Loading...I’ve been working down on the south side of Corpus, for about a year and a half. I was going all the way to the east side of town to have a beer. It had taken me several months to find a bar that I felt safe and welcome in. One problem was the distance and the cops and the other was that I wanted to practice my darts but no one wanted to play. The only time the dart boards were used was on league play nights and that was for team members only.
My work moved a little farther south and west, and it became closer to go to Kingsville to do my shopping. I had worked in that area before, years ago, and it had been a pretty good party town. Now all the bars have been converted to game rooms and the few remaining bars just weren’t my cup of tea. You had your choice of pool or karaoke but no darts. Almost all of them were either all college kids or Mexicans. Don’t get me wrong, I get along with both groups, but I feel out of place.
About six months ago, I was having supper at one of the local restaurants and overheard the couple at the next table talking about a bar over off the old highway. This rung a bell in my brain, as I remember a place I used to go to on that road. After supper, I decided to go check it out. In a nutshell, I found the place I was looking for.
They have a very mixed crowd, old, young and in the middle, College kids and Mexicans. There are two dartboards and someone is chunking darts nearly all the time. They are very friendly, outgoing people for the most part. They have karaoke two nights a week, a band on Saturday night, and four pool tables. All in all, they have something for everyone.
For me it was a slender little redhead, about forty-five years old by the name of Marcie. Cute, redheaded, and left handed, what’s there not to love. Well, it’s wishful thinking on my part; she’s got a boyfriend.
Oh well, that’s the story of my life. I could still look and lust, I could even talk to her, as she was very friendly and outgoing in a quiet shy way. She loved to play darts, although she wasn’t very good, so I got to spend a good deal of time with her.
Sundays and Mondays were usually the quiet nights. The bartender on those nights was a cute, very outgoing young girl by the name of Mary, who was attending the local college.
She was something of a wild child and picked at everyone in a playful manner. Most of all, she picked at me because I picked back. She was twenty-five and divorced, with a young son. She worked at the bar to supplement her grant. She was another of our dart players and another one that wasn’t very good at it. Darts, that is.
The lady that owned the place was my age, as was the head bartender. They along with their boyfriends all played darts and were very good. An older couple usually played whenever he was in town. Like me, he worked in the oil field and was gone a lot. They were both excellent players. Then there was the two cowboys from the King Ranch, they were very good players. A couple of young guys from the college were even better.
So on an average Sunday night, we had ten or eleven people shooting darts on the two boards. Marcie, Mary, and I ended up teamed with the best players as a handicap. I’m not very good at darts either. I just started shooting and I’ve only got one eye, so my depth perception leaves something to be desired.
It’s a challenge to me and I’m getting better as time goes by. Every so often, I get in a rhythm or lucky, whichever you prefer and I shot fairly well. It usually happens at around four beers and last till the sixth one. I’m trying to figure out how to stay in that zone.
*****
Last Sunday night it was raining like mad but I needed cigarettes and groceries, so I headed into town to shop. I stopped to eat supper, and then got my shopping done. The rain had slacked off for a while but now it was back with a vengeance. I decided to make a stop at the bar and have a beer or two, maybe the rain would quit before I had to head back to the rig.
The place was fairly empty; this was the least amount of people I had ever seen in here. A couple of guys playing pool, a young couple at the bar, Mary was bartending, Marcie was at the dart board shooting against the owner, the head bartender and their boyfriends.
“How are you doing tonight?” I asked Mary as she handed me a beer.
“Getting my ass kicked at darts, as usual.” She replied with a grin. “We need to start a poor players league, that way at least one of us would win every once in a while.”
I laughed and nodded, “Sounds good to me. Let’s see, that would be you, Marcie, and me. Damn, I might win a game.” I exclaimed.
Mary shook her head and replied, “Nope, me, and Marcie would kick your old ass.”
“Hey, watch the old cracks before I have to turn you across my knee.” I shot back at her.
“Promises, promises. All you ever give me are promises.” She said grinning.
When I sat my beer down and headed around the end of the bar, she laughed and said, “Get your ass out from back here before the owner lady throws you out and fires me.”
From the other end of the bar, I heard the owner say, “Throw him out hell, I’m going to hold your feet while he spanks your little hinny.”
I grinned at Mary and took another step toward her. She put up her hands and said, “Ok, ok. I take it back; you’re not that old. Anyway, I like older guys; they know the score on life.”
I laughed and shook my head as I headed back around the bar. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood tonight and feeling kindly towards little kids.”
The next thing I know, Mary is on my back with her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck. “Little kid, your ass. I’ll turn you across my knee and see how you like it.”
Mary is about five foot four and weights about one hundred pounds soaking wet. I just kept on walking; I paused to pick up my beer and dart case before continuing on to the dart corral.
