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 SUMMER LOVE - PART 5 by CodCapers codcapers at yahoo dot com

   Molly's birthday happened to fall on our half-day at work for that week,
so we only had to work breakfast and had the whole rest of the day to
ourselves.  Better yet, we had the next day off!  We decided to go to the
beach and then go out to dinner.  Since it was her 21st birthday, she
wanted to go out and have a few drinks and be with other people, so we
invited two of the other "steady" couples from the club to go with us.

   The beach was great and the weather was perfect.  Low 80s and bright
sun. We spent the day sunning and splashing and by late afternoon we all
headed home to get changed for our night on the town.  The other two
couples headed for their apartments and rentals and we said we'd give them
a call when we were ready to head out.

   When I got to Molly's house, there was a big black limosine in the
driveway again.  Knowing it was his oldest daughter's 21st birthday,
Molly's father had rented a limo for the night as one of his gifts to her.
He assumed that we'd want to go out and party a bit, and he wanted everyone
to be safe.  It was an awesome gesture on his part and meant that we could
have a great time without worrying about anyone getting hurt or driving
when they shouldn't have.  We had all decided to dress up so I had on the
only suit I owned.  I had only bought it the previous year, so it was in
style and fit me well.  It was dark blue and double-breasted and I had on a
crisp white shirt and a nice tie that Molly had picked for me.

   Molly's dad greeted me at the front door, since she was still upstairs
putting on the final touches.  He pulled me aside and as he shook my hand,
he slipped me some cash and said, "Make sure she has a good time." I was
dumbfounded when I casually looked down and saw five $100 bills in my palm.
Looked as if dinner and whatever followed would be on Molly's father this
evening, and I put the bills into my pocket.

   Molly came down the stairs looking absolutely stunning.  She looked that
way in her waitress outfit (or pretty much anything else), but in a slinky
black dinner dress, she was a sight to behold.  With her hair color and
complexion and a good tan from the summer, black was a great color on her
and she looked and smelled fabulous as I met her at the bottom of the
stairs.

   "Happy birthday...  again...  you look great," I said and gave her a hug
and a kiss.

   "You're not so bad yourself all cleaned up," she smiled, returning the
hug.

   She waved to her Mom and Dad who wished her "Happy Birthday" again, and
we thanked her Dad again for the limo and headed out the door.  Molly had
already called the other two couples and told them that we'd be picking
them up, but didn't spill the beans about *what* we'd be picking them up
in. Molly's father had a big Mercedes sedan, so they probably thought it
was going to be in that.

   First on the pickup list were Sam and Maura.  They were a cute couple.
Sam was a small guy, under 5'6" but well built and Maura was a little waif
of a thing, not more than 5'2".  Although small, she was well put together
and from what I had seen at the beach, had a great body with a cute ass and
great breasts.  As we pulled into the house Maura was renting with some of
the other girls from the club and she came out of the house with Sam, a big
smile crossed both their faces and they hopped into the limo.  Maura had on
a great little red dress that really showed off her assets.

   "Who's getting married," Sam asked.  We grinned and said that Molly's
father had ordered the limo.  It was at our disposal for as long as we
wanted it (within reason) and he wanted to make sure we had a great time
and especially that everyone would be safe.

   The next stop was to get Elise and Jim.  Jim was a lifeguard at the club
and had that California surf dude look about him.  He was 6' even and with
all the swimming and lessons he gave throughout the day was in great shape
and well-tanned.  Elise was tall and slim and very athletically built. 
Nearly as tall as Jim, she was a distance runner on her collegiate team and
had super-long legs.  Although slim, she also had a nice butt and although
her breasts were a little smaller than the other two girls, they looked
great in the white dress she was wearing.

   We headed for the French restaurant that Molly had picked -- one of the
few on the Cape.  Her father had called ahead and made reservations for us
all.  It helped that he and Molly's mother ate there a lot.  We arrived
just a few minutes before our reservation and were seated immediately.  I
let everyone know to order what they wanted because I had been given some
money to make sure that Molly had a good time.  She smiled and everyone
ordered what they wanted.  We also put in an order for a couple of bottles
of wine and we all got carded.  The waiter smiled and winked as he looked
at Molly's ID, obviously noticing that it was her birthday.

