A Van Night Out

I drop you off at the front door and I park the van, looking for the darkest corner of the parking lot. As per your instructions, I find a spot in the shadows under a large tree next to one of those bulky metal garbage skips. I wait nervously in the van. We’ve done this before, but it always makes me nervous not knowing how far you’ll go. Although we drove here from dinner together, the rules for this evening stipulate that you enter the club alone. My 30 minutes are finally up – it seems like days. I get out of the van and lock the door.

It’s 10 pm when I walk to the door to the club. The club is in full swing — even with the door closed I can feel the low base thumping against my chest. Upon opening the door, a blast of music rushes out to greet me. The immediate darkness is pierced regularly by strobes and other assorted lights. The loud music is disorienting. The large dance floor is awash in periodic lighting and frenzied dancing. The dance floor is ringed with a polished metal fence, tall stools with high tables. Behind these on three walls are comfortable looking booths. A long bar occupies the far side of the room with plenty of standing room.

Standing just inside the club, I give my eyes a few minutes to adjust. Eventually I spot you across the room perched on one of the tall stools that surround the dance floor. The dance floor separating us is crowded and all of the stools near you are occupied. I spot an empty stool across the dance floor from you and I move to it.

You appear to be chatting with a large well-dressed fellow who is standing to your left. It’s hard to tell what he looks like through the dance floor throng, but he towers over you – even on your high perch. I see you laughing at something he’s said. I can tell that it’s you from the other side of the club even with these strobes and twirling coloured spotlights that only periodically illuminate you. The way you move your head, the curve of your shoulders and the way you cross your legs. Even if I weren’t wearing my contact lenses I would know that it is you.

You took extra care in selecting your wardrobe tonight. You’ve purchased new black stockings, a sensational camisole and garters! I was already hard before we left the house, not that I got much of a look at you – that’s not allowed on ‘your night’. You have also, for the first time in a long while found a pair of heels that you really like and that you are actually comfortable wearing. Black sandals with delicate straps – very sexy. You wear a favourite black dress – and so I am told as we left the house – no panties! You smile at my growing bulge – enjoying my discomfort.

You toyed with me throughout dinner, letting me rest a hand on your leg under the table, but no more than that. I almost came when you surreptitiously removed the ben-wa balls you had tucked up inside you – unbeknownst to me! One at a time I heard the balls rattle from under the table as you pulled them out. All the while looking into my eyes. You smile but said nothing. You handed them to me under the table, leaning in close to me you said, “Put them in your pocket love.” I nodded and did as you requested. I’m in complete awe of your boldness. If it weren’t ‘your night’ I’d have taken you home and given you a good spanking!

The reality of the club returns as the waiter asks what I’ll have. “Stella, thanks,” I reply and he notes it down and moves on. Meanwhile you’ve moved onto the dance floor with your dark-haired friend, who I can now tell is a rather large, athletic looking Pacific Islander, a Samoan, I think. I later learn his name is Colin. He must be a good foot and a half taller than you and considerably heavier than me — all muscle. He seems pretty agile on his feet as you two dance up a storm with at least a two-dozen other couples.

You are so gorgeous out there on the dance floor, your breasts sway easily under your lovely silk camisole. I can imagine your nipples getting hard. Colin pulls you closer with his hand on your back, his other hand wanders up to your shoulder and down to the small of you back – with periodic trips to trace the delicious curve of your hip.

Making the most of the dark, crowded throng, his hand travels briefly to your bottom, cupping, squeezing, and tracing your curves. However, in exploring and sizing up your body as discretely as possible on the dance floor he has discovered your lack of panties, and knows that you are wearing garters and stockings. That you are wearing a camisole without a bra is no longer a secret to anyone on the dance floor. You are gorgeous. He seems almost shocked – he smiles and leans closer to you – makes a joke about it. You laugh. You lead him back to your table and he orders two more drinks, but he doesn’t sit with you.

Colin leans over and whispers in your ear. I see you nod and pick up your drink and purse. He extends his big hand and you take it, letting him lead you to a u- shaped booth with two other Islanders – Colin’s brothers, James and Joseph. Well turned out like Colin, they stand to greet you – like true gentlemen of another era. You shake their hands and exchange a few words as best you can in the thrum of the nightclub. You two sit either side of his brothers. They tell you that they are all in town for a wedding that happened in the afternoon.

