Story © euro_salamander

After seeing just how long Lizard-Boy's tongue was, Shayla wasn't wasting a minute trying it out. Fuck, she wasn't even waiting to take him *home*. Why should she, when she knew (from a previous night of fun) that there was a store room close by that was often left unlocked. The crowd was so worked up at that point that she barely needed to try and be stealthy. A speedy slither through the dancefloor, a quick check to make sure nobody was watching, and voíla, they had privacy.

Shayla almost got the door closed, but the stud was game and he pulled her in for some serious kissing as soon as they were even halfway through the door, and she promptly had better things on her mind. He quickly proved to be a very good kissed, and their hands were frantically pawing and tearing at eachother as his long tongue wrestled with hers. Pretty soon they backed into some stacked boxes, and she felt his fingers slide in between her thighs. He paused for a moment when he noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties (she never did while at parties), but Shayla used the opportunity to make a grab for the bulge in his pants, which filled her hand wonderfully. That set him off again, and it wasn't long before he grabbed the back of her knees and effortlessly lifted her up on some boxes.

Shayla was so worked up at that point she could hardly breathe, and she wanted him so bad, but the music coming in through the partially opened door drowned out whatever she tried to say. Apparently she didn't need to, because as soon as she was in position, Lizard Boy began kissing his way down her front, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle nips from her neck, to her nipples, on to her stomach and finally down betwen her legs. He paused there for a moment, seemingly admiring the view, but then he lunged forward and it was all she could do to just hold on.

She'd had reptile tongues in her before, that one night when she had a threeway with Katrina and her husband, but this was on an entirely different level. That tongue kept bucking and slithering around so fast she could never *quite* pin down what shape it was before another shiver made her lose track. He had speed, technique, and above all else, *enthusiasm*. He went down on her like a man starving, and while she could usually hold out a fair bit, this one caught her by surprise, and the moment he closed his lips around her clit and sucked *hard* she came so hard she could vaguely feel her tail swatting his legs.

He stayed in place the whole time the orgasm was rampaging through her body, and when she finally slumped down, he gently reeled in his tongue (where was he *keeping* all that?) and gave her pussy a gentle kiss.

Oh this guy was getting it *good*.

Any guy that shows a lady that good a time should be rewarded, and as soon as Shayla could feel her legs again, she pushed the reptilian stud away a little as she got on her feet, then grabbed his shirt and tugged him into position. He seemed a bit surprised, but he quickly got onboard as she got in his personal space and almost started mauling him. While her mouth busied his, her hands got to work on freeing that nice schlong of his. The zipper was easy enough, but his dick was stuffed down his leg and so hard by now that she had to give it a few hard tugs to get it out. He grunted a bit at this, but actually seemed to like it, which she found ever so cute.

Squatting down in front of him, she didn't waste any time admiring his cock (though it was pretty nice), but rather went right to work blowing him. Shayla was an old hand at this, and she had to admit she liked watching him respond to her skills. She sucked, gobbled, jerked, fondled and even nibbled on the shaft a little, all of which worked him up even more. It was obvious who was in charge here, and any attempt to try and get control was met by a slight closing of her teeth. He stopped at once when she did that, but she could see his chest heavy all the more for it.

There were several times when she felt that he was approaching the edge, which showed pretty well by his abs tightening up, but he kept from climaxing every time, by the barest of margins. Not many guys could make that boast, and while she wouldn't mind a good blast of cum in her mouth, she took it as a good sign.

This one would last a while.

Shayla was just giving Lizard Boy's cock another nibbling when he put his hands around her head and gently wrenching her away from him. She was about to protest when he lifted her up into another furious kiss. They got furter into it with barely a moment's pause, their mouths almost assaulting eachother while she jerked his dong and she felt him slide two fingers up her by-now-drenched pussy.

They stayed that way for a moment, but then he slid his fingers out and grabbed her hips, trying to twist. She immediately knew what he want, and she turned around, rubbing her butt against his raging hard-on. He didn't waste any time trying to accomodate her, but they were so frantic and impatient at that point, both twisting this way and that to get things started that it took a few tries before she felt the tip of his cock push up against her wet opening.

And with one hard thrust he buried himself inside her to the hilt. The thrust was so hard is actually lifted Shayla up on her tippy-toes, and all she could do was just *moan* as she finally got to feel him inside her.

He quickly proved that he wasn't a slacker in this department either, and pretty soon he was doing her so hard and fast it was nothing short of a miracle that she barely heard her own gasps and squeeks, and the wet slapping noises over the music. She was getting weak in the knees from the pounding he was giving her, and at some point he gave another of those mighty thrust, and she just collapsed forward over the boxes. She barely had enough sense to hold on for dear life and not shout as he gave her the dicking of a lifetime, and some small part of her brain felt a thin trickle of her juices running down the inside of her thighs.

