GETTING OVER IT

George didn't really feel like it but felt that he should make and effort to go to his best friend's stag party. His marriage had ended, a few months previously, and he was depressed and lonely. He knew that he'd screwed up and that the breakage of the marriage was his fault but he still loved his ex-wife and missed her tremendously. All attempts at reconciliation had failed and he'd heard that she had a regular boyfriend which deepened his depression.

He arrived late, at the pub, and tried to join in the usual childish horseplay and drinking but his heart wasn't really in it. He made his mind to leave as soon as he could do so without offending Steve. The lads had clubbed together and hired a stripper and halfway through the evening someone put on some music and she glided into the room, from a side door. George had expected a woman past her prime but she was young and had a terrific body which made every guy in the room salivate with lust. She was costumed in a harem girl's outfit with a veil masking her face, leaving only her large eyes exposed. She glided to the middle of the room as Arabic music filled the air. Through her multi coloured, see-through harem pants could be seen a glittery g-string matching the beaded bra which was straining to contain her buoyant boobs. She was slim but with very large breasts and a full pouting bottom. 

Her figure was so much like his ex-wife, Dawn, that George felt a pang of loss sweep through him, making him feel even more morose than he already was.

The stripper stood still, her eyes closed, as if waiting for the excitement she could sense in the room to build up even more. Every man was eyeing her full-bodied charms with greedy lust, imagining himself handling those lush curves,  except for poor George which shows you just how depressed he was. Slowly the woman began to sway to the music. Her slim hands twisted and curled in the air as she stood on one spot and undulated her body in time with the music then she massaged her belly, in sensuous patterns, bringing her fingers closer and closer to her breasts. The spotlight accentuated the glitter of her bra and the ivory-hued, upper slopes of her full breasts which wobbled enticingly as she shimmied her shoulders, in time with the music.

George felt uninvolved but was fascinated by the clever way the stripper was handling her male-only audience. She was making every man believe that she was doing her dance just for his benefit only and would be available to fulfil his wildest sexual fantasies after.

She swayed then twirled as the men formed a semicircle around her. She kept her back to them as she wiggled and rotated her well-shaped bottom, in rhythm with the music. Because of the sheerness of the harem pants George could see that the string of the g-string had disappeared into the deep crack, between the rolling buttocks, so that it seemed as if she wasn't wearing any underwear. The muscles rippled beneath the skin of her lush buttocks as she jerked and rolled her hips, causing every man in the room to fantasises about what it would feel like to have his cock trapped between those strong bum-cheeks.

It even affected George. It was the first time he'd had any sexual thoughts,  since the divorce and he attributed it to the fact that she reminded him of Dawn.

The stripper spun around and faced the room and her hands cupped her breasts and began to stroke the upper slopes, with the tips of her fingers. The motion caused the material to be pushed down so that the rosy hue of her aureoles was partly exposed and only the nipples kept the garment in place. The men, who'd been drinking steadily for a couple of hours, started whistling and shouting for her to take her bra off and show them her tits. They began to clap, in time with the music.  She was very professional and knew how to tease and prolong an audience's anticipation. She began to shimmy her shoulders which made her breasts heave up and down. She rolled her hips, the motion closely resembling the rhythm of fucking, and the muscles in her thighs and stomach rippled and flexed. Her boobs seemed to be performing a dance of their own, as if trying to escape their flimsy confinement. The look in her eyes revealed that she knew the hold she had on her all-male audience and that it pleased her to have them foaming at the mouth, so to speak. She bent forward, from the waist, so that the deep cleavage between her large breasts was plainly visible and rolled her torso so that her breasts rippled and shook. Her eyes were defiantly staring straight at her audience, as her bulging breasts threatened to spill out of the cups of her beaded bra. She straightened up. When she'd deemed that she'd strained their patience far enough her right hand strayed to the catch at the front of her bra. Her fingers played with it then paused, teasing and increasing the almost tangible lust coming from the men. A swelling chorus of disappointment filled the room as she turned her back. Her bottom was swaying sexily to the beat of the music and everyone knew that she was undoing the catch of her bra and that, when she turned around, they'd get their first look at her large boobs and it increased the vociferous calls for her to show them her tits. She raised her arms above her head, holding her beaded bra, and began to sway like a snake and every man in the room followed the rolls of her hips fascinated by the grinding of her full buttocks and the flexing of her muscles. She looked back over a shoulder and the audience went wild, shouting out a mixture of obscenities and encouragement. She stood still, her legs apart, the only movement a rippling motion which made her buttocks undulate as if she was being screwed then she dropped her arms and the bra hit the floor, to the wild cheering of the men. She stood for a while, with hands on hips, her naked back to the audience increasing the tension. A change of rhythm started her moving in a tight circle, rippling her fleshy rump as she twisted from side to side, exposing just a bit more of her naked breasts with each new twist and turn. Her breasts swung vigorously, from side to side, as she twisted her torso and, when the shouting reached a crescendo, she suddenly spun round and faced her audience. She went up on her toes and moved her hands high up in the air making her naked breasts sway and shimmer like ripe fruit. Her boobs were incredibly firm and large, the nipples very red and standing out like door stops.