After a couple more dances with Colin you both return to the table, but you excuse yourself and head to the ladies. You walk right by me, glancing and smiling a coy smile, but I don’t follow or approach you – that’s by invitation only tonight! While you are away, Colin leans in close to his brothers – the only way to talk in the club! There is no way to tell what they are talking about, but it seems they are all having a good time, laughing, joking and gesticulating with their hands, as one does when telling a story or perhaps regaling one’s brother’s with adventures yet to be had!

You return a couple minutes later, more drinks have been delivered and you resume your seat and conversations with the brothers. James asks you to dance to an old Bony-M tune from the 80s. I can tell you are having a great time as you rush onto the dance floor with dozens of other couples. Upon arriving in the throng, you turn to face him and he pulls you close immediately. He grinds into you and you return the pressure – mimicking the dance style made popular with this tune and others of its time. He’s a bit shorter than his brother but is also massively built – an obviously athletic family – he has huge shoulders and arms and a very tight butt.

After a couple of very energetic dances you return to the table buzzing and tingling with the thrill that comes from dancing with a stranger. The gentleman that he is, James allows you to slip in first. You don’t hesitate, sliding into the back of the booth next to Joseph. James slides in close behind you – leg to leg – shoulder to shoulder. I watch James and Joseph each put an arm around you – all of you laughing and joking. A few minutes later I see that you are encouraging Joseph onto the dance floor. Colin slides out and pushes his brother out onto the dance floor, where he reluctantly takes the hand you offer him. You lead the surprisingly shy fellow to the dance floor just as the song ends. You exchange a few words trying to work out what the next few beats of music is going to bring. “Stairway to Heaven” — you laugh and have to pull Joseph into you.

However, Joseph, about the same size as James is a much better dancer than his brothers and you tell him so as you dance closely. He holds you a bit tighter, one hand in the small of your back, the other on the back of your shoulder. His big hands gently caress your back, pulling you into him. Holding him around the waist you feel his growing bulge press into you.

Your knees are a little weak by the end of he dance and Joseph leads you back to the booth his massive warm hand holding yours. You slide back into the booth next to James and Joseph slides in behind you. Each places a hand on one of your legs. You smile uncertainly across the table to Colin who leans in to exchange words with you. Colin reaches for your hand as he leans in closer to speak with you. You smile again, you laugh, they all laugh – a joke perhaps?

I can just make out that James’ right arm is resting on your back, while his left hand is sliding slowly up over your thigh to your stomach. You look a little nervous, but you reassure yourself that you are surrounded by throngs of people. His hand moves up over your ribs, he cups your breast momentarily. You glance over, smiling, but he has removed his hand now and you return to your conversation with Colin – your hand is still covered by his.

I notice that you are leaning back into the booth more than you were a minute ago. The shiny toes of your new shoes are a bit further apart than they should be. Casually, the hand that moments ago was cupping your breast in public, albeit a dark crowded public, returns to your thigh as the other slides down your back. I can’t see what’s happening under the table now, but you slide gracefully to the edge of the padded bench on which you are sitting – propelled in part by the hand in the small of your back. Your dress has ridden up mid-thigh.

You move to adjust your dress, by your hands are in Colin’s. Your bottom rests on the edge of the bench. Its then I see you blink once and bite your bottom lip. Again, you appear to slide a bit further forward in your seat, I notice that as you sit at the back of the booth, one of your legs is hooked up over James’ knee. You look so casual talking, smiling and laughing, as one of James’ large fingers lubricates itself in your juices and then unceremoniously penetrates you. He has large fingers, it is uncomfortable and you fear being caught, but you are sopping wet from all that dancing. Surrounded by such large men it is unlikely that you will be seen.

I can see his arm in the shadows – working his finger in and out. Your legs are quite obviously spread wide under the table now as James fingers you. Joseph continues to caress your thigh. All the while you continue to look at Colin, laughing and talking. You are blocked from my view for a moment as Joseph leans over you, when he leans back I can see that your other leg is hooked over his knee too! However, what you told me later filled in the picture, as you explained that he too began to rub your clit and finger you alternating with his brother James!

After several minutes, you excuse yourself as gracefully as possible and stand. You motion for Colin to follow you. Standing in front of the bar, with his arms around your waist you explain that you want to suck him off and that he should follow you out to you van. You also explain that I’ll be joining you – he hesitates, but you explain that that is your condition. You hurry to the women’s toilets, while Colin heads back to the table.

I notice the brothers talking and motioning with their hands to each other that they don’t understand why you have left. Moments later you reappear at their table, your back to me. You turn smiling towards me, you give the briefest of nods in my direction and head for the door. Only then to I notice that the brothers’ smiles have returned. Colin follows you out the door!

