[MFF] The Ginger Unicorn Saga – Episode IV “A New Rope” – Part 2: The Going Out Part

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[[ NOTE: This is (probably?) a bit long. Sexy time starts about 2/3 down. ]]

===== The Ginger Unicorn Saga =====

——— Episode IV – A New Rope ———

Part 2 – The Going Out Part

By the time the afterglow had worn off, we had virtually guaranteed we would be fashionably late. No matter, we cleaned ourselves up, and while I steamed my pants and shirt I was treated to a private fashion show. Claire was going into her closet and dressers, pulling out bustiers, bras, garter belts, skirts and dresses, all for Ella to try on. Because of the difference in breast size, most of the outfits caused her plush pillows to overflow their confines, pushing them straight up. She looked like an anime version of a Victorian princes. She would look down, giggle adorably, and bounce up and down until she caused a complete wardrobe malfunction.

Occasionally Ella would look over at me, who was obviously staring at her luscious curves and not my crinkled wardrobe. I was awkwardly grinning like a dopey perv, and she warmly smiled back, making me feel totally welcome to take in her body as I pleased. As Claire kept moving to get more clothes from her closet, I would grab her bare bum and kiss her on the lips. She was smiling broadly, still in the clouds from four orgasms at the hands (and tongue) of our large-breasted ginger. We watched our girl try on outfits and complimented her many curves and the softness of her skin. “Sun-kissed” doesn’t even do it justice. The contrast of porcelain skin and deep ginger freckles on her back is worthy of rhyme and possibly song. Rock opera would probably cover it. Five acts.

Eventually, after many different options were tried, Ella settled on a red bustier that made her huge boobs rise up out of the top of the lace, her ample cleavage pointed up to the heavens. She wore a black pinstriped skirt that came down just above her knees and kind of flared at the end. I warned her that she should be careful bending over in that skirt. She responded by playfully bending over, giving me a perfect view of her ass when I tilted my head slightly. Of course, I bent down like the dog I am and got a spectacular view of her simp-tastic pussy, still with visible signs of sex. It was puffy, blushed, and glistening with (mostly) her juices. I regrettably informed her (after a long, long pause) that I could see everything.

“I guess I’ll have to wear panties then!” she said, knowing that I much prefer the easy access of a lass with no underwear. I told her that I actually preferred it if the girl starts out the night with panties, but slips them into my pocket at some point during the evening.

“I’ll have to remember that” she said with a smile and a wink. And up goes the cock. I watched her put on a black lace thong as I tried to figure out how to actually remove the wrinkles from my clothes. Her underwear was fairly light and frilly, and covered just enough of her bum to be called underwear. The inner seam was maybe an inch at the bottom and three inches at the elastic. As she adjusted them around her puffy lips I thought about how much semen I had pumped into her loins not 20 minutes ago. I pictured it still trickling out of her moist slit. Those panties were likely going to end up dampened with a mix of our bodily fluids and that though made me get fully hard again as I fumbled with the steamer. For some reason around these two girls I basically am a 15 year-old again. I awkwardly tried to hold polite semi-drunk conversation while also steaming my clothes and ogling these two gorgeous females.

Claire tried to be more decisive in her approach, but still ended up changing her outfit a few times. She wound up in a black busier and knee-length skirt that just oozed “Why yes, I do fuck like a machine”. No panties, as always. It gave such unbridled joy to know that I was scarcely ever more than a layer of fabric from the smooth delicate folds of her pussy. Every time I think about her bare pussy when she’s in reach—which is all the time—I have to slide a finger over her clit or play with her lips. By now I was rock hard but given the time I decided to focus on getting dressed myself. In the spirit of debauchery I opted to go commando myself, wearing only a button up shirt, dress pants, and socks. Dress socks.

We finally headed downstairs and continued to drink. The girls finished the make-up they had started almost two hours and half a dozen orgasms ago. I sat down on the couch and went through the weird ritual of shining my shoes just like my father. My dad never had a view like this! We were all sexually satisfied for the moment, and as we waited for the cab to show up we had a few quiet moments where we just looked at each other and chuckled at our good sexual fortunes. We relished in each other’s company, but I think we were silently rallying for what was to come.

Ella put on some black high heels that made her almost as tall as me. She put her arm around me and for a second I felt like I was going with her to Prom. She could easily pass as a high-school senior even with her huge chest. Claire’s diminutive frame meant even in her tallest leopard print heels she was still sweetly petite. I always felt like I was taking her to a party, where I would put my penis inside her. I reached back and brushed my fingers over her pussy and her eyes widened with arousal. She smiled broadly and kissed me lovingly. I put on my shoes and stood on the landing next to Ella. She hadn’t put on a coat, and her heaving bosom was only inches from my face. (Personal note: I think if you stare long enough you can find constellations in the freckles.)

