A night to remember, count it up: her four orgasms in four locations in one night [FM] (part 2?)

(Part one [here](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ia7bpu/i_m_got_to_watch_a_longterm_flirt_have_passionate/)!)

Sunday morning (eh, around noon, I didn’t get home from work until 5a or so), I texted Rachel to see what she wanted to do. She responded pretty quickly, saying we should just grab some food and drinks to go and hang in Prospect Park. All fine by me. Then she sent a picture of her and Gabi in bed together in a state of undress, cuddling. I asked her if Gabi was coming as well — I was happy if she came along, she was really cool — Rachel told me no, she had plans tonight with a friend of hers, but maybe we’d meet up later at night. We spent the day texting, with her sending me pictures of her in the shower, on her bed, and me telling her what I wanted to do to her looking like that. Later on, about an hour before we were supposed to meet up, she sent me a 30 second video of her and Gabi making out, which sent me over the edge a bit. Just… damn.

I took the subway out to Brooklyn — we met at the Prospect Park stop and walked to grab a dinner to go with a sixpack of beer to have in the park. She was in her black studded leather jacket again, but had on a grey and white patterned dress underneath, low-rise chucks, her dark teal hair up in a bun, and her dark glasses framing her face — Rachel just looked great. We found a place to sit and shoot the shit, finally. She told me about her and Gabi and how they met; they had been together for over a year and were really happy with one another. She explained they were poly (the first time I encountered this, but not the last…), and wanted to maintain their partnership as the lynchpin. Rachel still wanted attention and affection from guys, and Gabi was fine with her exploring that while still maintaining a strong and loving relationship together (Gabi was actually into guys too, just not to the degree that Rachel was). Frankly, that was fine by me — I didn’t want to fuck up their relationship, and Gabi had made it clear I wasn’t going to be allowed to do that anyway. She told me about a few of her other experiences and how they decided to have an open arrangement — a guy in Barcelona about three months after they started dating, a girl in Newark she had hung out with a few times (and had even brought home to Gabi once or twice) — it was really hot hearing about all of this (shout out /r/hotpast) and she noticed when I had to adjust myself, blushing a little. I know she noticed because a few moments later, she very much purposefully uncrossed and re-crossed her legs to reveal that she didn’t have on any underwear, and smirked at me.

We ate our food (tacos), drank our beers, and I was feeling the moment between us and decided to be a little bold and moved in to kiss her. She really pushed into it, stopping for a second to smile before then going back for a deeper embrace — then shoved her tongue deep into my mouth. This lasted for about 45 seconds before we both pulled back and caught ourselves — we were in public, and after the events of two nights before I know I didn’t want to get carried away too early on. We were probably in the park for two hours getting to know each other — she had lived an interesting life (homeless in her early teens, learned Spanish in high school but got fluent while at college in NYC and decided to fuck off to Spain to teach after she graduated) and wasn’t afraid to talk about it. I told her about my experience in the UK and about some of my DJ adventures (which she only wanted to hear more about).

The sun had set a while ago and light was getting scarce. She got a text from Gabi asking where she was and if we could all meet up. Rachel asked me if that was cool and I was fine with it — I was just along for the ride as far as I was concerned. We hopped on the subway for a few stops and went to a bar where Gabi and her friend were hanging out — Gabi looked great in a tank top (and not wearing a bra as I learned was normal for her). I was introduced to her friend, Tracie, an athletic black woman with curls and sparkling green eyes, and got to hear about what they had been up to that night (Barcade, I think?). We sat and had a few drinks in the dark bar, and about 30 minutes in Rachel started getting handsy with me under the table, touching my knee and running her fingers up my inseam and gently massaging my dick through my shorts, all without breaking conversation or eye contact with the group.

I got up from the table after a few minutes of attention to use the bathroom. When I got out, Rachel was waiting for me, and pushed me back inside (gender neutral bathrooms rule!) and I locked the door. Immediately, we started kissing and putting our hands all over each other. “Touch my pussy,” she whispered — she was soaking wet and I pushed a finger inside her, causing her to gasp. “Fuck, fuck, that’s what I’ve been wanting since the park.” She kept grabbing at my dick through my shorts, and I put another finger inside of her. I could feel her pussy tightening around my fingers and she stopped touching me to focus on herself, rubbing her nipples and running her fingers through her hair (still in a bun, but getting messier by the second). I felt like I was practically lifting her up with my fingers, she kept getting on her tiptoes while still pushing down onto my hand (if that makes sense).