“Hi Marcie, how are you doing tonight?” I asked as I opened my dart case.
She looked up at me and grinned, “I’m fine, but it looks as though you’ve got a monkey on your back.”
I heard the owner say, “Mary, quit bothering the customers.”
“Bother him hell, I’m going to kick his ass if I ever get him stopped and down to my level.” Mary replied.
“If you ever get me down on my knees, ass kicking won’t be what you’ll want me to do. I think there’ll be an L in one of those two words instead of a K.” I replied and everyone laughed.
“Damn.” Mary said as she climbed down off my back. “You know me to well.”
I grinned down at her as I slipped an arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze. “You are so cute.” I said and paused before I added, “But I already have a puppy.”
She kicked me on the ankle with her tennis shoe and stuck out her tongue. “Hey, hey, don’t point that thing at me, it might be loaded, and I might like it.”
Mary chuckled and shook her head. “You are so full of shit your eyes are brown, but I love you anyway.”
“Ain’t that the truth?” Marcie chipped in with a laugh.
“Hey, I think I’ll go back home, I can tell when I’m not wanted.” I said, picking up my dart case.
“Don’t do that.” Marcie said with a grin. “Me and Mary, love you and anyway, you’re the only one around here we can beat at darts.”
“Well, I’m getting better at darts all the time, so it might not be much longer that you two can abuse me. As for you two loving me, in my dreams, and don’t I wish.” I said and chuckled.
“You need to quit dreaming and hand me a quarter, that is, if you’re going to play this next game.” The head bartender said with a grin. “As usual, I get you as a booby prize, I mean, partner.”
“You’re so good for my ego.” I said with a grin as I handed her a quarter.
*****
We played about a dozen games of cricket. The last game, I got in the groove and we won one. As everyone was packing up his or her darts, I said, “Dang, it’s just my luck, I finally get warmed up and everyone quits.”
“Yeah, we’re lucky.” The owner replied and then laughed. “We’ve been here all day and you get here late, so who’s fault is it?”
“I can’t help it that I’ve got to take care of business, before I can come over here and let you all abuse me.” I said with a pout on my face.
Marcie laughed and said, “Okay, give me a few minutes to pee and freshen up and I’ll abuse you some more.”
“Promises, promises.” I shot back.
“Count me in.” Mary said. “I need to take care of business before the boss fires me and then I’ll abuse you too. If you’ll take the trash cans out, you’ll get a free beer, and I’ll be finished faster.” She added, looking at me.
“Hmmmm, first she abuses me and then she puts me to work. Damn, sounds like my last marriage.” I said as I followed Mary behind the bar.
The owner laughed and said, “Just think of it as being part of the family.”
She looked around at the empty bar and turned to Mary. “If this place stays this dead, close up whenever you three get tired of playing darts. I open up in the morning and it’s time to clean the beer boxes so don’t worry about restocking them.”
Looking back at me she grinned and said, “And you behave, I ain’t sure if I should leave these two women here alone with you or not.”
“Hey, they’re as safe around me, as they want to be, I’m a gentleman after all.” I told her.
She laughed and replied, “I know, that’s what I’m afraid of.” She chuckled and shook her head, “Okay, you three play nice and we’ll see you all later.”
*****
They left and I carried the trashcans out. When I finished, I went to the men’s room to pee and to wash my hands; those trashcans needed cleaning bad.
When I came out of the restroom, Mary said, “Go ahead and lock that side door.”
I locked the door and walked over to where Marcie was sitting at the dart corral. “Is your boyfriend working tonight?” I asked as I sat down on a stool.
She looked at me for a few seconds before she replied. “He and I split up last night. He decided that he was tired of being tied down. That’ll teach me to mess with a guy ten years younger than me.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, breaking up is always a hard thing.” I said softly. “I have to say that he’s crazy, you’re a great lady, and he won’t find one better, anywhere.”
She smiled and replied, “Thank you, that’s sweet of you to say. This has been coming on for a few months now, so I’ve had time to adjust and I agree, it’s his lose. I tried my best to make it work and that’s all I can do. I wasn’t looking for anyone when I met him and I’ll go back to not looking now that he’s gone. Life goes on, no matter.”
Mary walked up and said, “Ain’t that the truth. After my old man ran off, it took me a long time to figure that out. When I did, I took charge of my life and decide to improve it.”
She paused and looked around at the bar. “You know, I ain’t sure this is much of an improvement but then again I could be doing worse.”
Marcie chuckled and put her arm around Mary. “From what you’ve told me of your marriage, this is a major improvement, even at its worst.”
Mary laughed and nodded her head. “Ain’t that the truth? Now, if I could just find that right someone to scratch this itch that’s been building since the old man left, I’d be a happy camper.”