I follow a few seconds behind you. I find you standing in the dark shadows between the rear of the van and the ally wall, shrouded from direct view by the tree and rubbish skip. I walk over to the van, but you don’t notice me. You stand on tiptoe, leaning into Colin’s bear-like embrace. You kiss him deeply, his tongue probes your mouth, and his hands grip your bottom – holding you tightly. I walk around you without a word and reach down to unlock the back door. Without glancing at me you hand me your purse and I put it into the van.

In the time it takes for the door to swing up into the full open position, James and Joseph have appeared. You move to unzip Colin when you notice them. Before you can object, the boys pull your dress over your head and toss it into the back of the van. We all silently admire your wonderful figure, clad in nothing but a camisole, stockings and garter and heels.

It is no more than few moments before the dull but still loud thrum from the club reminds us where we all are! Colin, James and Joseph crowd around you – gently, almost reverently, stroking your bare bottom, thighs and stomach – all white against your silky black under garments. There is no air of urgency – the boys seem as if in a trance. You glance my way, your eyes questioning me – you hadn’t planned on this – in fact you were very uneasy about this!

You turn back to look at Colin, ignoring the others standing to your side for the moment. Without looking, you motion me with the wave of one trembling hand to sit on the floor of the van. It takes me a few seconds to determine if you are ok, but I can tell from your quivering silhouette that you’re very nervous. I hesitate, but you again wave me into the van again, again without looking at me. You move in a ‘lets get this over kind of jerkiness’. I figure out where you want me and I slide in and lean back against the middle row of seats. I push a blanket over the rough edge of the van’s back door.

From my vantage point, I have a wonderful view of your ass – which is covered in delightful goose bumps, your legs tremble and again I try to determine if you are ok. You sit on the edge of the van’s back door, your back to me. You lie back into my lap looking out at Colin. Three large men gaze down at you.

Colin steps forward and undoes his belt. You are startled momentarily when James and Joseph lift each of your beautiful legs off the ground – spreading you wide for their brother, whose cock now stands bare before you. His rigid member is huge and pre-come glistens in the dull light of the van. Colin’s hands caress your hips and thighs, coming to rest under your bottom. He lifts you easily to meet his cock.

With your back in a lovely arch, your mound is displayed for all to see – your gorgeous lips open slightly and glistening in your own juices from the fingering you’ve just had in the club. The brothers take turns reaching out with free hands to stroke you and tweak your clit. Alternate strokes along your stocking clad legs – down your lovely thighs to your sexy calves and ankles – no part of you is left untouched. Colin’s monster black cock continues to bob only inches from your already well-fingered sex.

Colin reaches for his cock, tugging it and spreading the pre-cum along its length. He rubs it over your labia and clit, teasing you with it. I feel you tremble. Your hands flat on the floor of the van on either side of my legs which you now recline between, your head on my stomach.

Colin leans forward easing his cock to your entrance. James and Joseph lean in as well, only inches, but your legs come up and you are spread a bit wider. We don’t have long to wait. He aims straight for your still hidden tunnel – and pushes easily past your lips and slowly, ever so slowly, eases his rigid meat into you. You are overcome by a wave of heat – your face flushes – looking over your shoulder I can actually see your lips part for this massive black intruder.

Slowly, but with firm unrelenting pressure, Colin forces you apart and slides his entire length into you in one excruciatingly slow drive. I feel your hands on my legs, squeezing, you turn your head slightly to give me the briefest of smiles – a look of intense concentration on your face.

The quiet reverence of this bizarre gathering is broken by Colin, “not him bitch, look at the black bastard whose big black cock is filling your tight white cunt – because its not going to be tight for long bitch!” He didn’t exactly shout this, in fact it was spoken quietly but authoritatively – the brothers wear easy but serious look on their faces. They had our attention.

Colin continues, “I’m servicing you, you little white tramp, so look at me! This is going to end with a bucket load of healthy Samoan spunk deep in your greedy cunt – is that what you want tramp?” Your eyes are fixed on Colin, his cock unmoving but still buried to the hilt. Your momentary hesitation earns you an unexpected slap on the back of a thigh by James – “answer him bitch!,” he commands in the same low, but controlled voice.

“Yes James… Colin,” you manage to stammer. Still in shock from the unexpected verbal assault and the slap, you feel your cunt contracting around Colin. He slowly withdraws his cock so that only an inch remains inside you. “So tell me, you little cunt, what do you want?” Visibly shaken, “Your cock,” you say softly. Another slap on the ass, you repeat slightly louder this time, “Your big black cock, Colin, I want it in me.” He tightens his grip on you, James and Joseph tense. So do we!