She grabbed my neck and hair and quietly talked through her pleasure as she grinned ear-to-ear, “Gabi wouldn’t finish me off earlier, she makes me edge all day sometimes. She did this for you and me…. fuck she’s the best.” I smiled and started to rub her clit with my other hand, and I could feel her dripping wet pussy tighten even more — her breath got shorter and faster, and she dug her nails into my arm. Moments later, she came, covering her mouth so if someone was outside, they wouldn’t hear (though I’m sure if they came in after us, they’d definitely smell what had just happened). This took all of four or five minutes — Gabi had really ramped her up, I guess. We caught our breath and smiled at one another — she fixed herself up in the mirror, I washed my hands, and we slipped out to rejoin Gabi and Tracie.

When we got back to the table, Gabi had a half-smirk on her face, and Tracie was giggling. “What?”, Rachel said faux-innocently, “We just needed to talk for a few minutes,” before she sipped the rest of her drink. I was buzzing from what had just happened (maybe the drinks too), my mind sort of in a bit of a haze, and Gabi asked us if we wanted to go to dancing. I’ve long hated going to nightclubs on my off nights, but if they told me to jump in front of the F train I would have done that to keep the night going. Rachel smiled and said she was in — Tracie agreed too (though I suspect they had planned this while Rachel and I were away…), and after we finished our drinks, we paid our tab and got a cab maybe 10 or 12 blocks across Brooklyn to a bar — a lesbian bar, I found out upon arrival (not that I was shocked or anything, I’ve been in a hundred bars that straight people weren’t the dominant clientele — I DJ’d a gay bar for three years for their 80s night, and it was one of the best gigs I’ve had.) It was their industry night which meant lots of pent-up energy from a week of serving drinks and taking care of assholes.

We walked in and Rachel grabbed my hand and told me to stay close, “I want to come on the dancefloor”, she whispered. I started to get hard in seconds after hearing that, grabbed her chin and lips and said that would happen “only if you behave” (I figured she liked to be talked to like that sometimes based on how Gabi treated her sexually sometimes, so I leaned into this), and she breathed heavy for a moment before “mm-hmm”ing her consent. I posted up at the bar and got a drink while Rachel, Gabi, and Tracie saw people they knew and socialized. After a few minutes, Rachel came back over and asked I wanted to dance — the floor wasn’t super full yet, and I didn’t want to make our intentions too obvious (also as one of the only guys in the place, I didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable), so we finished our drinks and hydrated (definitely needed some water by this point tbh), and sure enough by thirty minutes later the dancefloor was busy. It’s a small bar and dancefloor — and very dark — so it didn’t take too many people for it to fill up enough, and we started dancing in earnest. For about twenty or thirty minutes Rachel and I danced together, getting progressively closer with each other over that time. Eventually, she pulled her dress up just enough for her pussy to grind against my bare leg, and I could feel it getting slick. The music was loud, but she had her lips close to my ear, and I could hear her slight moans and sighs.

Gabi and Tracie were dancing close by, and after a few minutes of us grinding, Gabi came over and cut in — dancing with Rachel at first before kissing one another in a way that you only can when you’re familiar with that person. I tried not to stare (considering the environment I was in), but it was hard not too — they looked so good together. After a moment of this, they broke their kiss, both smiling, and Gabi put Rachel’s hand in my hand, grabbing the back of my head so she could talk into my ear (the 18 inch height difference playing a factor here), “You take care of her tonight, okay?”, then pulled back and winked at me. Honestly, that line might have been hotter than anything Rachel said or did up to this point of the night. Being given “permission” by Gabi like that was so unbelievably sexy (never mind that Gabi herself was gorgeous, and frankly I felt a little bullied by her with that command), and only encouraged me more to get Rachel off, hard.

The dancefloor was pretty much packed at this point, and Rachel had me against the wall. Because of our relative privacy, I was able to slip my hand down and start rubbing her clit without attracting much attention. She clearly enjoyed this as we danced with one another. She grabbed my neck and started kissing it as she got more into what my fingers were doing — I pushed one inside her while still massaging her clit and she began to tighten to let me know how good it felt. At this point the DJ had was playing a house record, around 125 beats per minute, and Rachel attempted to fuck my finger to the beat (she did an admirable job) — I pushed another in, but could barely move them thanks to how tight she had become. As a DJ, this was really fucking hot — her rhythm synced up to the beat while she got close to orgasm.