   The food was fabulous and the wine was perfect.  At the end of the meal,
the waiter came out with a cake and a bottle of champagne.  Everyone sang
"Happy Birthday", much to Molly's embarassment.  By the time we finished
the cake and the champagne, most of us were already feeling a little tipsy
and were thankful that we had a limo to drive us around for the evening. 
It wasn't likely that we'd be getting any *less* tipsy before the night was
over.  When the check arrived, I quickly grabbed it and plunked down $300
from the wad of cash that Molly's father had given me.  It covered the meal
-- suprisingly for 6 people -- and gave the waiter a nice tip.  The cake
and champagne had been complimentary, I guess, since they didn't appear on
the bill.

   "So...what's next?" I asked.

   The girls headed off to the ladies room -- as they are inclined to do --
in a group and before giving me an answer.  When they returned, I asked
again and Molly gave me a smile and just said, "You'll see." I had seen
that look in her eyes enough times to know that she had just been plotting
something with the girls, but knew enough that I'd probably enjoy myself.
Jim and Sam looked bewildered and I just smiled and played along.

   We went out to the limo and Molly whispered in the driver's ear.  He
looked at her with a little bit of surprise and I could see him ask if she
was sure.  She nodded, smiled, and hopped in the cab.  Molly gave a knowing
look to the other girls and off we went.

   As we neared our destination, I just shook my head.  I knew where we
were going and I continued to be amazed by this girl...  no...  woman.  I
had to start thinking of Molly as a woman.  She was all sweetness on the
outside, but she had a bit of vixen in her.

   "Are you sure this is where you want to go on your birthday?" I asked as
we pulled into the parking lot.  "You know they don't have guys here,
right?" The other two guys were still unsure of our location and looked
more and more bewildered as they peered out the windows of the limo trying
to figure out where we were.

   A big smile was all the answer I got as Molly stepped out of the limo
first.

   I got out next so that I could see the reaction of Sam and Jim and the
other two girls.  They knew what was going on, but Sam and Jim's jaws
dropped as they stepped out into the parking lot of Zachary's Pub -- the
only strip club on Cape Cod.

   "We're going in here?" Jim asked.

   "All of us?" followed Sam.

   The girls just smiled and headed for the door.  I jumped ahead of them,
and held the door, then went and paid the cover charge for everyone.  I
noticed on the wall on my way in that tonight was 'Amateur Night'.  The
doorman smiled at the girls and mentioned the contest as well.  Molly just
smiled and her eyes twinkled a little as he mentioned the $200 grand prize.
I shook off the thought that Molly and the other girls knew this little
tidbit or that they could even be thinking along those lines.  I should
have known better.  Molly had asked me about places like this a couple of
times.  She'd never been and was extremely curious.  I figured she'd end up
going at some point soon after turning 21, but never thought she'd want to
go to a men's club first.  I had actually only been a time or two myself,
once for a cousin's bachelor party and once with some guys from school.

   As we entered the club, the music was blaring and two women were on
stage.  The place was kind of a dive, having very little personality, but
it was reasonably well kept and if the two girls on stage were any
indication, they had some pretty fine dancers.  There were two stages
setup. One larger main stage over by the main bar and another smaller stage
near a second, smaller bar.  They were separated by enough real estate that
the music didn't interfere too much from one stage to the next, but
standing in the doorway hearing both DJ's spinning different tunes was a
bit loud.

   Each girl grabbed their guy's hand and led him over to a table.  Sam and
Maura picked the smaller stage where 'Fantasia' was dancing.  A buxom
blond, she was giving the pole a good ride and was already completely nude,
probably nearing the end of her routine.  Jim and Elise headed for the main
stage where a black girl named 'Ebony' was dancing.  She had just gotten
started and was in some sort of Native American getup.  Zachary's was in
Mashpee, which had a fairly large population of Native Americans.  I
doubted that native girls danced like Ebony.  Molly was fascinated by her.
A scantily clad cocktail waitress came over, and I started a tab, pointing
out Jim and Elise and Sam and Maura over by the other stage and telling her
to take care of them, too, on the same tab.  Everyone was so entranced by
the dancers, that I didn't expect them to drink much.  We were all still
buzzing a bit from the wine and champagne and the blood was definitely
pumping, at least for the guys.  The girls seemed to be enjoying it, too. I
winked at Jim and he just smiled, shaking his head in amazement with Elise
sitting on his lap.  Probably a good thing, too.

