Stay in the club

Adam felt a bit winded -- but very nicely -- by Mary's surreptitious jerkoff therapy, so he was in a fine mood as he returned to his table. He could not help but notice, however, the conspiratorial smirks on his American-born dates. "Yes ... ?" he teased.

"Adam! Stop! The car!" the three chorused.

Adam looked over at Gogo, who was simply grinning while the others were giggling. He slid back into his seat. "I think someone's been gossiping," Adam rebuked Gogo warmly.

"We're all a little amazed," confessed Gina.

"Yeah," said Flora, "if we had only known that getting you to put out was as easy as saying 'Stop the car, Adam' and sitting on your lap, we would have been all over that long ago!"

"Gogo was ... persuasive," Adam mused, and left it at that.

"Well, yeah," teased Heather, "I mean, with lines like 'I have no shame any more. I have no decency any more.' I don't think any of us should be underestimating Gogo, girls, she can handle English just fine. At this rate she'll be the next Joseph Conrad."

Adam felt quietly thankful to Heather, for having diverted attention from Gogo's spectacular bosom. She never failed to impress him as being both shrewd and sweet.

"It's dance time," declared Gina. "Let's go."

Gogo was impressed as both Gina and Heather got up with Adam. "He dancing with both at once?"

"A lot of men have fantasies about twins -- even Adam," Flora explained. Having just been reprimanded by her mother, she was **** to blurt out that Gogo was a pair of twins all by her lonesome.

For her part, Gina had taken a new slow song as the cue for herself and her sister, as they preferred the slow songs and had many chances to rub themselves sinuously up against Adam or sandwich him outright as his hands glided over their bodies. They understood the ego surge he was getting, allowing anyone watching wondering how one man was able to land two such hot twins so very keen on sharing everything, but it worked the other way too, because they knew that women looking on would feel jealous of them. The dance dared pose to women the question, Would you be willing to share?

Adam felt oddly relaxed as one slow song flowed into another. With his lust momentarily tamed by Mary, he could just enjoy the dancing and the flirtation without much worry. When they finally did break up, however, Heather whispered 'Someday I'll get you to stop the car.' There was no followup or explanation, however, because as the temp picked up it was now Flora's turn.

Flora flung herself cheerfully and gleefully into the fast song, pushing every opportunity to bump, grind, and shake down everything she had. She loved showing off to Adam what a dynamo she could be both on the dance floor and in the sack, and if Adam was a bit stiff by comparison he was also reliably rock-steady, for at the end of the song she leapt up and wrapped her arms and legs around him. She knew how much he appreciated that big selfless leap of embrace which only a boisterous young girl could manage, and she used her moment wrapped around him to wriggle and squirm and give him a hard deep tongueful kiss.

"I can't fucking wait," she sighed, "do me now!"

Adam knew that Flora could get crazy, but she was never quite that crazy, and in fact performing her own role in making anyone watching wonder who the hell Adam was. "We're not in the car," Adam pointed out.

Flora stuck out her tongue at him, but kissed him again, then noticed something and got down off him. "Hey, don't be shy, come on over!"

It was Gogo, looking rather sheepish. "I never danced much," she confessed.

"It's not a competition," Adam assured her. "Just go with your emotions. Listen to the music and then move the way you feel. We're all just having fun here. It's easy."

"I'm going to leave you two a wi-i-ide berth," Flora said before returning to the table. Adam wagged his finger at her for her mild joke about Gogo's bustiness, but he let her go, and turned to Gogo. "You know what," he said, "we're in luck, this is more like rock. Get your hips into it, go ahead."

Again, Adam had to marvel at how quickly Gogo was coming out of her shell, for within two minutes she was shaking and shimmying like crazy, really getting into it. Ordinarily Adam would have really gotten into it, but he was somewhat hypnotized by Gogo's insanely gigantic breasts merrily convulsing before him and once more felt grateful to Mary for her services. He truly did love Gogo's smile and attitude, the total package, and yet he could barely concentrate on her as anything more than deep luscious tempting cleavage.

"There, you see?" he told her as the song wound down. "You're a natural! ... Say, why don't you go tell the others we're getting out of here?"

"Sure!" said Gogo.

Adam sighed. Everything was a bit off tonight. Ordinarily he was just fine with blowing off time dancing, but he was frankly burning with anticipation at the prospect of getting on with the fivesome, and he sensed that the twins and Flora were even hornier that night than usual, there had been a little too much grabby neediness during the dancing and that was best dealt with straightaway. Truth was, if they had been a little more honest with each other they might have skipped the dancing altogether.

Adam checked his wallet before going over heading back to the table, when he noticed a woman in sleek dark red approaching him.

"You're a big boy, aren't you," purred the blonde in red, her dress flashing a lot of bare midriff. "I see you like big girls ... !"

Adam smiled. The brassy blonde was a looker hefting one hugely augmented bosom. "I do, I do," he confessed happily.

"I'm Harlow."

"You are a blonde bombshell, all right. I'm Adam."

"Adam!?" The name alone seemed to strike her as a dream come true. "Listen, Adam, I just happen to have a Garden of Eden back home. So long as we never wear any clothes, we'll be just fine."

"I'm sure." It had been a while since he had been hit on this brazenly buy a hot and heated stranger, and he found it flattering, especially from almost exactly the kind of woman he would have considered in his youth. "Harlow, listen, I'm so happy to meet you, but I've got women in my life."

"Are you married or something?"

"Yes."

Harlow pressed herself up against him, running a hand over his bicep while her other arm wrapped around him. "Congratulations ... !" she said, conveying that she could be discreet about adultery.

"It's really complicated," he assured her.

He showed her his ring. It bore three small jewels, one for each woman: a ruby, a topaz, and a sapphire.

Harlow's eyes went wide and her jaw went slack as she stared at the ring, for she understood its significance. She had always fantasized about meeting a too-male someday, but had long considered it impossible. Yet here she was, clinging not simply to one extremely hot man but to an actual too-male, showing off a ring denoting three marriages.

"I ... I ... I'll settle for cubic zirconium," she blurted out faster than her brain could edit her.

"I'm really terribly sorry. But thank you so much for offering." With that, he brought one hand around to her buttock and gave it a pinch, which made her gasp with excitement. Then, in a move he figured he could get away with so long as he and his party got the hell out of there, he slipped his hand up her bare belly and managed to cup her huge round braless breast beneath her upper dress, and act which made her whimper with lust. Just as quickly, he nibbled on her neck below her ear before kissing her and murmured "I'm keeping an eye open for you ... !" And with that, he swiftly withdrew and left.

He and the women left, but not before Heather murmured to him "I saw you with the blonde?"

"Which blonde?" he teased.

"The one just standing there, looking at you like you just saved her favorite cat from a burning building."

Adam smiled but never turned around. He appreciated Heather's comment, and its moral, that there are times when it is best for a man to say No to a hot pussy.

(originally written by DruulEmpire on the BE Addventure)