“No coat?” I asked. “It’s gonna be cold outside.”

“I’ll be alright” she replied, brazenly, rocking back and forth on her hips and shaking her breasts playfully. I admired her cockiness, and I cupped her bottom beneath her short skirt. Her barely covered ass was about 2 inches below the hem, so any movement at all would give anyone behind her a delicious treat. I gave her a good squeeze as we kissed deeply. Our tongues danced for a few seconds and I ran my other hand down the grand canyon between her pushed up tits. The thin fabric of my pants stretched as my cock hardened, and I felt a hand caress me. I couldn’t tell if it was Ella or Claire’s, and that made me almost fully erect. Just then, the taxi pulled up to take us to the ball. Timing is everything in life.

As I climbed into the front seat of the sedan, the driver adjusted the mirror to see my female companions. I saw his eyes bulge. The sight of two busty ladies in basically lingerie caused him to sit up and take notice. As we drove to the venue I took great pleasure in watching him steal glances of the treasures in the back seat. I overly stared. From the passenger seat I could reach back and caress Ella’s smooth white thighs. As I let my hand move toward her crotch she gently parted her legs, letting me run my hand up her warm and very damp crotch. She cooed softly and smiled at Claire. It had already been a fun night, and we weren’t even close to done.

We arrived at the club and I opened the door for Claire, who was radiating beauty. Whether it was the make-up, the orgasms or the evening, she was almost glowing. I held her close and kissed her softly, and she smiled back with a look that told me to enjoy myself and have fun. In a few moments we were standing in line at the bar, taking in the whole experience. All of my senses were on overdrive and I was still buzzing from earlier. I tried to take a good mental picture, so hopefully this is the last thing I remember before I die.

Every gender, every fetish, every type of sexuality was represented. There was an almost Russ Meyer-level of half-naked girls. Big girls. There was an area next to the dance floor about the same size reserved for demonstrations of rope bondage. Alcohol didn’t interest Ella as much as getting tied up, which is a quality I admire in her greatly. I watched her bounce away, her skirt hem lifting just enough for me to almost see the bottom curves of her ass. I thought this might just be the kind of place where I could crawl over on my hands and knees toward her, barking and salivating. Thankfully, the bartender distracted me with decent scotch. Claire ordered wine and we toasted, kissed, and bum grabbed. I put my arm around her and we walked around leisurely, enjoying each other’s company as always.

When we got around to the rope bondage area, Ella had her back turned to us and was talking to someone. When she saw us approach she turned and introduced us to her friend Johanna. She was a short, curvy brunette with a cute face, and a very nice smile. Did I mention her huge tits were just hanging out? Yup, all tied up in rope and everything. I’m always nervous about first impressions but I have to say this was very relaxing for some reason! Her breasts must have been into the F-G range, not quite Ella’s caliber but still phenomenal boobs with nice dark nipples.

Not that I noticed. Because when you meet someone you look them in the EYES. (I’m a horrible person) I think she was mildly embarrassed about it so I tried to play it off like I didn’t notice she had about 60 feet of rope suspending her tits in front of her. I could see flushing in her cheeks and chest but also a look of joy and arousal. She was definitely enjoying this. Johanna went to be released from her braided restraints and the three of us hit up the dance floor. Ella danced gayly, making her breasts quake perilously atop her too-small bustier. As I waited for what I hoped would be the first of many wardrobe malfunctions, I massaged Claire’s ass and felt myself grow three sizes, plus two.

To be clear: I don’t dance well. I really don’t. It’s like a seizure had a baby with social anxiety. Even with several drinks in me I find it hard to produce any kind of movements that don’t resemble a cat caught in a dishwasher. Tonight was absolutely no exception. With the added array of distractions I probably just slowly gyrated and wiggled my arms as best I could. I was mostly watching my two beautiful ladies enjoy themselves. They looked good enough to eat. I kept pawing at Claire’s ass and breasts while we both watched Ella’s assets bounce gloriously. I was already thinking of positions and arrangements for when we got home.

