First Time at the Sex Club

The place was plainer than I had expected, a nondescript little building at the end of a row of businesses that claimed to be open, but had no one inside. A few blocks away, nightlife bustled through the city as other twenty-somethings like me made their way to bars and shows and clubs. Well, I was also making my way to a club, I supposed. Albeit a different kind.

The piece of paper in my pocket held the address, scribbled by my friend and coworker Maggie.

"I'm telling you, Talia," she had said sagely. "This place will get Jackson out of your mind."

I sighed. Jackson.

We had broken up a week prior, and while I wasn't exactly heartbroken, I was still lonely and unable to take my mind of what might have been if he was just a little more spontaneous, a little more ambitious. A little less vanilla in bed.

But then again, I thought to myself as I opened the tinted glass door into a dimly lit atrium, I wasn't entirely sure that was fair. I myself had never really done anything risky sexually--I just wanted to. So maybe that made me vanilla, too.

Time to change that.

The atrium was small, with soft orange lighting glowing overhead. Each side of the room was lined with long, low shelves holding masterfully crafted sculptures and ceramics. All of which, I noticed on closer inspection, were erotic in nature.

One in particular, a detailed carving of a large and veiny cock, would have made an excellent dildo. Then again, who said it hasn't?

Moving forward nervously, I realized there was a large curtained threshold ahead, under which purple cosmic light was pulsing in time with thumping music, and muffled voices blended together in excited chatter. Guarding this doorway was a massive bouncer, and I drew the open flaps of my light coat together, wondering if he can sense my naivety to the scene.

"ID?" he asked when I drew close, and I handed it back to him, busy studying his face. His dark skin was flawless, his black hair shaved close to the scalp. I wasn't normally a fan of short hair, but it only served to emphasize his chiseled jawline.

His muscles rippling under his blazer were clearly supposed to be the intimidation factor, but I found myself far more flustered by his raw magnetism.

"First time?" he asked, looking up from my ID.

I supposed that answered that question. "Yeah, is it that obvious?"

"You could say that," he smirked.

He held out my ID and I went to reach for it, only to find his massive hand pulling me close, the other reaching down under my skirt and palming my cunt.

"Well, you catch on quickly at least," he said as he discovered the lack of panties beneath my skirt. It had just seemed odd to wear them when I was getting ready.

I gasped as he slid a long, thick finger inside me.

"Mmm, wet already. Tsk, tsk. You have to save some of that for the real party little girl."

He pulled his finger out of me, letting his finger slide over my clit and making me shudder. I hadn't even realized how excited, how eager I was until then.

The bouncer's hand moved down to his crotch to adjust his cock, thick and hard and trapped inside his pant leg. Then he turned to part the curtains, thick and eggplant colored, and I stepped inside, entering an entirely new world.

The instant I did, a woman wearing a gorgeous lace lingerie set through which her perfect nipples were perfectly visible, held a hand out to me.

"May I take your coat? You can retrieve it before you leave at our coat check."

Her voice purred and I shrugged out of my coat and handed it to her, the entire time unable to tear my gaze from her breasts. She took notice of this immediately, and clearly sensing my newness the same way the bouncer had, asked "Do you want to touch them?"

Unable to speak, I nodded, and her hand shot down to grasp mine, leading it up to her breast. I pinched the little pink nub as if it were my own, tugging it and rolling it between my fingers, feeling heat surge between my legs as she moaned.

"Thank you," she said, and walked away, her ass jiggling and something about being thanked made me feel powerful. I'd never gotten to explore relationships with women before today.

All around the room, stages held beautiful men and women dancing on poles, contorting their bodies under the sweeping colored lights, exposing every inch of their bodies and pausing every now and again to join each other in dancing and pleasuring each other. Small alcoves in the walls were filled with the wildest assortment of sex toys I'd ever seen, and employees standing by to explain each of them. In a few, the employees were providing free samples of the toys, fucking their shoppers to completion. One area seemed to be dedicated to BDSM, people tied up to be whipped or forced to cum or swallow their master's cock.

To say I didn't know where to begin would have been an understatement. So for a long moment I just stood there like a fully clothed idiot.

"Hey, first time?" a voice asked.

"God, how do you all know?" I asked, turning to meet the owner of the voice, a fit brunette man probably ten years my elder. He was completely naked, and rhythmically and casually stroking his cock as he spoke to me. It made my pussy throb as if to remind me that the whole reason I was here was to pay attention to it.

"Well, you're alone, fully clothed, and not even masturbating," he observed.

"Yeah, I don't really know how to . . . approach all this," I said, gesturing at the wild sex party going on around us.

