Disclaimer and author's note

All rights reserved. May be archived at ASSTR, but nowhere else without my permission. Not to be read in countries in which on-line reading of stories with sexual contents is illegal. Not to be read by minors anyway. (A minor is expected to be less than 18 years of age, depending on where you live, though, some political leaders behave like minors — so they also shouldn't read it). Some of the practices described in this story are dangerous and/or insane or illegal. Drug use is illegal in most countries. You are responsible for what you are doing.

All characters in this story are fuckable in the country in which this story takes place, which is identical with the country in which the story was written ("produced") and posted ("distributed"). The age of consent in that country is fifteen, though in the story no age is explicitly stated. No animals have been harmed in producing this adult entertainment. (See some further warnings at the bottom of the story).

The Red 5 club really exists and its interior is authentic, as are the characters described herein. The story was inspired by watching two young women. Some actions by other persons have been added to their behaviour. Also I have to thank my former R/L girlfriend, Alexandra, who was used to have some traditions on New Year's Eve, many years ago. The actions in this story have been dramatised (i.e. some elements from my fantasy have been added) and altered and so it can be stated, that real people have never acted like the characters in this story.

Esu Migabe cleaned up the mess, which I named writing. Thank you very much. All remaining mistakes are mine.

The story is dedicated to the woman I'm in love with for more than eight years now.

Almost five months had passed since Jana and I split. It was frustrating being lonely, I had no interest in occasionally hooking up a woman here and there. I used my own hands rather than going through the whole ritual of getting a willing woman into my bed for a more or less good fuck. I wasn't really unhappy but as the year ended I had no idea what to do on the last day of the year.

All my friends had to fulfil other 'tasks' — most of them had to spend the New Year's Eve with their wives and children — so I decided to visit the Red 5 club, alone.

After enjoying a meal of salmon and rice, which was accompanied with a bottle of Chardonnay, I left my house to visit the club.

I arrived at ten thirty and the club was already crowded. At the L-shaped bar were standing about twenty people. At the end of the bar, there were still three small tables along the left wall, each for three or four guests. I sat down at the only unoccupied table.

Unusually this evening, no girls were serving, but two guys I knew from earlier visits were. I ordered a whiskey and cola without ice. They didn't have a great variety of them, so I chose Jameson. Actually, I only signed a 'J' with my right hand and things went from alone there. Soon I had to order a second one and it was about half past eleven when the barman brought me my third drink, as a girl I never saw before entered the club. It seems she was looking for somebody — she was patrolling through the whole club. No place was free, except for the very end of the bar, next to my little table. I would have invited her to join me, but as no other chair was available, I didn't bother and, as I said earlier, I hadn't a big interest in hooking up with someone.

Nevertheless, I watched her move. She wore dark jeans, but in the twilight I couldn't tell the colour. Along with that she also wore a black tight sweater which hugged her body and was very tight around her breasts. - She was about a head smaller than me but slender without being skinny. Her blond hair was combed straight back. Because she didn't remove her jacket, I couldn't see how long her hair was. She looked like maybe twenty years of age, so I was nearly twice as old. The girl also drank some whiskey I guess, though I did not pay attention to the brand.

The minutes went by and she seemed nervous. Repeatedly she took her cell phone and tried to phone, but it wasn't possible to do that because the noise in the bar was incredible. She wrote some short text messages on her mobile and her face turned very angry, when she read the reply.

About five minutes to midnight, I saw her speak to the barman and he served her with two glasses of Jameson. Taking them, she turned, came to my table and set both glasses down on the surface. Then she bent down to me and almost shouting, said in my ear.

"May I join you for celebrating the New Year? My date did not show up and you seem to be the only guy in here who is not with his girl friend, too drunk or another jerk, like my date."

I blushed a little bit, but soon regained my confidence.

I stood up and offered her my chair.

She looked at me and a gave me a smile which lit up her face. I simply nodded.

"Don't bother with sitting!" she said, but thankfully she took off her jacket and hung it over the chair. She kept her little white purse on her shoulder. Now I could see her hair in full length. It was shoulder length and its colour was straw-blonde.