We went between the bar and the dance floor for a while. Eventually we decided to take this party, downstairs. (If you’re in to BDSM that should have sounded sexy)

The lower level or “Dungeon” as labeled, came with a long informative list of rules followed by a walk down a very creepy basement corridor. I held both ladies’ hands and I felt them both tighten their grip. We followed the throng through a pair of double doors, which opened up into a large space that was actually very well-lit and normal-looking for a so-called “sex cauldron dungeon”.

There was a mix of vendor stands selling sex toys and accessories with real live demo booths. We needed a few minutes to just stand there and inventory everything. There was a stand doing ‘cupping’, another doing fire play. There was two stations doing flogging in various restraints. We chatted with Johanna, who had removed her previous rope bondage in favour of a normal every day shirt. All three ladies excused themselves to the bathroom. As a male person I stood there and watch the cupping station. It looked…painful. Upon their return, Ella came up to me and placed something in my pocket.

“These are for you to hold on to.” she said as she kissed me. I felt the lace rub up against my cock through the thin fabric of my pocket. Like a good girl she had followed instructions. I reached in and felt how hot and wet they were. I gave them a squeeze and the juices came flowing onto my hand. I could smell her musk on my hand and it drove me wild. I kissed her back and—since we were momentarily obscured from view—I reached up her skirt and just graced my fingertips up her slit and landing strip. She shivered and giggled while I bit her lip. Claire brushed her hand on my cock and then felt the lacy lump in my pocket. She smiled in approval and her eyes brightened. I put my arm around both girls and ushered them around the space.

We stopped for a while at a table full of handmade leather whips and flogs. There was a decent-sized paddle that I kind of wanted to get, but what really caught my eye was this really nice-looking flog with a redwood handle. It was a big pricey but had intricately woven details and looked not too difficult or threatening. I was alcohol- and sex-drunk so of course I had to have it.

[Ed. Note: This is the last time this object will be mentioned for no apparent reason. It will appear many years later in another, similar-but-different story you will come to love even though it’s not that different from the one you already love.]

By the time I had completed my purchase, the girls had moved toward the far side of the room. There were two areas set up to try flogging, whipping and paddling. One booth had a spanking bench and the other had what I believe is known as a “St. Andrews Cross” – two big planks in an ‘X’ with restraints at the ankles and wrists. A man was moving four flogs in a series of sweeping arcs, gracefully impacting his female subject. There was actually a fairly long line but I could see by the look in Ella’s eye she was going to want to try that. I rubbed her panties up against my cock, which was probably creating a bit of a noticeable bulge, but my erection was probably the least interesting thing in the room at this point.

There was a far shorter line for the spanking bench. The man was mixing up whips, paddles, and flogs, depending on the person. There was a girl in a latex bra and skirt being treated to varying types of whips at different strengths. Every once in a while she would wince or moan when he struck her. I felt Ella reach into my pocket and take back her wet panties.

“I’m going to need these back.” She gave my bulge a rub and I then proceeded to put on her thong right there in line. The self-confidence and exhibitionism made me smile ear to ear and swell even further. I wanted her then and there, but alas, this wasn’t that kind of sexy party. I wondered if someday I would ever get to bend her over in a room full of strangers. She adjusted her skirt and spun around to get on the spanking bench. At my angle she was at a three-quarter view so I could just see her bowed head but I had an incredible view of her ass. Her skirt was riding up and her crotch was fully exposed. If she didn’t have panties on her entire pussy would be visible. The man went about spanking her gently with a few different whips and paddles. She made soft moans and moved up and down slowly as her beautiful cheeks went from light pink to red. She took it all like a good little girl should. After about 5 minutes he touched her shoulder and she got off the bench. Her cheeks and chest were flushed and she had a shimmer of sweat that showed she had really enjoyed that.

“I want to do this one now!” she pointed to the station with the cross. We got in the line-up and talked about the spanking she just received. She was still coming down so she breathlessly tried to find words through her huge smile. When it was her turn, she approached the giant ‘X’ apparatus and had her limbs restrained. In her heels her bum was prominently displayed, but I couldn’t help but admire her other bodily qualities. Such lovely proportions, from shoulders through waist and hips and into her legs. The man proceeded to do an array of moves that made up to four flogs at a time bounce softly off her upper back, bum and legs. It didn’t look as hard as the last demo, but it kind of had an intoxicating rhythm.

When she was done she was as flushed as before but maybe not quite as short of breath. We walked and talked for a while longer, enjoying the atmosphere and visuals at every turn. When we had seen and tried everything we wanted to, we headed back upstairs for more dancing. By this point I was beyond rowdy and looking to get into both of these girls pussies as soon as possible. Despite being surrounded by probably dozens of couples and singles looking to party, I had my chosen two and wanted to make use of them. Ella was the first one to declare openly she was ready for the next part of the evening.

