Quantum Fuck: 17> Easter in Amsterdam (Part 1)
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: For those rather expecting this first part/chapter of book 2 to start with a bang, I'm sorry to disappoint. It does, however, end with one, suggesting that, my long weekend in Amsterdam wasn't quite anti-climatic after all (see recap).

Author's note: As with book 1, the individual chapters/parts will be available in an e-reader/Kindle version, however, I am having to wait for the delivery of a Kindle, in order to get the point size of the text right.

What with the time space between producing and then publishing the 16 parts/chapters of this second e-book, then, much like the continuation of a ‘cliff-hanger' at the end of a yearly TV series, I'll briefly recap the necessary points from the last chapter of e-book 1: ‘Night at a nightclub'.

Sarah, a close work colleague, had me join her at a rural nightclub. It was themed, and that night we dressed as secretaries, which our day job pretty much is. I quickly discovered it was a private nightclub, one where patrons could have casual sex; the women initiating it. Having a personal rule about not fucking in a nightclub, chiefly because it wasn't expected or tolerated, I made my excuse, returned to my ‘jeep' as Sarah had called my 4 X 4, and leapt into her body. It was while I had sex with guys and girls in her body, that I felt my Amsterdam trip would be anti-climatic by comparison.

Having left her body and not reeking of sex, I happened upon two geeks who fucked me in the parking area and over someone's car. Back in the club, I joined in with Sarah and at least one of the girls from earlier. After that, and laid on the flattened out seats of my 4 x 4, Sarah had her way with me, something that cushioned the blow, somewhat, when she informed me that the whole thing in the club had been filmed. She also enlightened me to something, something I was intent on finding out more about when we got back to my apartment...!

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"Steady on, Sarah," I exclaimed as, having closed and locked the door to my flat, she spun me around and almost continued from part way through when she was doing me.

What she'd told me about her vague recollection of when I possessed her body, had garnered my interest, enough that, before there would be any sex play between us, I wanted, I had to know more!

"Right, that's better; besides which, I'm supposed to be fucking you."

"A bit of encouragement, that's all," Sarah rejoined, as she removed her cream hue jacket in readiness.

"What I mean is, you've left me a lot to think about; starring, and unwittingly so, in a porn movie for one," I averred, hoping that Sarah would be concerned enough to cool her engine.

"Don't forget, I willingly took part in it also. Besides, it'll probably be sold outside of the UK," she rejoined, convincingly.

"So, that was your third time," I recalled Sarah mention, and had her follow me to the lounge where we sat on a cocoa brown leather sofa.

"Yeah. I must confess, that was the first time I'd actually had sexual relations. I couldn't have done it without you for company. Sorry for the way that came out, it almost sounds as if I used you, Julie." ‘On the contrary,' I thought, as she continued. "Mind you, I hope I made up for it afterwards." Which she did. But I wanted to find out about the other.

"So, you enjoyed yourself with it, then," I began, like planting a seed that...!

"Too fucking right, I did. I'm like you, I need a regular warm injection as Alf sang." That being an innuendo from a song.

"I was elsewhere, getting fucked by two geeks before I came and found you." All of which was true.

"The strangest thing was..."

‘Yes, come on, Sarah, tell,' my mind regaled.

"...it was as if an inner force was encouraging me to do what I realised I was doing. Don't get me wrong, I most certainly wanted what I did to happen and enjoyed it. It just felt, well, unlike me," she elucidated, and quite perfectly for my mind.

"I see. Well, could it have been you losing your inhibitions to have sex there this time."

"I did knock back a couple of brandies before I set off; for Dutch courage, so they could have added to it."

"That possibly could have contributed to things," I suggested, choosing my words carefully so that I didn't lie to Sarah.

‘So,' I realised, from what she'd told me, ‘It would appear I have a third power. One that allows me to possess the woman (I deplore the term subject) who's body I've leapt into, and as if I were a passenger; that being when I'm inside their fully conscious body. Then, I am able to sense their feelings but have no control over what they do; until now it seemed.'