"I can help you if you want, but you'll have to take over this."

He wiggled his cock, the tip swollen with lust. I nodded, and replaced his hand with my own, stroking at the same pace, giving gentle flicks of my wrist.

With both his hands free, the man immediately grasped the sides of my skirt and yanked it down, leaving my lower half completely exposed. He cast me a sly grin when he realized I wasn't wearing any underwear beneath the skirt, and I was glad to think that I had impressed him.

He leaned down and licked the length of my pussy with a flat tongue, returning to flick it around my clit, making me shiver. Then he rose and grasped the sides of my shirt, and we moved as if choreographed to allow him to tear it off without messing up my rhythm on his cock too horribly. He made quick work of my bra after that, and another employee appeared at his side to bring the remainder of my clothing to the coat room to store with my jacket.

"There you go," he said, satisfied. "Now if you wanted to thank me . . ."

Knowing full well what he wanted and feeling far more adventurous now that I was fully nude, I dropped down to my knees and ran my tongue up the length of his cock, swirling it around the head. I teased him a little longer before taking it in my mouth, letting my saliva coat every inch and bobbing my head up and down, using my hand to work in tandem. His moans grew louder as I worked, apparently attracting attention.

A few moments later, one of the most rawly sexual and attractive women I had ever seen wandered over with perfect rounded tits and a neatly trimmed little cunt that I could just see out of the corner of my eye.

She watched for a moment with fascination, and I was amazed when I realized the bulk of her attention was on me. She licked her lips as she stared at me and then suddenly she was sitting beside me as I brought the guy that had helped me closer and closer to orgasm. Spreading her pussy lips, she ran her mouth over one finger in a motion not dissimilar to the one I was performing, and ran it up the length of her slit, dipping her finger inside, swirling the juices around.

A sudden urge seized me to put on a show for her and I began to moan around the cock in my mouth, extending my movements. I could see her hand start to move faster and I redoubled my efforts and suddenly cum was shooting down my throat, hot and salty and I had to work to swallow it down without gagging.

The woman let out a moan as I drew the cock out of my mouth and the guy went to clean himself off a bit. With my ass high up in the air, I crawled over to her, placing my face between her legs where I could practically feel the heat rolling off her cunt.

I brushed her hand aside and licked her entire length, tasting the juices as they mixed with the taste of cum. She shivered under my touch, and it urged me further as I reveled in my newfound confidence. I plunged my tongue inside her hole, probing. Pulling back a moment later, I focused my efforts on her clit, applying pressure as I licked and sucked at it.

Her hands tangled in my hair and pulled my closer and closer and I could feel my mouth and jaw beginning to tire. Desperate to please, though, I kept going, bringing two fingers up to slide into her hole, rubbing at her g-spot until her breath hitched and her body went rigid. She came over my fingers and I pulled them out to suck clean.

"That was fantastic," she told me earnestly. "I'm Charlie."

"Talia," I told her.

"Want to explore a bit?" she asked me. "Thought I heard you tell that guy you were new."

I confirmed her belief and agreed to wander with her for a bit. She led me over to a group of couches draped with naked bodies, all with their legs spread wide, pleasuring themselves. I realized a moment later that they were all female, and all engaged in exactly the same motions.

"That's Verity," Charlie told me, pointing to a woman in the center of the couches on a small pedestal, leading the group in a masturbation session. "Looks like this session isn't too far along. Want to join?"

Feeling a little self-conscious at the thought of masturbating in front of that many strangers, I hesitated a moment before agreeing, and me and Charlie took seats next to each other on one of the couches.

My cunt was already soaked, dying for the attention I had just provided to two strangers. It ached in a way I had never felt before. I had been horny before of course, but this was another level.

"Run a single finger along your slit, and pause on your clit, but do not rub it."

I follow Verity's instructions, finding that my body jerks slightly when I leave my finger motionless on my clit, as if trying to force movement. I find myself pushing in, applying pressure to get some relief from my desire to ravage myself all at once.

"Now, start rubbing in small circles. Keep a slow, even pace and let your pleasure build. Feel free to dip a finger inside yourself, but do not go too fast. Incorporate breast play."

I followed Verity's instructions as she led us through a session of edging, bringing us all to the very precipice of orgasm no fewer than five times before instructing us to stop touching ourselves for a full minute, to feel the throb of our clits, the beg of our bodies for more. Finally, she had us all tug at our hot and swollen clits as if they were tiny cocks, tugging and rolling the little nubs between our fingers until one by one we all succumbed to our orgasms.