I grinned and stuck my hand up in the air. “Pick me, pick me!” I said as I jumped up and down.
Both women laughed but Mary shook her head. “Well, you can’t say that I didn’t offer.” I added with a big sigh.
Mary grinned, slipped her arm around my waist, and hugged me. “I’ll keep that offer in mind, if something better doesn’t come along pretty soon.”
Marcie looked me up and down and said softly, “You could do a lot worse than him. He ain’t a bad looking guy for his age and he’s in fairly good shape. He’s gentle, kind, and funny.”
Mary laughed and asked Marcie, “Who are you trying to talk into go out with him, you or me?”
Marcie chuckled and said, “I’m not looking, remember.”
“Uh huh.” Mary shot back with a chuckle of her own.
“I think I’ll wander over to the dart board and stick some quarters in it. A game of cricket should change the subject to something safer. At least my heart rate should go down. My hand will still be shaking but I won’t die of a heart attack.” I said as I walked to the dartboard.
Mary laughed and Marcie grinned before she said, “I think we should have saved that exchange for the restroom, Mary. I think we got his hopes up too high. Like either one of us would go out with a guy who can’t beat us at darts.”
“You got that right.” Mary replied.
“Oh!” I said, turning towards the women. “Would you care to make a wager on that?”
“You’re talking to the wrong person; I’m to broke to pay attention.” Mary replied.
“There are other things to play for besides money.” I said with a leering grin.
Marcie laughed and said, “Yeah, or we could play strip darts.”
Mary looked at Marcie for a second and then looked at me. “Okay.” She said with a grin of her own.
“Hey, wait a minute, I was joking.” Marcie said quickly.
“Chicken!” Mary said and then laughed.
I set up three games of cricket and then walked over to where the two women were sitting, looking at each other. Jokingly, I said, “Not counting my watch and bracelet, I only have four things to lose, my shoes, my pants, and my shirt. What have you got on Mary?”
Mary grinned at me and said, “Tennis shoes, shorts and blouse, then we’re even because that’s all I have on.”
“You guys are crazy.” Marcie said and laughed.
“Well, what have you got on? We’re always talking about how we wished we could win a game or two at darts. Let’s make it interesting; one of us has to win. I’ll turn off the outside lights and lock the door; we’ll have our own little dart tournament. Winner takes all.” Mary said and laughed.
Marcie looked at Mary for a long moment and then glanced at me; we were both grinning. “You two are serious, aren’t you?”
I laughed and shook my head. “I’m just yanking your chain.” I said and chuckled.
Mary looked at me sharply and asked, “Oh, so you’re afraid you’re going to lose are you?”
“Not me.” I said and laughed. “I was just getting warmed up when we quit playing earlier. There’s no way either of you can beat me.”
Mary started to say something but Marcie stood up, slipped off her shoes, and cut her off. “Okay, smartass. I’ve got on shorts, panties, a bra, and a blouse, so we’re all even at four articles of clothing each.”
Mary laughed and said, “I think he let his alligator mouth overload his hummingbird ass.” She grinned at Marcie and added, “We need to strip him down to his birthday suit, don’t you think?”
Marcie grinned and nodded. “That’s the plan.” Looking over at me she asked, “Well, what are the rules?”
“Hell, don’t ask me; you’re the one who brought it up. I thought you knew how it was played.” I replied
“We play as we normally do, but second place takes off one article of their clothes and third place, takes off two articles.” Mary said with a giggle. “That way, you two will be naked and I’ll have all my clothes on.”
I laughed and said; “I think you’re counting your roosters before the chicken even lays an egg.”
“We’ll see.” She replied with a laugh. “Who goes first?”
“You two decide; ladies first is my rule in all things.” I said with a laugh.
*****
That first game was close, my hand was shaking though out the whole game but I won it on points, with Mary second and Marcie last. The girls groaned as I hit a double fifteen and the lights flashed. I did a little dance, turned around, and bowed deeply. Mary laughed and Marcie had a slight frown on her face.
“Okay, pay up.” I said with a big grin.
Marcie looked at Mary and asked, “Do you think he’s been sandbagging all this time just to set this up”
Mary grinned and shook her head. “Nope, he ain’t that smart. He just got lucky; we can beat his pants off, if we put our minds to it.”
“Okay, ladies, I was going to be nice and let this game slide but now you’re trying to slander my good name.” I said softly and then laughed. “Let’s forget this silly strip thing and just play some more darts.” I turned to set up the next game.
When I turned back, Mary had her tee shirt off, her smallish breasts bared to my eyes. Her nipples were standing out like the ends of my little fingers and a half an inch long. I had expected her to take off her shoe. Marcie had her shirt and her bra off, her cone shaped breasts standing tall and proud. She had soft looking, peaked auroras under her hard nipples.