As the whole club counted down to midnight, we were raising our glasses. As the hour showed midnight, the blonde said, "Bottoms up" and we drank the glasses empty. Then she went on her tip-toes and raised her head towards mine. I bent down my head, so she could kiss me on my lips. The kiss lasted long and I wasn't sure if I was meant to feel her tongue trying to intrude into my mouth. I opened my lips slightly as her tongue took advantage of me. I opened my lips even more and soon we were French kissing each other.

I tried not to show my surprise, but my eyes grew bigger, I am sure, as my tongue discovered the metal bar, which went through her tongue, from the top to the base.

She saw the surprise on my face and smiled as she broke the kiss. Then her mouth wandered to my right ear and she said, "You like surprises?"

Yes, I did. "Sometimes!" I answered.

Her tongue came out and licked the lobe of my ear. Then she silently took my hand and drew me to the restrooms. Not bothering about my gender, she headed to the women's restroom and shoved me into the small cubicle. I was perplexed, but full of anticipation.

"You know, I have this tradition. Since the age of sixteen I got a fuck within the first hour of the New Year. I will break up with this asshole for spending tonight with his friends instead of me, but I will not break with my tradition. Though, the tradition is not so old and you will be only the third guy to give me my New Year's fuck."

She started to pull down my zip and her hands sought for my cock. That wasn't difficult at all, since it was stone hard, but more difficult to get it out.

"Nice cock!" she said, as she went down. Then she took it into her mouth. At first, only the tip of her tongue touched the head with the hole. Then she closed her lips around my shaft. The feeling of her tongue-piercing on my dick was not really a new feeling, since I met pierced girls before, but somehow it was electrifying me.

Her tongue twirled around my penis and I could tell, that giving blowjobs wasn't unusual to her. Some minutes later she stopped, looked up and said smiling, "time to fuck." Then she turned her back to me, opened her jeans and shoved them down to her ankles. I stood behind her and she backed up until her back was to my belly. She reached between her legs for my cock. I didn't notice, when and where she had prepared it, but she put a rubber onto it.

"You know, never fuck a stranger without rubbers!" she said as she turned and smiled at me. She shoved herself higher until the tip of my rod was against her pussy. With her fingers she parted her pussy lips and let my rubber covered cock slide into her.

"Fuck me hard, no time for romance now," she said, leaning back, pressing herself on me and pinning me with her body to the wall of the cubicle.

As my cock intruded her warm and wet cunt, my feelings were sensational. Both of us weren't in a convenient position, but that didn't matter for me because I hadn't fucked since the evening Jana left. That had ended in a big fight. I had been fucking Jana from behind, holding her struggling body down on the carpet. Just minutes later, she told me she was leaving me. Telling me, that she couldn't stand me or my lifestyle any more. My sperm was still leaking out of her, dripping down her bare legs in the short skirt she wore, as she banged the door and left for good.

I thrusted into the girl and she moved her body against mine. My cock slid into her pussy in its whole length; she was very tight, surely because she couldn't spread her legs very much, since her pulled down jeans were bonding her legs together, just below her knees. I was sure, that she was experienced in sex, even though she felt so tight.

She began to moan as I penetrated her. Powerful and strong thrusts, fucking her, without being nice, the only purpose of our fucking was to reach orgasm and to spurt my sperm into her. Well really just into the rubber.

"Go ahead, lover," she said.

My breath was fastening. The rhythm of her rocking hips, the tightness of her lust channel and the celibacy I had held for weeks brought me nearer to orgasm.

"Slow!" I moaned, "or I will come."

"You should. This fuck is for your own lust." She said with a husky voice.

Then, with a forceful move of her hips against my body, the fate of our fucking was sealed, I came, filling the rubber with sperm.

Fucking in a toilet cubicle is arousing, disgusting and difficult at the same time, but most of all — sex with this girl was great.

Some time later, when our breath had calmed down, we pulled up our clothes. Before we left, we had started kissing each other again and I could smell my cock on her tongue, from the blowjob she had given me.

Outside the door, two girls had been waiting or so I had thought. It turned out that they weren't waiting at all. The smaller one, in a light blue sweater, was sitting on the table, which was situated inside the toilet block. Her miniskirt was pulled up to her waist. The taller one was dressed all in black, even her hair was dark. She was standing between the legs of the sitting girl, facing her. Her right hand fondled with the smaller girl's pussy. She actually had two fingers in it. The other hand held a bowl and I could smell the sweet flour of marijuana.