Filled with interest, which showed in my warm expression, I was determined to find out more. That would have to wait until after my long weekend in Amsterdam, when I could see if it had limitations on those I found myself inside; then again, how do I make it happen. Right then, though, there was the lovely Sarah to take care of. I'd promised her a good fucking after she'd done me and a good fucking she was going to get; on my bed, though, which, having fixed us both a couple of drinks, was where I had her follow.

Placing our vodka tonics on the cabinet beside my double bed, I had Sarah sit on the duvet up by the headboard. Knelt, feline-like, beside, and over her right leg, I first kissed her maroon lips, the ones that had sucked several cocks and licked my and other pussies. ‘Emn, it was a quite heady taste,' I noticed when I probed her mouth with my tongue.

Still kissing Sarah, I unbuttoned her green blouse, ready to give as good as I got. With Sarah's buttons all but fully undone, I shaped my hands to, and covered her warm naked tits. Our tongues were fighting, franticly almost, when I pulled on each of her rock hard nipples; like bullets, almost, they were.

"How's that, Sarah," I exclaimed, pulling on them, but not enough to induce unwarranted pain.

"Fuck, yes, more," she cried out, my mouth stifling her otherwise shrieks when she presently came.

Recomposed from her climax, I ripped my blouse open and quickly unsnapped my bra. I then pushed my tits against Sarah's hardened nipples as I grasped her straightened hair and drew her head to mine. This time my kiss was fervent, and my tongue, much like a man's cock, sought out her throat.

"Hurmngh," she murmured as, with my other hand, I stroked her naked cunt, feeling, as I did, the slime from the men who'd shot their spunk inside her. That only encouraged me all the more, and it wasn't long before I had my entire fingers inside Sarah's pussy while my thumb agitated her thick throbbing clit.

"Fuck, yes, Julie, make me cum, make me cum, make me fucking cum." Oh, I did, alright. Momentarily retracting my fingers, I subsequently had my whole hand inside Sarah's dripping wet pussy. I wouldn't say I was fisting her, exactly, since my fingers remained in a narrow tipped phallic state as I fucked Sarah to orgasm.

After that, I held my cum doused fingers to my nose, breathing in Sarah's essence, which was a mixture of male semen and her heavenly scent. I then licked them one at a time in front of her, emitting a grateful yet lustful smile as I did.

"You certainly enjoyed yourself, I must say. If only you could taste yourself and see," I teased, before moving my hands to undo her skirt.

After another dip in that delicious cunt of hers, I smeared the goo-like mixture over the areola of Sarah's breasts before doing likewise to her distended nipples. I then gestured Sarah to move up the bed so that her head and shoulders were resting on the pillows.

"Emn," I murmured, as I licked around each of her nipples, grazing them only, until I'd completed my self-affirmed task.

"Now for your nipples," I said, and as I licked and then sucked the right one, I slowly motioned my nylon clad leg between Sarah's and specifically along the crease of her humid wet sex.

"Fuck, Julie, that's lovely. Emn, use your teeth on them," she urged; whereupon, and with my lips guarding them, I moved my head, in an almost sawing motion, from side to side, all the while working on her with my knee and thigh, the top of which was noticeably moist from her permeation.

"You won't be needing these," I said, and soon had her hold ups off. I then, sat over her, took a hand in turn and restrained it to the headboard.

Gazing down at the fully naked woman on my bed, I took in every curve of the body, which, earlier on, I had leapt into. Her pussy lips gleamed in the light of my bedside lamp, which had our drinks, barely touched, beside it.

"I'm going to eat you, Sarah. I'm going to slide and slither my warm wet tongue up inside your horny cunt and lick all the cum juice from it," I teased, moments before I undid my skirt and whisked it up over my head and arms. "But first, first I've got what may be a surprise for you," I intoned, not knowing if Sarah was one for adult toys.

Where I work most Saturday's I get a favourable discount. Having climbed off the bed and removed my thong, I opened the draw in the cabinet and took out...

"A rabbit!" Sarah exclaimed. Well, what single horny girl/woman, doesn't have one.

With the toy turned on to a moderate setting, I'd only just put new batteries in it that evening, I held it out towards her bullet-like nipples while I had a sip of my drink; the first one that evening, in view of the fact I was the driver.