This was some of the best sex she'd had in a while, and while she loved a proper stud going to town on her, a sliver of pride tickled her brain. She couldn't let this stud have all the fun could she?

Decision made, she somehow got one hand on his chest and one foot on his thigh, and with a mighty shove she pushed him into another stack of boxes. He managed to keep his balance for a moment, but he didn't have time for more than a puzzled look before she pounced on him, clinging to his upper body and overbalancing him, and he fell flat on his back. A sharp succession of puncturing sounds told her that the spines on his back had gone through the tops of the cardboard boxes. Good. Maybe that'd help him stay put.

She kept her mouth on him, kissing and biting his neck while she held his cock in an iron grip, using her free hand to swat his away whenever he tried to touch her. He was insistent, but soon enough she let go of his cock to pin his hands out wide, and she flashed him a grin that told him in no uncertain terms that she was in charge now. He actually grinned at that, and she felt him stop resisting, instead grabbing the tops of some adjacent stacks. Good boy.

Dominance established, Shayla put both hands on his chest and slowly lowered herself onto his diamond-hard erection. He slid in effortlessly as wet as they both were by now, and his eyelids fluttered just a little when her groin touched his, having hilted him completely. He filled her out so nice, she wasted no time but instead started riding him hard.

Up and down, side to side, front to back, she rode him every way she knew how, and it was clear he enjoyed the motions as much as she did. At one point she glanced to the side, and seeing her silhouette bouncing up and down on that thick shaft just spurred her on even faster.

*Damn* this was some good dick!

Shayla's pussy was now so drenched she could see wet spots spreading over Lizard Boy's pants, and see how he was breathing hard and fast, she decided to see if she could make him pop.

Shifting her feet a little, she sunk as low on his dick as she could. Then she put both hands on his chest, her nails digging into his shirt and the skin underneath as she began to grind her hips back and forth over his groin. Slowly at first, but picking up more and more speed. She knew from experience that if she clenched down hard while doing this, it put an almost excruciating pressure on the base of his cock, and most guys couldn't hold back for more than a minute or two max. She kept her eyes on him as she sped up, her pussy clamped down as hard as she could as she rocked his world. When he was actually able to open his eyes, he looked at her like some caged beast that was growing angrier and angrier and she could hear his fingers digging into the boxes besides her when his eyes started rolling into the back of his head. That's it, just a liiittle more...

Without warning his hands lunged out and grabbed hold of her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he *bucked*, and somehow he landed on his feet, holding her up. She had instinctively grabbed him when he jerked, and she was glad for it when he almost ran forward until he pushed her into another stack of boxes, going so fast they actually pushed the stack backwards a few inches.

The stud didn't relent, but instead kept her pinned between the stack and his chest as he used his leverage to thrust into her faster than ever. Shayla soon found herself not giving a flying fuck about who was in charges, a slight change in the ambient sound going completely unnoticed as she could feel the mother of all orgasms building up, and her toes were already curling as they bounced in the air behind the lizard, her nails digging into his back.

And then somebody walked right past them.

They both froze in an instant, not daring to move. Glancing over the stud's shoulder she could see another guy looking over some boxes, the word "STAFF" prominently writen acrss the back of his shirt. He was obviously looking for something, but was having a hard time finding it, and she found herself thinking "Please oh please don't turn around."

Then she felt herself starting to slip.

They had paused with his cock about midway out of her, but with their bodies so sweaty, and with her miniskirt between his hands and her butt, she felt the fabric begin to slide over her as she sank.

She barely restrained a bout of panic as she tried to grab on to him, but she couldn't reach his spines, and he was having no more luck with her skirt. At this rate she was gonna slide right off him and onto the floor, and then all hell would break loose. It didn't help that she was tittering to the edge of a nuclear orgasm, the stud's dick hard a rock inside her pussy.

Sparing a quick glance over his shoulder, the lizard apparently came to a decision, because after that she felt his claws prick her bum as he got one last good grip, then he *hoisted her up a few inches in the air as the pinpricks vanished. For an instant she was weightless, then her whole body weight came crashing down on his cock, burying it inside her to the hilt as he regained his grip.

That was the last drop. There was no way in hell that Shayla was gonna hold back *this* orgasm, but if she shouted out loud there was no way the guy wouldn't hear them. It was a sheer act of desperation when she bit down on the tough skin of his neck and *groaned* out a muffled scream as she came harder than she could remember.

She heard a lot of things in the next few moments. Her own groans. A sharp inhale from the stud. A slight *snap* as one of his fine scales broke under her teeth. A muffled hiss that sounded close to her ear. The rushing sound of blood in her veins. A slight vibration as the muscles in her neck clenched so hard her head started shaking.

But no alarm. No shout of surprise. Nothing of that sort.