Colin plunges into you, rocking you back into me – it pushes the breath out of you and a small soft sound escapes your lips. “What was that you fucking whore? Did you like that? Did you say harder?” Before you can object or say something that will earn you another slap, Colin commands both of us to watch your mound closely.

Without hesitation, our eyes are instantly drawn to the stunning sight of your lips greatly parted by the head of his hard cock. Colin pauses for one moment at the top of his stroke, but instead of pistoning back into you as you feared, he again commands us to, “Watch me fill this little bitch!” Your lovely legs, held firms by two hands on each calf, still manage to tremble. Colin’s hands knead your ass, but what holds our fascination is the large black pole protruding from your cunt. Poised, waiting to part your lips again.

With just the bottom ridge of his circumcised monster showing, Colin pulls forward in a slow and controlled fashion again. Your lips seem to swell – they part before him and your mound grows. As the bottom half of his cock seats itself into your tunnel for the second time, its head pushes deep into your fertile belly. Oh my god you think, “Please, condoms!” They just laugh.

Buried to the hilt, he pauses before withdrawing to the point where only his helmeted head pulses within you. Again your legs tremble as he begins the long slide home, his fingers dig into your flesh. When you and he are fully connected he lifts your bottom and grinds powerfully against you. You shake violently. He laughs. Out to the end, slowly in, lift and grind.

Out. Slowly in, lift and grind. Colin, for the first time, is beginning to tremble himself. His brothers push your legs slightly, increasing his access to your depths. The pace picks up. Colin ploughs into you; you can see the throbbing vein on the side of his cock.

He withdraws and now falls back onto you – we still both gaze at your sex, unable to draw ourselves away! Your lips continue to swell with blood. Puffy and red they appear to grip his steel shaft with a warm wet suction that won’t fully let him go. Your fingers dig into my legs, your elbows tight against my ribs – digging into me as we rock back and forth. You’ve never felt so full and so exposed.

We snap from our reverie when James smacks your raised bottom! Whack! “Ahhhh,” you exclaim just as Joseph delivers his own stinging slap to your other cheek. Colin plunges into you with a smack on your bottom from James. Colin heaves back accompanied with another smack from Joseph – they are not massive blows, but they sting! For a moment you’ve forgotten the uncomfortable feeling of being stuffed by Colin!

James and Joseph hold onto your calves again with both hands – Colin is now visibly struggling to control himself, his large hands gripping your bottom ever more tightly. Strangely, our attention is drawn to the lurid sight of your shiny new shoes, as they catch the light when each powerful thrust has them bobbing up and down.

You note the contrast between the tops of your black stockings and your pale thighs – Colin’s black hands and the paleness of your hips – as if seeing them all for the first time. I note your fantastic heaving breasts covered only in the thin silky camisole. Your hard nipples are clearly visible through the material as they bounce up and down.

Colin’s head tilts backward, his thrusts more jab-like than ever – stabbing you. Thrust after thrust. We continue to rock backwards and forwards upon each impact. Your breathing is getting heavy, you grunt against each powerful thrust. My raging hard-on presses into your back – although there is no chance of you noticing it!

Colin groans. He looks you in the eye, the time span since he last spoke seems huge. “All right baby this is it. Oh yeah, are you ready for some Island spunk? Are you ready to be bred by an Island God?” James and Joseph laugh at this, but you are loosing control. You are closing in on a massive orgasm yourself! I am surprised to hear you grunt out, “Ohhhh yes, fuck me! Fill me up, I want your cum.”

“Uhhhhhh, take this you tramp, some lubrication for my bros! Ah, ah ah fuuuuck!” No sooner had Colin uttered those words, than he traded places with James the very muscular one. James wastes no time in plunging his brother’s cum from your depths – it splurges up the sides of his shaft drenching your lips and running onto both your tummy and down your crack. His fat cock fills your every space. The brothers maintain a steady reign of slaps on your buttocks as your second fucking intensifies. I hold you steady under the relentless pounding as your vision blurs so that you only see the shiny toes of your new shoes. Hands rub your calves and ankles.

The muscled James slams into you again and again – releasing another torrent of cum deep within your belly! He withdraws from you after what seems like only a few minutes compared to Colin’s lengthy pounding of you – wiping his sticky cock along your stocking clad thighs, he adds his coating on top of those his brother left.