   I ordered a drink for me and one for Molly who was still wide-eyed and
staring at Ebony and her routine.  She was down to just a bra and g-string
now and was bumping and grinding in some guys face who had just slipped her
a $5 bill.  Her tip garter was extremely high on her leg and she let the
guy slip it in very close to the inside of her thigh.  Molly held out her
hand and asked me for some singles.  Luckily, I had the doorman give me a
bunch of singles as change on the cover charge.  I handed her a few and she
went to the edge of the stage to an empty chair and put the bills one by
one onto the railing surrounding the stage.  Ebony caught sight of them and
came over to Molly quickly, nearing the end of her routine.  She smiled and
let Molly put the bill into the garter and gave her ass a good shake right
in Molly's face.  She danced around a bit and then lost the bra and
g-string, too.  Molly still had a couple of singles on the rail and Ebony
now came over and with her pussy nearly in Molly's face, let her slip the
last two singles into the garter.  I thought I could see Molly's hand
trembling as she did so, but couldn't be sure.  I knew Molly was certainly
not a lesbian, but this was obviously turning her on in a big way.

   I was so intent on watching Molly that I didn't notice Elise also
getting into the tip act, passing a few singles of her own over to Ebony
and getting a real close look at Ebony's ass and pussy.  Over my shoulder,
I could see Maura doing the same with a new dancer, 'Destiny', at the other
stage.  With Ebony's dance over, all of us moved over to sit with Sam and
Maura and watch Destiny, a slim brunette with long legs, but smallish tits.
The place was pretty quiet still, but was beginning to fill up, probably in
anticipation of the amatuer show that was supposed to start at 11 PM.  It
was only around 10 now.

   Molly was sitting on my lap sipping her drink when I whispered into her
ear, "Having fun?"

   She just smiled again, adding, "Not as much fun as I'm going to have."

   I wasn't sure if that was a reference to what she planned to do to me
later (my hope) or something else, but at this point in the relationship I
wouldn't doubt just about any wild thing Molly decided to do.  She was a
vixen, but she was *my* vixen.

   As the dancers came and went, the girls seemed to be enjoying this was
much as the Jim, Sam and myself.  I think we were all amazed that our
ladies would be caught dead in a place like this, nevermind actually
enjoying themselves.  There was a lot of rubbing and pawing between the
couples, and I think some of the other guys in the place were getting
pretty jealous of our lovely ladies.

   After Ebony's second set and Molly's obvious fascination with the buxom
dancer, I got the attention of our cocktail waitress and asked if Ebony did
lap dances.  They had a small alcove off to the side of the second stage
setup, but I hadn't seen anyone in there yet.  The waitress replied that
she did, but I think my next question surprised her.

   "Will she do a girl?"

   "I think so.  Never seen her give a private dance to a girl, but there's
no club rule against it."

   I asked her to try to arrange it and about 10 minutes later she came
back and gave me a wink.  Ebony came over and asked who the dance was for.
I pointed to Molly who was still intently watching 'Devon' -- a totally
stacked, but petite blond -- who was currently on stage.

   "Can I watch?" I asked, holding out another $20.

   Ebony nodded, smiled broadly, and said, "I'll dance for you both for
$40."

   I pointed to Molly again and Ebony tapped her on the shoulder.  Molly
almost looked scared when Ebony beckoned her over to the private area with
her index finger, but smiled and relaxed a bit when she saw that I was
joining her.  The other two couples remained in their seats, but divided
their attention between the lapdance that Molly and I were getting and
Devon.