When she came to her senses, they were both panting with irregular breaths, and the sounds of the rave cut out abruptly with the sound of a door closing, and the the slight *click-snap* of a lock engaging. Both of them took a moment to catch their breaths, looked the other in the eye... and then burst out laughing.

That had been close.

Okay, this was fun and all, but it was getting time to wrap up this little party. Or at least, that's what Shayla thought, but apparently that close-call just spurred the lizard stud on even further. As soon as they finished laughing he went right back to bouncing her nubile little body up and down on his shaft, which hadn't gone any softer in the least.

She was still tingling a bit from her massive orgasm just a few moments ago, but damn if he wasn't stoking her fires again. A few moments more of riding, then he laid her on her back on some low stacks of boxes and started doing her missionary style. At this point she was tingling so much it was all she could do to keep breathing. Then the lizard broke off kissing her mouth and neck to slide down to her chest and begin to suck on one of her tender nipples. He was pretty good at that, and Shayla felt her back twitch every now and then, but then she felt something else, something hot and wet slithering over her chest. Since she could still feel his mouth around her nipple, she decided to look down... and saw that long tongue of his slither over and wrap itself aroud her other nipple and constrict.

Wow, first guy she'd had that could lick both her breasts at once. That was one trick too many and as he fucked her silly she started full-on howling as his cock pumped in and out of her, her by-now-drenched pussy getting mercilessly pounded.

Shayla knew for a fact that if there's wasn't a locked door, and music pumping out at almost painful levels beyond it, the whole clubwould have been able to hear her howling at the fucking she was getting. But there was and they couldn't, so fuck it, she was gonna enjoy this to the fullest.

At this point the lizard stud had stopped licking her and just held her as close to him as he could while he did an imitation of a jackhammer between her legs. They were both fully into it, both groaning and grinding against eachother as they worked towards another intense climax.

And then the boxes broke under them.

There was no warning. One moment they were pounding away at eachother and then next they were tumbling to the floor. He slipped out of her in the commotion and then she hit her ass on the linoleum floor.

Both of them started laughing again, as this was almost too absurd. But then she saw that he spotted her wet pussy between her spread legs, and he got a lusty look in his eyes as he crawled towards her, clearly intent on going right back at it.

But this time she intercepted him, grabbing a firm hold on his dick before he could slide it in. When he looked at her with a slightly puzzled expression, she just smirked, then leaned back against some boxes and flicked her tongue in a very suggestive manner at him. Getting the picture, he shuffled up so that he straddled her stomach, that thick cock (which was now properly drenched with her juices) proudly bouncing in front of her.

She didn't waste any time, going right to work on his dick, using every trick she know, starting with a little nibbling (that made him twitch). She'd had two orgasm already, and almost a third one, but she hadn't managed to make the guy pop even once. It was almost an insult to her pride, and godammit if she wasn't going to get him off right now.

She went down on him with a vengeance, and judging by how he started grunting and twitching, he liked it. But apparently he didn't consider himself out of the game just yet, because the next thing she knew his hand slid behind him and started giving her a serious fingering. Okay, the race was on.

He gave a good effort, but in the end, he'd been holding back the entire time they'd been going at it, and when he finally blew his load, his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head.

Shayla took a moment to just savor the glow. The lizard stud had put some good work on her pussy, and now he loomed over her, chest expanding and contracting as he tried to catch his breath, the occasional after-shiver making him vibrate a little. She licked her lips, tasting the sweet cum he had sprayed over her face, her hands massaging out the very last drop out of his still-throbbing cock.

But the party was over and now it was time to head home. Just the merest push was enough to get the stud off of her, and a quick search turned up a roll of tissue paper. She tossed a few to lizard boy then used the rest to wipe the cum off her face. Man that guy had packed quite a load.

Shayla's tail twitched when she felt hands on her ass, but when she looked over her shoulder Lizard Stud was kneeling behind her, wiping her groin clean with a tissue. She raised a mischievous eyebrow at him, but he just winked in reply and went back to drying off her drenched groin. Huh, a gentleman apparently.

She was only mildly surprised when she felt his lips on her left butt cheek. Seems the stud was getting worked up again. While she had to admit he was *very* good with his hands and mouth, good enough to make her recently-wiped pussy get wet again, she'd had enough for one night. She savored one last little nibble of sharp teeth, then put one finger on his forehead and pushed him away. When he looked up, not seeming irritated but more curiously amused, she wagged a finger in his face. The message was clear enough, "Fun's over". He got the message and thereafter moved with efficiency cleaning her off and putting on his clothes.

Soon enough they were both dressed, and after giving her a quick look to make sure she didn't look to obviously "recently-fucked", Lizard Boy opened the door to the rave, noise levels instantly rising and he made sure the coast was clear. As he led her towards the exit, Shayla felt a pleasant tingle at the knowledge that she had been having some truly awesome sex just a few feet from this dancing mob.