I took a deep shuddering breath and whispered, “Wow! Talk about making a guys hand shake and his mouth water. I have a feeling I’ve won my last game with those beautiful distractions on display.”
Mary grinned and replied, “Exactly our plan.” Looking over at Marcie she said, “Go get him girl, you’re first this round.’
Marcie stood up, walked up to the line, started to throw, and then she stepped back and chuckled. “Damn, why is my hand shaking?” she looked at Mary and said, “Get us another beer apiece; topless darts is making me thirsty among other things. Anyway, it might calm my hand down.”
Mary did as she asked, as Marcie sat back down on her stool and glanced over at me. “Yeah, I know. This was my idea.”
When I chuckled and nodded, she went on, “I’m going to learn to keep my mouth shut one of these days.” I laughed and nodded.
“If you did, look at all the fun you’d miss.” Mary said from behind the bar. “I doubt that this is the first game of strip darts ever played, but it’s my first, and I like trying new things. Let’s just have fun and enjoy ourselves. If we end up naked then so be it, we’ll give it our best shot.”
“The shot ain’t what worries me; it’s the free show we’re giving him.” Marcie shot back with a chuckle.
I laughed and said, “Hey, all donations are appreciated by this dirty old man, believe me.”
Mary laughed and Marcie chuckled. “Just as long as you can keep your big mouth shut; that’s all I ask.” Marcie said softly.
“You could always stick something in it.” Mary said handing us each a beer. “I would but I ain’t got enough to shut up a mouse, much less a big mouth.”
“Hey, they’re cute and I like them.” I said with a leering grin. I glanced at Marcie’s tits and added, “I like your puffy ones too.”
I looked back and forth for a second and added, “Decisions, decisions. Damn, it’s hard to make up my mind among other things.” As I stressed the word hard, both girls glanced at the front of my levies, which made me laugh.
They looked at each other and Mary said, “Let’s beat him and find out just what he’s bragging about.” Marcie nodded and moved to the line to shoot.
*****
Marcie won, I finished second, and Mary was last. I unbuttoned my shirt as Marcie did a little dance. Mary stepped out of her shoes and grinned at me as I slipped the shirt off.
“Hey, not to bad for an old fart.” Mary said and laughed.
I laughed with her as I struck a pose and sucked in my stomach, standing up straight, flexing my muscles. I still work out some, not nearly enough, but enough to keep a fair muscle tone. My stomach could definitely use some hard work, but at my age, why.
I glanced over to Marcie; she had sat down on her stool and had her beer halfway to her mouth, which was open slightly. She just sat there frozen for a moment, staring at me.
She only moved when Mary chuckled and said, “Hey, girlfriend, you look like you ain’t seen a chest before. I know that ex of yours had one and not a bad one either.”
Marcie glanced at Mary and then looked back at me. “Yeah, he did but it was slick, with no hair on it.” She said softly, more to herself than to Mary or me.
“Damn girl, you keep looking at me like that and I’m going to blush.” I said jokingly.
She grinned and then chuckled. “I’m the one that should be blushing. Actually, I should slap my own face for what I’m thinking.” She said with a side look at Mary.
Mary shrugged and said, “I think we are all thinking some crazy things, one way, or another.”
Looking at me she said, “Put some damn quarters in that board before she starts drooling.”
“I ain’t drooling.” Marcie said quickly and then added, “Well, not yet anyway.”
When I had the game set up, she said to Mary, “Okay, girlfriend, it’s your turn to win.”
*****
She did, with Marcie second and me last. I slipped my moccasins off and looked questioningly at Marcie, wondering if she had the nerve to take the shorts off. With a grin, she stood up and slowly unzipped the shorts. Then she turned her back to me and slipped them down off her hips. At first I though she didn’t have panties on and then I realized that she was wearing a white thong. I whistled softly as her fantastic ass came into view.
I heard Mary whisper, “Damn!” under her breath.
Marcie glanced at us over her shoulder and grinned as she bent to take the shorts off. She stood up and folded the shorts, laying them on the rail with her blouse. My eyes were wandering over her body and as she turned around, I blew out a soft breath.
Now it was my turn to whisper, “Damn!”
Marcie may be forty-five but she has the body of a woman much younger than that. My eyes settled on the tiny triangle of white clothe covering her sex. There were a few tufts of red hair at the top edge and nothing else showing. I could make out the swell of her mound underneath and the plump outline of her outer lips. My eyes wandered on down to her legs and then started the journey upward. By the time my eyes reached her face, I could feel my manhood straining at the front of my levies.
