The desperation must have gotten to me because when the football team proposed an outing, I was ready. These “outings” are pretty much the same. A man-sized steak and then a strip club where the dollars rain. It’s an Eagles superstition slash tradition. You make it rain at a strip club for good luck, and then Friday night? The opposition is toast.
So yeah, I was pumped on the bus ride into the city. Fantasizing about my step had me on edge, and fuck, Colt and I hadn’t done a chick in a week or so. My libido was rarin’ to go, I was already planning my night ahead … steak, stripper, stripper, stripper, in that order. Yeah, three girls sounded about right.
And when we stepped into the Donkey, I could tell it was going to be a good night again. The Donkey’s my favorite club in the city. Low lights, low class, and hot girls. There are peanut shells on the floor, spilled whiskey from last night still sticky on the bar, a crew of sleazy looking dudes already getting down, whooping and hollering, stomping their feet as a new girl came on stage.
The redhead was okay, looking a little worse for the wear but whatever. This was the Donkey, we weren’t expecting high class escorts. The dancer was dirty in spirit though, the kind who’ll do anything. She pranced around, shedding clothes left and right, tossing her thigh highs to some really gross dude while grinding her cunt against another. I thought I saw the second man insert a finger into her pussy while the girl squealed with pleasure, his big digit massaging her insides. Like I said, no holds barred.
As her set ended, the club went dark and a tell-tale blue light came on. Oh shit. Oh yeah, this was what we were waiting for. The entire football team was there, some guys with their dicks out already, getting ready for a stroker. Because that’s what the blue light means – pure sex.
It’s a thing with the Donkey, they take “no holds barred” to a different level. Instead of having back rooms where strippers get it on with clients, the blue light signals that the coast is clear. It’s more than topless, bottomless, all that bullshit. It means cunny is ready to get drilled, however many times the girl wants, however she wants it, with however many guys. And the Saratoga Eagles? We were here to partake.
The lights dimmed and then came on again, the spotlight homing in on a cardboard box in the corner of the bar, big enough to fit a person. Yeah, that seemed about right. No woman jumping out of a cake here, this was a low-rent place, if some chick popped out of a homeless person’s cardboard box I wouldn’t be surprised.
And slowly, the top opened, one flap after another, a shapely arm winding its way out, pushing the box open. It was followed by a shoulder, a glint of blonde hair, and finally a woman in a mask, her boobies bouncing free as she kicked the box apart, stepping out, elegantly in the nude.
Hmmm, I liked it, but the mask was new. Usually these chicks are completely bare, maybe some high heels but that’s it. There are no thongs, no pasties, none of that shit. These girls let it all hang out, so what was up with the disguise?
And this wasn’t some kind of masquerade ball prop either, feathers and glittery sequins. It was a lot simpler, like a sheer stocking pulled over her face with a hole for the mouth, you could see the outline of her features but no details. I could make out a pert nose and tiny chin, with lush, kissable lips, but nothing else.
But the woman was a pro. She threw that blonde hair right and left, swishing it like a mare’s tail, all the while making lewd gestures with her mouth, working that “O” like she was kissing cock, tonguing it, dipping her head suggestively, the red lips pure suck force. God, it looked powerful, like she’d be able to vacuum at 10 Gs, make any guy blow with a just a couple pulls.
And her body, it was beautiful, pure seduction. Giant double Ds swung left and right, the nipples a deep pink against creamy skin. Her nips were tight and long, stretched and pointy. She had a tiny waist that flared into generous hips and that ass. It bounced this way and that in time to the music, the girl jiggling and giggling all the while making obscene gestures with her mouth and hand, like she was blowing someone’s dick, mouthing enjoyment.
But it got even better. Again, the Donkey isn’t a place that leaves things to the imagination, this was just an appetizer. The girl bent over slowly, gripping her ankles and spread her legs in a vee, running her hands up and down those silky calves. But what opened was even more gorgeous. Her lips were on display, deep pink, moist and juicy, pulsating with power.