   Molly and I sat side-by-side on the couch setup for the private dances
and Ebony began to do her thing, writhing and twisting to the music being
played for Devon.  She had on a skintight dress that clung to her in all
the right places and after dancing in that a little while and letting it
ride up her thighs, exposing her g-string, she backed up and motioned Molly
to unzip the back of her dress.  Molly's hands *were* shaking at this point
and she nervously zipped Ebony's white dress right down to her ass.  She
pulled back slowly and casually brushed Ebony's ass.

   "Careful," I offered.  "Touching usually isn't allowed, unless they're
touching you." Molly's eyes went wide, I think at the thought that Ebony
might touch her.

   As Ebony continued to dance and lose various articles of clothing --
first her bra and then her g-string -- Molly got more and more excited and
started to grab me in a few places that were getting me pretty worked up.
Ebony was gorgeous and did a great job alternating between myself and
Molly, sticking various parts of her body so close to each of us we could
almost taste them.  I got the sense Ebony didn't do this that much -- at
least not with a girl as the customer -- and I think we got a longer than
normal private dance because of it.  At the end, she gave Molly a peck on
the lips and went back to the dressing room area to get ready for her next
set.  Molly practically melted in my arms when Ebony walked away, gave my
cock another playful squeeze and then rose slowly and unsteadily.  Her head
was obviously swimming, both from the sexual excitement and the booze.

   At this point, the girls decided for another group trip to the bathroom.
It seemed to take a long time, but we had had another two or three rounds
since arriving and I'm sure everyone was pretty drunk by now.  Not to the
point of stumbling around, but as the Pink Floyd song goes, "Comfortably
Numb".  The three girls came back giggling almost uncontrollably and said
they'd be back in a little while.

   "Back?  From where?" came the almost simultaneous question from all
three guys.

   "You'll see," they answered in unison.

   At this point, I knew what was going on and was simply amazed.  It
didn't surprise me that my little vixen Molly had entered the contest, but
to convince both the other girls to join her just blew my mind.  I had been
controlling my cock pretty well all night, despite the beautiful women all
around and Molly dry humping my leg at various times throughout the night.
I was glad for dark color dress slacks which gave a little bit of room to
my aching member.  I'm sure the other guys were feeling it, too, but they
were both still dumbfounded and not aware of what was happening.  I decided
not to fill them in.

   About ten minutes after the girls left, the DJ shut down the smaller
stage and announced the start of the 'Amateur Night' contest.  One of the
bouncers had saved a few seats for us up front.  I assumed it was because
he was aware that our girls were in the contest.  Jim and Sam seemed to
finally be catching on and the smiles on their faces told me they approved.

   The contest started, but the first girl out wasn't one of "ours".  She
was cute, but didn't look like much competition for either of our three
ladies.  She was a little heavy and had smallish tits.  Not ugly by any
means, but nothing special either.  The next girl out was a real stunner.
She reminded me a bit of Elizabeth, Molly's sister, and had the same killer
bod.  Her face wasn't the best and she was obviously very nervous and could
barely strip.  She got through the routine, but just barely.

   I realized that neither of the guys had done any "tipping" of their own,
so I rushed out of my seat and got each guy $20 in singles and a $5.  I
still had enough to cover the tab (I hoped), but this was pretty much the
end of the budget.  They nodded when I handed them the singles, but I told
them to save 'em for our girls and they both smiled broadly again, still
not sure they believed what was happening.