"Good fuck!" the taller of them said and smiled. Then she inhaled a deep breath of the drug, as the smaller girl breathed out. Then both girls started French kissing. Now the smaller girl was inhaling the air, which the bigger girl was breathing out. We stood and watched.

Both girls looked at us and smiled and the black-haired said, "Do you want a breath?" She took her fingers out of the smaller girl's pussy before placing them in front of her mouth. She licked the juice off her fingers carefully. On each of her fingers she wore a ring and her ears were decorated by a number of earrings.

I have never smoked a cigarette and also had no experience with drugs either. So I declined.

My new friend said: "Why not ... it has been a while and now I am in the mood."

She stepped nearer to the tall girl, whose dark hair was very short. She was around twenty-five years of age, and she was as tall as me with even wider shoulders. I would rather avoid going in a clinch with her. Her eyes were dark-brown and she had a long nose which wasn't nice but it made her face very interesting. She did not wear any make-up.

"Stand aside me, closer. Now, take a deep breath. O.K. Hold it a moment, then breathe out. Now hold your breath." The tall girl took a deep breath of the bowl. Soon she bent down to my new friend and closed her mouth on hers with her own, pressing the thumbs of her hands on my friend's nostrils, preventing her from getting any air through her nose.

I watched, partly shocked, partly amazed, how my friend was forced to breathe the air, which was second hand, mixed with the smoke of the marijuana. The black-haired girl held the my friend firmly, who could nothing than breathe through the lungs of the tall girl.

That continued for a couple of minutes and it was obvious, that the drug reacted to my friend faster and perhaps more intensively, because she got less oxygen than normal. Eventually, the black-haired let her loose.

"You are good. If this slut," she said, nodding to the smaller girl, "one day begins to annoy me, I will kill her and you can be with me."

"Before that will happen, you will have to fuck my friend's brains out!" my new friend answered.

"No way, dear, I am a hard-boiled lesbian."

I wasn't surprised.

"Maybe we can figure something out!" My new friend smiled.

"I need to have a pee," the black-haired said and the smaller girl stood up. Then they headed for the cubicle. Both of them smiled at us and as the black-haired said, "I hope to meet you again!" we left the rest-room, even before they shut the door of the toilet.

"Uuh-hu!" My new friend said as we returned to our table. Surprisingly, the chair was still at the table. I sat down and she sat on my lap, facing me, each of her legs on another side of mine. She started kissed me passionately.

"That was pretty erotic and — very weird!" she said, a few minutes later.

"That it was."

"Though sometimes I like going wild. But not that wild."

Meanwhile, I ordered some more drinks.

"Do you know that the marijuana made me really horny?" she said.

"You want to leave?"

"No. Let us kiss a while like this so I can rub myself on you."

Indeed, I felt her as she slowly rocked around my crotch and her motions aroused me, making me hard again. Actually, I had been hard the whole time since she took her breath of 'smoke'.

She didn't stop rocking her body, but nobody saw it or maybe nobody cared. After another round of drinks, she eventually came. Her body tensed up, her breath shortened, and she bit my hand to prevent herself crying out.

At the same moment, the two girls left the restroom and as they passed by our table, they smiled. The fishnet panty-hose worn by the smaller girl, whose hair was an unidentifiable colour between brown, blond and red, was now a mess with many big holes in.

The taller girl stopped and said to me. "You can fuck me if you kill my bitch. If you feel ready give me a call." Then she dropped a small paper on the table and headed after her smaller companion.

"Holka magor." I said half aloud. I took the paper, took a zipper and wanted to burn it in the ash-tray, but before I could light it, the girl sitting in my lap took the paper and put it in her purse. "Maybe!" she said. She started to kiss me again and not much later we also left the club, heading for my apartment.

I opened the main door of my apartment and said: "Come in. Make yourself at home!"

"I would like too. I really would."

When she came in, I took her jacket and hung it up. Taking her hand, I pulled her into the great living room with the large sitting area. With the remote I started the CD player and played some rock ballads. The sound of Bryan Adams filled the room.

"Good choice," she said, as she sat down.