Once again George felt a pang of loss as he compared the stripper's boobs with his ex-wife's and realised that they compared favourably. Tears welled in his eyes as he realised that he would never again have the pleasure of worshipping Dawn's boobs.

The performer twisted her torso, causing each breast to rotate in opposite directions and after a few seconds they were blurs of pink flesh, punctuated by loud slapping sounds as they collided at the end of each spin. Abruptly she stopped and her breasts collided with a loud fleshy sound then settled down on her chest. The nipples were hard and pointed at her audience like two puppy's noses. She gave each man in the room plenty of time to have a good look at her magnificent boobs before she whipped her harem pants off leaving her wearing only the beaded g-string. She was perspiring and her boobs gleamed in the light, as if they'd been oiled. 

George's eyes followed the curve of her belly and saw that the tiny triangle of material had been absorbed in the slit of her sex leaving shaven the lips bulging out on each side of the strip. It was even more lewd than if she'd been completely nude and he felt a twitch below as his penis began slowly unfurling.
 
The dancer spun around, while the audience was still enthralled by her almost naked body. picked up her discarded garments then hopped and skipped away to disappear through the door. It had been done so neatly that it took a few seconds for the men to realise that the show was over. The room echoed with groans of disappointment and loud cries for her return but she didn't come back. After a while the men resumed their drinking and bragging, about their sexual prowess. 

George felt even more miserable and decided that he might as well go home. He downed the rest of his pint and slipped out of the room, through the same door as the stripper, without anyone noticing and trying to make him stay. As he reached his car he saw that a woman was standing next to it. His stomach somersaulted and his heart skipped a beat when he recognised Dawn. He rushed and was out of breath as he reached her then felt a huge disappointment as he recognised April, Dawn's younger sister.

He asked her what she was doing there and April smiled mischievously and held up a beaded bra and harem pants. George felt as if he could have been knocked over with a feather as he stared at his ex-sister-in-law, not quite believing his eyes and its shocking implication. April giggled and said that he'd better shut his mouth before a fly flew into it. She told him that she'd got a lift to the pub and would appreciate it if he drove her back to her flat. On the way they talked. She told him that she'd been very sorry about him and Dawn breaking up and had heard that he was mopping around like a lost soul. She said that he was too nice a guy to waste his time and that he should forget Dawn and get a life. 

Trying to change the subject he asked her what she was doing stripping and she told him that she'd been made redundant and had found it impossible to find another job. She'd always loved dancing and had seen an ad for strippers. She'd taken dancing classes, with an ex-stripper. and found that she had a natural talent and could make a lot of money doing solo performances in pubs and clubs. She'd not been sure that she could expose her body in public but she'd done a nude photographic session and found that she really liked showing off her nakedness. From the first time she'd stripped in public she loved the teasing as it turned her on to have all men lusting after her so openly.  That night had been the first time she'd performed for a private party and having men in such close proximity had made her feel very raunchy. 

George found it very easy to talk to her and heard himself apologising for having neglected her sister and told her that it wasn't until she'd left that he'd discovered how much he loved and needed her.

She insisted he came inside, when we got to the flat, and she disappeared into the kitchen and he could hear her bustling about making tea. For the first time in ages he felt like a normal person.  April came back in the room. She put the cups down on the table and slipped an arm around his waist and said that he looked tired but she had a sure-fire remedy. She stepped back and looking deep into his eyes she unbuttoned her sweater and her magnificent boobs spilled out because she'd not been wearing a bra. She cupped her right hand under a breast and guided the peak of the hard nipple to George's mouth as her other hand slipped behind his neck and pulled his face against the pneumatic flesh of her breasts. The aroma of her musky perfume, mixed with the natural scent of her flesh, made his senses spin. He felt like a small boy being comforted by his mother as he melted against the silky expanse of resilient flesh. It was like sinking into a warm, comforting cushion and, for the first time in ages, he felt as if he didn't have to think about himself. He was amazed when suddenly he felt warm liquid begin to fill his mouth and realised that it could only be coming from her breast.
April held him close murmuring words which were muted by the warm, elastic flesh pressing against his ears. He closed his eyes and absorbed her warmth as he felt his cares departing to be subtly replaced by sexual arousal as he continued swallowing the almost tasteless liquid. After a while April pulled away and her full breasts dangled, swaying gently from side to side, only inches from his face as she kissed the tip of his nose, before backing away. She went down on her knees and pressed her mouth against the throbbing bulge in the front of his trousers to nibble the head of his prick, through the material. She reached for the zip and pulled it down, slipping her hand through the opening and grasped the cock and tried to bring it out but it was so stiff that it kept catching in his garments.

He was looking down not quite sure he wasn't dreaming. Dawn had never acted that way even when they married, in fact she'd always been rather prim and proper and sex had always been confined to the bedroom and been rather staid. Her sister had no such hang-ups and she worked his cock free and  brought it out into the open. Her fingers squeezed the shaft as she lowered her mouth over the head and kissed the knob. Her tongue flicked wetly all over the domed shaped-tip and collected the drops of precome, which kept popping out of the slit. Her red lips parted and she drew the cock deeply into her mouth. She made a funny sound as the head drove deep between the gulping muscles, at the back of her throat. Never before had his cock been so deeply sucked and certainly never by his ex-wife who'd always considered it as being something depraved.