   Somehow, our girls ended up being the final three out.  First up was,
Elise.  I could see Jim nearly blow his load when she burst out of the
curtains to her music.  You would have thought she was a pro, as she
strutted up and down the stage with authority.  All the girls had been
given costumes, and she was in some sort of Nurse fantasy outfit.  White
zipper front top.  Micro miniskirt and white stockings, obviously being
held up by a garter belt.  The stockings were showing nicely below the hem
-- if you could call it that -- of the miniskirt.  The outfit clung to her
athletic frame like it was painted on.  Elise continued to bumb-and-grind,
alternating use of the pole and strutting her thing up and down the stage.
Jim was slackjawed in his seat, but I nudged him hard in the arm and he put
up a whole bunch of his singles.  Elise came over and was free of her
miniskirt and top at this point.  She smiled at Jim and painfully slowly
unhitched each stocking and rolled it down her leg.  After she had removed
some of Jim's singles from the railing, letting him stuff a few into her
garter, she removed both her bra and panties, throwing them to him.  She
then gave him some very intimate attention, including some ass to crotch
action that had him fidgeting uncomfortably in his seat.  She swiped all
his money and finished her strip, to wild applause.  As Elise finished her
dance, she smiled all the way off stage, clutching a pretty good hunk of
cash.  It was probably the best take of the night so far for any of the
amateurs.  Jim looked exhausted, but it would have taken major surgery to
remove the smile on his face.

   I was thrilled to see Maura coming out next, because it meant that Molly
was going to be last.  Sam got his money up on the stage right away as
Maura came out from the curtain wearing a sexy cheerleader outfit.  The
outfit alone brought a roar from the crowd, and petite little Maura surely
caused some trouser tents to pop up, because she looked so young being as
small as she was.  She was a little more timid than Elise had been, but
still got a huge hand from the crowd, especially when she started to use
the pole and lose various articles from the cheerleaders outfit.  A
brilliant move on her part was to bring out some pom-poms, and when she
threw off her top, she used the pom-poms to playfully hide her tits from
view and only give the guys quick peeks.  She started to collect singles
fairly quickly as she went around the stage, but saved the best for last,
lingering in front of Sam and giving him various poses for each single that
she stuck into her borrowed garter.  When she was finally nude, having also
thrown her bra and panties to Sam, she left the stage to a roar, still
using the pom-poms to playfully "hide" from the crowd.  One pompom covered
her ass and another her breasts as she sashayed off the stage.

   I got more and more excited as I anticipated Molly's entrance and I
nearly made a mess of my dress pants as she came bursting from the curtains
to Van Halen's "Hot for Teacher", complete with little schoolgirl outfit.
She had on a plaid miniskirt, white kneesock/stockings, and a white men's
shirt cynched up and tied at her midriff.  She completed the look with a
pair of big "schoolgirl" glasses, a stack of books bound up by a leather
strap, and a black beret holding back her hair.  She was obviously at least
as comfortable (or drunk) as Elise had been and she moved up and down the
stage to David Lee Roth's voice with authority, flashing sexy looks at
several guys in the front row and giving me a wink as she went by.  I
quickly got some of my cash up on the railing and was treated to her first
article of clothing -- her miniskirt -- in exchange for a pair of singles.
Under her miniskirt was the white g-string panties that I had bought her
for her birthday.  Oh my god!  I thought back to the night on the boat and
my cock got even harder thinking about *that* strip show.  Molly moved down
the line, collecting singles with surprising frequency and treating a
couple of guys to her kneesock/stockings.  On the other side, she lost the
white shirt top -- revealing the matching bra I had bought -- and holding
it out and around a couple of guys heads, using it to bring them into her
chest for a closer look.  Needless to say she got a few extra singles out
of this action.  Down to bra and panties, she collected a few more singles
and gently set down her borrowed glasses and whipped the beret off,
swinging her wavy, auburn hair around and inciting more applause.  Next
came the bra and her music had changed to a slower song as she slowly and
painfully (at least for the guys watching) teased the bra off her gorgeous
tits.  With no props to hide behind, she proudly strut around the stage and
tossed me her bra.  She came to collect a few more of my singles and rubbed
her tits right in my face, to multiple hoots and hollar and "Me too's" from
the audience.  The bouncers were obviously letting this contact go knowing
she was with me.  The final part of her act was another slow removal of her
g-string and a few more struts around the stage, collecting more singles as
she went.  She tossed me the g-string, too, and gave me as good a
ass-to-crotch rub as Jim had gotten from Elise.  I understood his
uncomfortableness.  She made one more round of the stage, waved and
strutted off like she had been doing this for years.

