They got right on with the fucking.
Bodies were everywhere, sucking and fucking, pinch a tit here and suck a cock there, tickle a twat on the couch or fondle a cock in the middle of the floor. It was all so quiet, so methodical, that it looked like they had all gone to shit in one big toilet.
All but Harlin.
He got naked all right, and he came over to fuck Jenny and me.
“You girls are mine for tonight,” he smiled with that dapper smile of his.
I should have told him to go fuck a doorknob, except that I was hot. All that fucking and sucking, even when it didn’t seem natural, still got to me. Especially when all those stiff cocks were strange and I wanted to taste every last one of them.
“Shall we undress, then?” Harlin extended his hand to remind us we were fully clothed.
Jenny appeared dumbstruck so I just shrugged and started to peel.
“Oh, yessss!” Harlin stroked his beard and smiled when he looked at my naked body. “Every bit as good as I thought it would be. Oh, yesssss!”
I looked at him, too, and I liked what I saw. Harlin was in better health than any young stud. Hard muscles, sun-lamp tanned flesh, and a cock that would make any girl squeal with delight. His pecker was about nine inches long, thick as a Coke bottle, and it had great huge veins sticking out around it. He was circumcised, so I could see the purple knob in all its glory, with the tiny slit at the end, and I started to tremble when I realized that magnificent hunk of meat was going to be in my cunt.
We dropped to the floor and Harlin stuck that big cock between my legs and got to fucking real hard. None of that sunshine and flower baloney or all that kissing and traumatic waiting. We got to fucking the way two people should do it, violent and ecstatic, cock in cunt, working our hips while the vital juices flowed like a river.
“Harder, Harlin!” I screeched. “Do it harder!”
“Oh fuck that feels good!” he panted as his pecker massaged my twat. “You’re so fuckin’ tender inside, Martha. Ooohhhh that feels good!”
By this time Jenny was naked, too, caught up in the fury of the fuck. She was kneeling beside us, frying to see between our naked bodies so she could watch the cock go in and out. She was panting as loud as I was and I grabbed at her cunt. Her slit was all moist when my firger slipped inside but she almost broke my wrist when she got to fucking my fist too hard.
“I’m gonna come!” she screamed.
Maybe she would have, too, except that I had to get on with my own fucking and I needed both hands for that.
I had my legs wrapped around Harlin with a death grip as I tried to pull his buttocks closer to my groin. There was half-an-inch of unused pecker that he couldn’t get in and I needed it. I wanted it bad!
“Fuck deeper!” I screamed. “Fuck me harder!” I’m not sure he got that last inch of cock into my quivering cunt, because I orgasmed just then. I came so hard it overwhelmed me. He got me so good I just bawled and screamed and kicked while Harlin jizzed in me. The hot fluid washed inside of my cunt like lava from a volcano.
I didn’t even know when Harlin had really finished because the next thing I knew I was lying there all cool, damp with sweat and nearly unconscious, while the room was filled with excited fuckers. It took a few minutes for me to get my wits about me and when I did I had to cuss. If I could have held off my orgasm a little longer I could have gotten a whole bunch of fucking. People were changing off in the middle of their strokes, and some of them were heaped in a pile at the middle of the room. Everybody was having a good gang-bang and I had orgasmed myself right out of it. But not Jenny. I could see her face, all flushed, as she was buried beneath a pile of naked bodies. She was getting fucked and sucked and reamed and creamed all at the same time, and from the frantic look in her eyes, she was coming loose at the seams. I could see naked cunts with fingers in them, dangling balls thumping against naked buttocks, hard cocks spurting jizz in the air, and pink-tipped titties with teeth around the nipples. It was a glorious sight and even if I did just get over a terrible orgasm I couldn’t help getting all hot and bothered again from watching. I guess I sort of gave a wail as I dived into the middle of that squirming mass of glorious flesh.
Somebody was trying to stick a tit in my cunt. I could see the breast and I could feel the tight little nipple massage my clitoris, while somebody had something in my rectum. Either it was a small cock or somebody’s finger, but that didn’t matter. And I wasn’t about to look and see. Right then I had a cock in my mouth and a tit in my hand, as I tried to pound my way down to the bottom of the stack. I couldn’t really orgasm again right then but that didn’t matter either. Some women can never get an orgasm, and that night I envied them. Without orgasming to end a fuck, a woman could go forever getting screwed!
So we spent the night with Harlin and his guests, and we fucked right on through to Saturday night. I was so sore when we got through that I could hardly walk, and we took another cab home. Not to impress anybody, but because I couldn’t stand on the subway. I needed sleep and rest and a hot bath.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It’s funny how a girl can have sex and believe she is a woman just because her cherry’s gone. And yet there is so much involved with sexual activity that we never stop learning, we never cease to expand our horizons. I really feel sorry for people who get one piece of ass, from one person, and that’s the end of it. No matter if they screw each other for a century. There’s nothing new involved, it becomes a habit, and the mystery of strange sex is lost. Maybe that’s why there has always been so much cheating in marriage, and maybe that’s why women watch soap operas all the time. A woman needs variety just as much as a man does. I’ve heard it all from my girl friends, and from their friends.
It’s so much nicer to indulge the sex urge! To have a fresh cock when you need it, or to listen when a man says, “thanks a million,” after you made his day beautiful.
I especially remember Dayton Clark. He lives in the same apartment building as me and he was always very friendly. I knew he needed a strange piece of ass, but I let him use his own initiative. He was only married a year or so and had a nice wife, they were happy and in love. But the newness had worn off and Dayton needed a strange piece of ass.
I accommodated him one Saturday morning.
He came over to borrow some sugar, but I knew what he really wanted.
“Where’s your wife?” I asked while I was filling his cup.
“She’s doing the dishes.”
His face, was tight as he stared at me. I was wearing one of my shortie nightgowns and I know he could see my white panties just below the gown.
He almost dropped the sugar.
“You sure are pretty, Martha!”
The words were strained, too loud, and his hard-on could be seen right through his trousers.
“Is there anything else you need, Dayton?”
He was from the old school of morals so he damn near choked with the need to express himself. He just couldn’t come right out and ask for a fuck.
I took off my panties, and lifted my gown.
“Oh, migawd!”
The sugar went crashing to the floor and his eyes were glued to my cunt. He got his cock caught in his zipper in the frantic action to get it open, and he fucked me standing up in the kitchen. His need was so great that he lifted me right off the floor on the end of his cock, then jerk-fucked me all over the room. I clung to his neck like a leech while he jizzed clear up inside of me. It was a marvelous little screw, sudden and violent, and he really satisfied me. I fixed him up good, too, because he tried to get me every day after that. Only his wife was suspicious about all that sugar he came to borrow and I didn’t need that kind of trouble, so I cut him short. Still it brought a warmth to our floor, the overtones of stolen beauty. And I think it made a better fucker out of Dayton because his wife went singing around the place for two weeks.