I glanced over at Mary as she said softly, “Now I know who I want to be when I grow up.” She licked her lips and went on, “Girl, you are built like a little brick outhouse. I never realized that you were hiding that under those sloppy clothes of yours.”
“I’ll second that.” I said as my eyes traveled back down along her sexy body. “If I died right this minute, I’d die a happy, happy man.”
Marcie grinned as her eyes dropped to the front of my levies. “I can see that from here.” She said and then chuckled.
Mary grinned and said, “If I had one, it’d be in the same shape believe me. My panties would be wet if I were wearing any. As it is, I’m making a mess in these shorts.”
Marcie looked at her sharply and then grinned. “I think I’ll just take that as the compliment it was intended to be.” She said as she climbed up, sat down on her stool, and crossed her legs.
Mary and I both watched her and then we glanced at each other and grinned. “I’m not sure which of us is drooling more. My gate hasn’t ever swung that way but if there was ever anyone who might make it….” Mary whispered softly and then let the sentence tail off to silence.
I nodded slowly and said, “You’ll have to get in line behind me. Unless you want to start on one side and I’ll meet you in the middle.” I ended with a laugh.
“Don’t tempt me, I’m already tempted enough.” Mary whispered back.
Marcie looked from one of us to the other and back, several times as we talked. When we finished she took a deep shivering breath and asked, “Is it warm in here or is it just me.” Mary and I laughed. “Okay, you guys need to cool it; I’m feeling like a steak dinner at the overeater’s anonymous club.”
I glanced at Mary and whispered a question, “T-bone, or top sirloin?”
She licked her lips and replied, “You’re the one with the bone so it must be sirloin.” I had to laugh at that.
Marcie looked at me and said, “Get the next game started, will you. I’m starting to get a puddle under me on this stool from you two looking at me.”
“I’d offer to clean it up but I’d end up bumping heads with Mary.” I said with a grin as I headed for the dart machine.
“No kidding!” Mary said with a leering grin.
I got the game set up and turned to say, “Well, this is for the whole enchilada. We’ve each got one article of clothing left, although that thong would have to be stretched to be call anything close to clothing.”
Marcie and Mary both looked at my crotch as Mary said, “Look whose talking about stretching clothing.”
Marcie laughed and Mary just grinned evilly. “Be careful, I might find something for you to stretch when those pants come off.”
“Promises, promises.” I said with an evil grin of my own. “Okay, I’m first, so let’s get this show on the road.” I added, picking up my darts.
*****
The game got started slowly, as none of us made a mark in the first two rounds. Marcie looked at each of us and grinned. “Okay Mary, we can use another beer all around. I think we’re more worried about losing than we are winning. A little liquid courage might help.” She ended with a husky chuckle.
Mary laughed as she walked toward the bar. “I don’t think double shots of tequila would help us. My mind is on a lot of things, but darts really ain’t one of them, right now.” She said as she got the three beers.
Marcie glanced at me and nodded her head slowly as she replied, “I know what you mean.”
Mary came back and handed each of us a fresh beer. “Okay.” She said raising her bottle. “Here’s to friends and sexy dart games. I know I’ll never play another one, without grinning at the start of it. This will be a memory for a long time.” We clinked bottles and turned them up, each of us taking a long pull on the beer.
I looked from one of them to the other and grinned as I picked up my darts. I took the line and threw a double twenty. I glanced around at them and then threw a twenty and a triple eighteen. I had closed out both the top numbers. These were both the girl’s hardest numbers. Being short could be a great disadvantage.
I blew out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding and said, “Well, I broke the ice.”
“There I go with my bright ideas again.” Marcie whispered as she got off her stool and moved to the line.
My eyes were locked on her bare butt the whole time she was throwing. She closed the eighteens and made one twenty. After she retrieved her darts, she did a little dance as she came back to stand next to me, as Mary moved to the line.
Mary looked over at us and grinned. “I think I’ll just take the shorts off now and save the agony.”
Marcie grinned and said, “Oh, you’re going to quit after you talked me into doing this. That will put you in third place and you have only one article of clothing. What are you going to do for the second part of your loss?”
Mary looked at her hard as she replied, “Uh, I hadn’t thought about that.” She thought a moment and then said, “It looks like we’re all playing for first or second. Third is going to suck.”
Then she realized what she had said and whispered, “I didn’t really say that, did I?” Marcie and I both laughed.
“What if I win?” Marcie asked softly.
Mary looked at her a second with a funny expression and then she turned to the board and took a deep breath. “I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it, one way, or the other.” She whispered so softly, I wasn’t sure if I had heard her right.
She took another deep breath and shot two twenties and an eighteen. She retrieved her darts, walked straight over to Marcie, and kissed her softly on the lips. Marcie was so shocked, she didn’t move.