   Jim, Sam and I were simply dumbstruck.  The girls had been amazing and
we couldn't believe how comfortable and professional they were.  I would
have chalked it up to us being infatuated with them anyway, but they had
the whole place going.  It was incredible.  The DJ asked for a final round
of applause and the girls strutted out one by one to various levels of
cheering.  We were cheering so loud for our girls when they each came out
for a curtain call that we couldn't hear much of anything else.  When the
DJ announced the winners, based on both audience approval and singles
collected (an interesting contest) it was 1-2-3 for our girls.  Maura took
third place, Elise second, and the winner is...

   "Contestant Number 7...  The Birthday Girl and our little Schoolgirl!"
The crowd roared and Molly made one more strut down the stage in her
borrowed fuck-me pumps, giving me another wink and a look of raw animal sex
appeal that I had seen from her a few times before...  usually right before
she jumped my bones.

   I was about to blow in my pants already and checked with the other guys.
The bouncer said the girls would likely come out the back stage entrance,
but that they were welcome to come back in if we were staying.  I figured
the other guys were as ready as I was to get back somewhere and get each of
our girls someplace quiet, so I settled the tab -- with $5 to spare -- and
we headed out to the limo.

   None of us could speak and a few guys came out after us and gave us the
"Thumps Up" sign.  We were physically drained from watching that display
and were barely feeling the alchohol, although we probably would the next
day.  One of the bouncers told the limo driver where to pull around to, and
we got in and drove to the rear entrance.

   The girls came out dressed back in their "civilian" clothes, all three
minus their underwear which each of us had tucked into our pant pockets. 
They were still on a high from their performances and each clutched a wad
of cash.  They were allowed to keep their "tips" and the prizes were $50,
$100, and $200 for third, second, and first.  Quite a haul for one night's
fun.  But the fun wasn't over yet.  The girls had one more suprise in them.

   "Well," Molly started to say just as the limo door closed.  She was
obviously sexually charged, and the next thing out of her mouth was... 
"You've seen us naked, now it's your turn!"

   And with that...  the ladies attacked!

   I had barely closed and locked the privacy screen in the UP position
after asking the driver to head back when Molly was tearing at my belt and
pants.  I could see that the girls had planned this, too, and the other
guys were unsuccessfully fighting off their ladies advances, although not
trying too hard.  The three of us just looked at each other and shrugged.
The initial shock that we were all going to be having some sort of sex in
the back of this limo was dampened by the realization that we *had* already
seen each others girlfriends stark naked in a room full of men.  We were
all friends and if this is what the girls wanted, who were we to deny them
after those performances.  I could see these thoughts going through both
Sam and Jim's head as the girls almost in unison released our cocks from
their pants and began to give each of us blowjobs.  We submitted easily and
I quickly got rid of the rest of my clothes as Molly nearly inhaled my rock
hard dick.  I reached up under her dress, knowing I wouldn't meet the
resistance of underwear, and began to finger her slit, eliciting immediate
moans and sighs.

   In Molly's case, she was going to get what she wanted on her birthday.
Her father had told me to make sure she had a good time, and I intended to
follow those instructions to the letter.

   As Molly continued to worship my cock, I managed to unzip the back of
her dress and wriggle her out of it.  I shifted my position in the
back-most seat a bit and she took the hint and straddled my face, getting
into a wonderful sixty-nine, comfortably spread across the back seat.  When
I put my tongue and hands to Molly's slit and ass she was already swollen
and her clit was completely engorged.  I had barely touched her with my
tongue, working for only a couple of minutes, when she exploded in the
first of *many* orgasms in the back seat of the limo, grinding her pussy
into my face and removing my cock from her mouth long enough to send out
another first of the night...  a rousing "Oh Yeah!  I'm C-C-Coming!" I was
pretty proud of myself for being the first to bring my lady to orgasm, and
Jim was the first to blow for the guys, shooting his load deep into Elise's
mouth.  She was also naked by now and I watched long enough to see her
hungrily gulp down his semen, seemingly not missing a drop.  They quickly
switched positions and he began to eat her pussy with gusto.

