to her climax, groaning with animal delight.

But Paul wasn't finished yet. He pulled her off of him and then cradled her 
into his arms and took her to her room. Laying her down and rolling her onto 
her front, Paul spread her vaginal lips open and pressed himself into her. Even
after her first orgasm, Danette was unbelievably tight and Paul told her so.

"That's it, fuck me you animal!" she pleaded with him. 

Paul complied as best he could, drilling into her with reckless abandon. The 
pleasure soon became too much as he felt his balls clench and fire his load 
into Danette's waiting pussy.

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"BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!" 

It was Paul's pager. Something had crashed horribly at work and he needed to be
there.

"I am so sorry." he pleaded with Danette. 

"Don't sweat it love. I have an early day any how." 

They kissed for a long moment, then broke it off. He pressed his business card 
into her hand.

"Call me later." 

She smiled. Of course she would call. 

She put on a robe and let him out and locked the door. Turning around she 
leaned against the door and closing her eyes Danette could still feel Paul 
inside her.

"Once against the wall and then doggie-style in bed. My goodness! I thought I 
was the 'insatiable' one."

Danette opened her eyes to see her roommate smiling from across the room also 
clad in a robe, but her's was untied, covering only her massive tits, but still
showing her neatly shaved blonde snatch. The black-haired girl could only smile
and sit down in one of the smaller sofas.

"My my." said Christy taking a seat next, "Nothing to say." 

Christy undid her roommate's robe and parted her legs. 

"Did he leave me anything?" Christy whispered as her lips and tongue found 
Danette's semen filled cunt.

Danette was used to taking male lovers for her partner's enjoyment, but tonight
was different. As the blonde dug into her cunt for every ounce of Paul's seed,
Danette reflected on the evening. She'd never enjoyed it like that before. 
Never had an orgasm like that. Gripping the blonde's head and pulling her 
deeper into her, she could only think of the lover that had just left. And as 
she came over her partner's face, she could only wonder what she would do next.

Christy sat up and licked her lips. She leaned over and kissed Danette deep on 
the lips.

"Coming to bed love?" Christy asked. 

"Not tonight. I think I need my rest."

Christy smiled a wicked grin. 

"Suit yourself." They kissed again. "I love you baby." 

"Love you too," Danette returned. And under her breath added, "And I love you 
Paul."

With a sigh and sob she went to bed dreaming of her lovers, the fantasies 
alternating between straight and lesbian. She awoke frequently and finally got 
up, conceding to herself that the answers wouldn't come from her subconscience.

TO BE CONTINUIED...

                                   -+The End+-

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