Automatically he began to weave his hips, back and forth, as his hands cupped the back of April's head, drawing her face even tighter against his groin. His cock was stuffed so deeply in her throat that it was a miracle that she wasn't choking. He could feel her tongue, like a sinuous snake, working on the base of the shaft as he slipped a hand down and cupped one of her dangling boobs and gently pinched the rubbery nipple between his fingers and instantly he saw milk spurting out. She groaned, the sound muffled because of the cock wedged so deeply in her throat. She nibbled her way up and down the shaft, moving her lips from the glans to the root and back again, circling round and round with her wet tongue. 

It was no wonder that George was shaking like a leaf. She curled her full lips even more tightly around the base of his cock as the muscles of her throat undulated and vibrated seeming to draw tighter and tighter around the swollen rod buried so deep inside her gulping mouth. Driven wild by lust George began fucking her mouth and throat as if it was her pussy forgetting to be gentle. She did not seem to mind but played with his balls, gently kneading them between her nimble fingers, as the cock shuttled between her pursed lips, at full steam. He realised that he was no longer in control and that it was April's mouth, throat and hands which were controlling him. He rasped out that he was on the point of coming as the pressure building up at the base of his cock became incessant. The words trailed off into a deep grunting sound as a climax ripped through his cock. 

April pulled her face away and, kneeling up, guided the cock between her firm breasts and closed them around it just as a load of semen blasted out to splash against her warm flesh. She held her breasts together as spurt after spurt splashed on her rippling flesh and some even reached her face but she continued to roll her warm breasts around the spurting cock, encouraging it to release every last drop until it was completely drained and limp. When she was sure that there was no more she released it and, with fingertips collected the creamy dollops and massaged it into the flesh of her twin globes. Her eyes were closed and he could see that she was trembling all over, as she kneaded and stroked her flushed boobs, the nipples resembled overripe fruits ready to burst. 

A short while later she stood up and, taking his hand, pulled him to his feet and led him into the bedroom. She undressed then finished undressing him. He immediately noticed that her mound was as bare as a baby's. The sex lips were partly opened so that he could just see that the inner folds were already very moist and he knew that she'd not exaggerated when she'd told him that she'd been turned-on by her sexy exhibition.

George lay down next to April and they kissed tenderly, at first, then more and more passionately. A strong shudder swept through her as his hands gently caressed her boobs. She whimpered as his lips closed around one of her nipples. He could taste traces of his semen mixing with her milk as he sucked on the hard nub but he didn't care. She reached down and grasped his cock and it quickly revived and became hard. She pulled him on top of her body and guided the head of his cock into the entrance of her sex and he felt the lips close around it and suck it inward. He started pounding his hard cock to the hilt into her pussy, sensing that she did not want any more foreplay. 

April lifted her bottom off the bed to meet his thrusts. He pulled his cock almost all the way out and she clawed his back as she begged him to give it back to her. She spread her legs even wider apart then closed them around his hips and her lush body undulated beneath his as her breasts were plastered against his chest so that he could feel the diamond-hard nipples punching into his flesh. She scared the hell out of him when suddenly she screamed out his name and announced that she was climaxing and urged him to fuck her even harder. As she spasmed violently he kept his cock shuttling in and out, again and again and she kept shrieking as he thrust deeper and harder into her pussy. Her dying orgasm seemed to trigger the next one so that, seconds later, it exploded, shaking her body and driving the air out of her lungs and also causing her sex to grip his cock like a velvet fist. She shrieked that she couldn't seem to stop coming and that she never wanted it to end.

It was music to his ears and triggered a need to fill her pussy with his semen. His frantic thrusts were pounding her like a jack hammer. He was driving his cock in and out of her clutching sex as if he wanted it to come out of her mouth. Their sweaty bodies smashed together like mindless animals. She climaxed again just as his cock erupted, blasting its load deep into her sucking sex. When Dawn felt it shudder, within the confine of her pussy, she gripped it even more tightly with her vaginal muscles so that it felt as if she was milking it. They spasmed and thrashed together until finally they began rolling apart. For a brief moment their flesh stayed stuck together, glued by sweat, before parting with a loud sucking sound. He clasped her in his arms as she whispered that he had been the very best.

They talked well into the early hours of the morning. She told him that showing off her body to groups of men made her so raunchy that she had to have sex after a performance and it really didn't matter who the man was as long as he had a hard cock and that is how she’d become pregnant but had lost the baby but her milk had not dried up. George was disappointed until she told him that he'd been the best lover she’d ever had and she wanted him to stay with her. They made love again but this time it was gentle and languid but just as fantastic.

A few weeks late he moved in with April. He accepted that April wanted to continue her dancing and that he acts as her minder accompanying her to her performances to make sure that nobody takes advantage of her. He knows that after a show they will have the wildest sex imaginable so why should he care if men lust after her like dogs after a bitch on heat when it is only him who feeds his seed deep into her body as his stomach fills with her rich milk.