And she had something stuck in there already. Oh yeah, the girl had prepped herself and was now wiggling her ass, holding her butt cheeks open, tantalizing the crowd with the sight of something jammed into her vag, her lips stretched uncomfortably with the size. What the fuck could it be? I could see a tiny string dangling between her lips now, and more than one guy was getting up, determined to pull it out.
But the blonde was canny. She danced this way and that, swinging her ass so that no guy could quite get their fingers on that tantalizing little string, their fingers trailing down her thighs, over her butt, stroking those golden curves. And oh god, she was coming closer, I could almost smell her pussy on its way over, a gleam of wet on her thighs. The cream was so luscious, so aromatic that even in this rank place I could practically taste that sweet liquid.
And what do you know, but the girl stopped in front of my brother. I heard her laugh throatily, trailing her red nails over his cock, following the giant vein on the top. My brother, that fucker, had popped his fly the minute the girl made her entrance, stroking his boner like a madman. And how do I know? Because he was already at a full fifteen inches.
Oh yeah, we’re more than a little endowed, we’re fucking monsters and Colt was at it today. His dick was primed already, the balls high and tight, the vein running along the top already pulsating visibly, he was so fucking jacked.
And the girl laughed with anticipation when she saw it, maybe she’d even seen it across the room, it was so massive. Like a pro, she squeezed his balls, fingering those sacs, savoring the feel of soft, silky man skin. My bro jerked, his head falling back, grunting with pleasure as she touched, and was it my imagination or did her fingers run lower, stroking all the way down to that space beneath his balls, that private skin between his sac and anus?
“Like it big boy?” she said throatily, her mouth pursing suggestively, those red lips oh so tantalizing. What would it feel like to have them wrapped around my cock? I had to know.
But this was the Colt show so far. His dick was now even bigger if that was possible, pointing straight at the stripper as she touched and fondled, the tip literally dripping with semen, a pool of cum forming on the floor. Oh yeah, the Donkey’s floor was sticky with dried beer … and baby batter.
But Colt wasn’t taking no for an answer. The girl had crossed the line and he had to get off, into or onto that beautiful body, it didn’t matter. He grabbed her hips and pulled her into his lap, pushing her forward so that her head was between his knees, her legs up over her shoulders.
And of course that vag, that beautiful, steamy pussy was just inches from his face. Breathing in deeply, he inhaled, enjoying the singular smell of female cunny before reaching down and tugging the white string.
At first nothing happened, there was too much resistance, her pussy was too tight, whatever inside was stuck. But then with a pop, exit was made and what the fuck … this girl was ours.
A fucking five inch ball popped out, the rubber bright pink and textured, ribbed for her pleasure, dripping with ambrosia. The blonde squealed in Colt’s lap, her face hidden between his legs but her hands on his thighs gripped suddenly, digging into his jeans and those long, lithe legs kicked reflexively, the stimulation to her cunt too much, she was losing it too.
And was it my imagination, or had her legs spread even wider on his shoulders, her body relaxing, prepping itself for entry, for his fingers, his dick, his mouth … and my mouth.
Because I wanted in. I had to taste the girl, get my little piece of heaven, my dick was out and I whipped it this way and that, jacking up for a double drill.
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I stood on the other side of her, she couldn’t see me but I had a full view of those beautiful ass cheeks, jiggling this way and that, red already from big hands grabbing and squeezing, slapping those creamy mounds until they were rosy with arousal.
And without any warning, I plunged my face between those hilltops, letting pure instinct drive me, my tongue tracing that beautiful crevice, savoring the hot, musty taste of female animal.
Oh shit. Something was familiar. I straightened immediately, my knees shaking, my dick still trembling with arousal, pulsating even harder, my sperm about to jet … because it was my sister Karlie. I’d recognize the taste and smell of her anywhere.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Karlie
I’d giggled while peeking out from behind the curtain. I’d been getting ready backstage, patting powder you know where when Joy, a gorgeous blonde, started to shriek.