"That hits the spot," I exclaimed, gleefully, and touched the vibrating tip of the toy, not the actual rabbit, to Sarah's left nipple.

"Fuck, yes," she, her restrained body, squirmed, before I did likewise to the right teat and once more suckled the left. Seemingly, from my attention, it appeared more bulbous than it was a short while ago.

Not bothering to restrain Sarah's legs, as I wanted to get at her ass as well, I hoisted them up, back and out; an action which unpursed her lips and partially revealed the hard, horny stalk - her clit - above them.

"Here, bunny," I teased; whereupon, and having changed the vibe to a lower setting, I touched the tip against the mini-cock like muscle, causing Sarah to flinch at its faintest of touches.

"Fuck, yes, emn. Don't tease me, put it inside," Sarah appealed.

"I must. You did, after all, have me become a pornstar," I reminded her.

Without hesitation, I lowered my head and slowly slid my flattened out tongue along and up Sarah's moist permeating cleft. As I did, I wiggled the tip to skim the inner surface of her pink inflamed pussy.

Of course, and as one would expect, especially since her hands were restrained, Sarah continued to moan, squirm and plead, but to no avail. I was far from finished as I turned my attention to her ass, the once puckered one that had been fucked so intensely, both when I was inside her and no doubt while I was enjoying the double fuck from the geeks afterwards.

"They fucked your lovely tight ass pretty good, Sarah, but now... (pausing to stab my tongue at it) ...it's my turn," I averred.

Breathing in her overall musky arousal, I began by teasing the base of Sarah's leaking pussy and then drifted onto her perineum, that tiny area of flesh between her delicious cunt and anus, to which I applied light swirling strokes before slithering down to her upturned asshole.

Not one for sticking my tongue in another woman's butt, I nevertheless teased the exposed flesh while stroking and agitating Sarah's clit. Subsequently, and in a short while, my ministrations soon imbued another fulfilling climax.

‘Time for the rabbit,' I concluded. And as I slowly teased the tip into her welcoming needy pussy, Sarah sighed continuously, even when I once more used my own tongue to suck and lick her hardened, exposed and sticky clit instead of the actual rabbit.

"How does that feel?" I intoned, while I slowly motioned my toy back and forth, around and around, and did my best to tongue Sarah to yet another climax. After that, and with the toy embedded in her cooze, I directed the ‘Rabbit' to her clit.

"Fuck, yes," she exclaimed. Thankfully, I had my hand poised in readiness and quickly stifled her euphoric cries of sheer and utter ecstasy when it touched her sensitive clit. ‘Not so fucking loud,' my mind responded, as I moved up on her and soon replaced the hand with my lips.

"Hurmngh," she vociferated, along with other murmurs, as I induced yet another climax with my favoured toy.

Not long after, and having removed it from her hopefully satisfied pussy, I lowered myself part way down and, holding her sex part way exposed with my left hand, directed my swollen nipple to Sarah's wet opening and trailed it along the cleft a few times.

"Right," I exclaimed afterwards; whereupon, I manoeuvred myself into a 69 position, and between us, we brought the other to a glorious climax. Raising my head, once she'd cum, I couldn't help but look at us, reflected in my wardrobe mirror.

Come the morning, and having driven Sarah to the train station, she wished me well on my Easter break, even though we had four days of work together before then. Thanking her, I mentioned that, after the previous evening, it may be anti-climatic by comparison, before giving her a parting kiss—on her cheek.

Amsterdam proper:

Following on from the 60-minute plane flight from Heathrow, I got the train to Amsterdam itself and arrived just after noon. Although, yes, it was busy, I was not expecting there to be as many people, especially on the train, where, as a result of the crowding, I had my shapely ass groped. A girl like me can't get enough attention in that department, so it looked like my weekend break would be quite eventful after all.

Consulting the map the travel agent gave me, I quickly found and checked into my hotel accommodation for the next three nights. I'd intentionally selected one that was close to the red light area. For those of you reading this, the legalised prostitutes, when they're not with company, parade themselves in shop front windows. Then, when they have a customer, a drape is pulled across the window.

I've always wanted to see inside one such establishment, and from my hotel window I was in leap range of the first few. That would have to wait until later, much later. Having unpacked my carry all, I went to find a McDonald's.