   Sam and Maura were also hooked up into a sixty-nine and both were so
heated up that they exploded simultanously only a minute or so after Jim's
orgasm.  Sam blew his load into Maura's mouth and she practically
suffocated him squeezing her thighs against his head in the throws of her
own orgasm.  Seeing this, I couldn't take it anymore and I groaned loudly
and came into Molly's waiting mouth.  She moaned and hungrily kept sucking
and I turned my attention away from the others and began to tongue her
pussy again.

   I was amazed that with all the alchohol in my system, I was hard as a
rock again before even going limp.  I'm sure this was helped by a
combination of things.  Molly's expert oral work and the sight of two other
couples sucking the hell out of each other among them.  The still vivid
memory of all three of these ladies on stage was another.  The moan from
Elise as Jim sucked her into the "Lim-O" club wasn't hurting either and she
roared, "OH...  GOD...  YES," and exploded.

   Molly and I had the best seat in the house as we were able to work on
each other and still have a good view of the rest of the action on the long
side-facing seat of the limo.  It was amazing how natural this felt, but we
were all so incredibly sexually excited that inhibitions -- the little that
were left after the stripping -- were long gone.  The whole limo cabin
smelled of raw sex and was just adding to the excitement levels.

   As the limo merged onto the highway and the ride smoothed out a bit, I
sat up and Molly mounted me facing me and giving me a chance to lick and
suck her breasts and nipples as she bounced up and down with abandon on my
pole.  I alternated breast worship with a few peeks at what the others were
doing, and Molly did the same, occasionally reaching around to massage my
balls while catching a glimpse of what positions the others were taking.

   Elise was once again working on Jim's cock and once he was hard again --
it didn't take long -- she got on all fours in the center of the cabin and
motioned for him to enter her doggy-style.  They were both facing us and
had big smiles on their faces when they saw us watching.  While those two
were banging away like that, Sam and Maura had continued their sixty-nine
with Maura the first to enter the double-orgasm club, once again clamping
down hard on Sam's head.  As she came down, she got up and with him still
laying down, mounted him reverse-cowgirl and began to squeeze and fondle
his balls.  We could tell that Sam was close to his second explosion and
Maura gave a few more squeezes.  "Oh yeah," Sam moaned and exploded into
Maura's tiny frame with a loud groan.  Somewhat spent, these two cuddled
together and enjoyed the show for a little while, smiling at Molly and me
as we watched them come down from two fabulous orgasms each.

   Molly joined the double-O club next as she alternated bouncing herself
up and down on my shaft with slow grinding strokes, forcing her clit
against my pubic bone.  Soon, she threw back her head and literally
growled, "Oh fuck that is soooo GOOOOD!" With that she exploded a second
time and then spun around and mounted me again, this time facing away from
me but towards the center of the cabin.  In this position, she could grab
and squeeze my balls at will and I could reach around and squeeze her firm
tits for all they were worth.  My mouth was a little bored, but the
squeezing and fucking was bringing Molly to another orgasm almost
immediately.  It happened so fast, I wasn't sure if it was still her second
or if she had moved on to a third, but I was counting it as three.  I'm
damn competitive.  Molly wasn't about to let me fall too far behind, but at
the sight and sound of Molly's third, Elise exploded again while Jim was
drilling her HARD from behind.  She laid her face on the floor of the limo
to give him even more leverage and exploded with another "OH YEAH!  FUCK ME
HARD!" chorus.  With that Jim blew his second load of the night deep into
Elise's cunt and groaned himself.  Now Molly was really working my balls
and just seconds after Jim, I let loose another shot into Molly's snatch
and used her tits to pull her back towards me and kissed her passionately,
our tongues fighting for space in each others mouths.