“Should we get out of here?” she said. “Continue the party back home?”

“Yes please!” Claire immediately cried out. She called a cab and like before I rode in the front. This time the driver was much older and wasted no time complimenting the two gorgeous females in his back seat. Ella was leaning over at a perilous angle to kiss Claire, and her chest heaved outward. I reached back and ran my hand up her leg and back a couple times. We stumbled out of the car and into the house.

By this point in the evening all three of us were drunk and hyper-aroused. We went straight upstairs and jumped into bed. There was some drunken removing of clothes and before long we were all naked and embracing each other. Claire was in the middle on her back and Ella and I kissed her nipples and took turns fingering her dripping pussy. Ella moved down to eat out Claire and as we kissed she began to moan uncontrollably. I felt a hand reach down and start jerking my cock, and I had to look down to see who’s hand it was. Ella was pulling double duty, and my cock swelled even harder.

I was ready to fuck a hole through the dimensional barrier of space and time, so I looked around at my options. Claire’s pussy was currently being given a fantastic tongue fucking my Ella, who’s bum was basically sticking straight up. Those sweet apple bottom curves were just begging to be grabbed while I fucked her roughly. I moved off the bed and took a position directly behind the freckled lass currently making Claire cum hard and loud. As she panted and convulsed under Ella’s capable watch, I inched forward and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her soaking womanhood. This angle worked perfectly and I slid deep into her in one slow motion. As I penetrated her she arched back and her head went up so she could let out a long cry of satisfaction.

I felt a surge of stamina and vigour as my pubic bone made contact with Ella’s ass. I wanted to fuck her, hard. I tried to hold off by fucking her slow and steadily, but before I knew it, I was slamming myself into her at full force. As before, she turned her head to the side and rested it on Claire’s breasts. She moved her hand to support her and push back against me, and every stroke was like two freight trains crashing together. Her little moans were replaced by short, loud cries of ecstasy every time I pounded into her tight pussy. As my luck had it, I felt like I would be able to maintain this intensity as long as I needed to. I grabbed her hair from behind, pushing her front half down and giving me the extra leverage to really use my whole cock against her.

Ella’s body started to tighten and her short cries became a steady stream of long passionate moans. Her pussy began to tighten and release hard around my cock as I kept moving in and out of her. As her moans began to quiet I pushed as deep as I could into her and felt a stream of her hot juices coat my cock. I savoured the moment and looked down at Claire, who was looking up at my with wide loving eyes of approval. She kissed Ella on the head, then pointed at her and gave me a ‘thumbs up’ meaning I had satisfied the young lady.

It was time for Claire to get some of this cock. Ella laid down beside Claire, and I simply took two steps forward, lifted her legs, and slid myself into her. I didn’t even get all the way inside her when I felt her whole body begin to convulse and shake uncontrollably. My cock had been given magical powers that night, and I still wasn’t close to cumming. I waited for her to recover before I started to move in and out of her. By this point she was so hyper aroused a stiff breeze could have made her orgasm. I was a little more than a breeze and I made her cum at least two more before I was done.

When Claire couldn’t take it any more, I pulled out an laid on the bed. Claire had a hungry look on her post-orgasmic face, and I knew she would only be truly satisfied when she had swallowed my entire load. She took my cock into her mouth and shoved it all down her throat. I was kissing Ella for a bit, but I wanted to taste her sweet pussy. I told her to sit on my face and without hesitation she straddled my face and shoved her soaking slit onto my smiling face.

Ella’s pussy juices were flowing all over my face as I licked and sucked on her. The two girls were taking turns sucking my cock as far as I could tell. The intensity and pleasure of the whole night had finally caught up with me, and I felt my load begin to surge its way from deep down. I could tell that it was Claire’s mouth around me as I could hear Ella’s panting above me. I knew I was about to have my cum sucked out of me as fast as I could spurt it out. My sperm shot out and Claire greedily swallowed rope after rope as I moaned with my mouth full of Ella’s lips. As the last of my soldiers was sucked to an acidy grave (poor half-souls) I went limp in every sense of the word. Ella dismounted and tongue-kissed me and then Claire deeply. We held each other and snuggled into the covers for a well-deserved sleep.

THE END.

[ Author’s Note: I’m sorry that’s so damn long and had hardly any sex. I’m not a practiced author. Any tips or improvements would be greatly appreciated. Please send me a DM! ]

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