After my lunch, I went looking for a sex shop; one that sold video's, DVD's etc. In one part of the store, there were few customers there, I caught a glimpse of a box cover and had to check what I saw. Rules governing the content of stories on this site, forbid me from explicitly describing what I caught a glimpse of. However, one of the two subjects had more than two legs.

I quickly stepped away and to the other side of the store. Then I saw it. There, on a shelf, was the video that Sarah and I, in and out of her body, had starred in. ‘I've just got to get this,' my mind raced, if only to see what Sarah, I, looked like as she got fucked, along with all the other goings on that were filmed; no doubt with plenty of camera zoom close-ups.

My euphoric reaction hadn't gone unnoticed by a group of four guys. Local lads, I realised from their Dutch English, something that, from working in a central London sex shop on Saturday's, I was used to.

My cheap hotel didn't have a DVD player, let alone an adult TV channel. I dare say one of this quartet have got one we can watch this on, all while I get some Dutch salami inside me, and I'm not talking about on a pizza.

"I'll take this," I said, emitting a joyous smile, pleased with my purchase and what would follow.

Turning towards them as I left, I gave a minxy wink, and loudly whispered: "See you outside."

I didn't have to wait long, both for them to emerge and then escort me the short distance along one of the many narrow roads to Rudd's apartment.

"You like this sort of thing, Julie?" enquired Eric, having caught sight of the cover as I handed him the film.

"It's a joke for a friend back home. I actually work in a sex shop in London," I informed them, as I undid the buttons on my blouse in readiness to get hammered by their Dutch treats. [Excuse the puns, I'll try to keep them to a minimum]

As the credits rolled, the film showed short snippets, foretasters, of some of the explicit action and attributed a fictitious name to the girl shown - Sarah was ‘Lucy Loveless' while the girl known as ‘Jill' was Lusty (an anagram of sluty) Linda. There was, off and on, quite a lot of close ups, I noticed, as I got acquainted with the four Dutch cocks that were presented to me - each one hard, long and thick.

They wanted to fuck, and I was happy to let them. One at a time two at a time in my mouth as I sucked and fucked my mouth and lips up and down their firm erections, catching the cum of whichever of them climaxed, on my face lips and tongue until they were all spent. After that, they almost tore my clothes from me, wanting to get at my tits and my quite horny wet pussy.

My moans of sheer utter pleasure were stifled by Brion's lips and probing tongue while each of my tits, my pussy and clit were similarly tongue teased by the other three; even my ass wasn't spared three fat fingers that chiselled away inside it. Was I going to be railed or what, I hungered, as their concentrative attention brought me to not one or two, but three successive climaxes; they even managed to make me squirt, something that only rarely happened.

In little time at all, my cunt was awash with a mixture of my cum and squirt fluid. Their dicks were as hard as stone. Almost immediately, the first one was inside me while I was urged to suck the others in turn.

‘Fucking lovely, fucking yes,' my mind regaled, only to catch sight of myself in Sarah's body being fucked. ‘Emn, I had no idea I was that fucking good,' I commended myself, just before the clip changed to show Jill. Sure enough, and as I had guessed, she had two dicks in her ass. I cracked a smile at being right, an expression that was not unnoticed by my hosts.

"You like that," Brion averred.

"If by that, you mean am I partial to having two cocks where the sun doesn't shine -" was all I managed to get out, before I was hoisted above Daley, who's cock soon filled my ass, followed by that of Brion's, which was helped and eased by lube; there was no way my tight little sphincter would take their combined girth otherwise.

Once again - and if you read the first 16 chapter's, you'll know that I like to be vocal, especially when I'm fucked up the ass - a cock stifled my usual erotic encouragements.

"Fuck my ass, fuck me in my ass," I managed to get out, whenever they changed over, Brion as well. From him, I got a deep acrid taste of my ass juice mixed with what I could swear was passion fruit. The taste of that exotic fruit is enough to drive me wild. Since the DVD was some 150 minutes long...!

Having braced my hands on the backrest of the black leather sofa, I rode their cocks, rode them like a championship jockey.