   With everyone having come twice (at least), I was sure that we were
done, but Sam and Maura having watched the action for so long, were about
to put on their own show.  Sam had Maura lay down in the middle of the
cabin and stick her ass into the air.  He went to work on her pussy first,
but then moved the action back a little and started tongueing Maura's ass.
She was obviously enjoying this and began to moan and pound her fists into
the floor of the limo.  Normally something you'd think you'd want to do in
private, as Molly and I had done for the first time on her father's boat,
Sam and Maura were obviously comfortable enough with this act that they
were willing to perform for the rest of us.  Molly was enjoying the show
and took my now limp cock into her hands and began to play with it, trying
to urge it back to life.  By this point, Maura was thrashing about wildly
and begging Sam, "Fuck my ass, Sam...  FUCK MY ASS!" He obliged but not
before wetting his cock a little bit in her pussy.  He made several strokes
to get lubed up, but before he could even get into much of a rythym, Maura
was once again begging him, "Please, SAM!  FUCK MY ASS!".  Sam pulled out
of her cunt and slowly stuck his once again hard and now slippery cock into
Maura's ass.  She took it all in once stroke and based on the "YES!" and
"HARDER!" that was coming from her mouth -- along with some other stuff
that was actually unintelligible -- was enjoying the pounding that Sam was
starting to give her ass.

   Watching this was obviously having the intended affect on both of the
remaining couples.  Elise was once again sucking Jim's cock, while keeping
both eyes on Sam and Maura, and Molly was doing the same to my cock, which
was getting hard again.  Maura continued to cry out in ecstasy and as Sam
got close to dumping his own load, he reached around and began to rub
Muara's tits with one hand and her slit with the other.  That was it. 
Maura lost it and Sam pumped twice more and turned beet red.  His third
spending of the night was deposited into it's third hole of the night.  He
had successfully fucked Maura's mouth, pussy and ass in the span of about
30 minutes.  They were both exhausted and collapsed right there on the
floor, not even bothering to climb up onto the seat.

   With Jim's cock hard, Elise had mounted him again in the position that
Molly and I had first used and he was working over her smallish tits with
abandon while she impaled her self time after time on his cock.  Molly had
gotten on her hands and knees across the back seat and guided me into her
waiting pussy.  We started off slow at first, but very quickly picked up
the paces until we were fucking like animals.  Never the quiet one when she
was really having fun, Molly began to cry out and moan, "Fuck...  me... 
hard...  baby.  Really...  give...it...  to...  me...  hard!" I was trying
my best and Elise and Jim were fucking like mad too, having spun Elise
around so that Jim could rub her tits and slit more effectively.

   They could finally hold out no longer and seconds after Elise screamed
in delight, Jim followed with a gutteral groan of his own and they both
fell over in the seat, still humping slowly and carressing each other. 
Molly and I were watching this and she came for the forth time as I reached
around -- using Sam's method -- and stimulated her clit and tits with
alternate hands.  As she came for the fourth time, I followed suit and as
we collapsed on the back seat I whispered in her ear, "Happy Birthday.  I
love you."

   We were all absolutely exhausted at this point and clothes were
scattered all over the cabin.  I laughed to myself, thinking that it looked
like a suitcase has self-descructed as I looked around.  Unfortunately, we
soon felt the limo exit the highway and knew we didn't have much time to
pull ourselves together before we arrived at our first stop.  We dressed as
quickly as our exhausted bodies would allow.  The girls didn't even bother
to retrieve their bra's or panties from the guy's pockets.

   Jim and Elise were first, and as we dropped them off, Elise and Molly
gave each other a big hug.  I shook Jim's hand and we smiled at each other
and shook our heads in unison.  They both wished Molly a "Happy Birthday"
and went inside their rented cottage.  I think Jim still had to drive home,
but something told me he'd be staying over.

   We dropped Sam and Maura off next.  Hugs and handshakes were exchanged
again and Sam and I also shared a cat-that-got-the-mouse look.  Maura also
gave me a huge hug, which suprised me, but I returned it gladly.

   "We had a great time tonight, guys!  Thanks so much and thank your
father, too, Molly," Maura added.

   "Unbelievable, man," was all Sam could offer.  "Be sure to invite us to
your next birthday party!"

   We waved and said goodnight and finally headed for Molly's house.  After
tipping the limo driver -- actually Molly did out of her "winnings" -- and
sending him on his way Molly and I just hugged each other at the front door
for a while.

   "Good birthday?" I asked, pretty sure of the answer.

   "The best," Molly answered.
   "Happy Birthday again, sweetie."