Moments later, Rachel dug her face into my neck and shoulder as she came again all over my hand and we kissed as she caught her breath while leaning into me. This was number two, and fuck me if it was going to be the last. After we untangled, the sound of *thump thump thump thump* at 125 BPM in our ears, I let her go and turned to Gabi who was a few feet away on the packed dancefloor, then pulled her close so she could hear me, “You want to taste something?”, I asked. She pulled back and smiled, then licked my fingers clean, never breaking eye contact with me — her tongue working them (and honestly if someone touched my dick in this moment I probably would have blown my load in my shorts right there). She stopped, smiled, and said, “That’s about right,” and went back to dancing with Tracie. I didn’t expected Gabi to even respond like that — never mind go that far. I knew I couldn’t stay long in the bar and I had to get Rachel somewhere more private, and grabbed her arm as she smiled at me. “We need to get out of here, I want you to myself.” She eagerly nodded, then kissed Gabi on our way off the dancefloor, hugged Tracie, and she led us out the bar. I hadn’t felt this way about a hookup in a while, she was submissive yet defiant.

“Where should we go?”, she asked me as I hailed a cab. “You’re closer,” I told her, “we’d have be in a taxi for 25 minutes to get to my place in the Village.” She told me fuck that. A cab pulled up and she gave her address — only about 20 blocks away. Immediately, I slipped my fingers back into her pussy, and she lightly moaned. I went in for a kiss — at this point I didn’t give a fuck what the cab driver thought of what we were doing and frankly I kinda hoped he thought it was hot — he had his music playing loud and the windows down, so Rachel’s noises were being somewhat masked (though I’m sure he knew we were up to *something*). Rachel was soaked and she buried her face in my shoulder as I slowly fucked her pussy with my hand. After the events at the bar, I knew number three wasn’t far behind — and as we got closer to her neighborhood, she slipped her hand down to rub her clit, her face still buried in my shoulder, then let out a muffled “nnnnngggggggg” as I felt her pussy tense up around my fingers. She pulled back from my shoulder and looked into my eyes and smiled. We arrived a few moments later at her apartment building and paid the cab driver (with a hefty tip for our distraction), and she grabbed my hand to walk us inside.

She opened the door to her apartment and the second the door closed, we started taking our clothes off and we were naked within 30 seconds of being inside, kissing and moving back towards her and Gabi’s bedroom. I wasn’t going to be restrained to a chair this time, and pushed her onto the bed — immediately I went down on her gorgeous pink pussy while fingerfucking her for the fourth time of the night. Licking and lapping up her pussy as best as I could, she was sweaty and salty and tasted a little sweet. It was so unbeliveably hot that she tasted like this after everything we’d done together that night and only made me want to work that much harder to get to orgasm again. “Gabi sucked my fingers after you came at the club, but you didn’t see that, did you?”, I told her, and she smiled and moaned loudly and grabbed my head, giving me a cue of what was to come (no pun intended) — and moments later, she came for the fourth time that night, gripping my hair and shuddering with pleasure. After a beat, I sat up and looked at Rachel. She was still blissed out, and riding aftershocks as she played with her clit. A moment later, she collected her thoughts and looked at me, then quietly said two words with a slight smile, “your turn.”

I flipped around to lay down and she began to suck my dick, and I could tell this simply wasn’t going to take long. I had spent the better part of the last six hours getting Rachel off, so I could feel my dick already pulsing, waiting for release — it ached at this point. In between breaths she asked me if I liked watching her and Gabi kiss tonight and if I wanted to watch them fuck again — of course I said yes to both. I asked her to go as deep as she could on my dick, and she gagged herself, pushing all the way down. She came back up for a breath, and I asked again, and she did it once more, gagging and gasping — it felt so good. She started doing it on her own, without my request, and I grabbed her hair, pushing her head down. Her mascara was running a bit from her eyes watering, but gave me a huge smile and told me, “this is only getting me wet again,” and started sucking my dick in a more aggressive style than at first.

This definitely did the trick for me, and within a few moments she got me to come and let her know — I blew a bunch of ropes in Rachel’s mouth and she struggled a bit to contain them for a second, but kept valiently going on. She tapped my leg to get my attention and smiled as she swallowed it all. In my post-orgasm happiness, I joked to her, “So it’s 4-1…. can you do that again three more times?” She laughed and playfully slapped my chest. We curled up together, our bodies intertwined with one another. This was really nice — but I knew I was in someone else’s bed, so I asked Rachel if I should get my shit together because Gabi would be home. She laughed. “She’ll stay at Tracie’s tonight, don’t worry. You can crash here.” We did just that, falling asleep soon after that moment.

The next morning, around 6 am, I was woken up by Gabi flicking my ear. Whispering, she said, “DJ, I’m glad you got our girl off, but I need to crash for the next four or five hours. You two are taking up way too much of this bed, so either snuggle up or sleep it off on the couch.” I minimized my space on their queen, and got Rachel to roll into me a bit. Perfect.

More to tell, if that’s still of interest…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/idwvnj/a_night_to_remember_count_it_up_her_four_orgasms