Joseph immediately replaces James. Having had to wait he is ready to blow in less than a minute. He strokes you hard about a dozen times and then unexpectedly pulls out of you spraying jism all over your belly and mound. The angle at which you are being held encourages the spunk to run up towards your belly button, but he reaches forward smearing it over your now very sticky belly. His hot sticky hands send waves of shivers throughout your body. You exhale — in part from relief – in part from frustration at not having orgasmed yourself yet. You are taunt with the tension.

You stagger as they help you gently to your feet. You prepare a final greeting, before we flee! You mange only to get a “Thank-you…” out before Colin puts a finger to your mouth to quite you.

“Oh lovely lady, we aren’t done with you yet, there is still plenty to go around,” Colin implores mockingly! Colin points to me, “You husband! Put your head down here!”

I lie where instructed on my back with my head slightly over the end of the van where you were being pounded only moments ago.

“Be quick about it,” James commands.

I glance at your lovely face as I lie on my back. “Ok, my darling, lean into the van and straddle his face, now!”

Your hands on the floor, either side of my hips, your cunt inches above my face — you assume the instructed position above me. “Your boy has some licking to do!” All three laugh aloud. I hesitate and you get a stinging slap on the rear, and I hear you cry out softly. Another blow falls. I lick the inside of your thigh hesitatingly.

Another tentative lick, salty, unmistakable. I feel someone brush by me, and the van dips slightly as the weight of one of the brothers is added to it. Someone repositions you so you are lower – my nose touches your lips. I lick the outer lips of your labia. I can feel warm cum drip onto my cheek. Another couple heavy smacks – gets me licking faster. A hand that reaches between your legs briefly interrupts me. It scoops cum from between your lips.

You anus is smeared with the thick warm cream. A finger pokes some inside. I hear you grunt in discomfort. I have a front row seat to your impending buggery. A bare hand slaps your bottom so hard you ought to have let out a very loud yelp, but I hear only a muffled groan from a well-occupied mouth. “Oh you have a fine tongue you little whore,” breaths Colin who savours the oral attention you are providing him as he fucks your mouth! “Well bitch you did say you were going to suck me!” Colin laughs, “You were so right!”

There are hands all over your bottom, back, thighs and calves as James and Joseph grease your ass up with their combined ejaculations. You feel firm hands on your hips. Colin has pulled up your camisole and is pinching your lovely nipples now, smearing cum from his hands on your beautiful garment and tits! James positions his cock at your ass.

You feel the cock push slowly into your ass – you feel a scream building in you. It is so slow – and so bloody painful. Thankfully he manages only two or three strokes before he carefully pulls out. It is a brief respite as he re-greases his pole with the available cum. He pokes himself back in – with much less pain this time, but you are stretched beyond reckoning. You wiggle your hips to accommodate the inevitable! His hands tighten on your hips – he stretches you even more.

Two more strokes, your mind is reeling, your face flushed. The slaps to your ass become a welcome distraction. James pulls out. You begin to sigh – but Joseph jumps in and shoves his cock into your ass! One stroke, two, three – hips held firm. He withdraws – James re-enters you, and begins the slow strokes over again.

Joseph is in again and explodes – jets of cum seem to burn your insides! You barely feel James slide back into your burning ass – it can’t be possible, but you feel like you are on fire! You are now so well lubricated that James virtually glides into you! His balls are slapping me! I notice only now that I’ve been holding your legs for sometime, my nose constantly brushing your clit. I hear you groan loudly as James pumps you with cum during the last frenzied strokes! Your head back, muscles tense you achieve a shattering orgasm the likes of which you can’t remember. You twitch and tremble endlessly.

As he withdraws, a raft of cum oozes from your ass and mingles with cum and juices from your cunt. I lick you to help you forget your discomfort. You are too tired and sore to move. Moments later Colin pulls you back onto his cock, filling your mouth with his remaining seed, which you manage to slurp down in three gulps and the last cock is removed from your exhausted mouth with a soft “plop.” The boys are about to help you up, when to all our surprise, and to your relief you entertain your second orgasm of the night, this one courtesy of me!

The amused brothers then help you up and pull your dress over your sore and sticky body. They kiss you gently on the forehead – more gently than the past 20 minutes or so would have indicated was possible!

“Lovely lady you were a wonderful fuck – come visit us anytime you are in the Islands! We will treat you like the princess you are!”

They walk off into the dark after rearranging their clothing. I ease you into the passenger seat and we leave the dark parking lot, glancing back into the shadows to see nothing but the closing door of the club.