Mary broke the kiss and whispered, “There, now I’ve got that out of the way.” She looked over at me and said, “Your shot.” Then she went and sat down on a stool.
*****
That kiss had messed everyone up and from then on, it was a matter of luck, who got what. For some reason, I found myself trying to lose during the last few rounds. As it was, it didn’t matter. Somehow, I’d left the double bulls on and Marcie made one. She was ahead of Mary by twelve points and I was a couple of points back in last. I don’t think any of us realized that the game was over until Marcie started to do a little dance.
Suddenly, she stopped and leered at us, saying, “Drop them losers, drop them.”
I looked over at Mary and grinned. “Don’t you just hate a bad winner?” I asked as I unsnapped my jeans.
Mary unsnapped her shorts and grinned back at me. “Yeah, but I ended up second. That makes you the double loser.”
Then she slipped the shorts down over her hips and dropped them to the floor. Stepping to the side she took one foot out of them and then kicked them at Marcie with the other foot.
Marcie caught them with a chuckle as Mary said, “Here, you go.”
Mary half naked was a sight to behold but completely nude she was a work of art. A narrow waist and flat stomach, led to rounded hips and a nice high heart shaped ass. When she turned to look at me, I could see that her sex and mound were completely bare, and her sex was small and low down between her thighs.
“Your turn loser.” She said softly, her eyes dropping to the front of my levies, where I held them closed.
“Yeah, come on; show us what you’ve got.” Marcie said with a chuckle.
I laughed, turned around, and then I lowered the jeans slowly. When they were below my ass, Mary whistled and said, “Hey, nice ass; a little hairy for my taste but….”
Marcie hadn’t said anything, so I glanced over my shoulder at her. She was staring at my back and ass, her mouth slightly open. As I dropped the jeans to the floor and used my feet to get out of them, her eyes ran up and down, from my calves to my shoulders and back.
When I had the jeans off, Mary grinned and said, “Okay, now we need to see the flip side, right Marcie?” Marcie nodded and glanced over at Mary, and then her eyes returned to me, as she leaned against the rail around the dart area.
When I turned around, Mary’s grin faded for a second and she gave out with a low wolf whistle. Marcie whispered, “Oh, shit.” Her eyes locked on my ridged manhood as it stood up against my lower belly.
“Talk about scratching an itch.” Mary whispered. “In places I’ve never felt before, probably.”
“Uh huh.” Marcie muttered with a nod.
My dick is a little short of eight inches but its thick, which makes it look bigger than it is. It’s almost two inches across under the head and closer to three at the base. I keep my shaft and balls shaved which only adds to the effect.
Mary glanced over at Marcie and asked, “Heads or tails? Which end do you want to start on?”
Marcie stood up and slowly wiggled out of the g-sting she was wearing. As the small flame red, patch of hair on her mound came into view; I licked my lips and whispered, “I know which one I’d vote on.”
As her bare smooth pussy came into view, I licked my lips again. Her slit was longer than Mary’s but just as low slung. It was open enough to let her thin pearly pink inner lips peek out.
“Damn.” I whispered.
“Uh huh.” Mary whispered back.
“I’m more worried about where and not what.” Marcie said looking around the club.
Being the smartass that I am, I said, “Well, you’ve got your choice. The pool tables, the stage, or the top of the bar, if you’re feeling dangerous.”
Mary chipped in, “There’s an old blanket in the office. I’ll go get it.” She took a couple of quick steps and looked back at us.
“You two will wait for me, right?”
“Sure girlfriend.” Marcie said and grinned as she took a step and then two toward me. “But you’d better hurry that cute little ass of your up. I’m going to check out this fuzzy old teddy bear and then I’m going to get me some, one way or the other. Suddenly, I’m a starving woman.” Mary grinned at me and took off at a dead run.
Marcie walked up to me and smiled shyly as she ran her hands over the hair on my belly and chest. After a moment, she whispered, “Just right, not to furry but nice and fuzzy.” Her hands dropped and she wrapped the fingers of both hands around my manhood. The head was still showing past the end of her hands.
“Oh yes.” She whispered more to herself than to me.
I reached out and brushed the backs of my fingers over her rock hard nipples, feeling the puffy areas underneath give and flex as each finger passed over. She closed her eyes and bit on her lower lip, a soft murmur of pleasure sounding in her throat. I brushed them back the other way and felt her hands tighten around my hard shaft.
Mary returned at a run with the blanket in her arms. Seeing where Marcie had her hands, she grinned and said, “I guess that leaves me with heads. I just hope you can breathe through your ears because I’m going to drowned you.”
Mary moved across the dance floor to the stage and hurriedly spread out the blanket. Marcie watched her head that way and started backing up, pulling me along by my handle as she did.