I went into the kitchen to get the glasses, cola and Jameson. When I returned we kissed again, I was fondling her breasts under her black sweater. She rubbed my cock through my jeans, getting it hard again. Soon our clothes were lying behind the couch, carelessy thrown away by two horny people, both desperately thirsting for sex and — love.

That night we didn't make it into my king-sized bed, we fell into sleep after fucking and after waking, we fucked again. About 2:30 PM her cell phone rang, just as she was fucking me cow-girl style. She reached for the treacherous instrument without letting my rod slide out of her love channel.

The numbers on the display showed her who the caller was — her date, who didn't show up.

"Hi Asshole," she said as she took the call, "do you know what I am doing right now? I have a hard large cock in my pussy and he is screwing me all night long and all day again and again. I am finished with you. It was the last time I waited for you. Fuck off!" Then she threw the mobile on the table and fucked us both into another orgasm.

We didn't care if Asshole was still listening to us making love, but half an hour later we heard the three short beep signals, which indicated that due to low battery the phone was no longer working.

That afternoon, we fucked our way through my apartment, from the living room into the kitchen and from the kitchen into the bathroom. At seven in the evening, we stood up and dressed and left for a restaurant, which was specialised in Mexican food. We appreciated the fact that we were given a table in the alcove, so we could still kiss and play. I wanted to choose a steak but my new lover made me order some fish. "You need the proteins!" She said.

Later she went to the rest-room to buy some more condoms from a vending machine. Since it was the 1st of January, all shops were closed and we already were running out of rubbers.

The following night, she let me fuck her tight ass. She bent down on her knees, doggy-style and by using some lubrication oil left behind by Jana, my cock slipped easy in her back-entry. Having the nice tattoo on the small of her back in my sights, I was hornier and harder, than the night before. I pulled out and slowly shoved back into her without any hesitations, fucking her forcefully but as gently as I could. She changed her position, now she was laying flat on her belly, her arms wide-spread, holding herself on edge of the mattress. It was great lovemaking, and she came several times, the intervals between each shortened more and more until she seemed to have a never-ending climax. Then we stopped. We were totally exhausted, so I even didn't pull out of her. We both fell asleep, my prick still in her ass.

Soon after midnight I awoke. Perhaps my cock was full of pee now. I was still rock-hard and in her tight channel, so I started to move, making love to her again. At first, she stayed asleep, but then she suddenly woke up. She remained silent, enjoying the feel of my penis penetrating her ass. Eventually I was ready. As I came, I exploded — my sperm shot in the condom and I was crying out my lust.

Her right hand stroked around my head, as I sunk down on her, my head laying aside hers, kissing her neck. She sighed, but then said: "By the way, my name is Katka." I told her mine in return.

I pulled out, rolled off the rubber and put it in a Kleenex, which I left beside the bed. As I turned back to her, she was already fast asleep. I did not realise how much I needed mine until my head hit the pillow.

When we woke up in the morning we decided to have a long shower. We stayed there soaping and washing each other until the hot water turned cold. We laid down and my hands wandered along her body. I fondled her breasts, her nipples and occasionally I played with the piercing in her belly-button.

"I hate to use these stupid rubbers," she said, "we have to have health tests tomorrow. I want to feel you come inside me, floating me with your sperm. I am on the pill, so don't worry about babies ... though I might want to stop using it."

I looked at her.

"You know. When I saw you, I totally fell in love with you. I even sent a SMS to my best friend. I told her to visit Asshole to prevent him from showing up in time. I was only surprised by her efficiency — he didn't show up at all..."

"Does it matter?" I asked.

"No, it doesn't!" she said as she turned her head. She opened her mouth and showed me her tongue piercing. I had to kiss this lovely mouth with this hot tongue and the hard metal through it.

I was still playing with the stud in her belly-button as we broke the kiss, centuries later, I believe.

"You are really amazed by my piercings..." she said.

"They are so sexy."

"I see," she answered and touched my cock with her right hand. My cock stiffened again. "We might like to add some more..."

"That would be very sexy."

Her left hand took my hand up to her right nipple. "Here." I was fully erect now and pre-cum appeared. Then our hands touched her other tit. "Here. And wherever you want. As long as you care for me."

"Promise," I said.

Instead of answering, she bent down and took me in her mouth. As she started sucking she looked up to my face. I could read in her eyes how deeply she fell in love with me. I was happy.