“Oh my god, they’re back!” she’d screamed, her breasts jiggling, bouncing up and down as she announced her observation to the world.
We’re a bunch of strippers, so it takes a lot to excite us because we’ve seen it all, from dudes with no teeth to cowboys in chains.
But a couple girls rushed to the curtain edge, peeking out from behind the velvet with coos of, “Oh where? Do you see them?” “Oh my god, the entire team is here,” and finally, “Whose turn is it to do the blue light? Because I’m not sure if I can manage …”
Not able to manage? That was hard to believe. Again, we’re professionals with the most elastic bodies, the most accommodating sweet spots. Not being able to manage meant something real special.
And as a matter of fact, it was my turn to do a blue light. It’s the most depraved thing ever, I can’t believe I’m so into the specials, they make my insides tingle, my toes curl with anticipation. Whatever happened to sweet little Karlie, high school senior? But I know inside I was never that sweet. I was demure, sure, but it was a disguise. Inside, I was hungry, pure and simple, dreaming of multiples, being taken in every way, shape and form.
And my brothers were the stars of the show … in my mind at least. It was their giant donkey dongs that I imagined, loving, sucking, fucking, doing them this way and that until we collapsed in a sweaty mess.
But it was purely in my brain because Cain and Colt were ignoring me still. Or even worse, not even ignoring, less than that. I was an afterthought to them, just someone who happened to live in their house like a piece of silent furniture.
Of course I watch them, silently moaning from behind their door as the boys banged one girl after another, totally unaware of my presence. It was so unfair. Why was I always on edge around them, electrified by their very proximity, while they were completely oblivious to me?
But mornings were practically routine at this point. A beautiful girl coming down the stairs, her hair disheveled, her body sore, limping sometimes from the double pummel she’d gotten the night before.
Me, on the staircase silent as a mouse, looking on with wide eyes, dressed in my jammies, a stark contrast to her negligee, torn in a couple places, one lacy strap slipping over her shoulder, almost baring a rosy nipple.
“Hey,” one of my brothers would grunt, the other reaching for a coffee.
“Hiya,” she’d coo, her eyes flirtatious, a couple hickeys on her long, slim throat.
“Oh hey, want some breakfast?” they’d ask casually, tossing back a carton of orange juice in the meantime.
And the girl would simper, make some excuse about how she was never hungry in the mornings, but her eyes inevitably swung back to the boys, ravenous even though they’d just put her through the wringer.
“Colt, Cain,” she’d begin, “When am I going to see you next?”
That always brought a moment of silence but my brothers had seen this movie before.
“Soon, chica, soon,” said Colt between mouthfuls of sausage.
“Did you say tomorrow?” the girl cooed. “I’m free starting at 3 p.m.”
She was probably free all day, she’d cut school, quit her job, do whatever they wanted, anything to be with the twins again.
But my brothers were pros, this was routine morning-after chitchat.
“Naw,” drawled Cain. “We’ve got practice, there’s a game coming up. Maybe after.”
Now it was her turn to pout.
“But when?” she demanded, her voice rising to a whiny high-pitched squeal. God, it sounded bad. It was kind of arousing when they were fucking her, drilling her front and back, but now it just sounded like nails on chalkboard.
Colt answered nonchalantly.
“Chica, you know we have a big game coming up, we can’t make any promises. But we’ll see you around, okay? Cain and I loved last night, it was awesome and we have a keepsake for you.” And with that, he reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a used condom, the latex limp and slimy, the tip filled with white bubbly which could only be one thing.
“Oh my god!” breathed the blonde. “Is this the one …?” her voice trailed off.
And my brothers nodded. I knew exactly what they were referring to, I’d been spying on them again, masturbating to the threesome. Colt had drilled her good, coming hard in that pretty pussy, filling the condom with cum. And then after all was well and done, he’d unrolled it, getting ready to toss it I was sure.