When we reached the stage, Mary had turned on a couple of lights and said, “Okay buster, up here and lay down. We’re going to strap something on you, Ajax won’t wash off.”
With a grin, I climbed up on the stage and did as I was told. Marcie had to let go of me so she could get up here with us. Mary walked over to straddle my head and Marcie joined her, only she was straddling my hips. They stood there a moment looking down at me and then they both grinned as they went down to their knees.
“I can’t believe I’m even considering this, much less going to do it.” I heard Marcie say as Mary slowly lowered her sex toward my waiting mouth.
“I hear you girlfriend but damn, a girls got to take care of business, you know. This is just too good to pass up.” Mary whispered back.
Mary’s sex got in range of my tongue just about the same time as Marcie sat her hot box against my shaft. My tongue speared into Mary as a groan escaped my throat. She groaned right along with me. Marcie moved her hips experimentally for a second and then she let out a groan of her own.
“Damn, this thing is going to hurt me just riding it this way.” Marcie whispered as she moved her hips back and forth, her slick juices acting as a lube, letting her move easier along my length.
My mouth was full and Mary was moaning softly from my tongue working in and out of her hot sweet pussy. Damn, she tasted good. Her clit was right above her opening, making it easy to take a swipe at it ever so often, which brought the moan up in volume each time I did.
Marcie slowed her rocking and rose up, reached down and lifted my shaft up. She fitted it to her hot velvety opening and then tried to sit down on it. The wide flared head pressed against her opening for a moment and then popped through. She gave a soft groaning yell as about half my shaft sank into her. She froze as a shivering shudder ran up and down her body.
“Oh shit!” She said after a second or two.
Mary had raised her hips and I looked up to see her sucking on Marcie’s, right breast. Marcie had her hands on her head pulling Mary’s mouth tighter to her. I could feel Marcie’s legs trembling on each side of me as she slowly lowered herself even farther down on me.
She let out a loud yell suddenly, her hips flexing and bucking as she came long and hard. I could feel a hot flood washing along my shaft from the head down as her inner muscles tried to crush me one minute and sent fluttery caress along my hard dick the next.
I reached up, pulled Mary’s hips back down, and buried my tongue in her sweetness as deep as I could, my lower lip moving against her clit as I wiggled my tongue. It was only a moment before she groaned deeply and started to rock her hips against my face. A few minutes later, I was rewarded with a hot drink of her sweet nectar. Her hips jerking in little short fits and starts.
Marcie was by now fully seated on my hips, her heat throbbing and pulsing around my manhood. Mary suddenly lifted her hips and twisted sideways as she rolled off me. She lay down on the blanket next to me, breathing hard and fast.
After a moment she whispered, “Oh shit, I thought the top of my head was going to blow off.”
Marcie groaned deeply and then said, “I’m about to die just sitting here. I know I will if I move.” She placed her hands on my chest and leaned slowly forward with another loud groan.
Mary looked up at her and grinned. “Wait until that tongue gets to stirring your little honey pot, you’ll feel the same way. God, it isn’t long but it’s so strong and wide. Between it and his chin ribbing my clit, all I can say is wow.”
Marcie lifted her hips a little and settled back on my lap, a loud groan coming from her chest. The second time she did that she froze as she came with a loud yell and another river flowing along my shaft and down onto my balls. She sat frozen for a couple of minutes before she could speak.
“After the last couple of years with my ex, sitting on this thing is like having a baseball bat shoved up my pussy. I’m not even sure I can get off of here, my legs won’t work right.”
Mary chuckled and whispered, “I told you that thing would reach some spots we didn’t know we had.” After a moment, she giggled and added, “I can’t wait to try it.”
Marcie started to laugh and ended up groaning and lying down on my chest, gasping for breath. After a moment I asked, “Are you alright?”
She nodded her head on my chest quickly and said, “Hell no, I’m about to come to fucking death.” Then she giggled and groaned.
After a minute or so, she whispered, “Get me off here please.”
I grinned as I rolled onto my side, taking her with me. When I had her on her back, she lifted her legs and locked them around my hips. She had been groaning all the time we were moving.
Now she yelled, “Don’t move, please don’t move.”
I held still as I replied, “I can’t you’re holding on to tightly.”
She groaned again and said, “An old woman shouldn’t do things like this.”
“You’re nowhere near old yet.” I told her.
Mary turned around and stroked Marcie’s hair as she said, “Just relax, shut your eyes, and take a couple of deep breaths.”
Marcie did as she was told and then she slowly relaxed. A couple of minutes later, she relaxed her grip with her legs and slowly lowered her feet to the floor. I lay still for a minute or so longer and then I lifted my hips slowly, removing myself from her tight hot wetness in one long pull.
