I had never been fucked on the dance floor, and they offered to help without so much as a wink. Old friends are good to have in our greatest times of need.
I was good and drunk on Manhattans before we got over to the West Side, and the club was no better off. I walked in with two pretty boys on my arms and two condoms tucked into my bra.
The boys were easily distracted by the hips and asses that were pressed so tightly together on the floor, but after an hour I managed to keep them focused on me. I think the long kisses and a hand to the crotch helped, but soon I had both pressed firmly against me. I squeezed my body between them as we moved to the music and in minutes I had two gloriously hard cocks against my body. Their hands moved roughly up and down my skirt and increasingly under it, to smooth bare skin. As I kissed Michael in front of me it occurred to me that he was one of my only friends I hadn’t gotten around to fucking. When he slid a finger inside me I kissed him hard and almost giggled at the excitement.
I reached one hand down and pulled his zipper open as my other fumbled for the condoms in my bra. I handed one behind me and reached down in front with the other. He was rock hard, and I rolled the condom over him as he kissed me on the mouth. I leaned back and kissed Jason on the ear, and I whispered at him to hold me. He put his arms around me and almost lifted me off the ground as I wrapped my legs around my un-fucked friend.
One of us got a hand between our bodies, and I screamed loudly when he slid into me. Jason pushed hard behind me until I was pressed firmly between them with a gloriously large and impeccably hard cock inside me.
The club was so loud that I could scream and moan for all I was worth as the other dancers only smiled or nodded their heads in our direction. I closed my eyes and simply let them fuck me; my body almost limp in their hands. Jason was doing as much work as anyone and it felt like he was using my body as a toy. His cock was pressed hard against me as well and before I could say a thing my feet were on the ground and I was leaning into Michael for another kiss. In moments Jason was inside me from behind, our bodies still smashed together, and I remembered that he was never one to wait.
I don’t know how many times they took turns, but I know that the room began to spin, someone I’d never seen before kissed me slowly, and I didn’t want it to ever end. When Michael finally came his kisses turned soft and sweet, and I was glad he was first. When Jason came the room went black, and I could see nothing. When I came, I screamed louder than the DJ, and I could swear that someone applauded.
When the boys left me to dispose of the evidence I patted down my skirt and walked towards the bar.
He was tall and handsome, and when he offered to buy me a drink I smiled and said, “I’ll have a whiskey. Make it a double.”
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