After a brief break and a glass of water each, Charlie made our way over to the wall alcoves full of toys. We perused lingerie sets and flavored lubes, whips and leather restraints, dildos of most every shape and size. Finally, we came to one area full of strap-ons that--if you didn't know what exactly they were used for, would have been kind of artistic looking.

"Have you ever used one before?" Charlie asked and I shook my head.

Grinning wickedly, Charlie beckoned to the employee and asked her to bring out a very specific model, the name of which I didn't fully follow. When the woman returned, though, she was holding a harnessed strap-on with an 8-inch cock on one side, and a smaller 5-inch cock fixed to the inside of the harness to pleasure the wearer.

"And look," Charlie showed me, pointing to a spot on the inside. "This is a vibrator so you get double the fun. Consider it a gift from me to you."

"Thank you," I told her. "I feel like I should repay you."

"Just promise you'll think of me whenever you use it,' she winked. "Now come on, let's go watch the dancers."

I followed her through the maze of bodies, past a line of men thrusting at glory holes and a woman being penetrated by a machine operated by a man in leather.

We managed to find seats right at the front, watching the dancers and I could feel myself getting wet again, my nipples hardening. I tugged at them, then looked over at Charlie when I heard her breath hitch, only to find her rubbing a finger around her clit again. It turned me on how insatiable she was, but then again, I was really considering using that strap-on on myself right there in the crowd, so maybe I shouldn't have been talking.

One of the dancers crawled over at that moment, a sexy twenty-something with washboard abs and a hard, pink cock. He watched Charlie touching herself for a moment before glancing over to me, his eyes alighting on the strap-on in my hand.

"Oh, we have got to get you two up here," he shouts over the music, and the next thing I knew, Charlie and I were being ushered up on stage by him and another handful of dancers.

He had been brought a microphone then, and was shouting "Who wants to see them fuck?"

The watching crowd screamed their assent back and Charlie and I exchanged a glance. The strap-on in my hand felt extra heavy and the lights were blazing hot, but my cunt was in control of my actions far more than my brain by that point. I grinned at her and she back at me, and I stepped into the strap-on, positioning the smaller cock at my entrance before pulling the thing all the way on and thrusting the cock inside.

I gasped at the sensation, realizing suddenly that Charlie hadn't told me how to turn the vibrator part on, but then didn't seem like the right time to ask.

In a dazzling show of flexibility, Charlie turned around and spread her legs wide while touching her toes, her ass high in the air, her pussy lips just waiting for me to part them and thrust the strap-on inside.

I stepped up behind her, wasting no time in thrusting deep inside her, using my hands on her hips to pull her down onto the cock as hard as I could. The motion thrust the other cock deeper inside me and I began to get into a rhythm, fucking Charlie from behind, playing with her tits and her clit, letting my hands roam every inch of her body and taking whatever I wanted.

"Put a finger in her ass!" someone shouted from the crowd, and Charlie craned backward to shoot me an affirming look.

Another dancer appeared with lube and I slowly teased her asshole and worked my pinky inside, making her moan in pleasure and soon it's not enough. Switching to my index finger, I synchronized my motions to thrust into both of her holes at once, and I could feel everything beginning to clamp down, including inside myself.

In the crowd, everyone's eyes were glued to us, the dancers all but forgotten. All through the crowd, fists jerked vigorously at cocks and fingers circled around clits or thrust inside their holes. A few couples fucked doggy or reverse cowgirl style, some of the girls pawing at their clits as their partners fucked them from below.

I moaned in ecstasy, the warmth in my cunt spreading out to fill my entire body. I had never felt so confident, so horny, or so desperately depraved. I wanted nothing more than to satisfy the climax building within, and Charlie must have sensed it.

As I curl my hips in to thrust deep inside her, still fingering her hole and clenching around the cock inside me, Charlie reached back and pushed her finger into a spot on my hip, and suddenly the vibrator roared to life, abusing my clit and taking me even higher until everything had faded except for me and Charlie, and then even Charlie began to fade and there was nothing except for me and my pleasure and the tightening of every muscle in my body as I came hard, shuddering over Charlie and leaning on her for support as she rode out her own orgasm, juices flowing around her pussy as she came over the cock and I gently removed my finger from her ass.

A moment later, our muscles gave out together and we fell to a tangled heap on the floor of the stage, applause roaring in the background amid hoots and hollers. The cocks were still inside both of us, my cunt still throbbing around mine.

"Well, I will definitely think of you every time I use this now," I told Charlie as she turned back to look at me. "Now let's get cleaned up a bit, huh?