She yelled and tried to follow me upward until I came free and then she dropped her hips, her knees spreading widely. She lay there like she was dead for several minutes; the only sigh that she was alive was her fast rapid breathing.
I glanced a Mary with a worried look on my face and she grinned at me. “Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. She just bit off more than she could swallow.”
I looked back at Marcie to see her eyes flutter open. She slowly focused on my face and then she got a crooked grin on her face and closed her eyes again. I was fixing to ask if she was alright about the time she said, “Remind me to take it slower the next time we try this and there will be a next time, believe me.”
With a grin I asked, “When?”
Her eyes flew open and she chuckled, “Probably next week, as I’m going to sleep for that long, I’m one tired puppy.” She said and then closed her eyes. “You guys carry on without me, I’m just going to lay here and rest or sleep or something. Wake me when we get ready to go home.”
I chuckled and kissed her softly on the lips. She kissed me back. With a big grin, Mary leaned over and kissed her to. Marcie’s eyes flew open but she kissed Mary as she had me.
“Girlfriend, I’m starting to like that, so I’d be careful if I was you.” Marcie said as she closed her eyes once more.
“I was thinking the same thing.” Mary said softly. Then she turned to me and grinned as she said, “My turn now.”
I grinned and replied, “How am I going to explain to the cops, when I have to carry two dead asleep women out of here after while.”
“We’ll worry about that when it happens.” She said as she turned around on her hands and knees. When she had her cute heart shaped ass pointed at me she grinned over her shoulder and whispered, “Here it is, come and get it.” Then she wiggled her hips from side to side.
Not needing a second invitation, I moved over behind her and rubbed my still hard shaft along her short sex. She was as wet as Marcie had been and I was coated with her juices. I centered the head on Mary’s vagina and pressed forward. To my surprise, I slowly sank in to the hilt. Mary moaned and whimpered softly as I did.
When my hips touched her ass cheeks she shivered and sighed deeply. “Oh yes that’s the spot that itched so badly. Now scratch it as hard and as fast as you can.”
I grabbed her hips and got a good hold as I pulled most of the way out and then I rammed it home, smacking my hips against her ass with a loud slap.
“Oh hell yes!” She said loudly.
She lowered her shoulders and laid her head on her arms as I pulled out and did it again. “Faster.” She yelled and I started to hammer into her as hard and as fast as I could.
She let out a loud incoherent grunt each time my hips slapped her ass. A dozen strokes later the grunt was a growing whine that started deep in her chest and was building quickly. As I felt my own orgasm growing, she started to flex her hips.
Suddenly she gave a yell and came up on all fours, slamming back against me on each stroke. Four or five strokes more and my climax rolled over me and I came with a long hard gush of my own, followed closely by one from her. Her head came back as she arched her back, and she bucked her hips hard against me. Her inside were alternately squeezing and moving in a pulsing wave along my shaft.
Slowly she sank down to lie flat, pulling me down with her. We lay this way for a few minutes and then she sighed deeply and whispered, “Now you have two women that want a return engagement, only next time, let’s find a nice soft bed, this stage is killing my knees.”
I heard a chuckle from Marcie. “I’ll second the soft bed, my back is killing me. My pussy feels great but my back is hurting.”
“Well, I give back rubs too.” I said softly.
Both Mary and Marcie laughed at that. “How did I know he was going to say that?” Mary said a moment later.
“The same way I did, girlfriend. He’s a man of many talents as I’m learning. A bad dart player but what the heck, we can live with that.” Marcie said and then she groaned as she sat up. “Come on kiddies, let’s blow this pop stand. I have a nice big bed at my house and there’s no one there.”
“You’ll have to wait a minute; I have this problem. This big lug is laying on me and still buried in my little putty cat. Actually, I think my little pussy doesn’t want to let him go. It hasn’t had this much meat in a very long time.” Mary said and then wiggled her ass from side to side.
Marcie grinned at her and said, “Mine ain’t never had anything like that and it tried to bite the whole thing off.”
“Tell me about it.” I said with a chuckle, which made Mary groan.
“Damn, don’t do that. My clit is trapped against your shaft and even semi hard your moving rubs it. I’m going to come one more time when you pull out, I know I am.” Mary whispered softly. She did to.
*****
By the time we got dressed, it was nearly two. Mary chuckled and asked, “I wonder if I get paid for the full night.”
Marcie laughed and replied, “Greedy bitch.”
Mary laughed and asked, “And your point is?”
“Twenty,” I said as I tossed a dart at the board and scored a triple twenty.
Marcie looked at Mary and then said, “I dare you to do that again.”
I laughed and went to get my dart. “What? You think I’m crazy or something. It was pure luck.” I said with a great big grin they couldn’t see.