But instead, he’d handed it to Cain, who took the rubber while grunting with satisfaction.
“Oh yeah, stretched out,” he rumbled. “Perfect.”
And my eyes flew open at what happened next. Because he started pulling the used condom over his massive donkey dong, straining, his dick pushing this way and that as it was sheathed in tight rubber, the latex constricting his penis. It must have been painful, his face was a blend of agony and ecstasy, but finally the job was done and he had the condom on, the tip already filled with jizz.
“Turn around little girl,” he grunted. “It’s time.”
And with that, the fucking continued until both my brothers came again, this time Cain shooting his baby batter into the used rubber, that precious cream mixing until it was a perfect blend of DNA.
And now they were offering it to Chrissy as a take-home prize, a souvenir from their night together.
“Oh god,” she moaned, looking at the rubber, holding it up to the light as she licked her lips, remembering the depravity. “Yes, yes, yes,” she sighed.
And with that, Colt and Cain were done. They were courteous, showing her to the door, helping her on with her coat, even walking her to her car, slamming the door behind her.
But when they got back to the house, it was almost as if the girl had never existed.
“Good pussy,” grunted one to the other.
“Amazing,” agreed the other, and that was it. It was onto the next one, I knew we’d never see her again.
And believe it or not, I’ve witnessed this scene multiple times, my brothers bringing up a string of beautiful, creaming women home, the females only too happy to service gorgeous twins. It’s been frustrating, my body shaking and trembling as I watch girl after girl get taken… wishing it were me.
So I’ve been going to the Donkey on nights when I’m desperate, when I have to let the real Karlie out, put myself on display, live my own life, and tonight was going to be my first blue light special. I’d thought about it some … was I really ready to have sex in public? And after five minutes of deliberation, I knew the answer was yes. I wanted it, I wanted to get dick in pussy in full view of an audience, feel the added stimulation of hungry men’s eyes watching me get drilled.
And when Joy squealed about the football team, my interest was piqued. Because that’s what we do for blue lights. It’s not like we go out there and bang a random dude, most girls prepare a little. The standard protocol is to scope out the audience, pick out a hot guy or two, home in on your prey before the show started.
So I peeped out, looking into the gloom and gasped. The entire Saratoga Eagles football team was there, and my brothers were at
the center, those chiseled faces, the athletic builds unmistakable even in the dim light.
Holy shit! This could be my chance to do Cain and Colt, it was exactly what I needed. But I didn’t want anyone to know that I was doing them. What to do? Hmmm.
I turned to the “treasure chest” we keep backstage. It’s a box stuffed to the brim with all sorts of things that strippers might need … pasties, lube for you know where, double-sided tape, and props, leftover from past shows.
And oh yeah, the props we use are wonderful … toys, dildos, balls, gloves, and more. I fumbled through the chest until I found what I was looking for. A discreet mesh mask, the fabric as sheer as a stocking, with a cut-out for the mouth. It was perfect, it’d hide my features, giving me an air of mystery, while letting me see the crowd without any problem.
I donned it, and then pulled on a blonde wig to better disguise myself. Thank god it was dim in the club, the wig wasn’t exactly expensive, you’d never think that this was my real hair by daylight. But so long as it covered my brunette locks, that was enough.
So once the blue light flicked on overhead, I assumed my place, crouching in the cardboard box in the corner. It wasn’t exactly classy, no cake or giant shiny present, just a cardboard box that looked like part of the weekly recycling. But I loved it, because no one suspected anything.
And the spotlight felt so good as I languidly pulled the box apart to show my limbs, warm, bathed in the golden light, until I was completely revealed. The roar from the crowd enormous, the men’s grunts and growls turning me on, making me shimmy and shake ever more sinuously, baring myself for the male attention.
But I knew what I wanted. The Eagles were in the back, a group of massive men, toned, athletic alpha males. Colt and Cain were dominant among them, a head taller, darker, with a predatory air even in the dim atmosphere.
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