Shortly thereafter, and with my pussy and clit somewhat neglected, I appealed for some attention there.

Immediately, and acrobatically with it - they, not me - I had Brion below me in a natural cock in cunt position; Daley probing my ass while part knelt down; Rudd above me in a crab-like position, his long cock just about reaching my ass and enough to give it an in and out seeing to in tandem with Daley; and all while I got my mouth fucked by, first Eric, then Rudd and Daley.

I was fucked like that for some while and in numerous positions thereafter: In pairs, sandwiched between them stood up; normal DP and reverse DP, being something I chiefly enjoy as I can fuck my open ass up and down the cock beneath me; sat astride one on an armchair, his cock in either orifice while the second, stood on the armrest, worked my lips, mouth and head back and forth on his humongous dick.

If fucking was an Olympic game sport, this quartet would win gold every time. Hell, why isn't it. After the watershed, when all the kiddies are in bed. I can guarantee you that the TV ratings would be the highest they'd been for quite some years.

"Fuck me, fuck me, come on, make me cum again. Fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, fuck my mouth, glur," I spluttered, as Brion did just that.

"Fuck, I'm...fucked," I eventually exclaimed, figuring they wouldn't get the British ‘knackered', which I most certainly was.

"Emn, you haven't cum, guys," I somewhat empathised, staring at their still hard cocks, each one covered in a noticeable slick sheen of my pussy juice.

"We shower first," Rudd exclaimed. Well, their bodies, more than that of mine, were showing signs of perspiration.

In the bathroom, they had me get in the bath and then they also got in.

‘Oh—oh!' my mind responded, when I realised they meant a ‘golden shower'.

I can be kinky at the best of times, but this, what happened, that was a first for me.

Sorry, my sincerest apologies if this seems in any way gross, but, you know, it was just like a normal warm shower. Thankfully, I wasn't, as I had noticed on the box cover of another DVD in the sex shop, expected to, well, gulp...!

As it trickled on me, I couldn't help but play with my nipples and stroke myself. ‘Now would I get their cum.' Of course. Thick, glob like white streams of hot sticky spunk were showered over my already wet body. I held my hands palm up to catch some and then licked it off as more strings cascaded onto me; my 38DD tits and my black hair, matted from all the fucking and showers.

Once they had finished, I was allowed the time to take a proper shower, however, the slut and somewhat whore in me - we were in Amsterdam after all - declined gracefully. My body smelt of sex, male musk and spunk plus, and I have to say it felt sublimely exhilarating to be that way.

Back in Rudd's lounge, and as I got dressed, they not bothering, the part of the video where I returned to the club was playing. It was only a short while before Brion noticed.

"Look, that's Julie,"

"You're a! Pornstar!" Rudd, then Eric exclaimed, while Daley was gobsmacked. Well, I suppose I was, albeit unintentionally.

Just then, and to a man, they all got down on their knees and did the ‘I'm not worthy' chant from Wayne's World - hand gestures and all. ‘Come on, guys, you're embarrassing me,' I felt like saying, however, and if only for this one-off occasion, I gloried in their accolade. It was a long weekend and I had a feeling they wouldn't be going anywhere.

Taking the DVD, which was almost finished, with me, I thanked them for the afternoon's fun and frolics, resisting kissing each one's cock, as I knew where that would lead.

As I made my way, almost dreamily, along the narrow mid-afternoon Dutch walkways, I warmed to my appearance on the video disc and suddenly had a change of heart to fucking in a nightclub; but only if it was expected. ‘I may even return for another session on my own,' I considered, only to recall, it was Sarah who got the tickets.

Em, if I can, as she intimated, take over her body that way, then surely I should be able to get inside her mind and find out.

There, I must leave it. With two full days left and Monday morning, it looked as if my weekend wouldn't be the anti-climax I envisaged, after all.

In part two of my break, I leapt into...! And, if that wasn't enough slap and tickle, on the Sunday I let a group of ruffians harshly debauch me.

Authors note: For those of you who missed episode 1: ‘the Building site', like a certain TV series, Julie has the ability to enter, and take over, the bodies of other women, in particular conservative ones who are somewhat out of touch with, or of, their female sexuality.